Meanwhile, the unfortunate ‘burden’ that was cast aside ended up in a different multiverse, cast so far and thus injured once again.

The so-called ‘burden’ arrived in a chaotic and unpredictable universe where her powers were restricted and limited. However, her noble lineage provided her with the remarkable gift of four lives to navigate this tumultuous existence. The first of those lives, unfortunately, turned out to be a rather unfortunate one, resulting in the emergence of a quirk that had a somewhat treacherous habit.

Born into a strange situation, she experienced both birth and growth, but the circumstances of her arrival made her unusual.

Sigh.

At birth, she shocked everyone with her appearance, being vastly different from her beautiful mother, and was abandoned for a few days. Fortunately, her level-headed father later confirmed her identity with a blood test decided because she was his blood, he will take on the task of raising her himself. Despite the unexpected nature of her arrival, she was still his first child with his wife, that were his thoughts and so took the appropriate actions but the nature of his life as a whole—

sigh.

For three years, he taught her some questionable lessons before her mother took over.

The mother, a lover of beauty and a so-called ‘face controller’, expected her daughter to embody certain ideals. While the daughter inherited features from both parents, she fell short of their desires to be traditionally be ‘fat and white’; however, her flawless brown skin had a hint of glow and her feautures were so beautiful her mother raised her alone.

Sigh.

When her mother assumed responsibility, the situation took a turn… sigh. 

Her father was patient and nurturing, while her mother was prone to outbursts and known as a ‘violent beauty.’

The parents grew closer through their daughter, each imparting their own influences. The mother was a dramatist, while the father took a detached, theatrical approach to life, as though the world itself was a play. The two were the perfect couple but influencing their daughter… they created a monster.

Many disapproved, as both parents were only children, leading their own parents to become overly involved in raising the daughter, often against her parents’ wishes.

She received an education in noble etiquette.

Believing she needed a companion and protector, her family adopted a boy to grow up alongside her.

Years passed, and the ‘burden’ grew into a beautiful young woman.

The boy, handsome and proud, had forgotten his roots.

A tragedy struck, forever extinguishing a noble bloodline from two families, now trapped in the body of a girl.

“Brother, am I a bad person?” she asked softly, her otherwise neon green shirt, face, and flawless chestnut skin marred by blood. “No, no. You are a good person,” the older boy replied, struggling to mask the fear in his eyes. He would have appeared intimidating if not for his trembling form and flushed complexion, his dark hair tousled, and his face betraying his terror.

He was in shock. His carefully laid plans had crumbled into failure.

No matter what he did, she wouldn’t die. 

He had no desire to marry her.

“I know I’ve perfected my image so well, just like my parents taught me.” 

She spoke softly, her voice a melodic blend of beauty and enchantment that seemed to linger in the air.  As a child he had adored her, captivated by her flawless face and the innocent timbre of her voice, qualities that made her seem like the very essence of purity. But then came the day when he stumbled upon the shocking truth—that all her charm had been nothing more than a meticulously crafted façade designed to deceive.

As she fixed her gaze upon him, he found himself trembling, feeling as though he were the very center of her universe, even though deep down he understood that this was far from reality. “My character crumbled when I heard you wanted to kill me for her.  Tell me, brother,what makes her better?” she pressed with an intensity that pierced through his thoughts. He observed her as she took deliberate steps closer, her captivating scent enveloping his senses; at eighteen, she had blossomed into a young woman, no longer just a child but someone who wore an innocent appearance and possessed a voice still capable of evoking tenderness, reminiscent of a small cat—one that scratches gently, yet without any real intent to harm.

He had once prided himself on thinking that he understood her completely, but he now realized how mistaken he was. Beneath her delicate exterior lay a monster, one who expertly disguised herself as an angel, capable of weaving a web of charm that ensnared the unsuspecting. This knowledge washed over him as he grappled with the dissonance between his memories and the stark reality of her true nature.

“Brother, I’ve followed you for so long. I know your boxer color, shower gel, blood type, favorite food, daily water intake, and with whom you converse. I know you well. I planned our wedding, the date and number of children we would have, but you abandoned me to them. You wanted them to harm this body, dedicated to you? Big brother, I’m sorry.” Once more, she cut into the stream of his thoughts, her voice rising with curiosity, were those words human?!

His scalp went numb, and his heart constricted at the sadness in her eyes as she approached. 

So real, he thought, It felt so incredibly real to him, unable to identify a single flaw in her presence or character.

He wanted to retreat, to escape, but when she hugged him, he relaxed.

“Big brother, I love you.” She kissed him fiercely, asserting her dominance. He wanted to resist but couldn’t. Then he felt her stiffen, followed by pain and the taste of blood. “Big brother, you are no longer worthy, but we should die together to make amends.” A deafening silence echoed in his mind as his life slipped away. The girl who had always called him big brother was fading. Anger, disgust, hate, and a deep unwillingness ensnared him.

Leave him?

Separate?

After so long?

Forcing him to face her seductive visage and sultry voice…?

Then she killed him for a mere misstep.

His soul twisted in anguish, searching for her but finding nothing. Clutching his head and howling in despair, he felt his essence tear and contort.

Mouths yawned open around him as eyes shifted through a spectrum of colors.

“Dare!”

“Leave…”

“US!”

“Mine!”

“Ours!”

“Find…”

“Claim…”

“Herrr!!!”

The universe trembled, and while the world remained oblivious to what was to come, the souls yearned for the one who loved them only to cast them aside. 

They split and searched, again and again, until they finally found her. As they attempted to converge, they were abruptly pulled into the world.

(Must find her)

(Our shell has been destroyed—)

(WEAK!)

(Find her!)

(Find—)

(Find her!)

The shadow of voices drifted away, possessed with those two words; Find her!

Once, there was a girl who loved a boy. She was deemed beautiful in appearance and demeanor, or so the world believed. 

But that was a facade—she was a psychopath. Though unstable, she tried her best to appear normal. Those who knew her true self had perished. Now, she would kill her beloved because he was blind to her love. A twisted melon may not be sweet, but when smashed, its insides reveal beauty. 

Laughter echoed like tinkling bells—captivating yet unsettling, a reminder of the fragile line between joy and madness, sending chills down your spine.

After her demise, the world imploded, scattering a few while she transitioned to another form. Unfortunately, this new form was not fully compatible, as remnants of the original allowed her to exist only in mind and control the body through a layer.

Sigh, the one seeing all of this being transpired could only continue to emit low constant sighs.