The blade was buried in her chest. Amane didn't scream. No sound, no tears were present during her last second in this world.
Only a deep breath escaped her lips like a sigh of deliverance, but deep down, regret was also certain in the few seconds before the act. The sword pierced through flesh and bone; a strange heat spread through her body, then vanished—replaced almost immediately by the cold of an inevitable end.
But this end could not come. This inevitable end, however...
Something started happening to her body, a shiver that was slight at first had developed and then began to become more and more intense.
A dull beat as if this song came from a whole other world separated by walls. Suddenly, a swirling purple mist burst out from the necklace around her neck, raging around her body. White flames followed from the sword, spiraling in the opposite direction.
The sword vibrated with palpable intensity, and the necklace glowed with a blinding light. Her body lifted a few inches into the air, as if she were being presented to something greater.
The two opposing energies, one divine and the other demonic, merge with her in the midst of this phenomenon.
Darkness sank into her flesh as light enveloped her soul—yet no sign of resurrection appeared. Her soul was still lost.
What happened then?
Instead the necklace began to vibrate and the purple aura reappeared not around her body but in front of her this time.
A figure formed in front of her, he had an almost human appearance but his pale silver-grey skin said something else. His black hair fell to the nape of his neck, his eyes were filled with a deep purple, but in his gaze there was a sadness.
Horns stood out on his forehead and his aura was imposing yet accompanied by a worry.
He knelt on one knee, head lowered, then slowly raised his gaze to her. "Please, allow me," he said. These words were coated with solicitude and undeniable respect, as if he had finally found what he had been searching for all along — a being worthy of his allegiance.
He pointed at the sword that was still in his chest, then the sword engulfed itself in purple energy and began to move. The sword lifted itself from Amane's body and floated into the air, he swung the sword back just by moving his hand.
While reciting an incantation, a gigantic purple magic circle appeared under Amane's body, she began to float in the air but this time higher than the first time.
Her hair began to flutter and a blinding light imposed itself on the circle, the man continued without stopping his long and ancient incantations.
Then Amane's body gently landed on the ground, her pierced chest reconstituted itself.
Her eyes slowly opened, glowing with a majestic light — a vivid red so intense the world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Her gaze was directed towards the imperceptible ceiling of the room. She then sat down, looking at her hand. "I... am alive." she said, lost in the situation.
"My most humble respects, oh goddess." said the horned man, kneeling as a vassal.
Amane looked away, unperturbed by this presence. "But who is he? With his horns, I think he's a demon." she wondered, looking at him as he lowered his eyes to the ground.
She stood up thinking, "What the hell happened in the end?" she thought, then when she finally opened her mouth to speak, "Tell me what happened — now, you inferior being." she said, her gaze dominant, piercing and threatening, with an oppressive and invisible pressure forming in the room.
For a moment, there was only stillness — the kind that follows storms or prayers left unanswered. The light of the magic circle faded, leaving behind a faint afterglow on the cold floor. Amane blinked, her chest rising and falling, unsure if what she felt was relief or emptiness. The silence was almost comforting.
And then, the absurdity of it all struck her.
"Damn it, why am I talking like this?" she thought, troubled, though her outward expression remained commanding. She reflected dominance and mastery herself but her mind was still lost.
The horned man felt this absolute pressure yet he was blown away by this power. He didn't raise his head but said, "Let me introduce myself. I am the Demon King Vel'krath." then he continued, clutching the earth under his hands, beginning to no longer bear this presence. "I am only a fraction of my true power, I lead the demonic army."
"Well, if you understand, he would be our enemy." she understood in her thoughts "No actually everything is getting even more blurry and why can't I speak normally."
"I brought you back to life with a skill. I couldn't bring myself to lose you." he said respectfully. Even though this pressure weighed on him, he always behaved politely.
"Oh... so you're the one who revived me." A faint, arrogant smile curved her lips as the oppressive aura faded. "You can get up, but don't think I trust you," she said, walking towards the closed door.
He stood up and purple mists began to emerge from him."I don't have much time left, this soul will soon disappear." he announced, raising his head.
"My wish is to serve you. The demonic army is at your disposal," he announced solemnly.
She then looked at him with a serious face. "I expected no less, so my questions will have to wait."
"Excuse me," he said. "I will send a vassal to assist you." were his last words before he was swept away by the mist as if the darkness had swallowed him.
She fell to her knees with a long sigh of relief. Her face looked tired, her eyes filled with confusion.
"What the hell was the demon king doing here? And why am I speaking so arrogantly? And what's this about a goddess!? I straight up told the Demon King he was an 'inferior being!'" Questions flooded her mind. It wasn't a normal encounter, but rather something written beyond fate itself — a path that belonged to her alone. No, fate had nothing to do with it; it was a unique path.
"But yes, there is still my system." she said to herself, raising her head, she thought that perhaps some of her questions would be answered there.
[Current status – Divine Evolution System]
[Name: Amane Seiren]
[Race: Demi-Goddess]
[Class: Divine Creator and Evolver ]
[Level: 1]
[HP: 100/100]
[MP: ∞/200]
[Strength: 6]
[Agility: 7]
[Endurance: 4]
[Magic: 0]
[Luck: 1]
[Unique Skill: [Divine writer – Lv. 1] — Ability to write and rewrite any skill into the status board, and alter their levels]
[State: Abnormal]
[Potential: infinity]
[Additional skill – none]
Below the system was a keyboard like you would normally see on a cell phone.
"But... what is this... madness?" she muttered, staring at the screen, mouth agape. "Why am I getting carried away actually, I just had a chat with the default final boss in games." She looked ahead and a lost smile forced itself on her face, she didn't even understand her own words anymore.
Notifications flooded in front of her like the system form but just saying what she had gotten.
[level limiter – broken]
[level change – obtained]
[skill creation – obtained]
[system manipulation – obtained]
"Aah... my depressing life really went to hell," she muttered, then added in a whisper, "Strange… I don't feel sad at all."
Then, with a faint smile of wonder, she thought, "Maybe it's time for a fresh start... Isn't it, Yukihira?"