World Isekai

Mori sat back in the chair, staring at the ceiling in thought.

DiveCore was always a shady business, but this took the crown.

To think they grew to have so much power in a matter of decades.

"From your memories, I understand more or less what's happening," said Maël still sitting, legs on the table.

"Well? Is there anything else?"

Maël shrugged.

"Maybe," she said. "There's a lot of shady things that happened. Things your neighbors have said, things the security guard said, things you've overheard in the elevator. You've spent a lot of time hating DiveCore, but you should realize you've spent a lot of time close to them."

"Just tell me," he said.

Maël got up, looking outside the window.

The scenery of snow slowly falling through a city made of countless skyscrapers.

They went as far as the eye could see, disappearing into the horizon.

This meeting room wasn't randomly chosen to be the one his mother used, it had the best view, she admired it a lot.

The whole area was built like a pyramid, the center with the tallest skyscrapers, any subsequent ones cascading downward.

There were other, taller buildings behind this one, which his mother would rather not spend her time looking at.

"It's interesting that most of you guys lived so high into the sky."

Mori was surprised by the change of topic.

"You've seen my memories, haven't you?"

Maël turned toward him.

"Well, more like skimmed through," she said. "I'm no expert, but most people would rather keep their memories private."

"It doesn't matter to me."

"Alright, then I'll look when I feel like it, in my free time."

Maël turned around, and clapped her hands.

The chairs and table disappeared. It felt as if Mori blinked, although he didn't.

The room turned back into the living room with the fireplace crackling.

Rain tapped against the window, the visibility outside reduced, indicating night.

Mori watched as Maël walked around the room, to end up in the armchair she liked so much.

She sat sideways on it, and suddenly looked at Mori.

"Still here?" she said.

Mori sat in the armchair opposing her, his eyes staring at hers.

"You want me this bad?" she said.

"You locked me in here."

"And I might do it again, you're free to go now, however."

Mori's stare remained cold and unflinching, but no anger.

"You do know that you won't have that control forever? Wouldn't you want to be in my favors, the day I can discard you into some random corpse?"

Her hand quickly covered her mouth as she started chuckling, soon turning into a laugh.

"You think those can hold me?"

"I'll make them hold you."

"Haha, well, if that's how it is then so be it."

"You don't care?"

Maël was smiling, her expression weirdly genuine.

"I can't change who I am because you ask me to. I can pretend being what you want me to be, but then again that would just be pretending."

She pointed at Mori.

"It's the same with you. You don't care about your memories being seen because that's who you've been, and you can pretend it's not and hide it but that wouldn't change anything, in the end."

Mori arched his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden wisdom.

"There could be a lot of other reasons," he argued.

"Yeah, I figured," she said while chuckling.

Mori sighed, she was impossible to talk to, at times. It felt as if she was a few steps ahead in the conversation, already reacting to what is yet to be said.

"What did you, then?" he asked.

"What? When I left you in here?"

"Yeah."

"I've met with old friends. You needed time to go back through memory lane, but now that I've seen some of them it's been enough for me. So I'm back."

"And that's why you didn't let me finish that Christmas?"

"Did you really want to finish it?" asked Maël.

Mori didn't answer.

Memories were just that, memories.

Nothing real, nothing tangible.

He could revisit them mentally, whatever he could piece together with his beautifying mind.

What he remembered was prettier, better. The smells, the looks, the sensations. Everything was better as he recalled them mentally.

Distant memories where the ugly details were missing.

However, this last trip down memory wasn't as pretty, or better.

It felt like he was back there.

A truly terrifying experience.

His mother was still alive, in that place. She was the exact same way he always knew her, and that was too comforting.

Being able to relive those moments was a blessing, yet truly a curse.

Who wouldn't want to spend one more moment with a lost one?

But, what would everything after losing them be for?

The pain, the joys, the successes and the failures; everything that was lived and was true wouldn't be much of anything.

Especially since she wasn't really back.

Mori closed his eyes a moment, sighing.

"Well, if you need me, you know where to find me," said Maël.

Mori raised his arms, and finally, the wave came.

He raised out of subconscious, a storm lifting him upward the same way it had done previously.

"Don't think those happy memories change anything. I'm killing all of them. Every single one of them. And those I don't kill will wish I did."

Maël had a genuine smile on her face, following Mori's statement.

She wasn't so different, after all.

Mori slowly came back to his senses. He could feel his Cursed energy was moderately regenerated.

He slowly got up, pain not an issue at all.

"Where's the monster?" asked Mori.

Mori started walking, following Maël's words on the monster's whereabouts.

The chains should still actively be holding it down, despite Maël running away after hijacking his body.

With the sealing properties they had, unless it had any exterior help, its situation shouldnt get better, but worst.

Mori walked, going through a scenery that had grown old to him.

That eclipse was the only thing he still enjoyed glimpsing at, a true work of art in the otherwise boring world it inhabited.

Most humans and creatures he encountered were barely able to be identified as such.

The whole time he walked since he arrived, he had yet to see a change in terrain or even a little greenery.

He had seen depictions of the desert in various games, even Elder Heir Online had one, which meant he still might go through an actual desert.

And that one was a beauty, not whatever this desolate land was.

He could finally see it on the horizon, the tall creature on the ground with chains covering it.

"Good."

Mori approached it, going around it twice.

It was impossible for him to tell how that thing came to be, even its feature had nothing of what he had seen playing the game.

The amount of arms... Maybe some insect territory could have a similar feature, maybe some demons?

Mori had fought enough demons to know this didn't look like one, but maybe it was something related, he guessed.

It mattered little, but its size and power were considerable.

Can I even do it?

He walked back to its head, which was incredibly bigger than his own size.

Its eye was following him around as he approached his forehead.

Mori put his hand on it, closing his eyes.

It felt like a breeze promptly rose, his clothes flapping as he concentrated on the monster.

Using spells without the system was hard, yet way more interesting.

It truly felt like he was in control.

It was a good feeling, where no shackles or bars restrained his potential.

Given time, and training, he'd be able to do so much more, he thought.

"Alright. You fought well, but now, you'll fight for me," said Mori.

The creature didn't move or respond, but Mori could tell it wasn't happy with that outcome.

Pressure continued to build up, as he concentrated on the feeling he had when he branded the other ones.

Right there, in the middle of its forehead, a brand slowly traced itself.

It started from Mori's hands, expanding on its forehead in what could've been mistaken for black ink.

As he did, every inch in traced looked painful to the monsters, who suddenly started fighting chains it couldn't break.

"Yeah. Nobody enjoys become the pawn of someone else," said Mori.

Mori took a step back, the pressure finally relieved as he wiped his forehead.

It was far from a perfect brand, but for now, it would do.

He didn't need it right now, anyway, just having it there was enough.

Mori raised both hands, and slowly, the chains retracted from it's body, back into the ground. One by one, all of its limbs were set free.

The monster slowly got up, its massive size once again compared against Mori's.

It looked at him with fiery intensity. Mori stood still, ready to move at a moment's notice.

The monster turned around, hitting the ground once, the vibrations ringing through Mori's body, before leaving the opposite way.