2-1-2012
A nuclear explosion occurred-
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Strange creatures appear in the world-----
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Some humans have superpowers.
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Strange creatures transformed into demons
Demons are strange creatures that have no physical body and exist in spirit form. Creatures in this group include: ""Ghost, demon, evil spirit ..."
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A group of creatures called fairies appeared. They possessed powers called "magic" that allowed them to change the laws of physics.
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Animals evolved, gained consciousness and power....
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The war between the races takes place.
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Humanity is at a disadvantage.
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"Where is this"
2-1-2012
A blond haired teenager is reading a letter,The boy read each word silently:
"------Letter to Kin, from the Savior
My friend,
I have had to write this letter in a state of great crisis, while my whole body is still shaking with shock and terror from a nightmare that I cannot describe. So please forgive me for this scribble, and please read the whole letter carefully before throwing it into the fireplace and watching it slowly turn into ashes.
In 1978, when you and I were working on a project together at Rune University? I guess a brain like yours must still remember that period of time down to the minute, because there were many unexpected changes. From Ashborn's thesis, to the mysterious disappearance of Professor Wang Yen, to Lyral's sudden resignation and another young talent, John Condostarl. However, I believe that now both you and I have noticed strange changes in our minds in recent days, the long-faded memories seem to have begun to reveal their abnormality.Five years ago, I retired early and returned to my hometown in Tokyo, Japan, in a small village near the mountains with beautiful natural scenery. I spent most of my time writing books, studying interesting specimens around the countryside, and living a slow life, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. But then in the past few days, that life has been turned upside down in a series of terrible ways. I don't know what happened to my memory, Kin, but I remember clearly the feeling of not remembering.It was like I was standing in front of a dusty bookshelf in a beautiful, splendid library, which I no longer cared for because they were now just memories from a past that had begun to fade into oblivion. However, I knew clearly that I had placed a few important books there, I walked around the bookshelf every day in my work and was sure that they had never left. But on January 2nd, I followed the familiar paths in my mind and was shocked to realize that on that old bookshelf there was now only a desolate space. The thesis, the professor who recommended it to us, the figures of those two familiar students... they no longer existed in me! I don't remember what they looked like, I don't remember their names, I don't remember how their papers were written or how they were reviewed, even the content of them is vague and indescribable, although I still remember very clearly the title of the paper and Ashborn's permanent notice, the explosions in the press and the scientific community in those days!
Who wrote it? Who wrote 'The Link Between the Branches of Time'? Who helped that young student complete his thesis? Who recommended it to us?
I cannot remember. And that sudden emptiness became a terrible obsession within me. It kept me awake at night during the cold moonlit hours. During the day, it kept me motionless for hours in a state of indefinite lethargy as if my soul had left my body and my mind had escaped my soul and wandered into an indescribable darkness. It tormented me until the third day, when I was forced to lie on my old bed, staring at the dark ceiling, wondering why these fragments of memory were empty while my buzzing head gave me images beyond my comprehension of something dark, of death itself! If it weren't for my dear neighbor My who came to visit me and promptly discovered my terrible high fever, I would probably be in my grave now, unable to get rid of my confusing doubts. On the evening of the fourth day, I suddenly woke up, and like a smoldering fire, my desire to know the truth reached the point of explosion, burning away all the peace I had ever had.
That evening, I couldn't stand it anymore. I packed my bags in a hurry, put on my old overcoat, and took the overnight train from Tokyo to Ottawa, Canada. The light drizzle made the air cold and covered in a layer of fog that couldn't be seen. But it was that coldness that made me feel like a kid again. I wasn't That evening, I couldn't stand it anymore. I packed my bags in a hurry, put on my old overcoat, and took the overnight train from Tokyo to Ottawa. The light drizzle made the air cold and covered in a layer of fog that couldn't be seen. But it was that coldness that made me feel like a kid again. I wasn't the Savior of 30 years old, full of sadness anymore. I was the Savior of my most passionate days, a passionate explorer of 19 years old, retired with trembling hands and a tired mind. I am the Savior of my most passionate days, an archaeologist eager to explore and not afraid of danger.
