It's raining kittens and puppies! Wait, no - that's not the correct euphemism - Wait, no - that's not even the correct word!
*Swoop* "It's 'raining cats and dogs' and 'idiom', Sexta." *Swoop*
Go screw yourself, you jerk!
Anyway, it's raining a lot for some reason. And weather patterns across the world have been weird since yesterday - I don't know the details, I am not a meteorologist (I got that word right! Yay!) - but it's something like a record-breaking extremely low pressure - 150 millibars or something - that's completely messing up the jet streams and uh… weather-y stuff. I dunno, I am not a meteo - meteoloro - no, wait, what was it again? Let me check the diary. Ah! I am not a meteorologist!
So, anyway, Mr. Holmes told me that it's a side effect of the whole large-flashy-beam-thingy that filled up the sky yesterday but also told me that it's gonna be alright in the end. He also briefed the League of Life about their weird meeting with that bastard Zero in the League of Life HQ (it didn't take much time to renovate it), here's how it went, or at least, how it was supposed to be:-
The top thirteen members of Halcyon also known as the 3L-Threes - the multiversal threat-dealing gang or whatever they call themselves - Agents Two to Nine, representative of every galaxy in the Laniakea Supercluster, several guest representatives of neighbouring galaxies who've rushed to Earth after noticing the battle happening in their cosmic backyard, and several media reporters from across the universe [Note to self: ask Nine if the prepositions "from" and "across" can be used like that later] have all gathered in the League of Life HQ.
The congregation was seated in a slanted L-formation (in commemoration of Leonardo da Vinci) facing the Nine Agents seated in the middle on one side of a long table. On the other side of the long table, seated were the 3L-Threes of Halcyon. Then, standing up and facing the gathered representatives of the universe and beyond, Secretary Eight started to speak.
EIGHT: First and foremost, on behalf of the Ten Agents of Earth and the League of Life, I would like to greet the Halcyon Council and welcome everyone once again to the 69th Universal Conference of the League of Life, earlier adjourned due to unavoidable circumstances. I am Agent Eight, Secretary of the Agents, currently speaking on behalf of Vice President of the League of Life, Agent Two.
TWO: Io am sorry, I am not really good at speeches.
A faint ambience of eerie calm spread across the hall as Two chuckled in self-embarrassment.
EIGHT: As our first order of business, we have to deal with a threat that wishes to eliminate our known nature of existence - within an hour.
And all that calmness was thrown out of the window after this statement. [Note to self: Ask Nine about the word for "throwing someone out the window", for some reason, I can't remember it.]
GREY SLIME: Andromeda wasn't informed of this!
FROCOCK: Yeah!
HALITA: Nor was the Large Magellanic Cloud!
FROCOCK: Yeah!
PELICAN: Pelicans of the Pelican Nebula are deeply dissatisfied that such information was not revealed to them beforehand.
FROCOCK: Yeah!
And the commotion among the representatives of the Laniakea Supercluster went on for a hot minute before Eight once again stood up.
EIGHT: Now, we have 58 minutes before the end of our existence. Now, would you all please listen to our plan, honourable representatives?
The commotion corroded to silence. Everyone, except Frocock, quietly sat down on their seats.
FROCOCK: Yeah! Yeah! Wait… Why did everyone go silent…?
SEVEN: Because not everyone is as stupid as that maid in the Gal Galaxy Bar who fell for you.
FROCOCK: 'The hell do you mean…?
EIGHT: Silence, please.
Silence.
EIGHT: Now, Mr Holmes would like to say a few words regarding our plans to handle the galaxy-sized monsters from other dimensions.
SHERLOCK HOLMES: Firstly, let me request all of the honourable representatives if I can use the Field to slow down time that would allow us more time to strategise. I understand that the previous time I used it, it caused many of you some discomfort-
I coughed.
SHERLOCK HOLMES: Thus, I'd like to beseech your permission-
FROCOCK: Just go ahead with it, damnit! We already don't have much time. I don't give a damn what these old geezers think, but just go ahead and slow down time. I don't want to die so quick after last night-
Eight coughed.
