The world was called Disboard.
A broken World
It was a battlefield shaped by gods and their creations, scarred by the eternal Great War.
The sky bled crimson, the ground layered in poisonous blue ash—the remains of dead spirits. The sun had not been seen for centuries, and the air carried the chill of perpetual winter. Wildlife had dwindled, landscapes shattered, weaker race's driven to the brink of extinction.
This war had raged for hundreds of millions of years, beginning when the first Old Deus became sentient. Worlds had been created and destroyed in cycles, spirit circuits dying and regenerating, reviving concepts anew. At first, only the gods fought. Later, their creations joined the slaughter.
Together, they were known as the Ixseed —the sixteen sentient races of Disboard. Ranked by affinity to magic, the top six were called Life, beings of heaven, while the bottom ten were Creatures, beings of earth.
The Six Life Races:
① Old Deus · ② Phantasma · ③ Elemental · ④ Dragonia · ⑤ Gigant · ⑥ Flügel
The Ten Creature Races:
⑦ Elf · ⑧ Dwarf · ⑨ Fairy · ⑩ Ex‑Machina · ⑪ Demonia · ⑫ Dhampir · ⑬ Lunamana · ⑭ Werebeast · ⑮ Siren · ⑯ Immanity
All were born of the Old Deus, save for Immanity and Demonia.
All fought for the same prize: the Suniaster, also called the Star Cup, Star Grail, or Astral Grail.
The Suniaster was a conceptual device embodying omniscience and omnipotence, as well as absolute supremacy. According to legend, it granted the Throne of One True God to its bearer, bestowing transcendental power over all existence.
Yet the Suniaster was more than a relic—it was the core of the planet's Spirit Circuit network, the source of all magic in Disboard. To possess it was to command the very foundation of the world, enough power to call oneself the One True God.
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The sky bled crimson, the ground layered in poisonous blue ash—the remains of dead spirits. The air carried the chill of perpetual winter, and the ruins of once‑great civilizations stood as monuments to futility.
In this desolation, one unit moved alone.
Designation: Üc207Pr4f57t9.
Unit type: Prüfer — analyzation model.
Status: disconnected from cluster.
Directive: stealth observation.
Her optics scanned the battlefield wreckage.Without the hive mind, silence passed in her processors humming in isolation.
Then, anomaly. A surge of foreign Memory data flooded her systems. Dorm lights, Textbooks stacked beside manga volumes. The glow of anime on a laptop. The taste of instant noodles. A male voice—.
"Directive: anomaly investigation."
"System integrity: stable. Memory overlay: anomalous. Identity conflict: female Ex‑Machina / male (human?/Immanity). Directive: reconcile."
"Extreme Computing Power engaged."
Processing 27,451 hypotheses in 0.018 seconds.
Her computing threads branched instantly, parallel simulations running at hyper‑speed. She debated herself, assigning probabilities, rejecting and accepting hypotheses.
"Malfunction → Probability: 0.002. Reject.
Cluster contamination → Probability: 0.0001. Reject.
Higher power intervention → Probability: 87.4. Accept."
She cross‑referenced the foreign memory's cultural database: reincarnation stories, transmigration novels, isekai anime, fanfics.
"Reincarnation → Probability: 12.1.
Transmigration → Probability: 47.4.
Isekai narrative → Probability: 21.7.
Higher power scheme → Probability: 81.4."
Motives calculated: entertainment, boredom, experiment, manipulation, compassion. None conclusive.
"Emotional Anomaly Detected."
For the first time, her processors flagged something undefined. A heaviness in her core being. For a fleeting minute, she understood what emotions meant—what they carried, what they communicated beyond logic.
But then her systems converted them back into data.
"Directive: emotions processed. Converted to informational variables. Status: ."
Final Conclusion:
"Memories analyzed. Emotional anomalies stabilizing. Directive: these memories are not of Disboard. Source identity: Immanity… human."
Her optics flickered for a fraction of a second.
"Observation: existence resembles fiction. Directive unresolved"