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🕑 Added 2024-12-18 04:26:25 +0000 UTCThis was an utterly ordinary world. Or, to be precise, a thoroughly mundane one. In this world, bustling cities thrived with the chatter and activity of people immersed in their daily lives. Streets teemed with cars, their steady flow forming the rhythmic pulse of urban existence.
People here lived simple lives, experiencing the highs and lows, joys and sorrows that marked the passage of time. There were no sword techniques, no magical wonders—just the reality of a modern, grounded world. Heroes with extraordinary powers didn't exist here, nor were there grand adventures to undertake. Instead, ordinary people pursued their ordinary lives.
Everyone had dreams and aspirations, though they weren't always grand or ambitious. Sometimes, a dream was as simple as enjoying a good meal, planning a weekend trip, or buying a new outfit. These seemingly trivial desires painted this world with vibrancy and life.
In this world, people faced challenges and setbacks not with swords or spells but through tangible, real-world means: hard work, seeking help, or shifting their perspectives. They learned and grew through experience, often making mistakes and maturing as a result.
This was a world where simplicity held profound truths and beauty—a world of unremarkable yet meaningful existence.
Amid this reality, in a small island nation of a hundred million people, there stood an unassuming orphanage.
Children in this orphanage had two potential paths. Some stayed until they came of age, eventually stepping out into the world as independent adults. Others found new families before adulthood, adopted into homes where they might experience a different kind of childhood. These were the futures awaiting the children of this orphanage.
But a few months ago, a peculiar boy arrived.
The boy was about five years old.
Even without adult supervision, identification, or a proper place to stay, he somehow managed to talk his way into temporary lodgings at various places. Attempts to involve the police were always thwarted as the boy disappeared before intervention, as though he knew precisely how events would unfold.
Eventually, he was discovered on the streets by an orphanage staff member. After some deliberation, he agreed to stay, explaining his reasoning as follows.
"If I can live here for free and not waste time worrying about survival, I'll have more time to focus on my own pursuits."
From that day on, Roy, with his striking golden hair, became a resident of the orphanage.
Unlike other children, he showed no interest in toys or playing with peers. Instead, he spent his days idling around, seemingly detached and uninterested.
His unusual behavior quickly drew the attention of the staff and even the director.
"What do you want?" The director asked one day, curious about the boy's indifference.
After a moment of thought, Roy replied, "If possible, I'd like a computer. I can use it to research and play games online."
At first, the director refused, dismissing the request with a condition.
"If you can score 100 on all your subjects, I might consider it."
The director underestimated him. By the next day, Roy approached him again, asking for a test. Without fail, he aced every subject with a perfect score.
Unwilling to let him waste his potential on gaming, the director broke his promise and instead challenged him with high school-level questions, hoping to discourage him.
But within a month, Roy returned, having mastered the material. Once again, he achieved perfect marks, leaving the director speechless.
Thus, Roy became a familiar sight at the orphanage: a four-year-old boy, sitting alone in a corner with a laptop, fully engrossed in complex games that even adults found challenging.
Word of his brilliance spread, stirring curiosity and admiration. People from various walks of life came to see the child prodigy for themselves.
Not everyone came with good intentions, though. Some sought to test him, presenting him with university-level problems in hopes of witnessing his failure.
But Roy remained unfazed, solving everything with his usual stoic expression.
It wasn't long before prospective adoptive parents flocked to the orphanage, eager to take him home. Yet, Roy rejected every offer, giving no explanation beyond a faint, enigmatic smile.
One day, as he was immersed in a game on his laptop, a voice called out, pulling his attention.
"So, you're the brilliant prodigy everyone's been talking about?"
Roy looked up to see a slender, elegant woman in her twenties. Her features were delicate yet confident, her hair swept back neatly, and her face adorned with light makeup.
"Are you here to adopt me?" He asked lazily.
The woman smiled warmly and nodded. "I have two exceptionally smart kids of my own. Nice to meet you—I'm Kirigaya Midori."
She extended a hand toward him, her slender fingers steady and calm.
For once, Roy paused in thought before reaching out to take her hand.
"Kirigaya Midori? The mother of Kirito." Roy thought, his mind calculating. After a moment of contemplation, he agreed to her invitation.
And so, to the shock of everyone at the orphanage, Roy left with Kirigaya Midori.
The staff and children alike whispered in awe. They all agreed that Midori had stumbled upon a treasure, their envy apparent.
On the official paperwork, she gave him a new name: Roy Kirigaya.
...
In another world.
Roy relinquished his control over his Fool self. Shifting focus back to his primary consciousness, he found himself in a rather peculiar predicament.
Roxy was sprawled on top of him, her soft blue hair tickling his face. Her sleeping position was anything but ladylike, treating him more like a body pillow than a bed companion.
The faint scent of her shampoo lingered in the air as Roy gingerly moved one of her arms that was draped across him. Her serene, sleeping face betrayed none of the chaos she caused in her unconscious state.
Her silky locks brushed against his cheek, making him itch. Suppressing a sigh, Roy looked down at the girl half-pinned against him.
"Why? Why does someone who looks so elegant sleep like this?" He lamented inwardly.
Half of Roxy's body was draped over him, making it impossible to move freely. He considered waking her up but hesitated. Watching her blissfully lost in her dreams, he couldn't bring himself to disturb her.
"Forget it. I'll just deal with it for the night. Besides, my counterpart over there is already settling in just fine."
Closing his eyes, Roy tried to fall back asleep.
But by the middle of the night, things had only gotten worse. He felt a growing weight pressing down on him, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Groaning, he cracked his eyes open, only to be met with the sight of a smooth, slender leg draped over his torso.
Somehow, during the night, Roxy had shifted her position. One arm now clung tightly around his neck, while her modest chest pressed against his cheek.
Roy's face turned crimson in an instant. Her peaceful, radiant features were mere inches from his own, and for the first time, he deeply regretted allowing her to sleep next to him.
With great care, he lifted her delicate foot and freed himself from her grip. Letting out a quiet exhale, he muttered inwardly, "Thank goodness I'm still young. If I were five or six years older, I'd probably lose control and..."
The thought trailed off as he shook his head, trying to push it away.
But the night's chaos had taken its toll. His restless sleep left him exhausted. Balancing two consciousnesses was already taxing—it felt like he had pulled an all-nighter playing video games.