GREY SLIME: Andromeda has no problem with it, Mr. Holmes.
PELICAN: Same for the Pelican Nebula.
HALITA: Aye, same here.
Soon, sounds of aye resounded all across the hall. Although there was reluctance in some voices, those old farts were more concerned about their lives than their dignity. 'Guess that's what happens after decades of obedience to that jerk.
SHERLOCK HOLMES: Thank you for the permission, honourable members of the League of Life.
After saying that, Sherlock snapped his fingers. A green, spherical field emanated from his fingers and enveloped the entire League of Life HQ.[Note to self: Ask Nine later if "emanate" is a word or not, and if it can be used in this context]
SHERLOCK HOLMES: From now, every second in this hall is equivalent to a Planck unit of time outside. [Note to self: Ask Nine what the hell is a Planck unit? The answers provided by the internet are too complicated for me to understand]
*PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING*...
A few gasps ring around the room as some members take out their watches while pings rang across the parliament. I took out my own inter-mob to check out the constant pings in my ears.
*Your device is not synchronized with the intergalactic time frame, please synchronize to access the internet. Think "Ignore" to ignore this message.*
Ignore.
Damn, Mr. Holmes' powers are real. This is insane. I mean, damn, I knew he was overpowered after that reversing time stuff yesterday but bloody hell he's impressive. [Note: I still don't how to edit this line {you are blushing, you know}, SHUT UP MYSELF!!!]
RAMANUJAN: So, we sent Lady Liberty here to spy on the 5D monsters. She faced some difficulties, since she is a three-dimensional spatial being, but she managed it somehow - she has Limitless Liberty, after all, she can do whatever she wants. She will now report her findings.
LADY LIBERTY: Ahem ahem, *cough*, I am Liberty, known as Marianne by the French, Libertas by the Romans, and Eleutheria by the Greeks. I have been the guardian of humanity, leading humankind to glory since antiqui-
LAPULAPU: Cut the crap out and get straight to the report already, Simati Liberty.
LADY LIBERTY: C'mon, let me monologue! I think that Shakespeare guy likes it when people talk about me. Like, in Julius Caesar-
SHAKESPEARE: Brutus doth speak of thee highly - 'tis true, / But all of us request report from you.
WUKONG: Couldn't have said it better myself.
LADY LIBERTY: Alright, alright, fair enough. Listen to me, approximately sixty thousand galaxy sized monsters are coming.
The hall erupted in chaos. Then, Thena threw a thicket of thrushes to the fire:
THENA: The Field Control level of an individual is directly proportional to their dimensional expanse, in other words, their size. So, they are exponentially more powerful than the entire League of Life combined.
The chaos concatenated with this calorific exclamation made every representative canter about calamity till the clamour was culled down by an appearance from the Ultimate Culler. [Note to self: Ask Nine if that was too dramatic? {The hell you mean, add more description damnit!} But I don't know how to describe stuff! {You know what, fair enough}]
A weird, pink portal with rainbow glitter oozing out of it suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the League of Life HQ. However, somehow that barbie-ish-looking portal gave off a chilling aura that froze everyone in their places. Damn, I feel a shiver up my spine. And… what the hell… is that a toddler slowly creeping out of that thing?
A BABY: *Suckling on a soother* BWAH - BOO-BOO - Byabya!!
SHE IS SO ADORABLE OMAGAHHHHHHHH. [Note to self: I still don't know if I should remove this line or not, {KEEP IT, SHE WAS SO CUTE} I KNOW RIGHT BUT- {JUST KEEP IT!!!}]
NINE: Hey there little guy, who are you?
The only person whose joie de vivre was totally unaffected - was Nine. Everyone else, including me, were, for some reason, fixed in their spots - as if bound by an instinct of survival incited by fear [{But weren't you gushing over her?} I was, but damn I was scared too, I felt like I was gonna die for some reason - but damn that baby was cute.]
A BABY: *With a muffled voice* Daat!
NINE: Daat? Hello Daat! I am Nine! Nice to meet you.
Nine rose up from his seat and flew through the air to meet the toddler as she slowly crawled through the air to be gently raised up by Agent Nine. He patted her velvet black hair and she smiled.
