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Chapter 36: Natural enemies

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Chapter 36: Natural enemies

Silence filled the vast, empty space as Arora stared at the primordial, disbelief etched across her face.

"I'm...sorry?" She said, her tone showing obvious confusion.

"You want me to kill someone?..." Arora asked, her apprehension of the being in front of her returning.

"I can't do that... I'm not a killer"

The primordial remained still for several moments, his obscured face giving away no emotion.

{𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’‚π’π’“π’†π’‚π’…π’š π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’…. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’†π’π’•π’Šπ’“π’† π’π’Šπ’‡π’†, π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’ƒπ’Šπ’“π’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑨𝒔 𝒐𝒇 π’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’π’π’˜ π’šπ’π’– 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• π’Šπ’• π’•π’‚π’Œπ’†π’” 𝒕𝒐 π’‡π’–π’π’‡π’Šπ’π’ π’Žπ’š 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏.}

The Primordial waved his hand casually, as dozens of images materialized in the space surrounding them.

Arora gasped, spinning slowly as she took in all of them. She had already understood that this being in front of her was a Primordial entity, but watching him do something like this casually was a surreal experience for her.

{π‘»π’‚π’Œπ’† 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’π’π’π’Œ 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂. π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’† π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’Šπ’π’ π’“π’†π’Šπ’π’„π’‚π’“π’π’‚π’•π’†π’… π’Šπ’π’•π’ 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏}

The images suddenly sprang to life, each one playing out different scenes from a universe entirely different from her own. Her attention was immediately drawn to one particular vision.

In it, a blind man was being dragged forcibly toward a strange looking podium by two humanoid creatures dressed in what she guessed was strange military outfits.

The man had brown hair similar to her own, and peculiar yellow eyes that seemed clouded. The most interesting fact about him was that his skin was completely blue. It didn't look like something that could be simply painted on. She immediately guessed that the man was probably not human, he only looked similar. Until this moment, Arora hadn't truly considered what other races might exist in her new universe. The realization that humans might not even be the dominant species sent a chill through her.

The blue man was forced to his knees atop the podium, facing a vast crowd of beings. Some resembling humans with varying skin colors, others clearly alien in nature.

After a while, a figure dressed in an elaborate, and more intimidating version of the guards uniforms ascended the platform to stand beside the blue man. This one had metallic silver skin and blonde hair that didn't seem to fit.

"Today, my good people from across the Noah-38 galaxy," the silver man announced, his voice carrying across the crowd with ease somehow. "we are gathered here to punish a traitor of unimaginable proportions." His face contorted with revulsion as he turned toward the kneeling blue man.

"This Mornan you see before you has committed the unforgivable crime of harboring a Reincarnator."

The few members of the crowd that weren't already aware of why they were asked to come there gasped audibly. Arora noticed the camera-like structures surrounding the podium. She guessed that this event was probably being broadcast across the entire galaxy like he said.

She frowned, unable to comprehend what could make "harboring a Reincarnator" such a heinous crime. after all, she was about to become one herself.

The blue man coughed weakly, his breathing labored from the obvious beating he'd endured from the guards transporting him.

"I...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "But he...he was just a child. I didn't think it was right to let him die when he hadn't done anything yeβ€”"

WHACK!

The silver man's foot connected with the prisoner's face with such force that the blue man was sent sprawling backward, fresh blood spattering across the platform. The crowd remained silent at the scene.

"You're right," the silver man sneered, his voice filled with contempt.

"You didn't think."

The silver man said as he walked over to the blue man. "You didn't think about the countless people Reincarnators have slaughtered over thousands of years. You didn't think about the innocent lives you were putting in danger."

"With inhuman strength, he seized the blue man by the throat and hoisted him into the air as if he weighed nothing. "All you thought about was your false sense of morality. You've lived long enough to understand the danger Reincarnators pose to those of this universe."

A moment later the blue man began to struggle frantically as he felt his entire body heating up as he slowly burnt alive.

"Ahhhhhh" The blue man shouted in agony as he tried to free himself in vain.

Arora watched in horror, her hands covering her mouth to stifle her own scream. What disturbed her almost as much as the execution itself was the crowd's reaction to the blue man's fate.

"They're killing him!" she shouted, her eyes wide with disbelief. "They're burning him alive for helping a child!"

Finally, the silver man released his grip, allowing the blackened, lifeless body to crumple to the ground. He turned to address the crowd, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority.

"Judgment has been passed. You have all been summoned to witness this execution as a warning to each and every citizen of Noah-38. Reincarnators cannot be trusted. Willingly allowing one into your home means you have betrayed your Universe, and your life has become forfeit."

The scene froze abruptly as Arora slowly looked over to the primordial.

{𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’Š π’”π’‰π’π’˜ π’šπ’π’– π’Žπ’π’“π’†?} He asked simply.

"N-no, please no," Arora stammered, her face pale. "I've seen enough. That... that was monstrous."

After several moments, she looked up at the Primordial with confusion and fear in her eyes.

"Why? Why did they kill that man just for helping a child?"

The primordial waved again as all the images disappeared one by one.

