Prologue 2.3

Hana Takahashi POV.

Sitting next to the man as he started to sharpen Artemis, my mind immediately turned to the person who did this. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. In all honesty, he changed my perception of myself.

I always thought that I was the honored one. He broadened my view. He helped me with my messed-up mindset. And most of all, he's my...my friend. Yeah, friend. Now that I am thinking about him, I close my eyes to sense the connection between me and him.

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"Close your eyes for a moment." I complied. Just then I felt a soft sensation on my forehead.

"!" My eyes shoot open in shock as a furious blush makes its way onto my face. My hands

instinctively reach for where he kissed.

"Your cute to tease, Hana." Don't say it like that...

"... Idiot." That was all I could manage.

"Heh." Stop teasing me! Damnit!

"Relax. Hana." Fine. I forced myself to calm down, but judging by the amusement that twinkled his eyes, I mostly still had a flush on my face.

"Do you not feel it?" Feel what?--

"!" Oh, what is this? I feel connected to...Ayanokouji.

"Yep. It's what you think." Why would he?... Judging by how he looked, he already knows what I'm thinking. Jerk.

"When you are doing maintenance, I'll be exploring the city. So you don't have to worry about me, you can just feel this connection between us." He held my chin gently so I could look directly into his eyes.

His eyes always seemed to be seeing something in the distant future, but now, they are... Looking only at me. I'm glad. I'm someone of value to him.

"Now that is done, let's get going." He's still a jerk. A lovable jerk. But still a jerk.

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He showed me that while blessed, I'm comparable to a shark in a lake. I had thought that my skillcould at least help me escape stronger opponents... I could not be more wrong.

I can't help but think back to what he told me. The conversation we had. He is a monster, and he hasn't even gone all out yet. His abilities are just crazy overpowered! It's

not fair!

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"So... Can you please explain, what you did at the end of the fight?"

"?" He seems like an airhead at times. It's irritatingly cute.

"The thing you did to reverse the effects of my skill."

"Oh. Sure, sit down. It may be a mouthful." He gestured to next to him. I sat down without a farce, I want to know what happened.

"Pay attention, I will only explain this once." I nodded.

"As a daemon, there is an intrinsic skill that I possess. It is a marble phantasm. You see, in simple terms, a marble phantasm is the peak of probability manipulation. For example: There are 1000 marbles, 999 of those marbles are black and only one is white, the chance of finding that one white marble is 0.0001%. With a marble phantasm, however, the chance of finding the marble is 100%. Meaning I manipulate probability for a greater success rate."

"While that does sound powerful, it that doesn't explain why you did what you did though?" He flicked my forehead as if reprimanding a child.

"I was getting to that. Hana-chan." Even when saying things like this his voice was still monotone. It's irritating me. All I could do was pout at this.

"You see, there is a rule that correlates with my ability. As long as the probability of what I am manipulating is a natural phenomenon and as long as there is a sliver of a chance that it can happen, I can make it happen with certainty." I nodded at his words, his explanation made sense, but it still does not answer my question.

How does probability correlate to the total negation of cause and effect?

"Now to explain what I did to you..." I leaned in, hoping for a satisfying explanation.

"You manipulated cause and effect to essentially bring about your outcome, right?" I nodded, "all I did was increase the probability of me accessing a timeline in which I had not been trapped. I twisted the natural phenomena that are equivalent exchange to allow me to escape but to escape...somebody has to take my place." My eyes widened at the insinuation.

"Exactly what you think. To escape, I made it so that if " Ayanokouji Kiyotaka" has escaped, Hana Takahashi has been entrapped. For that is the law of equivalent exchange." His words played in my mind and I realized how broken that is.

Because he envisioned a future where he was not trapped, he manipulated the probability of equivalent exchange to rectify the irregularity that is him not being trapped. Because I had "trapped" him, he had escaped through access to an alternative future in which he

was not trapped, equivocally exchanging him for me in our respective positions. So...

Because I won he was able to make me lose? That's... Honestly bullshit!

"Did you get all that?" All I could do was nod absentmindedly.

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Taking Artemis, it put it back in its sheath. I thanked my blacksmith then left. He knows a lot aboutweaponry. Maybe I can get him to make Kiyo a weapon. Yeah! That would be a good gift! You're a genius, Hana!

"You've finished maintenance, right?" Kiyo asked, appearing out of nowhere. What did he call this? Astrelising, right? I'll ask him later.

"Yep, it's as good as new. No thanks to someone I know." He flicked me on the head.

Damnit! How is he so fast!?

Just then I noticed that he had a fancy-looking lump of... Magic steel? No, it just looks like a

glittering lump stick. Maybe he like collecting these types of things?

"Is that what you were looking for?"

"No. It's just a lucky finding that will be useful later on." As he said this, the clump disappeared. Most likely into his "reality marble" whatever that is.

"Good for you. Wanna come with me for lunch?" I asked as I walked to a nearby cafe.

"Sure." He followed soon after his monotonous response.

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In nothingness, something is born. This something slowly grew, accumulated, then it formed. It chose to give itself form.

Four legs, colored pitch black, two draconic wings spanned infinitely, his form was glorious. Then and there, it opened its eyes, the very stars themselves spanned within its irises. Right then and there a true dragon was born.

Starking Veldanava was born.

Veldanava would go on to create planets, solar systems, galaxy's and universes. It created an infinite number of universes, giving birth to the multiverse. From there, it became he. He created two spirits to counteract each other.

The Spirit of light and Spirit of darkness. Soon after the spirit of time was born, which allowed for the concept of a linear flow of ever-expanding events in an infinite amount of alternative motions. In short, the concept of time was born. This would give birth to the many great elements spirits to come.

Veldanava would then create the cardinal world. To watch over it, he created a system <the voiceof the world> so that it governs the natural laws of this world. Time was spent creating the concept of everything. Right then, at the inception of the "world". Something was born.

A lumpy stick made of steel doused in the chaotic energy <Turn-null> before it would disappear. This, before its concept even existed, is the prototype of "magic steel". Yet, at the same time, before the sword, Veldanava used even existed... The prototype of "magic steel" was simultaneously the prototype of "sword".

The fore-founder of 2 concepts that are intertwined was there from the very beginning. Observing the creation of the primordials to the first Temma war. It observed the birth of the first Saint and True Demon Lord.

It looked on at the game that would span over centuries, still ongoing. Through the observation of civilization. Continuously observing humanity suffer and prosper over time. Just like its creator, it developed an ego. A sense of self, it would learn to be curious. It then learned the concept of growth. From there, it became she. As if copying the <voice of the world>.

Even though it would technically be the systems senpai, as it predates it over multiple years. She would continue to accumulate strength, like a demon. She would continue to develop "herself", just like a spirit. She would then develop herself in the form of an ultimate skill, just like an angel.

As this went on, she hid herself in herself in the concept of transparency. She existed in the negative and positive of reality. A continuously growing sense of self in the process. Until that faithful day. In her "space" an intruder entered.

"It" had brown hair coupled with brown eyes that held the abyss itself. "It's" manner of walking was lax while carrying itself as a male would. "It" looked masculine, even though "she" had spent so long in isolation, she called out to it.

That day, the prototype of the concept "magic Steel" and "sword" had been taken away by the ideation of the masterpiece of the White room.

A dangerous combo had been formed.

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