PYTHAGORAS: GET AWAY FROM IT, TEKNON!
Pythagoras, forgoing his sense of self-preservation, jumped out of his seat with his himation extending into the air like slithers of purple cloth. Right-angled triangles appeared in his extended hand as he muttered some Ancient Greek incantation.
PYTHAGORAS: O Death! I am the Shadow Monarch of Mathematics, please forgive the insolence of this child, O Manifestation of the End!
What?
NINE: What?
DEATH: Baat?
PYTHAGORAS: O teknon! She is the 69th Death, the Ultimate Manifestation of Change - the Ultimate Culler.
NINE: What - H-how? She's so cute! What do y-you mean she's the manifestation of Death?
DEATH: *Still sucking the pacifier* Ba-baat! Wot are ooo toking baat?
PYTHAGORAS: Don't you feel the creeping sensation of a shiver running down your spine?
I mean, yeah, I do - but still, SHE's SO CUTE!
NINE: Uh, no? Why would I?
What?
WUKONG: Even I, the Sevenfold-Immortal, have my monkey hairs standing up for the first time since I saw my piss on Buddha's hands - the heck do you mean that you don't feel anything?
SEVEN: She is exuding fear and death by just existing, you idiot! Get away from her RIGHT NOW!
ME: Kyu-kun, even I feel like my soul's being sucked out of my body just by her presence 20 feet away from me - how the hell can you just stand there holding her like it's nothing?
NINE: I still don't get it, really -
Suddenly, I saw Sherlock's eyebrows twitch. Then, I heard reality bow-wow as the halls and seats of the League of Life slowly spiralled out of my vision into a hollow greyscale donut that beat like a vibrating boombox. [Note to self: Ask Nine for a better euphemism - wait, no, better metaphor - or is it a simile? {Probably all of them were there in the weird compound sentence, bad writing} SHUT. UP.]
To me, it felt like an eternal instant, for lack of better words. It felt like… waiting for a minute in a game lobby. You look at the watch, and see it slowly ticking - you know it's just a minute, but sixty seconds feel longer than a minute for some reason. I guess it has some psychological reason. [Note to self: That's the best my P-AI could come up with. I guess Personal AIs are only as good as their Partners. {So, keep learning} Stop, you sound like Nine.]
It was purgatory, but hell. It was static, yet changing. Every beat of the donut's vibration felt like a century, every breath a galactic year. I don't know how much time passed, my P-AI didn't reply, my brain didn't reply, my other me didn't reply - yet, it was just an instant, perhaps the exact definition of infinitesimal would be an understatement, yet an overstatement. [Note to self: I don't have better words for this, I doubt even Nine would.]
Then, after the unchanging change stopped - I was lain upon millions of colourful cards slowly pulsating like palpitating jelly beans. [I have no idea where I was going with that simile…]
There were cards floating in the air, blowing in the wind and flowing like a stream. The sky looked like a dome made up of azure and cyan cards with wispy whipped-cream-like patches that somewhat resembled fleeting flitches of flippety clouds. I stood up, scratching my back and dusting away the little card-like dust particles. For some reason, the venerated halls of intergalactic history had crumbled into segmented slithers of incredulous cards. [Note to self: Ask Nine if literally using a line from his song is okay or not. {Uh, you sung that song though?} Still, this time I am writing, not singing. {You used several of his lines before too, so-} SHUT UP!]
Lush, verdant cards, like cartoonish greenback notes, made up a strange grassland spanning from one end of the horizon to another. I wondered where everyone was and shouted,
ME: E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E!!! WHERE ARE YOU ALLLLLL?! What is this place?! And why are there cards E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E-E-E-E-E?!?!?!