{π‘Ίπ’Šπ’Žπ’‘π’π’†. 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’… 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 π‘Ήπ’†π’Šπ’π’„π’‚π’“π’π’‚π’•π’π’“. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’†, π‘Ήπ’†π’Šπ’π’„π’‚π’“π’π’‚π’•π’π’“π’” 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 π’…π’π’˜π’ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’”π’Šπ’Žπ’‘π’π’š π’†π’™π’Šπ’”π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ.}

{π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Šπ’” π’‘π’‚π’“π’•π’π’š π’Žπ’š 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕. π’Š π’…π’Šπ’… 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’‘π’“π’π’—π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓 π’ˆπ’–π’Šπ’…π’‚π’π’„π’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’Šπ’“π’”π’• π‘Ήπ’†π’Šπ’π’„π’‚π’“π’π’‚π’•π’π’“π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 π’šπ’†π’‚π’“π’” π’‚π’ˆπ’, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’•π’‰π’†π’Šπ’“ π’‚π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” 𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’”π’Šπ’•π’–π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’. 𝑰𝒕 π’Šπ’” 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 π’‘π’‚π’“π’•π’π’š 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’„π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’›π’†π’π’” 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’† π’ƒπ’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 π’‡π’“π’π’Ž 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 π’Šπ’•π’”π’†π’π’‡. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’†π’Šπ’“ 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.}

Arora hesitated, her mind racing through the implications. Finally she asked a question she wanted to know desperately.

"Can't you reincarnate me into a nicer universe? Or send me back to my original one?"

The primordial shook his head slowly

{𝑰'π’Ž π’”π’π’“π’“π’š, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’” π’Šπ’Žπ’‘π’π’”π’”π’Šπ’ƒπ’π’†. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 π’‚π’π’“π’†π’‚π’…π’š 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’‘π’†π’“π’Žπ’‚π’π’†π’π’•π’π’š 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’†. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 π’ƒπ’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 π’Šπ’” π’‚π’π’“π’†π’‚π’…π’š π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’π’”π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 π’‡π’π’π’˜ 𝒐𝒇 π’†π’™π’Šπ’”π’•π’†π’π’„π’†. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, π’Š π’‚π’Ž π’Žπ’†π’”π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’π’‚π’˜π’” π’Š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’„π’π’Žπ’‘π’π’†π’•π’†π’π’š 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Žπ’šπ’”π’†π’π’‡. π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’† π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’π’π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’Š π’‚π’Ž 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’‚π’‡π’‡π’†π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒔𝒐 π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰, 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 π’„π’†π’“π’•π’‚π’Šπ’ π’„π’Šπ’“π’„π’–π’Žπ’”π’•π’‚π’π’„π’†π’”}

Arora's expression fell. This was truly her only option.

{π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Šπ’” π’˜π’‰π’š π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’‘π’†π’“π’”π’π’π’‚π’π’Šπ’•π’š π’Žπ’–π’”π’• π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’† π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’Šπ’”π’‰ 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’–π’“π’—π’Šπ’—π’†. 𝑰𝒏 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’†, π’Žπ’†π’“π’„π’š π’Šπ’” 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 π’Žπ’Šπ’”π’•π’‚π’Œπ’†π’ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’˜π’†π’‚π’Œπ’π’†π’”π’”, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’†π’‚π’Œπ’π’†π’”π’” π’Šπ’” π’“π’‚π’“π’†π’π’š 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 π’Žπ’–π’”π’• 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑 𝒂 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’„π’π’Žπ’† π’π’‚π’•π’–π’“π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’šπ’π’–.}

Several minutes of silence passed as the Primordial allowed her to contemplate her future.

After a while, the primordial read her mind and sighed inwardly.

Arora finally made her decision as she bowed deeply.

"Thank you... for telling me all this. And again, thank you for offering me a new life."

She straightened as she stared at the Primordial with a resolute expression.

"....But I'm not a killer. I don't think I can ever become a killer, it's not in my nature. Please forgive me. I completely understand if you decide to change your mind because of this. I'm grateful for the opportunity regardless."

The primordial remained silent for a few moments, his expression unreadable.

Eventually he simply waved his hand as he tore open a portal in the fabric of reality, leading directly to the Rendes universe.

{𝑨𝒔 π’Š 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 π’šπ’π’– 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 π’‚π’π’“π’†π’‚π’…π’š π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… π’Š π’˜π’‚π’” π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’“π’†π’Šπ’π’„π’‚π’“π’π’‚π’•π’† π’šπ’π’–, 𝒔𝒐 π’Š π’˜π’Šπ’π’. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’π’π’„π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ π’˜π’π’'𝒕 π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†, π’Šπ’• π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Žπ’† 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’•π’‚π’“π’ˆπ’†π’• π’Š π’‚π’”π’Œπ’†π’… π’šπ’π’– 𝒕𝒐 π’†π’π’Šπ’Žπ’Šπ’π’‚π’•π’†. π’Š 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 π’šπ’π’– π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’† π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’Žπ’Šπ’π’… 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’…π’‚π’š.}

{𝑰𝒇 π’šπ’π’– 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 π’π’Œπ’‚π’š 𝒕𝒐𝒐.}

Arora gazed at the portal with wide eyes, before turning back to the Primordial one last time.

"I'll never forget what you've done for me! If there's something else I can do for you in the future, I will."

A thought suddenly struck her, as she continued. "Maybe I can try ending the feud between Reincarnators and the people of that universe? I would like to do my best in that regard."

{π’‰π’Žπ’Ž, π’Žπ’‚π’šπ’ƒπ’† π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏} The Primordial responded, his tone carrying an unreadable emotion as he watched Arora step through the portal.

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