Anomaly Chapter 254 – Timeless State [11]

I still struggled to believe what was happening—or rather, I simply didn’t know how I was supposed to react to my current situation. I was floating in the silent vacuum of space, while below Earth stretched out—round, bluish, and radiant, like a jewel suspended in the endless darkness. Thousands of thoughts crashed into each other in my mind all at once.

How exactly had I ended up here? Was that anomaly responsible? All I rember is her snapping her fingers and, in the blink of an eye, I was already here—lost among the stars, my thoughts tangled, a sense of unreality pressing against my chest. I hadn’t moved to get here, nor had I used any anomalous ability to transport myself from one place to another.

The feeling was strange, as if I’d always been at this point from the very beginning—even though that made no sense at all. The mory was still vivid in my mind: seconds ago I’d been in the park with Emily, Victor, and Laura when suddenly everything dissolved. Now, without any transition, without even a blink, I found myself here, suspended in space.

For that matter, I wasn’t suffocating, even while floating in the vacuum. Honestly, that wasn’t even all that surprising, since I don’t even have lungs—I’ve never needed to breathe, not once in my existence. And I’d always heard space was absurdly cold, cold enough to freeze soone solid within seconds.

I don’t know if that’s true or just a human exaggeration, but either way, I’m perfectly comfortable here. The cold doesn’t reach , the heat doesn’t affect ... it’s as if the void itself were tailor-made for .

(Well, putting that aside) I thought, letting out a brief sigh as I shrugged and let my gaze wander across the imnsity below . The Earth stretched out in the distance, almost unreal to my eyes, as if it were just a painting beneath my feet suspended in the void: (How exactly am I supposed to get back there now?)

Should I just try floating back? The idea seed ridiculous, but for a mont I considered it. I also thought about reaching into the world of shadows, like I usually do on Earth... but this is space.

Would it even work the sa way? If not, I’d probably end up trapped in so reference-less void, with no sense of up or down—if those directions even an anything here: (The risk is too high. Better not push my luck)

I turned the thought over for a while longer, but no truly useful idea ca to —at least, nothing involving my anomalous powers. I even thought of calling on my Alter Ego, but it was no use: I couldn’t summon him, couldn’t even feel his presence. It’s not as though our connection had been severed; I could clearly tell he was still inside .

But it was almost as if there were an invisible barrier—thick and impenetrable—separating us. The feeling was strange, suffocating. I had the impression that, on the other side, he didn’t even know the situation we were in right now—as if we were on different planes while sharing the sa body.

In the end, I realized I’d have to handle the situation on my own. I held my breath for a mont, forcing my mind to focus, then fixed my eyes on the bluish sphere below . It seed to pulse with life, majestic and distant, yet at the sa ti so close I could almost feel its gravity pulling back.

Confused ideas sprang up in my mind one after another, until one stood out with unsettling clarity: (If I get close enough to the atmosphere, I’ll be pulled back to Earth... right?)

The thought struck almost abruptly, like an unexpected spark in the middle of the void. If I wasn’t mistaken, it could really work. But one obstacle stood in my way: how, exactly, was I supposed to move in space?

Dozens of possibilities crossed my mind within seconds—so even seed plausible—but when I tried to picture them in action, none of them worked the way I wanted. In the end, after so reflection, one idea began to take shape in my mind.

It wasn’t necessary to waste energy trying to reach Earth directly; I only had to get close enough. Didn’t I have the perfect anomalous ability for a situation like this? More precisely, the last ability I’d acquired just a few days ago, still fresh in my mory and nearly untouched in its potential.

With that thought pounding in my head, I slowly turned. In front of lay only an ocean of darkness dotted with rare glimrs—tiny points of light shimring like scattered jewels across infinity. Behind , the familiar and comforting sight of Earth—a blue-and-white disk suspended in the void.

For a mont, as my eyes road the distant lights, I wondered how exactly I was going to pull this off. Honestly, since I’d obtained that ability, I’d only used it once before deciding to shelve it—at least until I learned to control it.

The reason? Simple. It’s probably the most destructive power I possess... and ironically the one I control the least right now. The last ti I tried to use it, back in my room, my sisters nearly beca unlucky victims of my accident.

Well, maybe “victims” is too strong a word, since according to them, all they felt was a mild tingling across their bodies—like warm water sliding over their skin, brushing them softly. Ironic, when you think about it, because at that sa mont everything in my room had been reduced to dust within seconds.

That ti, I hadn’t been able to focus the energy in one single point. It was as if it had erupted from in all directions at once, uncontrolled, like an inevitable explosion.