A card was shoved into my spine at bullet speed the moment I heard the echo of the last syllable in my ears. That really hurt, like - A LOT. [Note to self: I gotta ask Nine why that hurt so much… why does a thin cardboard card - {wow, the card is made out of cardboard, who would've known?} - SHUT UP - shot at like the speed of sound or something like that pierce through my skin like an actual bullet? I can't connect with the internet right now, or I would've asked a Knower AI on the internet. And my P-AI is too dumb to- {Just end the note already, it's already ten times longer than the main paragraph}]
I imagined the card to be vapourised and my spine to be healed by instinct, and so it did. I turned around to see what exactly shot me with that blade-like card and got blasted by hundreds of cards shot like a machine gun from nowhere. Though it didn't affect me much because of my reflexive self-healing. There is only one word to describe what I saw next,
ME: …What…?
Where there was a sky before, is now a giant, shaking acrylic pink block that covers the entire sky. All I could see of the block was a straight line that covered half of the horizon, a dark shadow below it and a weirdly slanted protrusion out of the main body - like someone had zoomed into the upper-left corner of a Lego brick a thousand times.
ME: WHAT IS THAT? WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON ANYMORE?!?!
SOMEONE: Shh…
Suddenly, a hand shushed me and covered my open mouth. I bit it but it tasted like rusted metal. Then I got hit by a burning torch on my head.
ME: OWW!
METAL PERSON: I am the one who should say 'OUCH', little girl.
I got hit by the metal torch again. I wanted to scream but couldn't because my mouth was covered super tight and for some reason, I couldn't move my body.
ME: W-Wu-Woo A-ar yoo?
METAL HAND: I am Liberty, goddamnit.
ME: Da-amn, yoo a-ar n-not be-bing to-too lib-eral, ar yoo?
LADY LIBERTY: SHUT UP! If it weren't for you, I would have been fighting out there.
ME: Wh-What?
LADY LIBERTY: Yeah, Sherlock told me to keep a check on you 'coz Nine told him to keep you safe no matter what.
ME: Can yoo p-pleese let go o' m-mi ma-mouth?
LADY LIBERTY: Fine, fine. But stay silent, please.
ME: FINALLY-
LADY LIBERTY: Shh…
ME: Oh sorry… so, what exactly is happening…?
Then I felt my head twitch a bit and heard Liberty's voice in my mind,
LADY LIBERTY: There is a reason behind why I am telling you to stay silent, so please shut your mouth up and listen to me and talk to me with your thoughts, not out loud.
I thought, "Okay…?"
LADY LIBERTY: So, listen. Things got a bit weird after legit Death arrived in that conference-
I thought, "Yeah… But what exactly happened after that? What is this place? Why are there cards everywhere? What is that large back-of-a-Lego-brick in the sky? And what is-?"
LADY LIBERTY: ONE QUESTION AT A TIME - please.
I thought, "Sorry… But at least give me a summary."
LADY LIBERTY: Alright… so… to summarise - I don't know what's going on but -
ME: WHAT?
I got punched in the face after that, and Liberty started yelling in my mind,
LADY LIBERTY: I WILL PERMANENTLY SEW YOUR MOUTH AND GOUGE OUT YOUR VOCAL CHORD IF YOU UTTER A SINGLE WORD-
[Note to self: That was dark. {Really dark}]
I thought, "I swear that I won't utter a single word without your permission - but seriously, what do you mean that you don't know what's going on? Who in the world knows what's going on? And-"
LADY LIBERTY: Alright so, I guess it's natural to be surprised after all this. But yeah, to be honest, I don't think anyone knows what's going on anymore-
I opened my mouth to say "WHAT THE-?" but quickly closed it after Liberty gave me the scariest death stare in the history of the universe.
LADY LIBERTY: Let me finish my sentence, girl-
I thought, "Why are your sentences so long?"
LADY LIBERTY: BECAUSE I AM LIBERTY, GODDAMNIT! I CAN TALK HOWEVER LONG I WANT!!! The word of Liberty must be propagated by any possible means and-
I stared at her metal eyes and she understood my body language that yelled, SHUT UP.
LADY LIBERTY: Alright, I am sorry for blabbering on for so long. Let me get to the point.
I thought, "Yes please."
LADY LIBERTY: So, Sherlock tried to stop time to deal with Death. But since Death is - well, Death - she nullified his power in an instant. But since Sherlock Holmes is - well, Sherlock Holmes - he nullified her nullification in the same instant. And then-
I thought as loud as I could, "IN! SHORT! KUDASAIIIII!!!"
