Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The Cradle of Chaos

Silence was not peace; it was a physical pressure that crushed the senses.

(Is this...?)

Shija erged in a space where light was not permitted to exist.

(... Again... I am here...)

It was an absolute void, a blackness so dense it seed liquid, wrapping his consciousness in an unbearable cold that did not numb the nerves but burned the soul.

(....)

There was no floor, no sky, no horizon; only an infinite expanse of nothingness that resonated with a vibration of ancient, stagnant pain.

(It’s still the sa... This space is so... Desolate...)

It was a place Shija recognized imdiately, a familiar geography born of his previous experiences at the edge of existence—a corner he could not comprehend where regrets froze before shattering.

(Hic... uuuh... hic...)

But in the midst of the icy nothingness, a sound began to seep through.

(... Ugh... Snif... hic...!)

It wasn't a sudden noise, but a constant leak: a low, broken weeping.

(This is...?!)

It was a sob that seed to co from nowhere and everywhere at once, a frequency of pure desolation that made the void feel even smaller and more suffocating.

(A cry...)

It was a weeping that had no echo and sank into the darkness as if the blackness itself fed on that sadness.

(....)

Shija, feeling the cold piercing to the core of his astral form, began to move.

(¡¡!!)

In that place where nothing existed and nothing should be, his figure began to take shape.

(¡¡Hic... uuuh...!!)

Each step was an effort of will against the inertia of oblivion, while his newly ford eyes tried to perceive beyond the veil of shadows, desperately seeking the source of that lant.

(KRA-KARI!)

And in response to Shija's desperate search, the void began to crack.

(...Thump...Thump...)

In turn, the liquid blackness and the unbearable cold were interrupted by a rhythmic pulsation, a deep echo that was not born in the ears, but from the very center of "sothing" unknown.

(...Thump-Thump!... Thump-Thump!... Thump-Thump!)

With each beat, a crack of snowy light opened beneath his feet, tracing a path that devoured the darkness in its wake.

(CRACK-SHATTER!)

The sound of the weeping began to lose its strength, replaced by the rising frequency of a violent rupture.

(PIKIN!)

However, ignoring everything in his way, Shija—driven by a force that was no longer just his will—began to run upon the path of light as the void shattered to give way to a brilliant glow.

(KRE-SHEEE!)

At the end of the path, the radiance beca blinding, forming a threshold of absolute clarity that promised an end to the icy agony.

(¡¿?!)

Or at least that is how it appeared as Shija hurled himself through the portal of light, crossing the frontier between oblivion and life.

The instant his senses were reclaid by reality, the silence of the abyss was replaced by a warm, electric vibration.

(This place!!)

Only for the joyful laughter, upon crossing the threshold, to beco nothing more than a residual echo that died instantly, replaced by the monotonous, electric hum of high-precision machinery.

(shik-kachick!)

The space was vast, of a clinical and aseptic white that hurt the eyes.

(SIVVVV!)

The walls were not made of stone or wood, but of a matte tal alloy, reinforced with polycarbonate panels and pneumatic pressure hydraulic seals.

(WHIIIIII!)

The air was frigid, but not with the cold of the void; it was the controlled cold of a laboratory designed to preserve what should not exist.

(KACHICK!)

In the center of the room, a series of translucent cables and pipes descended like technological tendons, pumping chemical fluids and data streams into a central life-support unit.

"There is still an error margin of 0.0003%... Unacceptable."

Holographic terminals floated in the air, showing vital sign graphs, astral energy fluctuations, and spectral analyses of unattainable complexity.

"I will not settle for an approximation; not after reaching this point..."

The environnt was saturated with the sll of ozone and industrial disinfectant, an atmosphere of absolute surveillance where every atom seed to be cataloged and contained by a figure in a white lab coat.

"Almost... I can feel it. No... I can see it!"

There were no windows, only the hertic seal of a technological prison designed to withstand reality collapses—a place designed with the sole purpose of controlling sothing that was, by definition, uncontrollable.

(SHHHHHH-PUM!)

Then the epoxy resin floor slid sideways with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a deep pit from which heavy chanical extensions erged.

(ZIIIIII-CLACK!)

They were hydraulic arms of terrifying precision, lifting—with a ceremonial slowness—a reinforced containnt capsule.

(Pssssshhh...!)

On both the inside and outside, the capsule's glass was fogged by the condensation of cryogenic gases, but inside throbbed an erratic light, a mixture of boreal colors and void shadows struggling to rge without collapsing.

"The collapse threshold is at 84%... It is not enough."

In that place, coordinating everything, stood a man in a pristine white coat, standing before the holographic control console.

"The key is still creating a feedback loop in the consciousness matrix."

His glasses, made of thick, polished crystal, reflected the white light from the ceiling panels, completely hiding his eyes behind a blinding glare.

"If I don't manage to stabilize the core of will now, the singularity will consu the deepest layers."

His hands moved over the panels with surgical speed and precision.

"I need more flow... more pressure in the density to make them synchronize..."

As he manipulated the very fabric of the contained reality, his voice—a monotonous murmur but charged with a vibrant obsession—filled the sterile space.

"They must assimilate the load... EVEN IF THEY MUST BREAK!!"

The man adjusted a virtual dial and the capsule vibrated violently, emitting a warning beep that charged the air with static electricity, bristling the few traces of essence Shija had left in that place.

