No prefix. No suffix.
Just a solitary English name.
Like a codename.
Translated into Chinese, it could be Luo Zhen, Luo Zhen with different characters, or another Luo Zhen entirely.
And Rozen-in Hiro's memory-was a very famous powerhouse.
A character that caused chaos across countless fanfictions, entered the Root, and rampaged invincibly through worlds.
In anime alone, there were several characters named "Rozen," but even Hiro couldn't immediately pin them down.
Even without knowing why this person lacked a surname, Hiro had no intention of letting his guard down.
Because of Absolute Memory, he clearly remembered the novels he had skimmed.
Including more than a few centered around a being named Rozen.
Perhaps sensing Hiro's gaze, the blond young man turned around and looked in his direction.
Long bangs draped over his eyes.
Through the gaps, Hiro barely caught sight of emerald-green pupils and a trace of puzzlement.
"May I ask if you need something?"
His voice was refined and gentle, matching his soft features perfectly.
"Sir, why are you appearing in such a remote town?"
Hiro spoke casually, his gaze sweeping over the white shirt, black suit, and slightly messy blond hair.
"You don't look like you're here for sightseeing."
Saitama did have places like Hikawa Shrine, Hitsujiyama Park, and Washinomiya Shrine.
But compared to Mount Fuji, Tokyo Tower, Himeji Castle, or Kinkaku-ji-
they were nothing special.
As for the possibility that this man lived in Saitama and just happened to cross paths with him-
the odds were extremely low.
"Ding! Fifth-Tier luck extraction begins. Remaining time: 29 seconds."
Judging by the timer, this man's strength shouldn't be exaggerated.
Probably around Koneko Toujou's level.
Or even lower.
With that conclusion, Hiro's expression didn't change at all as he looked at Rozen from several meters away.
"It's been a long time since I heard that name."
The blond man sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in his smile.
"For many years, I've gone by the pseudonym 'Edward.' I never expected to be recognized in a foreign land."
...What is he talking about?
Hiro frowned slightly.
He was about to speak-
when the other party answered on his own.
"As you said, my true name is Rozen. As for my surname... I forgot it long ago. No-perhaps it would be more accurate to say I abandoned it."
"As for why I'm here, think of me as an alchemist who wishes to resurrect his daughters, wandering the world without direction."
Alchemist.
Resurrect daughters.
Rozen.
The moment these three pieces came together, Hiro's memory clicked.
The creator-and father-of the Rozen Maidens.
Shinku. Suigintou. Souseiseki. Suiseiseki.
So somewhere in this world, another Alice Game was unfolding?
The thought made Hiro inwardly mock how absurdly mixed this world had become.
But what he hadn't expected-
was that Rozen's identity didn't stop there.
"Ever since I inexplicably left my daughters, left that world, and arrived here..."
"I'm not even certain whether this is a parallel world or an alternate one."
"I've been searching for a way to resurrect them."
"So far, I've failed."
"Counting the time... I've probably been in this world for about five hundred years."
His voice carried not only the weight of centuries-
but also the exhaustion of wasted time and a meaningless existence.
An ancient transmigrator.
Five hundred years old.
Do you also have a system?
Hiro stared at him, momentarily speechless.
"I know this sounds difficult to believe," Rozen said with a faint smile, as if expecting Hiro's reaction.
"In truth, this is the first time I've told anyone else."
"If you hadn't given me an inexplicable sense of familiarity-no, a sense of security-I wouldn't have mentioned it at all."
Familiarity?
Security?
Hiro raised an eyebrow, equally puzzled.
"Let's set aside the issue of world-crossing and assume it's true," he said calmly.
"After arriving here, did anything else unusual happen to you?"
As he spoke, a four-bladed pinwheel pattern flickered in the center of his sky-blue eyes.
Under the Mangekyō Sharingan's genjutsu, Rozen's reply came without hesitation or deceit.
"Unusual? No."
"Although I've lived this long, my survival is entirely due to my own alchemical modifications."
"Nothing else."
"If world-crossing truly left behind anomalies, I might have already used them to push my alchemy further."
Rozen smiled bitterly and shook his head.
With a '6' in strength, he shouldn't be able to resist Mangekyō genjutsu.
But centuries-perhaps millennia-of lived experience...
was a powerful variable.
Watching the blond man standing calmly a few meters away, showing no sign of abnormality,
Hiro fell silent in thought.
Chapter 95 - Shinku Hishou's Body
Now that he knew the other party wasn't some immortal powerhouse, but merely an alchemist who had dumped all his skill points into alchemy, Hiro's level of caution naturally dropped.
"Ding!"
"Fifth-Tier Luck extraction complete. Congratulations to the Host for acquiring: Alchemy (Homunculi Version), Repatriation Card."
"Note: The Repatriation Card cannot be discarded or transferred and may only be used by the Host on individuals who mistakenly entered another world due to a spacetime anomaly."
Homunculi Version...
That referred to the homunculi from Fullmetal Alchemist, right?
After a brief recollection, Hiro understood the origin of the reward.
I get alchemy from an alchemist.