LADY LIBERTY: Sorry, sorry. So, Sherlock fought Death. The 5D guys attacked. We all died. But Sherlock reversed time. But Nine didn't die somehow, and time reversal didn't affect him, so causality got a bit complicated. Then-
ME: Hold up, WHAT-
Then I went unconscious after my head got chopped.
I don't know when I woke up, but when I did, it was all dark. Pitch black. I touched my neck, it was fine - somehow. I made a flashlight, but the darkness doused out the light and I still couldn't see anything. I turned the light to the floor, I saw cards - black cards. Each card had a large bold "READ" written on it at an angle. I looked around and it seemed that all the angled READ's seemed to have inclined towards a single point, possibly converging there. Taking this assumption to be true, I followed the angled READ's with my flashlight till I saw a shining book in the distance. [Note to self: {Isn't calling your phone "a shining book" a bit too pretentious?} SHUT UP!]
I picked up the shining book, i.e., my inter-mob. A certain document was opened on my phone, it was titled 'I am Kinda Bored'. The heading on the page was, 'Chapter 69: Pro Te, Sexta'.
ME: You jerk… Stop screwing with me and show yourself!
I thought I could hear a faint laughter somewhere in the distance but it could just be a hallucination - I am not sure with that guy, it could also be both, somehow. Nevertheless, I started reading:
'So, Agent Six, let your omnipotent jerk tell you what happened. Everyone is currently trapped in an infinite loop of Death and Resurrection - except Nine and tu. Agent One is behind all of these Death-and-5D shenaniganery because she is mad at me - I told Statue of Liberty about this, but eh, I guess she was too scared when she met me and ita, Death kinda ruined your meeting, non?'
I hate that bastard so much. If he knew all of that was gonna happen like 69 years ago - of course, it had to be 69 years ago, why else would it be any other number? - WHY DIDN'T HE CHANGE IT?
'Because I couldn't, Sexta.'
Wait, WHAT?
Did I read that right?
'Because I couldn't, Sexta. Believe me, I don't lie.'
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT JERK CANNOT DO???
'A person didn't allow me to.'
WHAT? Who is the person? God? Your dad? WHO IS IT?
'C'mon Sexta, how could you think that I'd tell you so easily? It's no fun that way, find it out yourself.'
YOU JERK! I SWEAR I WILL FIND OUT THAT GUY AND WIPE THAT PERMANENT CREEPY SMUG EXPRESSION OUT OF YOUR FACE SOMEDAY!!! YOU PSYCHOPATH! YOU-
'This day, the very day that mad doctor clipped off my fingernails and went to create a test tube baby who'd later become Agent One; the very day I established the intergalactic internet; the very day I outlawed all currency and established the Lex Simul system across the Laniakea supercluster; the very day I established the Da Vinci Calendar and the World Government; the very day Ego prepared to express my infinite joy and suffering on some white, dead, cellulose-strips called paper - that I got to know about an existentia supera, and my infinite joy compounded infinitely.'
Uh, so… I never really thought about that jerk being a being of infinite suffering and joy… That must be tough, I guess - but still, he IS a JERK. Just a guy obsessed with Leonardo da Vinci and 69. But I don't have any idea about what he means by the last line, why would you be happy by getting to know that a guy more powerful than you exists? What kind of logic is that? [Note to self: {You do not really follow logic yourself, do you?} SHUT UP, I CAN'T EDIT PROPERLY BECAUSE OF YOUR 'Notes to Self'. {You mean your 'Notes to Self'?} WHY CAN'T I STILL SHUT YOU UP? GAHHHHH!!!]
So, what do I do now?
'Eh, I guess since you don't really have a lot to do right now - because, despite your vix infinite power, you cannot manifest it correctly yet-'
'The hell does he mean that I have infinite power?
'All of you Agents who were created from me have a fragment of my power, and bene, since even the smallest fraction of infinitas is infinitas, enough control over your emotion can make you its master - like One. Even Duo is quite close to unlock his ultimate potential.'