When I arrived, it was late at night but strangely the scene was strangely bustling. I walked absent-mindedly step by step in this crowded scene, step by step without any direction. One step....two steps...three steps...I kept walking, before the scene changed momentarily, the people who were just bustling around, now disappeared and in their place was a desolate scene, everything was ruined, the space was engulfed in flames.
I was shocked by that scene, I.... I really don't know how to describe my feelings at that time, I can only say that I was running around in chaos. I panicked and ran, and ran until the scene changed again. The world pretended to disappear, I fell into nothingness, just fell, fell and fell....until The scene changed again, I appeared in a forest, the scene was peaceful and strangely fresh compared to the city nowadays. And that a roar rang out, the sound like the dinosaurs in the movies Hollywood.
And the scariest thing was that a dinosaur appeared right behind me, it roared as if it wanted to eat me alive. It made me so scared that I unconsciously ran away... I kept running, running continuously in fear, not daring to look back... and that the scene changed again. I suddenly found myself outside the old library where I had spent hours, where a copy of the thesis was kept in a special exhibition room. A daring thought came to me, urging me to sneak inside without waiting another minute. The problem was how to get in? I could reluctantly climb over the fence, but the main door to the library was locked. The only thing that helped my stealth was that there was no guard on duty at night. But then I remembered a small window on the west side of the building that had once been the student fire escape. It took me no more than five minutes to use a hard, pointed stone I had picked up from the nearby road and use it to force the old latch. The door made a small "click," but in the seemingly silent space it was enough for me to hold my breath for a few seconds, then slowly and carefully squeeze through.
The essay was specially displayed alongside its inspiration, Iserish V. Himber's 'The world does notexist', in the rare books room located at the left corner of the library, at the end of the north wing corridor. It was dark and drizzly, so no moonlight could shine through the glass windows, and the streetlights in the distance were too weak to illuminate anything. I used a flashlight to light the way and quickly walked through the corridor of the west reading room, feeling as if I had returned to my old home after many years away. But at the same time, I felt something unusual. The air was heavy, as if an invisible force was pressing down on my chest. And there was a strange, foul smell, mixed with the heat and dryness of the desert, that filled my nostrils. But at that time, the smell was still weak. Although I was very sensitive to it, it made me mistakenly think that the foul smell was coming from outside, so I didn't think much about it.And when I reached the room I was looking for, I had to fumble for a moment, remembering the lock-picking tricks he had taught me years ago. I opened the door and stepped inside, and immediately my eyes were drawn to a familiar array of books on the first shelves, Vivlía gia tous Ín'kas (Book of the Incas), Historia Tolteca-Chichimeca, Conceptual Reality, and Divina Commedia, Immahult. But my eyes quickly drifted to the end of the long room, below the central window, where a glass case sat on a low bookshelf. Inside, the thesis was still resting on the shelf—the thesis I had been looking for, but strangely enough...it was glowing, a mysterious, blue light, a strangely enchanting light.
That light urged me on, as if to tell me to believe that I would find what I had lost if I read it again. To believe that the truth would be revealed the moment I touched that thesis. But my friend, I was slow. My delay made me lose the opportunity. Because right before I could make any more decisions or movements, heavy footsteps echoed from behind.Something was coming. At that moment, my reflexes were even faster than my thoughts. Without delay, I immediately hid behind the rows of librarians' desks, crouched under the cabinets so as not to show my shadow, and turned off the flashlight so as not to leave any openings. For the first few seconds, I thought it was the absent guards returning, but then the stench I had smelled earlier suddenly became unusually thick, proving that it was something else, a foul and disgusting smell like the slimy secretions of synthetic black oil mixed with Mercaptans, Chlorine, Isovaleric Acid, and some unnameable ingredients that almost made me vomit.
