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Who is Aether? Wasn’t he Leonardo just a while ago? No way… the Museum, him? He can’t survive in there. The number of beings and phenomena are absurd. A mere miner couldn’t possibly—

From Leonardo to Aether, he is now a tour guide. Knock. Wake up. He is here to guide you, from the highest realm to the lowest era. He knows every hole, every cult, nothing too small or too hidden in a realm brimming with mysteries. His story—his original story—has brought together hundreds of races.

His vision awakening in the Museum, his eyes shining as bright as stars upon opening them—was it heaven at first? It’s more like hell now. He’s diverged from his original path, now fully entangled in the Museum, no longer just an era, a mere thought, or a simple story.

He is a practical officer among the five tour guides.

The eras continue to form, the copies continue shaping concepts, and the sages continue to watch over 21 realms. But his story has only just begun. From floor to floor, wonder to wonder—he is lucky to be the son.

From the brightest city to the farthest reaches of the 20th realm, evolution, an impediment to the term "growth," this is Aether. Your, yes, your, uninvited guest.


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Museum Of Narratives

After a minute of tense silence, Aether was the first to step into the ring, cracking his knuckles with a smirk. The small gesture sent a ripple of confidence through the others.

"Alright then," he muttered, glancing at Anna, who remained beside him. "Mind explaining the exact difference between Rank 1 and Rank 2?"

Anna exhaled softly, lifting her hands as she spoke. "Father always compared it to a crash. A Rank 1 is like a bicycle hitting a boy—the boy being the realm itself."

Across from them, Mirkaos crouched low, his claws digging into the ground. His lips curled back, revealing sharp fangs.

"And Rank 2?" Aether asked, shifting into an unsteady boxing stance—more instinct than form.

Anna's voice grew quieter, her breathing heavier. "A right star exploding at the boy's feet."

Aether let out a short laugh, sweat already trailing down his back. "I've stood in the face of a right star explosion before. I think I can handle this."

The Rebel’s Calculus