Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

C4: Chaos or Order - The 1st Random World! (2)

Kai was in a conundrum.

For all he knew, killing could restore Order, as much as saving, like a flutter of butterfly wings could cause Chaos.

What to do now? Kai asked himself. Just as he finished reading the notifications, the vanished mission returned by its side.

Both missions flashed, luring his eyes towards them, like the bait of a wild beast, and Kai dared not bet his future on a wild guess.

This choice would dictate his future; his end if he were to be wrong.

Kai closed his eyes.

Scenes after scenes raced by his mind, like a blurry photo reel. Most of it was blood and pain. The rest was claimed by unending screams, and hidden in the gaps were events of Kai trying to deceive others, using them, manipulating them.

I am a loner, yes, but without the people surrounding me, I am not truly alone, Kai realized. Only when there is Order, there can be Chaos.

Kai's eyes opened, the doubts were gone, hesitations, if any, erased. He knew what his choice was, or he had always known what it would be.

"I choose to assist Thunder Faction in saving the life of Beedle the Bard."

As soon as he spoke, the mission to kill faded, diffusing into the room's space, leaving behind its counterpart to take the center-stage.

Kai waited for more words to appear to show the results of his well-thought choice. But dizziness hit him sooner than that, rocking his mind to the gates of darkness.

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When vision returned to him, he found himself in a small room.

He was laying still on a bed and the roof above was soggy wood. Then the smell hit him, damp and a touch of rot mixed in.

Kai sat up and noticed there were clothes on him, unlike before. A short coat over loose pants. They were old, just by the appearance, and torn from the seams.

Servant? Kai passively guessed. He stood up and looked around. There weren't many things in the room. Including the bed, there was a table, a stool, and a closet, its handle all gone leaving a wooden stump.

With brisk steps, Kai stepped to the table.

A few yellowish papers were laid there, their texture felt like rough flaky skin when Kai touched it.

Parchments, he recognized. Kai had read about them in one of his home lessons.

Besides the parchments was a bottle of black ink, a cork dug deep in its mouth. Placed behind the ink-bottle was a quill, its nib blackened, and red-brownish feathers at the other end.

Now what? Kai thought.

The quill answered his thoughts.

It lifted by itself. The cork over the ink-bottle popped out gently. As the quill dipped its nib in the mass of liquid blackness, a parchment left its restive post and hovered at Kai's eye level over the table.

Magic!

Kai's eyes shone with an unmatched brightness. Even in his previous world, there was only technology and death. All strange things had only one origin, Oxycron, the virus. If there was anything worthy to call magic in his world, then that was harnessing the blood essence of a beast.

Kai straightened his back and eyed the quill kissing the parchment. Held by a force, he knew nothing about, it wrote in beautiful cursive writing:

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