SS1 EP3 The rebirth in another universe.

Wow, such a cute box," he said, his voice filled with curiosity. His thoughts raced, his desire to understand what this thing was surging through him, but as much as he wanted to move closer, his body remained still, uncooperative, as if a force beyond him kept him rooted in place.

Upon hearing the student's words, the cube vibrated with joyful energy, its form shaking in delighted response. Its smile widened, and its eyes sparkled with a playful, innocent gleam.

"Wow, really? I'm so cute?" the cube replied, its voice bubbling with excitement. It shifted slightly, a magical sturgeon-blue aura emanating around its shape as it leaned toward him with an endearing motion.

Upon hearing the student's sarcastic tone, the cube's lips curled into a frown, its eyes narrowing ever slightly. It paused for a moment before responding.

"Owwww, that's pitiful, but sorry~ you can't move, and i can't help you ^u^," the cube said, its tone soft but teasing.

The student let out a deep sigh, taken aback by the cube unexpected roast. He braced himself for the cube's next words, which might just shift his perspective a little.

"And the other multiverses summoned you due to the significant role you must play," the cube continued, its voice still carrying that cute, soft tone, but now laced with seriousness.

As it spoke, the cube spun around the student's head, floating gracefully amidst the empty vacuum, explaining the crucial matters at hand.

Upon hearing the cube's words, the student let out a laugh, his tone dripping with ridicule as he dismissed the cube's claims.

"Ha ha ha, did you lose your mind? The multiverse is just a bedtime story," he scoffed, a smirk curling on his lips, his gaze filled with disdain.

"Every scientist says the universe is the biggest thing there is. Stop pretending you're living in some fantasy world and get back to reality."

"No, it's true. The higher power sent me to guide you—to protect our multiverse," the cube said, its voice trembling. Its sweet, sparkling eyes glowed as it spoke, the tone shifting to one of pleading as it sobbed, surrounded by the vast emptiness of the white void.

But the student remained unmoved, his skepticism unshaken. He sighed, his mocking tone cutting through the stillness of the endless vacuum.

"Blah blah blah, 'I'm a hero,' the fantasy world needs me. Yeah, yeah, 'I love you, our hero.' That's so cringe, it's making me nauseous."

The cube was shocked, unsure how to deal with someone like this. After a brief moment of hesitation, it made an offer.

"Fine," it said, its voice strained. "If I can change your mind, you'll owe my goddess a difficult task when you're ready."

"Of course!" the student retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Because I'm always 'not ready,' and you're just delusional."

The cube, once filled with sweetness, now transformed. Its playful tone was replaced by something far more irritable. The cute eyes and playful demeanor were gone. Frustration overtook its face, turning its sturgeon-blue hue into a deep, furious red. Its teeth clenched tightly, as if it were ready to wipe the student from existence.

"How dare you disrespect a higher power?!" the cube shouted, its voice booming with anger.

"Louder, you little cube!" the student taunted, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Do you know? Anger makes people stupid, frustration makes them mad."

The student continued mocking it, wearing an annoying gaze and a smug smile.

Without warning, the cube charged at the student, delivering three swift slaps.

"One is for making me dirty!" "Two is for calling me delusional!"

"And three..."

The cube took a deep breath before continuing,

"is for ignoring the faith of the universe!!!"

A glowing hand materialized beside the cube, its fingers stretching out to slap the student's face. The sharp crack of the slap echoed across the vast wasteland. The cube's breath quickened, swallowing hard as it tried to regain its composure.

But the student remained unfazed, his mocking tone still ringing out as he sought momentary satisfaction. "Oh, mom, I'm in pain!!! Please call the ambulance~~" His voice dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

After the mockery, the cube took a deep breath, the gravity of the moment settling in. The man before it—chosen by heaven, destined to be the hero. The universe, in chaos, its eternal conflict tormenting all. This was no time for petty quarrels.

The cube's red face gradually faded back to its usual sturgeon-blue. Its breath, once short and strained, was now laden with sorrow. It sighed deeply, turning its gaze toward the white cottage of emptiness—a desolate place with only the man and the cube standing there.

"I'm sorry," the cube spoke quietly, its voice softened by the weight of its realization. "I understand you might not believe me now, but... can I show you something?"

"Go ahead," the student said, pausing for a moment, waiting for the show to begin.

"Alright," the cube mumbled, taking a deep breath before snapping its fingers. The sound echoed through the vast emptiness, shattering the stillness of the void.

The student felt a surge of energy around him, his heart pounding faintly in his chest. His eyes locked onto the cube's glowing, magical hand, his mind overwhelmed by curiosity—but there was something more, a strange unease tugging at the back of his thoughts. The universe was in turmoil, and despite his mockery, a part of him knew that this wasn't just a game.

"What's actually happening?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, the weight of the moment creeping in.

The vast white canvas before them began to swirl, colors—several shades of vibrant hues—radiating out into the vacuum. It felt like the air itself was alive, pulsing with magic. The student instinctively stepped back, his mind racing.