Wh-huh? … Really?
'Yes, really.'
So, um, uh - what about the other Field Wielders in the League of Life? What about Sherlock and the other members of Halcyon - how did they learn to control the Field?
'Eh, most of them mutated by natural evolutionary processes and learned to harness the Field while a few managed to peruse the foundations of existence and made gadgets to harness them - you should have read this stuff in middle school, you should have been more studious, Sexta.'
That… is true… but I don't need to hear this from a PSYCHOPATHIC DELINQUENT like YOU!!
'You are such a Karen, scis tu?'
SHUT UP!
'So, the following is what you need to know right now:
You can change your auto-diary post primary input - i.e., you can edit the diary at a later time. To do that, tu can check the appendix to this chapter.Sherlock Holmes, Nine and everyone else is fine - don't worry about them. Also, it was the large galaxy-sized 5D Lego robot whose feet you saw in the horizon that cut off your head with blade-like cards. I call it Machina Lateris. It can instantly detect the slightest of particle and electromagnetic vibrations within a radius of 200 AU and its precision increases upon the intensity of the vibration.'
Wait, that was a 5D monster? That's… understandable… so, the instant intensity reaction mechanism - was that why Liberty was telling me to shut up?
'
Ita, she sensed it with her Limitless Liberty.'
But what's with these cards everywhere? Like, what kinda place is this?
'
Oh, this is what Una transformed the universe to for enhancing the 5D creatures' Field Control levels and help them manifest their 5-dimensional forms in a 3-dimensional universe.'
I don't know what even means but - Wh-WHAT? AGENT ONE TRANSFIGURED THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE? WHY DID SHE DO THAT?! AND HOW?!
'
You should read more carefully, Sexta. Re-read the first paragraph of this chapter.'
Wait…
' …Agent One is behind all of these Death-and-5D shenaniganery because she is mad at me…'
Wait, what? THAT DOESN'T ANSWER ANY OF MY QUESTIONS AT ALL!! Wait - no, that does answer the 'why' part… WHAT ABOUT THE 'HOW' PART?
'
As of yesterday, Agent One is more powerful than all of the League of Life and Halcyon members combined - except me, scilicet. She wasn't that powerful initially, but continuous redoubling of hatred for decades - considering tempus relativum, even centuries - has made her the strongest in this universe.'
NANI?! THEN WHY DID YOU LET HER RUN FREE FOR SO MANY YEARS?
'I took pity on her.'
…
…
…
Are you kidding me…?
'Ego assure you, I am not.'
The word 'pity' is the farthest concept in existence relative to you. [Wow, that was aggressively eloquent.]
'Minime, no - I am existence.'
Well, whatever… Did you reflect on your behaviour?
'Ita.'
That's… an improvement, I guess - though that's still nowhere close to redemption.
'This is not an anime, Sexta. Wake up to reality - the existence of the world is at danger, a primordial being is rampaging because of a misunderstanding caused by Hatred herself, people are dying and being resurrected, your best friend is getting traumatized due to all this death and suffering - and you are here reading a book that predicted this entire conversation 69 years ago - what are you doing, Sexta? Get up and act - NOW!'
But… WHAT SHOULD I DO? Taskete kure, I… need some time to process what happened… I-I don't know what to do… Specially after your uncharacteristically uplifting speech.
'Well, you haven't got much time - look behind you, Duo and Una's fight is about to reach here. Jump right now to your left, or you will die and the universe will reset again.'
I jumped towards my left by instinct. My right hand barely grazed by what felt like the surface of the sun. Then, my forehead started twitching as I heard a voice in my head,
TWO: I am so sorry, Six! I didn't mean to hurt you!
