The world didn’t change for the desperate.
But Kairyuuha wasn’t begging the world anymore.
He was preparing to bend it.
---
The chamber had grown colder, as if space itself feared what he might uncover. Kairyuuha sat in the center of countless inscriptions, eyes shut, mind flung into the deepest stretches of thought.
He could feel it.
The fragments of memory… Lumina’s first breath, the moment the light enveloped her and the egg shattered. The soft, trembling voice that called him “Papa” with innocent trust. The way her tiny hands once clung to his sleeve.
His heart ached—but he used it.
Pain was his fuel. Purpose his fire.
He whispered to himself.
> “If I have to rip the threads of this reality apart to save her, then so be it.”
---
In the depths of his mind, something clicked.
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He had learned too much in too little time. From philosophy to physics, divinity to biostructure, and now… the cosmic cycle.
> Reality is bound by patterns. The strong rise, the weak serve. The system of life operates in loops—birth, peak, decay, death. And those few who escape… break the loop. They rewrite the fabric.
Kairyuuha’s thoughts spiraled.
> “Cells decay with every breath. To maintain life, the body must copy its own DNA to replace the dead cells. But it’s not perfect. Errors pile. Wrinkles form. Bones grow frail. That’s aging.”
> “So what if… what if every copy was flawless?”
Immortality wasn’t about stopping death.
It was about stopping error.
But how to prove it?
Then it hit him—
> “Scan.”
---
Scan. Not the basic system function—but a deep, raw form of truth-reading. The ability to observe the world in atomic harmony. Not just the physical—but the behavioral patterns of energy, cells, and fate.
He moved into a meditative trance, slowing his heartbeat, harmonizing with the world’s frequencies. His mana stilled. His mind extended. Beyond thought. Beyond pain.
A flicker of energy spun in the air.
Then a sigil appeared.
Intricate. Circular. Alien. And real.
The moment it activated, another followed—linked to the first like a twin star.
And from the space between them… a soft hum. A beam of pale white light. A thin, crystalline screen unfolded in front of him.
Not like the system windows they were used to.
This one was ancient. Pure white. Blue glowing runes translated automatically:
**> VIRAL ACTIVITY: NONE DETECTED
> PHYSICAL STATUS: SEVERELY FATIGUED
CELLULAR REPLICATION RATE: STABLE
DNA COPY ACCURACY: 100%
AGING: HALTED**
He’d done it.
A miracle drawn from madness.
He stood up, a breath of disbelief escaping him. His expression softened. For the first time in days—he smiled.
“...I did it.”
Then his legs buckled, and he collapsed into darkness.
---
Outside, Lumina had her ear to the door. She had been about to barge in again, scold him like always, throw a pillow at his head.
Instead, she stood there trembling.
“Papa... please don’t die chasing forever.”
As if the world heard her plea, the door slowly creaked open… and Kairyuuha’s unconscious body rolled out onto the hallway floor.
Lumina gasped and rushed forward, catching him.
His face was bruised, soaked in sweat. But the smile remained.
The others gathered quickly, shouting, calling his name.
But only Lumina heard the whisper.
A voice barely audible from his lips.
> “I... stopped it… I stopped it, sweetie…”
Her eyes widened.
She held him tighter, her hands shaking.
> “Papa…”