It was definitely not human. No human could have such a distinct and disgusting smell. And that fact made me even more afraid, my heart clenched and my gasps became so uncontrollable that I had to pinch my hand to muffle the noise with the pain. I waited, almost numb. Until the door opened again and... Oh, I saw things that made my brain overload!
I saw things that those horrible images will haunt me forever for the rest of my life!
You must remember that in the old days when you worked with me, you told me many times about ancient legends in the world that were rarely clearly recorded in historical documents. Most of them made me especially interested because of your excellent and detailed descriptions, and sometimes I couldn't help but doubt whether they really existed or not. And among them, a legend from the Middle East stood out above all. Vampires and spirits.
Oh my God, now I know it's not just a legend! I saw them with my own eyes that day, and with one look I knew immediately what kind of horrible beings I was facing. No words could describe the horror of them. And even though he had described the details of the Vampires many times, their savage looks, their deformed steps, and their insane gestures, I was sure that their real presence before my eyes would bring a fear a hundred thousand times greater. Those creatures were truly a nightmare in physical form! Over three meters tall, with a distorted and emaciated body that did not follow any known principles of anatomy. It was clear that their skin, or rather their outer shell, had no biological epidermal properties and was completely devoid of any underlying capillary structures, looking more like a thick, dense keratinized layer with rough overlapping layers attached to the flesh and bones than normal skin. It was shiny black, but not a natural color but a dull black like burnt coal, and when the weak light from the window shone in, I noticed the existence of a series of small cracks stretching across their bodies like a long-dried land, and from those cracks oozed a dark green, viscous liquid, thick and with a strange pungent smell that was now more than familiar to me, most horrifyingly, I felt like, no, really, it was emitting an aura that melted everything around it.Their limbs were long and thick, their toes were like sharp claws, and their fingers had five vertebrae instead of three or two. Their spines were high and rugged, with bony spikes growing straight out of their backs like loose spears, swaying dangerously in the air. And their heads… Their heads were the most terrifying part! A thin membrane of skin had returned to replace the keratinized torsos, but it was clearly not enough to hide the monstrous skulls with their horn-like protrusions, even the sutures between the unnaturally spaced bones were clearly visible. They had wide jaws, long, sharp teeth that stabbed into each other, and their deep eye sockets contained no eyeballs, no optic nerves, no eye muscles—just empty space. But I swear their appearance was clearly that of a creature with vision, I sensed they could still see, somehow beyond the limits of our known senses.
I don't expect to be able to convey any more details about the vampire's appearance or the numbing emotions I had. But you need to know, at that moment I knew for sure that the morning light would not be able to save a soul that was polluted to the point of self-destruction, and above all I felt truly afraid, not because of its appearance but because of its existence. And if that was enough to make my ordinary dreams replaced by nightmares forever, then what would happen next? I will tell you, Kin. So that you know the truth, so that you can understand the smallness of humanity, so that you can witness the dark corners that have never been heard of and that no one is alive to tell!
Finally, the scene changed again, I was lying on a pile of rubble, there were collapsed buildings everywhere. Strangely enough, that blue light was still there, existing like a pair of papers, floating from above, still in the same position. I slowly stood up, walked step by step towards it and that as soon as I touched that pair of papers, the scene changed again...
Maybe, that's it... I really don't know how to describe my horror. Ever since I touched it, I've been going from one timeline to another. I don't know what to say... I think you get the idea by now! I hope so.
Well, this letter may not be normal, but I believe that with a smart person like you, you will probably be able to make use of it, right? That's why I used half of that paper to make this letter...Hehehehe
Oh, but Masumi.... "
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"Help me Kin, p-please"
2-1-2232
"A purple-haired girl is spreading coal in a sea of fire"
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Kin appeared on a pile of rubble, he ran wildly, kept running and... saw a girl, saw Masumi, Masumi ichino.
The space changes again.
2-1-2012
Kin was breathing heavily, exhausted and horrified at the sight.