The very next second, I felt a wave of emotions hit me like a whirlpool - a clash between hatred and kindness. Then, a sudden shockwave blasted me across the abyssal void and another tossed me back like a tennis ball. Countless green and red streaks of blinding light gnashed against each other like a rambunctious light show. Every now and then, black cards rose up from the floor to envelope the green light in darkness only to be drilled through by unyielding light - And all of this repeated constantly in intervals of a few milliseconds. [Note to self: I had to rely upon my unconscious other self to know what was even going on, as I couldn't keep up even after boosting my vision with the Field. {Finally, show me some gratitude.} Don't you know how to keep your mouth shut? {I can say the same about you} SHUT UP!}
TWO: Io am so sorry that everyone got involved in a toxic feud between my parents, I couldn't stop my mother - no matter how many times I tried, mamma kept hating everyone and everything. Only if I could somehow change the past…
Ni-kun… You are so good, you know? But you have no reason to be sorry, you had no choice in your birth… But, by the way, where's Sherlock?
TWO: I have no idea… Probably dealing with Death while the others are dealing with the 5D sauriae.
What about Nine? Is he… okay?
TWO: Can't you sense his Field Signature? It's more potent than ever.
Uh… I still have no idea what a Field Signature feels like… So…
TWO: Do you feel like something is pressing your body from all sides?
Now that you say it… I do feel a sort of weird pressure squeezing me, it's been hard to move since I got in this weird card world - what about it? I thought it was due to you two fighting.
TWO: Partially, yes, but most of it is caused by Nine. - in short, that's Nine's Field Signature at its activated form.
Wh-What? B-but how?! I have never felt like this before-
TWO: That's because he's not who you know anymore…
What do you mean by that?
As soon as I thought that, I saw the green light flicker for a second.
TWO: Sorry, Six, I need to focus on my mamma right now, I'll talk to you later, it's a bit complicated.
Then the green light zapped the red light out of my sight in a flash, and then all went silent. Then, I felt my inter-mob vibrate in my hand. I looked at the alight screen.
'Good job surviving that, Sexta.'
I never thought that I would say this but, thanks for saving me there, Zero.
'Hehe, you're welcome.'
So… what am I supposed to do now? How do I get out of this weird UNO world?
'I would have helped you if ego possem, but currently, I am barred from interfering in that universe by that person.'
I still can't imagine who the heck would have the power to oppose you, still, can't you help me? Not even a teeny tiny bit?
'You are such a hypocrite, scis tu?'
So are you, YOU JERK! Don't think I have forgotten or forgiven what you did? I-
'My dear reader, I am not about to undergo a redemption arc, so tu can keep hating me if you want to.'
Wait, did you tell that to me or to people reading this book in general?
'You don't need to know that, Sexta. What you do need to know is that you have to tread carefully near Nine right now, he has gone on to his First Evolutionary Stage, or as I like to call it - Primus Gradus Evolutionis.'
That's the same thing as Ni-kun said - explain me what that even means, what do you mean that Nine is evolving? Is he an ape or what?
'There will be no story if I tell you straight away, it's no fun! You will come to know in time.'
There's the Zero I know, you are still the same ol' jerk - I am glad.
'Bene, do you want this jerk to help you or not?'
I have no other option, do I? Sigh.
'I need you to become aware of your Nature.'
Um… what?
'You really should have concentrated in your classes rather than procrastinating… I mean, that's hypocritical coming from me, tamen, verum est.'
C'mon, stop roasting me and just tell what me what the f**k do you mean by my "Nature"?
' 'Natura is a passive ability that permeates a Field Wielder's being and distinguishes one Field Signature - thus, a Field Wielder - from another' - Chapter 6, page 6, line 6 of 'General Knowledge About Everything and 69' written by me - and the only answer that you got right in your last semester exam.'
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, as I thought, "Oh… yeah, I remember it now. What about it?"
'Do you know what your Nature is?'
Uh… Natura… I… I never really found out my Nature… I was too busy with albums and concerts and stuff… So… You know… [Note to self: You know you were just making excuses, right? SHUT- Well, you are correct but still - SHUT UP!]
'Bene, you have to find out your Natura to get out of this card world. To do that, you must lean into your true emotion, as all Agents have to control their True Emotion to master the Field.'
But… how the hell do I do that…?
'You are Fury, Sexta. So, to control anger, you need to use its opposite - what is the opposite of anger?'
Uh… calmness… or coolness… or something like that, I guess?
'You have to master calmness in order to control fury - Scio that you have been trying to do that for a while, and that you have succeeded in it but not as much as you'd like to - Correcta, ne?'
