Zun opened his eyes, then jolted upright, looking around.
From this unfamiliar room—lost, and without a sound.
"Where am I? This isn't my room," he said in confusion.
Zun touched his chin.
Oh yeah.... I passed out when that monster roared.
A figure stepped in as the door creaked open.
A maid dressed in black and white—stunning, but cold.
"Glad to see you awake, young one," she humbly spoke.
"So where am I? And whose place is this?" Zun replied with a question.
"You are at Sir Richard's mansion. It is very close to the Montelton Tower."
"Tower?" Zun quickly jumped from his bed, rushing to the window.
He glanced at the tower up close, jaw dropping in shock.
"What the fat! That's hella huge!"
The maid tilt her maid" What do you mean by fat?"
"Uh nothing just talking to myself hehe"
He touched his chin again.
But why didn't I see it when I opened the window that afternoon?
"Dear sir, would you follow me?" the maid said formally.
He turned his gaze to her. "Huh? Why?"
"Sir Richard wants to see you, dear sir," she said, bowing with respect.
"Oh. Okay, hehe…"
Well, I have something to ask him too.
Flowers from the sky suddenly turned black when night came.
Turning people into ugly monsters.
And the way he emitted light from his body.... turning into a sword.
I have to know everything about this world
. . .
As I followed, we reached a door so fine.
An office within—where Richard sat, divine.
The maid's hand turned the knob. The door swung wide,
Revealing Richard.
"Welcome, dear soul."
He conjures a cringey face in my mind's dark screen.
Ughh... Cringe. Yuck. You're cooked bro.
A mortified grimace—a secret, silent scene.
"Have a seat," Richard said with a dazzling smile.
"Okay," Zun said, sitting down across from him, eye to eye.
"Have some tea," Richard offered, handing him a mildly heated cup.
"I have something to discuss with you, Mister Zun," Richard said, smiling with a cold gaze.
"But first, let me ask you about that monster from that night… and that light you emitted."
Richard crossed his arms on his desk, his expression turning serious.
"What you saw was a Night Dweller—or, should I say, a curse from the flower above the sky."
Richard pointed his index finger upward.
He crossed his arms across his chest.
"It may sound stupid… but it's real."
He pointed directly at Zun.
"You emitted a strong aura—from the great light that existed long ago."
Zun raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Say what now?"
Tap. Tap.
Richard tapped his desk.
He sighed. "Touch my hand. I hate chit-chat."
"Oh, okay…" Zun replied, placing his hand on Richard's.
His body distorted—space bending around him.
Light and dark merged like liquid.
Time stopped. Zun floated in space.
No ground beneath his feet—only a dead void filled his view.
"What the fuck is this?"
Swooooshhhh!
A giant hand appeared right in front of him.
"Woahh! Holy shit!"
Text appeared, written on its palm:
**Ο αληθινός δημιουργός φυλακίστηκε από τις εξωτερικές θεότητες από ζήλια επειδή δημιούργησε έναν τέλειο κόσμο, τώρα κοροϊδεύουν αυτόν τον κόσμο αντικαθιστώντας τον ήλιο με ένα λουλούδι και καταριούνται τους ανθρώπους τη νύχτα.**
(The true creator was imprisoned by the outer deities out of jealousy for creating a perfect world. Now, they mock this world by replacing the sun with a flower—and cursing people at night.)
"True creator!? Replacing the sun with a flower!? And deities? Fuck—this is hella confusing!"
Zun shouted, becoming more and more disoriented.
"Hey Richard, can you bring me back now?" he shouted.
But no reply came.
Only silence from the endless space.
The giant hand vanished without a trace.
Zun's expression turned serious.
"This isn't funny at all. Hey!!"
Swishhh! Swishhh!
"What's that?" Zun turned toward the sound behind him.
As he spun around, his eyes widened.
A black cube floated before him, sparkling with yellow ash.
"What the fuck!?"
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To be continued…