In a dim, decrepit room tucked away in the slums of a forgotten district, the only sound that echoed was the broken rotation of an old ceiling fan.
The wooden walls were stained with time and the air was stale, thick with the scent of dust, mold, and rusted memories.
The bed creaked under the frail body of a boy—Alein.
He lay still, arms stretched out, chest heaving softly. His skin was pale, drenched in sweat, and his shirt clung to his back like a second skin.
His breath came out uneven, broken like static through a weak signal.
His fingers twitched.
His lips barely moved.
"Fuck... I can't keep going with this body anymore…"
The words left his mouth like a ghost—barely alive.
His body felt like a collapsing building.
His limbs were numb from fatigue. His organs felt sluggish.
Every movement came with the pain of living inside something that was never meant to last.
But his eyes… those cold, calculating eyes were still alive.
Still thinking.
Still planning.
With a slow motion, he raised his trembling hand, and with a whisper of mana, a transparent screen flickered to life in front of him.
Glitching slightly before stabilizing, the Genesis Forge System Interface bloomed across the air like a neon hologram.
He navigated it with a flick of his fingers.
"Ashen…"
He selected the current forge unit. A 3D model of Ashen's body spun slowly in the air, data flowing beside it in code.
"Level 7 already, huh…"
His lips curled into a proud, exhausted smile.
"You're progressing fast… just like I expected. And now—"
A new system notification chimed.
[Forge Unlock Condition Reached – Level Threshold Surpassed]
[Genesis Slot #2 – Available for Activation]
"Requirement fulfilled. Lock released."
"That means… I can make another."
The gears in his mind turned like clockwork. Not out of desperation—but design. This wasn't improvisation.
This was architecture.
"Now then…"
He lay there, staring at the screen for a moment as he pondered. The flickering light from the system cast a dull glow across his gaunt face.
"What kind of person… should I make this time?"
His mind moved through hundreds of archetypes—fighters, assassins, spies, tanks, mages, mutants, summoners, and more. But then he paused.
He needed something… different.
Something that wasn't for the battlefield… but for the war inside.
His thoughts drifted to the growing pain in his muscles, the cold shivers at night, the fatigue building with every passing day.
He needed stability. He needed rest. Not weakness—but support.
"A healer," he said aloud.
"But not just any healer."
His fingers moved. He began building the blueprint from scratch.
[Genesis Creation: Slot 2 – Initiated]
Gender: Female Name: Serah Myrrh Age: 17
(Appearance) Hair: Snow-white, like winter itself Eyes: Golden irises that glowed faintly in the dark, reflecting warmth, yet depth.
Body Type: Flexible and well-conditioned. Strong, fast, and graceful.
Neither too thin nor overly muscular—perfect caretaker's build Face: Delicate and stunning—angelic, with gentle brows and soft lips
Voice: Soft and melodic, but able to hold conviction
"She must be beautiful… comforting just by being present."
Core Trait: S-Rank Superpower – Celestial Regeneration
Capable of healing broken bones, restoring damaged organs, reversing blood loss, neutralizing poisons, and even repairing genetic damage under certain conditions.
Emits a passive aura that accelerates the body's natural healing when nearby.
Combat Capability:
Trained in Qi and Mana dual cultivation, able to generate both inner force and external spells.
Basic self-defense skills, fast reaction speed, and high endurance. Can protect others in the middle of battle while supporting them from the rear.
Utility Skills:
Medical proficiency – pressure points, acupuncture, massage therapy, internal diagnostics.
Familiar with emotional psychology – calming techniques, de-escalation. Incredible memory and learning speed.
Personality Settings:
Affectionate, warm, Loyal and gentle.
"She's not just a tool… she's comfort. She's loyalty. She's…A healer."
He confirmed the settings.
[Finalizing Forge… Initiating Soul Imprint… Allocating Physical Vessel… Binding Core to Host (Alein)]
The room began to pulse.
"Well..Guess I'm broke now."
A soft humming noise rose from the floor as glowing threads of mana and qi spun into a small cocoon beside Alein's bed.
The air rippled with divine energy, almost like a heartbeat.
Light began to leak out of the cocoon. It started as a warm white glow and intensified—filling the room with an otherworldly radiance.
Alein shielded his eyes as he watched the birth of something not quite human… but not just artificial either.
This was Genesis—something beyond science, beyond magic.
As the light dimmed… a silhouette stood within the vapor.
A barefoot girl stepped forward with calm grace.
Her skin shimmered like pearl in moonlight. Her eyes, golden like the dawn, looked directly at Alein.
Her hair flowed down her back in a cascade of white silk. Her expression was neutral—but her gaze burned with gentle intensity.
She knelt before him.
"Master," she said, voice like a lullaby.
"You called for me…"
Alein blinked.
For a moment… he forgot the pain.
He didn't respond. He didn't have to. She moved without needing orders.
Her hand brushed across his forehead. A golden glow emerged from her palm, and almost instantly—he felt the cold grip of pain begin to fade.
"Let me take care of you."
Her fingers were warm. Her movements smooth. Like she had known him forever.
The Genesis Forge Interface glowed briefly:
[Serah Myrrh – Sync Rate 99.6%]
[Caretaker Protocols Active]
[Vitality Restoration In Progress…]
Alein let out a long breath. For the first time in weeks, his body felt... lighter.
"Heh... I think I can sleep now," he muttered, lips curving slightly.
She nodded, sitting by his bedside. Her hand never left his. Her presence was calm… like a warm fire in the middle of a snowstorm.
"Sleep," she whispered.
"I'll be here."
And so Alein closed his eyes.
While the world outside remained loud, ruthless, and cruel—this room, this moment, was silent.
Wrapped in healing light and loyal care.
The second piece had been made.
The world had no idea what was coming after.