You are right… I don't want to hurt him, I don't want him to undergo a trauma like Agent One and turn into something like that…
'You are trying your best to keep your rage in control, yet sometimes, no matter how much you try - you sometimes cannot control yourself.'
Yeah… Nine has suffered so much because of my uncontrollable anger… All because of me…
'I know, I know - it's okay-'
It's not okay… I-I couldn't help myself, believe me, even if I tried to…
'I know, my dear Sexta, I know-'
Please… help me… Taskete kure… How do I calm my mind? I know I call you a jerk and all that all the time… but…
'I will, just keep reading-'
I… I really want to help that boy, he is adorable, I love him. Please help me…
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Please…
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'Don't cry, Sexta…'
I started weeping uncontrollably. I sat down on the field of cards, full of despair. My legs slowly drowned through the ground. Everything happened in the last couple of days swept across my mind and the world of cards seemed to fall upon me. It squashed my head. It squeezed my body. It seemed sadness'd savour my shallow bosom with its bottomless, boundless thirst for bare and benign spirits.
Then, my phone vibrated vehemently. Through the pitch black void, through the millions of decks of cards trying to press me down - a collage of black text and white light peeped at me. I could make out a few words through my teary eyes:
'It is okay to cry, Sexta… We are only human, after all.'
I looked up at the screen.
'I am not good at making people feel better. So, I will just quote mea amor aeternam-"
What is that?
'Leonardo da Vinci,'
Of course… who else would it be?
'The deeper the feeling, the greater the suffering. Know that, when you are drowning in the pit of despair, when the world seems heavy and the heart feels void - you have lived. To live is not just to smile, to frolick and to sing - it is equally about when you weep, when you despair and when you sob.'
That's… I haven't lived long enough to realise that, yet… *Sniff* It sounds something a wise guy would say…
"Thus, remind yourself when you cry, you have smiled. Remember that when you despair, you have known ecstasy. Know that when you are empty, you will be filled up in the very next moment - for that is the nature of things. That is how the lungs breathe, that is how the winds flow, and that is how the waves crash onto the beaches - like your pain is crashing against your joyful memories, seemingly corroding them."
I… I feel like I am starting to understand something… although I am not really sure what that is… I guess I should just keep reading…
"The greatest deception people suffer is from their own opinion. It might seem you have enough time when you don't, little time when you may vouch for more. Observe, think, learn - and act. It is not enough to observe and sigh in despair, it is not enough to think and muse in vain, it is not enough to learn and sleep in tranquility - you must act in haste, lest you regret it in the future."
But what exactly should I do…? Things… are occurring at a scale I can't even imagine… People with impossible powers are fighting at impossible speeds… What can I even do? I am just a dumb girl who sings well…
"He who does not punish evil, commands it to be done."
But… I am nowhere strong enough to deal with them…
'Who says that? All of you Agents have the same potential, didn't you see Duo fighting Una? They were an almost equal match. You can do the same if you try hard enough, Sexta.'
But I don't have enough time! I have to do it right now! I need more time, only if I had more time…
'Well, don't worry, your fictional crush is standing right behind you.'
I turned around to hear a loud crash in the dark abyss. The cards that weighed upon me instantaneously disintegrated. Then I smiled widely as he looked at me and said,
SHERLOCK HOLMES: Here I am, Miss Six. I beg your pardon for being so late - I was previously preoccupied with 5-Dimen-
ME: I KNOW, I KNOW, IT'S OKAY! CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME HAVE MORE TIME SO THAT I CAN MASTER CONTROLLING MY EMOTIONS?
SHERLOCK HOLMES: I beg your pardon?
ME: Can you stop time for a while? PLEASE?
SHERLOCK HOLMES: Sure, I can stop it indefinitely if you need me to.
ME: PERFECT! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
I will also try to edit my Diary while I am at it…
[Note to self: {Your edits are garbage, they are all over the place…} At least, I tried… Sigh, I guess it would take a lifetime to reach Nine's level. {You will still probably misspell words} SHUT UP!]
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