Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

Convergence: The Score of the Void

Melioris’s first breath was not air, but a stifling and absolute despair."Are you done admiring the reflection of what you used to be?"

The first Totalitarian Resonance that gave shape to Melioris was remarkably casual...

"In this situation... I suppose I should say... is it a pleasure to see you again...?"

However, what emerged was not merely a perfect harmony.

"Did you know that, apparently, jasmine tea has a very narrow temperature range before it turns bitter?"

In that liminal space where flesh becomes concept, Melioris's consciousness stabilized upon a flawed foundation: the collision between Mireya's virginal inexperience and Echidna's millennial, nearly infinite wisdom.

"... As I thought, dividing my consciousness across so many places is taking its toll on me."

In the present, walking through a silent forest toward a target point, Melioris murmured to herself.

"I suppose in my current state, I am finally unable to stop that annoying narration... Haaah... Well, what can you do..."

From the first second of her existence, Melioris understood that the universe was not a mystery, but a musical score.

"I would have preferred to keep my story unknown~"

To her new senses, existence itself ceased to be a series of events and became a series of musical notes vibrating in an infinite void.

"But either way, everything has moved into the best possible situation for my benefit..."

She could hear every chord of reality, every crescendo of power, and every fall into silence.

"Even if it is revealed now... I have already made sure that nothing can intervene..."

And it was then that the void within her widened until it became unbearable.

"But I must admit, narrative control is harder than I imagined~"

By being able to perceive the "music" of the world with such clarity, Melioris discovered the curse of technical omniscience: for her, everything became predictable.

"...And anyway, it’s a beautiful forest."

She knew which note to play and when or how, so that it would produce the desired result of her own will...

"Even the wind is silent enough that the grass sways ever so peacefully."

She knew exactly how every blade of grass would dance before the movement even began.

"...."

There was no surprise, no improvisation, no "tomorrow."

"...You are wrong."

The future was not a possibility, but a mathematical conclusion she had already heard a thousand times before it occurred.

"A future does exist..."

That goddess was not born with the desire to rule, but with the agony of one who has read the end of the book before opening the first page.

"...So that this story doesn't end like this... I... Hehe... No, forget it... I'm just rambling~"

Her playful laughter was merely a mask to hide that, in her world of perfect sounds, she was the only note that could not find its place in the song.

"It's because of things like this that I’ve been suppressing you, damn narration."

But despite the coldness of her omniscience, Melioris did not despise the world.

"Why would I despise it?"

On the contrary, in the midst of that deafening void, she found something that stopped her in her tracks...

"After all, the world is so beautiful~"

While she knew everything, others were notes vibrating with a glorious uncertainty.

"I suppose it’s not bad to have someone to truly talk to before the curtain falls... Although, well... technically, I’m talking to Shija at the same time... or is it with the spirits...?"

The others were small sparks of improvisation in a score she already knew by heart.

"When consciousness is not linear, it becomes difficult to track the timeline in the middle of so many things~"

For that very reason, she fell in love with that potential—the capacity for stories to twist and shine before being extinguished.

"You don't have even a little bit of delicacy when revealing a lady's secrets, do you...?"

To Melioris, the world was an out-of-tune orchestra, yet one with a passion that she, in her perfection, found irresistible.

"You make me sound as if I were insane... Though insanity is subjective..."

However, there was one melody in particular...

"...Hey."

A sequence of notes etched into the deepest part of her essence—an echo of something she had heard at the origin and which she desired, with a thirst that scorched her soul, to hear once more.

"You’d better carefully select what you are about to reveal..."

It was her reason for being, her only genuine desire in a sea of predictions.

"Fine... That’s more like it... But... if you dare try to reveal that information again..."

She heard, analyzed, predicted, and understood before anyone else how, if the story were allowed to maintain its current course, the result would lead to a bad ending.

"....."

The destruction of everything she loved was the only logical conclusion of the current inertia.

"I know, I know..."

To save the music, Melioris understood she had to act as the dissonance.

"Don't paint me as the tragic heroine now... In fact, I'm closer to the role of a villainess... Or was it antagonist...?"

She had to become the noise, the error, the monster that forced others to change their rhythm.

"...I know I said it myself, but you didn't even hesitate to take the chance to insult me."

While Melioris walked through the vibrant forests of Ky'lar, keeping her presence hidden from the world's orchestra vibrating all around her...

"Anyway... separating from Shija and Boudica that night was quite necessary... Those spirits sure are looking for me as if I were a weapon of destruction."

But her mind was trapped in a specific echo of the past.

"Well, they aren't wrong~"

She remembered the exact moment when the soul of Shija, the young samurai, was pushed to the absolute limit.

"I really should thank you for that, Shija..."

What he showed her in that moment was not just a struggle; it was the missing piece she needed to understand in order to break, one by one, the chains that restricted progress.

"I didn't expect that when a soul pushed past its limit in that way, it could affect the composition like a chain reaction~"

Shija didn't just fight; he consumed every ounce of his soul's essence to generate a force that defied the laws of reality.

