"Uh... Hey" I said out, my voice echoing into the void.
It sounded strange, like it wasn’t entirely mine.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to sound brave.
The figure didn’t respond, it head still tilted slightly.
For a mont, I thought the figure was fake or so type of illusion.
But it didn’t seem like one, maybe it was a high Illusion magic or sothing else which was undetectable.
But then, it spoke.
"You may address as, Spectator," the figure slowly replied.
"Spectator?" I repeated, frowning. "What does that an? Who are you? Where really are you!"
"I am everywhere and nowhere at the sa ti," Spectator said. "I exist beyond the absolute beyond."
That didn’t make any sense to .
"Are you... a ghost? A spirit? What are you?"
"I am not a ghost, nor a spirit," the Spectator replied. "I am what is called, a recorder."
"A recorder?" I muttered, trying to wrap my head around the idea. "So, you’re like... a historian, video creator or sothing?"
"Totally wrong," the Spectator said. "so wrong, recorders simply cannot be explained by any ans or form."
"They are more of you?" I asked.
"Yes" Spectator said, "Currently it is i, and another"
"Who is the person?" I asked.
"The being can be addressed as, Unkn???" Spectator replied.
"Unkn???, Can’t you just complete it and say Unknown, isn’t that not the full na?, Because for today I have heard alot of unknown stuff" I said.
"You are totally wrong in that, it is not Unknown" Spectator said.
"Then what is it?" I asked.
"It is far beyond your understanding, knowing the real na can kill you" Spectator said.
"But you told your real na, I didn’t die, aren’t you guys the sa existence, so why didn’t I die?" I asked.
"Because that isn’t my real na either" Spectator replied.
"Oh, okay... if I know you guys nas, I would die, right?" I said.
"Yes"
"And you rember I am already dead, right?"
"Seems like"
"aning I can’t die again... Now would you mind telling how that is going to happen?"
Who do you think you can manipulate here...
"I understand you don’t know the type of existence recorders are... Well, I expected it, because it’s above every understanding. Well, allow to explain... knowing our real na won’t only kill you but it will kill and erase everything that consigns your absolute existence, until you were never existing, or ever being thought of even existing... Now do still want to hear our real nas?"
"..."
Damnit, Why does fate hates ?
Just in a day, I am hearing things my brain can’t even process.
Please, give a break.
"Can i ask a question?" I said.
"You may"
"Are you so kind of high existence like that Fen guy?" I asked.
"What do I look like to you?" Spectator replied.
I didn’t really know how to answer that.
The being or whatever in front of , looks far more higher than Fen...
But, I just really couldn’t explain why.
"Are you done?," the Spectator said.
"Why did you appear to ?" I asked.
"Question are answered with another question, huh?" Spectator said slowly. "You can discover that for yourself."
I groaned in frustration.
"You’re not making any sense. Where am I? Am I... dead?"
"You are not dead," the Spectator said, its tone unchanging. "And you will not die. Not truly."
"What do you an, I won’t die?" I demanded. "Everyone dies. Isn’t that how life works."
"But it doesn’t seems like for you," the Spectator said.
I wanted to scream.
This was maddening.
I was stuck in so kind of void, talking to a figure that refused to give straight answers.
"How am I supposed to find out anything if you won’t tell ?" I snapped.
"Look within yourself," the Spectator said. "You have the tools. You simply need to use them."
I frowned.
"What tools? I don’t have anything... Much."
"Are you sure?" the Spectator asked.
Its tone was almost teasing now, like it knew sothing I didn’t.
"Have you ever truly looked at yourself? Examined what you are?"
I opened my mouth to argue, but then I stopped.
The truth was, I hadn’t.
I’d never really thought about it.
I transmigrated.
I had gone through this damned life without really finding out what I was capable of.
But now, in this void, with this mysterious Spectator prodding , I realized how little I knew about myself.
"Fine," I said, crossing my arms. "I’ll play along. How do I look within myself?"
"Summon your system," the Spectator said.
"My what?" I asked, confused.
"Your system," the Spectator repeated. "It is a part of you. A tool that allows you to understand your abilities, your strengths, your purpose. Summon it."
I had no idea what the Spectator was talking about, but I decided to humor it.
I closed my eyes and focused, trying to imagine what a "system" would look like.
At first, nothing happened.
But then, I felt a strange sensation, like a switch being flipped in my mind.
My eyes snapped open, and there, floating in front of , was a translucent screen.
It glowed faintly, casting a soft light in the void.
I stared at it, my mouth hanging open. The screen was filled with text, and as I read it, my confusion only grew.
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Na: Sky
Title: Tray Wielding Ghost, Beast Master
Rank: ???
Ta: Ori
Abilities:
- Beast Master (Infinite Level): You have the ability to ta any beast, no matter how strong it is. No beast can resist.
- Absolute Self-Resurrection: you can instantly restore yourself from any damage or death, regardless of the ans of complete destruction or erasure, you will be able to return, and this power cannot be removed by any ans from you, making permanent death impossible.
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I looked back at the screen, my eyes lingering on the last line.
"Absolute Self-Resurrection," I muttered.
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
Was that why the Spectator said I wouldn’t die?
Because I couldn’t?
Because I would always co back?
"Is this... is this why I’m here?" I asked, turning back to the figure. "Because I can’t die?"
"That is half part of it," Spectator said.
"Huh, how. But the system totally defined it as ’I can’t die by any ans’?" I said.
"Fen can kill people like you, they are like a flick to him, what do you think his existence and his spears are?," Spectator said. "But quite luckily for you, Fen is at his lowest power, so I don’t think that can do any serious damage to you"
"Lowest?" I said, "But he said he is using 0.7% of his powers"
"He only said that to weaken you into not fighting him, his goal was never to fight you, he has another purpose of being here" Spectator said.
"So it was a trick"
"He is currently using 0% of his powers and also his weakest spear which he learned to create when he was still a child, luckily he can’t use more than that % of power in this world,"
"0%, and his weakest spear he created when he was a child" I muttered slowly.
Should I take that as an insult or what.
"You may" Spectator said.
"Huh... You can read minds"
Spectator tilted his head slightly.
"I can do anything" He answered.
"So then... how am I here, aren’t I supposed to like get back up and continue fighting or sothing like that?" I asked.
"Yes, but also no" Spectator answered.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I brought you here," Spectator replied.
"Oh, thats why" I muttered.
The figure seed to shortly nod.
I didn’t know what else to say.
My mind was still trying to process everything.
I had a system.
I had abilities, which I knew.
But i had absolute self-resurrection?
It was too much to take in.
But at the sa ti, I felt a strange sense of excitent.
For the first ti in my life, I felt like I had a purpose.
Like I was ant for sothing greater.
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