"This isn't a film... this is a shattered reality," the cube's voice softened, its words reverberating through the space, each one laced with a deep sorrow. "This is the true cost of chaos."

Suddenly, the void began to tear open, and the student saw glimpses of suffering—people trapped in the chaos of the universe, worlds crumbling, civilizations collapsing. Reality itself seemed to unravel, revealing the torment that spanned across existence. A pang of guilt flashed through the student—his mocking had only belittled the stakes, and now he felt the weight of it all.

He could no longer look away. The suffering was no longer distant or abstract. It was real, and it was happening everywhere.

The show isn't over yet, the cube muttered, its softened voice lingering in his mind.

The student blinked, confusion gripping tightly at his mind as the words of the cube reverberated through the vast emptiness.

"What's... what do you mean?" he muttered, his voice mix of disbelief and fear.

The colors twisted and swirled again, and the calm vacuum of space suddenly tightened, filled with an unusual energy that seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality. And then—

In another dimension, where people suffered in torment:

The war between the angelic forces and the nine monarchs raged on, destructive and unrelenting. The red dust of eternal warfare filled the air, swirling into shapes that spelled out one word:

"Peace No, War."

Beneath the cursed sky, the innocent civilians of a planet turned into a battleground stood helpless, overwhelmed by a crushing, eternal fear. The screams of agony echoed endlessly in the open air, and the hope of survival seemed like a foolish idea. The war had taken too much—leaving only broken bodies and shattered spirits in its wake.

In a quiet corner, children huddled together, forming a circle. With trembling hands, they recited ancient poems, not to remember the beauty of their world, but to give themselves the illusion that peace could still exist. They clung to the false hope that life could somehow be worth living in such a fractured reality.

"This world was filled with smiles. People lived together in harmony. The plants and food were abundant... maybe it could last forever," they whispered, their voices quivering through the tears of despair.

Around them, other voices rose in a tourment of agony. Some cursed the war that stole their loved ones, others sought out the simplest ways to escape the carnage, praying for a hero—anyone—who might save them from their shattered existence.

The stark contrast between the student's confusion and the suffering unfolding in the other dimension becomes more apparent, hinting at a connection that could change the course of his fate.

The chaotic phenomenon, portrayed in the void of emptiness, stabbed his heart deeply.

The student, once mocking and treating it as a joke, was now overwhelmed by guilt for the thoughtless mockery he had made.

The cube, having noticed the hidden emotions of the man before it, filled with both weight of guilt and confusion, the student curled its lips into a frown. His gaze, now occupied by sadness. After that, the cube had rotated, the sturgeon-blue light flickering with each movement. It moved closer to him, intending to soothe him out.

"How do you feel, my chosen one?" it asked, its voice soft, carrying the warmth of its intentions.

"Sigh... It's hard to explain," the man said, his breath short as his eyes flickering toward the floating geometric shape beside him.

"Take it easy, I'm on your side," the cube reassured, its voice downed soft and soothing, along with its magical hand gently patting his back.

"Well... I can't even handle it. I can't handle the role." He paused, his breath faltering for a moment.

"I know the entire universe needs me to protect them from the inevitable fate... I'm always haunted by their pain and suffering." His voice trembled. "But in reality... I'm just a slice of the universe's dust."

The student lamented, clenching his fist before exhaled deeply, in the endlessness of the white canvas. Compared to the boundless cosmic, he was absolutely nothing more than a drifting atom, swallowed entirely by the infinite darkness.

"Trust in the higher power! They're generally right. ^U^" The cube soothed, making a gesture towards the student.

"But what if I fail? What if I can't protect the universe?" He paused for a brief moment.

"Will the universe... be destroyed?" He muttered, trying to pull his hand up to cover his eyes.

"Destroyed? Are you kidding me? The universe is more complex than you think." The cube's voice rose, questioning the student about his thoughts.

The student paused for a brief moment before continuing with his question.

"What about my mom's goal... she always wanted me to be the greatest scientist?"

The student spoke, his voice heavy with lament, the pang of missing his mother pressing deep in his chest, over and over again.

"Bro, stop thinking your life belongs to your mother. You have the right to chart your own path."

The cube soothed him again, yet unexpectedly, it made things worse.

"Right? I've never been able to choose my own life, not even... when I died."

The student said, his eyes fixed on the cube, as if wanting to say something more.

The cube, after noticing the student's expression, his eyes faint and filled with a death stare, sensed that the student might have made a sarcastic remark.

"We are the same—but the fate of the universe relies on your choice. Will you live an ordinary life, or will you save the universe? It's up to you," the cube said, its tone one of inquiry.

"Sigh, I don't care about the choice you give at all. No matter what I choose, you'll just nag me to pick the one you prefer. Fine, I'll save the universe," the student responded.

"Got it, I'll send you to rebirth,"

the cube said, its magical hand clenched tightly as it began to channel an unusual power to transport him to another universe.

The student felt himself overwhelmed by dizziness, the void around him glitching and shifting into two binary numbers. He glanced around in confusion, only to realize that he was dissolving into the emptiness itself.

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