( Void Prison )
The soul stared blankly at Omega, who stood beside the Crown.
Confusion twisted his features as he spoke.
"I heard your story… but I don't understand what it has to do with me. Now, can you tell me—who is the source of my torment?"
Omega chuckled, his voice low and amused.
"You say it has nothing to do with you? Let me put it simply, then."
He took a step forward, shadows curling around his feet.
"That story was the origin of O—and how he first met Alpha."
The soul's brow furrowed.
"Then what's my connection to them?"
Omega raised his right hand.
"One of them, you took his gift."
He raised his left.
"And the other... is the very source of your torment."
Frustration boiled in the soul's voice as he stood.
"Enough with your riddles. No more games."
Omega smirked.
"As you wish. Then let's begin with O."
His tone grew more serious as he spoke, as if reciting something ancient.
"O is a unique being—perhaps the only one—who could reincarnate across worlds without end. Each time, he retained his memories, growing stronger with every life. No matter the world, he always rose to the top."
"But after a certain event... O lost everything. His power. His legacy. And most importantly, his gift. That gift was passed on—to you."
The soul blinked, stunned. Omega continued.
"Unlike O, however, you don't remember your past lives. And that's because I sealed your memories... to protect you."
A silence fell.
The soul processed this revelation, then spoke.
"So… you mean I've lived hundreds of lives—like O—but I remember none of them?"
Omega nodded.
"Exactly"
mockingly slapping his forehead, he said.
"And I forgot to release your memories—oops".
"Well... better late than never."
Dark crimson energy began to swirl around the soul, thick and suffocating.
The same voice that had once commanded him to forget now whispered the opposite.
"Remember… who you are, Amadeus."
Memories surged like a flood—of joy, laughter, sorrow, and despair. A family. A home. Love—and the agony of losing it all.
The soul collapsed to his knees, bracing himself with trembling hands.
"Father… Mother… Brother… Sister…" he whispered. "I lost them all."
Omega's tone held no sympathy.
"No need to mourn them. You've had many families like that—in countless lives."
He paused, his eyes glinting.
"Now... for the rest."
Dark crimson energy flared once more, wrapping around the soul like a burning cloak.
"Remember who you are… Knight."
He stood on a battlefield, clad in armor, a sword in hand.
His body moved without his will—commanding soldiers, cutting down foes, piercing through enemy lines like a force of nature.
He decapitated the enemy leader, raising his sword in victory.
"Remember who you are… Noble."
He stood in a grand hall, the center of high society.
he charmed and manipulated nobles into deals—military, political, economic. With careful maneuvering, he cornered them into agreement.
A butler whispered in his ear.
"The King has accepted your demands."
A satisfied smile curled his lips.
"Remember who you are… Mage."
He sat in a vast mage tower library, ancient tomes surrounding him.
As the keeper of knowledge, he studied obsessively, though easily startled by the smallest noise.
Still, he aided those who sought wisdom, guiding them through the labyrinth of knowledge.
"Remember who you are… Assassin."
Silent as a shadow, he moved through a heavily guarded castle, killing without a trace.
None survived—save for his target.
When the man finally arrived, he stumbled over the corpses of his household, eyes wide with horror.
The assassin ended him with a single strike.
"Remember who you are… Slave."
He was wealthy beyond measure, gold and jewels overflowing from carriages outside his manor.
The most powerful merchant in the world. His influence stretched across nations.
"Remember who you are… Bagger."
He had a prosthetic arm and leg of intricate steampunk design.
In his workshop, his apprentice excitedly showed him a nearly completed masterpiece—a massive mechanical suit built for construction… and war.
Still, the inventor's expression remained cold, distant, detached—his apprentice clearly used to his negative thinking.
As the crimson energy dissipated, the soul collapsed again, gasping.
His body trembled. His mind reeled.
He could barely lift his head—his memories crashing against each other, his identity torn and reforged in real time.
Omega stepped forward, arms crossed, looking down at him.
"Now... do you remember who you are?".
Suddenly, as Omega's voice faded, the world around the soul began to shift.
( The Memory Domain )
There, the six memories stood like silent echoes of past lives.
The soul remained on the ground.
The mage knelt beside him, eyes filled with worry.
the mage asked nervously.
"Will he really remember everything… like that scary dark man said?"
The noble, standing tall beside the soul, answered.
"I don't think so. If we're still here, that means he hasn't remembered everything yet."
Suddenly, the soul lifted his head and looked directly at the mage.
The mage blinked, confused.
"If only he could see or hear us…"
the soul said.
"I can,"
All six memories froze in shock.
The mage screamed and bolted, hiding behind the others.
The noble raised an intrigued eyebrow.
"Interesting. So that's what he meant by 'release your memories.'"
The pain in the soul's head finally subsided. He sat upright, still dazed.
he asked.
"And who are you?"
The noble stepped forward.
"First, tell me—what do you remember?"
The soul eyed him warily.
"And why should I tell you that?"
The assassin chuckled from the shadows.
"Good. It seems my paranoia wasn't wasted."
The noble said.
"You really don't know who we are? Think harder."
The soul focusing. Bit by bit, fragments returned.
He pointed at each figure in turn.
"You… you're the noble. The manipulative genius."
The noble smirked.
"Well, you're flattering me."
He pointed to another.
"You're the assassin. The ruthless killer."
The assassin replied.
"I prefer the term professional."
He pointed to another.
"You're the bagger… the depressed mechanic."
The bagger remained silent.
He pointed to another.
"You're the slave—the richest merchant in the world."
The slave shrugged.
"Didn't care much about the money. But thanks for noticing."
Then, pointing to the one hiding behind the others.
"You're the mage. The scared librarian of the mage tower."
From the back, the mage shouted.
"I'm not scared! Just… cautious!"
Finally, he turned to the armored figure.
"And you… you're the knight. The warlord."
The knight frowned.
"Warlords conquer. I fought to protect."
With that, the soul had identified them all. And now… it was his turn to speak.