Should I call this destiny?
As for the Repatriation Card, where to use it-and on whom-was obvious.
Of course, considering that this alchemist's existence had little impact on the overall world, Hiro had no intention of forcibly sending him back if he didn't want to return himself.
He still maintained a degree of respect for a father obsessed with reviving his daughter, yet who hadn't crossed the bottom line of humanity.
In a world filled with devils, fallen angels, angels, Shura, gods and Buddhas, Sacred Gears, Dragon Gods, and countless other existences, the possibility of achieving a "living daughter" was, at least theoretically, far higher than in his original world.
"I see." Hiro nodded.
"In that case, I'm relieved."
"Do you still want to return to your original world?"
"No. Not at all."
Rozen shook his head immediately, without even pausing to think.
"Compared to my original world, which only had low-level techniques like alchemy and sorcery, this world suits me far better. Even if that's unfair to Suigintou and Shinku, my decision won't change."
You know it's unfair to Shinku and Suigintou?
Hiro felt a bit speechless as he looked at the remorseful blond man before him.
And alchemy and sorcery are low-level?
Who told you that?
Just "Deconstruction" and "Reconstruction" alone were already terrifying abilities.
Recalling scenes of alchemists in another world destroying nations and slaying gods-along with a certain Onii-sama named Shiba Tatsuya-Hiro felt an urge to label Rozen with one word.
Ignorant.
Since it was alchemy, regardless of the world, it should ultimately stem from those two principles.
Even if the upper limit and development path differed, the foundation shouldn't.
Unless what he practiced wasn't alchemy at all.
"Coincidentally," Hiro said after thinking for a moment, "I'm rather curious about your original world. Would you mind talking about it in more detail?"
"Of course."
Perhaps due to an inexplicable sense of security, Rozen didn't refuse.
-
A few minutes later, under Hiro's lead, the two sat facing each other in a quiet corner of a café.
"You mentioned Suigintou and Shinku earlier," Hiro said. "Were they experimental subjects in your attempt to revive your daughter?"
"No."
Rozen shook his head slowly, firmly denying it.
"They are all my daughters. Daughters I created with my own hands."
"From the first, Suigintou, to the seventh, Shinku Hishou. Every single one of them is my daughter."
"Though they are only parts, each carries a fragment of my soul, recording the time I spent with them."
By the end, warmth crept into his voice, as if he were recalling precious memories.
So he split his own soul.
Is that why the true name above his head lacks a surname?
Because he abandoned it himself?
Under the subtle coverage of the God's Eye of Justice genjutsu, Hiro's sky-blue eyes swept over the '6' floating above Rozen's head as he pondered silently.
"Here are your coffees."
While the waitress set the cups down, Hiro took the chance to organize his thoughts.
The four-bladed pinwheel pattern surfaced again in his eyes, preparing to guide Rozen into speaking the truth-then forgetting certain "key" details afterward.
Naturally, Rozen noticed nothing.
"Hm."
Hiro only spoke again after the waitress had left.
"About your first daughter, Suigintou. I think I've seen her in a dream."
"She was a doll missing part of her body. Why did you-"
"Impossible!"
Before Hiro could finish, Rozen cut him off sharply.
The indignation of a father whose daughter had been slandered flashed across his face.
"Even if I didn't give Suigintou the Rosa Mystica at first, I never created a defective product."
"When I later gave her the Rosa Mystica, I personally checked her body. There was no damage at all."
The body wasn't defective.
The Rosa Mystica was given later.
That meant Suigintou's setting followed the manga, not the anime.
Hiro didn't argue.
He watched the slightly agitated Rozen calmly.
His eyes narrowed a fraction.
Able to act freely and even enter the Alice Game through sheer attachment to her father, without a Rosa Mystica...
As Rozen gradually calmed down, Hiro smiled faintly.
"It was just a dream, after all. Being able to see that silver-haired girl who called herself Suigintou is already impressive."
"It's normal if the details were off. Maybe I just remembered it wrong."
"That's true."
Rozen nodded apologetically.
"My apologies. I got a little carried away."
Then, he reached into his chest pocket.
In defiance of common sense, he pulled out an exquisitely crafted doll nearly one meter tall.
Long pink-white wavy hair.
Two ponytails tied with white roses.
Her left eye was a golden pupil.
Her right eye didn't exist-replaced by a white rose blooming from the socket.
She wore a modern-retro outfit: a bloomer skirt, high-laced boots, and a ruffled collar.
The color scheme varied by version, but white was the foundation.
The first impression she gave wasn't of a doll.
It was of a stunning girl-mysterious and beautiful.
Fundamentally different from every doll or toy Hiro had ever seen.
If Rozen's creation qualified as a doll, then the plush toys Hiro had seen while shopping with Kirigaya Suguha were nothing more than children's scribbles sewn together and shamelessly put on sale.
This is the body of the seventh doll.
Shinku Hishou?
Didn't he fail to complete her because he demanded absolute "perfection"?
Looking at the girl before him, Hiro felt his heart stir.
The setup had been planted today.
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