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Year 2145 – Earth, New Tokyo Medical District, Sector 3A
The ceiling was always the same. White. Bright. Sterile. An endless plain of fluorescent light and emptiness that never changed, no matter how many days passed. The hospital walls tried their best to comfort the patients with animated projections of drifting clouds, chirping birds, and soft ambient music—but for her, the illusion never worked. It only reminded her of what she would never feel. The sun, the wind, the soil beneath her feet.
She had never walked. Never danced. Never even sat up by herself. Her body was trapped in paralysis from the neck down since birth, an ultra-rare congenital neurodegenerative condition. She was bedridden, fed through tubes, washed by machines, and kept alive through sheer willpower and medical miracles. Every day was a cycle: wake up, stare at the ceiling, listen to the soft hum of her life-support devices, and wonder why she hadn't lost her mind yet.
But her mind was what made her different.
Before she turned three, she was solving logic puzzles at university level. By four, she had memorized every major language on Earth. She devoured books like air. Audiobooks, lectures, documentaries—she was the mind of a queen locked in the body of a shell.
Her parents had long since died in a car crash. She had no siblings. The government kept her in one of the most advanced hospitals in the world, a combination of pity and awe funding her continued existence. Doctors visited like pilgrims. Scientists referred to her as "The Sleeping Polymath."
And she hated it.
Then, one day, something changed. A new nurse—kind, young, and full of fire—brought her something wrapped in silver paper and hope.
"They just released it today," she said, smiling as she adjusted the full-dive VR headset beside her bed. "The Forever War. It's more than a game. It's an escape. If anyone deserves to run free, it's you."
She didn't even blink.
She said two words that she hadn't said in weeks: "Plug me in."
And with that, her true life began.
Login Initiated – Avatar Creation – Class: Fairy/Minx Hybrid
She breathed in air that wasn't real but tasted sweeter than anything she'd known. Trees rustled. The sky stretched wide with twin suns hanging low. Birds cawed overhead, and her feet—her feet—touched real ground.
She wept.
In The Forever War, she was reborn.
She chose a form that blended agility and magic: a Fairy/Minx hybrid, small and quick, with large ears, soft fur, delicate wings, and clawed feet. She looked like a myth reborn. Her fingers moved. Her legs ran. Her smile returned.
And then she did what she'd always done best.
She learned.
Her first class was Swordswoman. By level 50, she defeated five-man squads in duels. By level 200, she soloed dungeons. By level 500, she shattered records. But she didn't stop there.
She became a Wizard, mastering elemental, celestial, blood, void, and spatial magic. A Doctor, renowned for restoring NPCs thought incurable. An Alchemist, creating poisons that bypassed even godly resistance. A Blacksmith, forging the weapon known as Ebonfire Fang: an unbreakable blade that ignited with black flames capable of burning through magic and denying all healing.
She unlocked the Living Codex, a book of infinite pages that copied any book it touched. Over time, it became her library—a living, breathing record of every monster, herb, language, and technique in the world.
She learned to cook, creating meals so good they granted temporary immortality. She duplicated her favorite snack, honey buns, more than 9,853,972,094,370,590,934 times, just because she could. Tea? Brewed in such refinement that it calmed raging bosses.
She reached Level 999 in every class: swordsman, wizard, librarian, archer, storyteller, martial artist, blacksmith, crafter, rune master. All of them.
She fought in 8,394,729 wars.
She killed 894,793,854,309 players, collecting their loot, their titles, their legacy.
She soloed every boss. Every raid. Every world-ending event.
The system stopped rewarding her.
So it gave her titles:
"Goddess of War""Eternal Flame""Unseen Queen"
And then, it gave her something more.
A quiet whisper on her 24th birthday, as her real heart began to fail:
*"You have transcended. Logging out for final time. Session Ended."
Then came the wind. Real wind.
Earthland – Magnolia Forest – Year Unknown
She awoke beneath a tree, sun kissing her cheeks, birds fluttering above, and the scent of grass in her nose. Her body didn't ache. Her arms moved. Her tail swished.
She was her avatar—but real.
Her sword lay beside her. Her Living Codex floated nearby. Her inventory brimmed with treasures. She whispered words of magic, and fire danced on her palms. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't VR.
It was reality.
"I'm alive... again."
Magnolia Town – The Library of Eternal Respawn
She walked into Magnolia in silence. Her ears down. Her eyes wide. People laughed, fought, drank, lived.
The guild Fairy Tail stood proud and loud. She saw Mavis Vermillion watching quietly from afar, her ghostly presence lingering like a song.
They didn't need a goddess.
So she chose peace.
She purchased land on the edge of town and summoned her Library. A multiverse vault of knowledge, recipes, weapons, scrolls, and stories. Inside, infinite shelves held books of gods and monsters. Her tea room was always warm. Honey buns lined silver trays in enchanted stasis.
She took no visitors.
But Mavis came.
"You don't have to fight here," the founder said softly. "Just... exist. That's enough."
So she did.
And every time Fairy Tail needed funds, repairs, or supplies, they received them mysteriously, labeled only with a rune of rebirth.
She watched from the shadows. A silent guardian. A warrior with no war.
The world called her a legend.
But she was simply...
Home.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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