BP4L's Collection of Toaru Works

SYSTEM. Pt 2.

How y'all doin'? I'm tired. Hungry and thirsty, mostly just tired. Was listening to Britney Spears when i wrote this back then, so don't be surprised when it got weird real frickin' quick.

Please do enjoy the fruit of my labour!

^8^

179 minutes in.

According to the scientists, his AIM Field had quadrupled in its potency. But has yet to reach its intended scale. They told him it should take a short amount of time. 1 full day for his AIM Field to increase at full force.

To reach Level 6, one must reach 3 goals.

1 is to refine their brain capabilities to the point of an absolute state where it can handle trillions of calculations. Constantly. Be in while sleeping or awake.

2 is to have an AIM Field extremely potent as to make sure their Personal Reality stays stable. If not, it will result in an explosion, changing the nature of their AIM Field into an energy and releasing it.

And 3, is to have the brain extremely active. It is believed that the Personal Reality is affected by its wielder's hormone levels. Reacting wildly to it, where in some cases, it completely changes the nature of science itself.

Accelerator has 2 out of 3 covered. The last one he has no idea how to achieve. But he is already physically and mentally exhausted, as it had only been less than 12 hours since he had fought the last of the clones.

He allows himself to sink into the comfort of his sleep, until he is encased in deep slumber, laying still within the comfort of his dimly lit room.

The darkness is fleeting. The lights from the outside world trickled through the small gap in the window. The sound of an early morning pierced activities through the stillness of the room.

His mind reeled back to the battle he had just won. Gore and more gore.

The stench of decay now washed over his nostrils, in the midst of the fast paced life he's lived, with the thought of his pathetic life.

His mind flickered with memories of everything that he has done wrong with everything he has done right, until it hit him. It always hits him when he sleeps, and it's always way too late.

His sight drifted into the distance. He could only see a little bit, like a second into his immediate past.

The transition from a piece of his mind to the first person's view, slowly ticked down.

It never completes, never once showed him everything. As if his mind wanted him to forget what it was.

To block out the painful transition of the past.

The first person's view wasn't even his.

There were many versions of the same story, but they had very different perspectives and experiences.

They had different objectives, and different wants, they had different lives and different endings.

All of them, however, had the same goal...

'To ki-'

Suddenly, something strange occurs.

He feels things around him, as if he was part of it. His awareness spreads wider, through the concrete, down and onto the street. He feels the feets of passersby and kids running across the street. Cars moving, feeling precisely how fast it's going, its mass, it's friction. Webs of invisible vectors littering the air up high, all connected from ground-level to the outer part of our solar system. Electricity, gas, water, distributed throughout the city. An incredibly powerful figure residing in District 7. Everything.