"GYAAAAAA-HAAARRRRRGGGHH!!"

At the sa ti, in that place, the monotonous hum of the terminals was annihilated by two shrieks of suffering that tore through the air.

"KREEEEE-AAAAAAAGH!!"

They were not human screams, but howls vibrating at a frequency beyond madness, as if the very fabric of the soul were being shredded by invisible gears.

(What the hell?!)

And recognizing the origin of those familiar screams, Shija located the source from which they emanated...

"DISMBER! CUT! TEAR AWAY UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT!"

The screams emanated from the heart of the capsule, where the boreal light twisted in violent spasms.

"DEATH! DESTRUCTION! LET THE WORLD BURN TO ASHES!"

Imdiately, the containnt system entered a state of collapse.

[BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! LEVEL 5 ALERT! WARNING!]

Bolts of static energy and constantly fluctuating sparks began to dance erratically around the capsule, striking the tal walls and control consoles.

"By superimposing and condemning thousands of souls among all kinds of beings and existences together... It should be possible..."

The man in the white coat took a step back as the ceiling lights shifted to a flashing crimson red.

[WARNING. CRITICAL POINT REACHED.]

The warning alarms were not simple sirens; robotic voices, devoid of any trace of empathy, began to broadcast ergency ssages through hidden speakers, overlapping with the screams of pain in the room.

"Unlike Alpha, which chooses its wielder..."

The holographic screens were stained with blood-colored warnings, showing graphs plunging toward absolute zero.

"Or Oga, which can be claid if one possesses enough power... Delta is special..."

The air beca saturated with the sll of debt tal and ozone, while the pressure inside the chamber increased to the point of making the floor vibrate.

[CORE INTEGRITY AT 2%. IMMINENT CONTAINNT FAILURE.]

The reality around the capsule began to fray like rotten fabric.

"DI-DEA-MBER-TH! CU-BURN-T! TEAR-DESTRUCTION!!"

The tal of the walls bent at impossible angles, and the resin floor seed to liquefy, turning into a sludge of shadows and static.

"I didn't think you would co to this place... No, rather... The fact that you have co here only confirms it..."

In the midst of the shrieks of agony still vibrating in the air, a terrifying dissonance erged...

What echoed was a pure, childish laugh, full of crystalline joy, resonating with a purity that made the blood run cold.

"The one who was nad as the goddess of chaos."

One of the greatest taboos of creation was manifesting—and at the sa ti, the most dangerous.

"An error in the equation of being; sothing that should not have existed under any circumstances, and yet, even so, it was..."

It was a blasphemy against the order of the cosmos, a rupture in causality that should never have been permitted.

"She has no na, yet they gave her one in the myths that tried to explain her shadow."

In front of the capsule, boreal light and liquid blackness intertwined, forming a silhouette that defied the eye.

"One of the primordials..."

She had no fixed form; instead, she was a constant flow of terrifying possibilities.

"The one known as the void that precedes the light, or the hunger that consus order..."

The scientist extended a hand toward the manifestation, ignoring how his own skin began to pixelate under the pressure of the anomaly.

"It is an honor to et you in person... Khaos."

With the pronunciation of that na, the capsule exploded.

(BOOOOOOM-KRAAASH!!!)

Following the explosion of the capsule, the expansion of absolute nothingness stopped abruptly.

As if an invisible hand had pulled the threads of reality, the vast darkness began to compress with brutal gravitational force, sucking the remains of static and tal toward a single central point.

(SHHHHHH-RRRRRRRRRRR-ACKKKKK!!)

The laboratory, now a ruin of obsolete technology, began to be devoured by a spectral fire that emitted no heat, but a light that consud matter, transforming the white walls into dull gray ash.

De entre las llamas, surgió ella.

Her figure was that of a little girl, but her re presence caused space-ti to warp in her wake.

(Ugh?!)

Upon seeing her, Shija's mind throbbed as a dull pain settled into his being, noticing how the girl's hair was an infinite, ethereal cascade that did not seem subject to gravity.

"I know you are excited... but please, restrict your presence... or this world and the 'observer'... will collapse."

It was a mass of cosmic silk that flowed and billowed as if subrged in an invisible ocean; its colors changed in a constant gradient of deep purples, electric blues, and incandescent pinks, peppered with tiny lights that sparkled like living stars.

Her eyes were of an enchanting, unstable heterochromia, where her pupils and irises did not maintain a fixed color but mutated every second.

In a blink, her eyes could be the color of a dying sun, and the next, a deep erald green or a rcurial silver, reflecting infinite realities colliding with each other.

Her skin had the paleness of porcelain, highlighting an excited smile overflowing with a joy that was disturbing amidst the destruction.

"I know I didn't et the conditions."

But, undeterred, the scientist, whose white coat was now stained with soot and torn, let his hands drop to his sides.

"I know this place is my grave and that my ti has run out."

With a slow and heavy movent, he lowered his gaze, stripping away the authority his glasses had granted him.

"I ask for nothing more than a favor..."

Then, casting aside any trace of dignity, the man fell to his knees on the burning remains of the laboratory as the flas spread further and further.

Before the innocent smile of Khaos, who tilted her head, the man looked up one last ti at the figure of the girl, ignoring how the fire began to lick at his knees, maintaining his posture as he stared directly into an "abyss."