But is it really impossible to direct it? After all, it’s my own power... it makes no sense that I wouldn’t be able to shape it the way I want. With that thought in mind, I once again felt that unusual energy flowing through my body, just as vivid as the last ti I called upon that anomalous ability.

A subtle heat began to spread inside , as if my veins—veins that don’t even truly exist—were being pushed to their limit by so invisible current. In truth, it wasn’t really “through my veins,” but through every part of , as if my entire essence was being saturated by that force.

I rembered what had happened before: when the energy reached this stage, it simply couldn’t be contained anymore and burst out all at once, exploding in every direction like an uncontrollable wave. Back then, I didn’t think about how much energy there was or where it would exit.

I just wanted to release whatever was pulsing inside , without worrying about direction or control. This ti, though, it was different: as I stretched both hands forward, I pictured them as conduits—channels able to guide the flow that once erupted so chaotically.

It felt like the energy had finally found a defined path, shaped by my will. But even with this “channel” open for it to flow through, the hardest part was still forcing it there. It was like trying to funnel a raging river into a thin stream.

Next, I shut off all my external senses—sight, hearing, even the sense of the space around —plunging into absolute silence. I focused solely on the energy within , that force that kept expanding, vast and relentless, as if it had no limit, as if it could overflow at any mont.

Slowly, I began steering it toward my hands. The energy pulsed wildly, almost untamable, each spark trembling like it wanted to escape my control. Even so, despite its fierce resistance, I bent it to my will. It was my power, born within , and no one else could claim it.

After what felt like ages of concentration, I opened my eyes. In that instant, an intense, phosphorescent blue glow erupted from my body, wrapping like a living cloak of light, flickering and spreading through the air around .

The glow grew stronger by the second, pulsing as if my own body were about to shatter. At the critical mont—right before the energy could explode out of control in every direction—I forced it to converge entirely in my hands.

I felt the searing heat race down my arms, burning from the inside, and then, with a desperate push, I released everything at once. The discharge was overwhelming, like a thunderclap born from within . I poured every last fragnt of strength I had left—and it was enough to send plunging fast toward the earth.

Though my face stayed expressionless, every feature masking any emotion, inside I was blazing with euphoria: (It... worked!)

I wasn’t sure at what point I should stop propelling myself and let Earth’s atmosphere finish the job. So I kept firing bursts of nuclear energy from my hands, feeling the vibrant heat surge through like compressed shards of sunlight.

My plan was simple: stop the mont my body sensed any shift—a sign, a tug of gravity, any distinct feeling that told I could quit.

Of course, I didn’t expect that “sothing different” to hit so brutally—literally setting my skin on fire, like I was becoming part of the very blaze driving forward.

Suddenly, a hot sensation wrapped around , dense and suffocating, like an incandescent cocoon forming around my body. The heat wasn’t just tolerable—it burned, vibrated, like every particle of air was in flas.

To my shock, I realized my body was literally igniting, sparks and flas breaking from my skin as if I were a teor tearing through the sky. It didn’t take a genius to understand: not only had I entered Earth’s atmosphere, but I’d overshot—badly—the point where I should’ve stopped.

In the next mont, I pulled the energy emanating from back inside, like soone taking one last breath before impact. My plan? Slow my inevitable fall. The result? Total failure.

My body, indifferent to any effort or desperate attempt, kept accelerating, as if gravity had finally decided to claim once and for all. Within seconds, a blazing sphere of fire ford around , engulfing completely.

The only “good” thing—if you could call it that—was that I felt no pain at all. But that didn’t make the scene any less grotesque: watching my own body lt away only to regenerate seconds later was deeply unsettling.

Still, I’d been through worse. Much worse. Like that ti I turned, against my will, into a puddle of water on scorching asphalt... yeah, that mory still haunts .

I have no idea how long I’ve been a human teor, plumting out of control toward the earth. Honestly, I don’t even know exactly where I’m going to land—which, let’s be real, is kind of an important detail.

At least I can take so comfort in one thing: I’m not about to cause another mass extinction like the one that wiped out the dinosaurs... right? I’m not nearly as big as that teor, though the speed I’m falling at might disagree.

Even so, I really hope I don’t crash straight into soone. That scene would be far from pleasant—for or for whatever poor soul had the bad luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong ti. anwhile, my skin kept lting and regenerating over and over in an endless loop that seed to defy any natural logic.

As I said before, the sight was grotesque—my skin liquefying, bits of exposed for an instant before being covered again. Honestly, anyone would puke on the spot. I’d puke too... if I had a stomach. But even without that ability, the scene wasn’t any less repulsive.