"But imitating something like that wouldn't be possible without the right opponent."

And in that microsecond of annihilation, Melioris heard a note that was not in any known musical score...

"There were candidates, but... after all, it must be something... that corners the soul... and out of all of them, the best option..."

That sound didn't just cut through the air; it possessed the property of rewriting the composition of reality around it.

"Let's see... based on the energy expenditure of maintaining my existence..."

It was then that the Goddess, with her terrifying lucidity, put the pieces together: if a single soul consuming itself could alter the world, the combustion of an amalgam formed by thousands of fragments belonging to all kinds of souls, directed with surgical precision, could generate an energy capable of untying the knot that stood in the way of the story's outcome.

"...The constant use of energy to keep Shija’s soul bound... The energy spent creating the steles as priestesses... And the continuous consumption to hold back the narrative influence until this point..."

That note of sacrifice was the final piece of information she required.

"What remains should be enough~"

To calibrate the detonator, Melioris began a journey that the world would remember as a tragedy, but which for her was a field experiment.

"Beyond the limit..."

She took Shija and Boudica with her—the two most suitable notes she used to learn.

"...Pushing ego and will to the extreme."

Under a mask of divine whim, Melioris observed and recorded.

"A total collapse is necessary."

She presented them with impossible challenges, pushed them into abysses of despair, and forced them to face horrors that brought their bodies and souls to the brink of fracture.

"Hey, that’s rude! I didn’t use them to experiment to that extent!"

She did not do it out of cruelty, but to verify the conditions of combustion.

"That’s right, that’s right... I’m not cruel at all~!"

She needed to know exactly how much pressure, how much trauma, and how much will were required for a soul to generate that frequency of alteration.

"Besides, I obtained some very useful guinea pigs... I mean... necessary sacrifices..."

While guiding her "subjects" toward the slaughterhouse, Melioris executed a divine multitasking that would have disintegrated any other entity.

"Flattering me now won't make me happy~"

With an invisible hand, she subtly refined her own energy control, learning to manipulate the immense nature of her power while, at the same time, waging a silent battle in her core, using Echidna's wisdom to force a block on the resurgence of the consciousnesses of Mireya and the true Echidna, keeping them silenced under layers of mental stasis so they wouldn't interfere with the plan.

"Of course I had to keep them at bay... After all... what I'm about to do... I don't like it either..."

As if that weren't enough, she used the echoes of the journey to secretly train Silver, Goldie, Brownie, and the straw dolls.

"After all, I can't stop smiling~"

She did all of this without ever revealing a single note of her true intention.

"Perhaps it is a vestige of who I once truly was?"

At that moment, Melioris finally reached the center of the board: a field of tall, pale grass stretching as far as the eye could see, lonely and stripped of any trace of civilization.

"Regardless of that... let’s get this party started..."

It was the perfect setting for a silent ending.

(Fshhhhh—Whaaaaa-shhh!)

The wind began to blow with unusual force—not like a natural breeze, but like the sigh of a waking giant.

"Let’s close this curtain and open a new one."

The vegetation, those thousands of green filaments covering the earth, did not merely bend; it began a frenetic and rhythmic dance, tuning its movements to the frequency emanating from the Goddess.

"Let’s do this together, little one..."

Every blade of grass vibrated, becoming a string on an invisible instrument that only Melioris could play.

(Sh-sh-sh-sh...!)

Above her, the sky of Ky'lar began to transform.

"{CONVERGENCE}"

The clouds, dense and heavy with violet static, crawled ponderously until they covered the blue, sealing the world beneath a dome of oppressive gloom.

"{True Existential Amalgam...}"

The sunlight vanished, replaced by the intermittent flash of lightning bolts that did not yet dare to strike, while an impossible mass of energy gathered and condensed, glowing with fluctuating colors beneath.

(Vun-vun-vun-vun...!)

In the middle of that field, Melioris closed her eyes and stopped.

"...I'm sorry."

She no longer needed to see; she could hear the pulse of life.

"....."

She could feel the very vibration of the world flowing like a full orchestra breathing in unison, a massive melody that was about to reach its highest note...

(Chime...!)

And with a sound as fine as glass shattering, it resonated in her mind as a signal.

"...Bang."

All the pressure silently suppressed into a single point was released as an imaginary mass of incalculable power, piercing through the ground without a sound, on the brink of implosion.

"I feel so empty..."

Beneath the mask of her eternal smile, Melioris felt a sting of something akin to nostalgia.

"For that reason, I do not care about what I am about to do, nor the consequences of my actions."

She knew that, in a few seconds, that field of dancing grass would be the epicenter of a scar the planet would never forget.

"I used others, I manipulated, I deceived, and I even sought attention; all to reach this point."

In that moment, silently, drops began to fall from the sky...

"Even if it means the world pays the price, that many interesting stories must vanish..."

Was it rain... or perhaps...?

"In spite of everything, I will pull the trigger."

Whatever the answer was, in the end, there was no turning back.