Her Adventure Relived!

Rebirth

"I'll do it. If the chance arises, I'll gladly do it." His voice was in pain, nearly cracking in its low tremor. Both his palms supported his forehead atop his desk, his brows were furrowed in frustration.

Almost whispering, I inquired with concern and sadness, "Why haven't you already?"

He was silent, and I knew why: he thinks himself weak. If the worst were to happen, it would mean his family dies. I didn't like that thought either, as I thought of him as family, and his family as my kind.

Here, I faced my own dilemma as well. And to think I even thought of considering this decision, it makes me question my own wisdom—having lived two lives, one would expect themselves to be wiser. It was a stupid choice, but if it were to ease his heart, then it will lighten mine; I could only regretfully hand him the opportunity.

With a sigh, I placed the weapon in front of him. It was wrapped carefully in a seemingly ordinary cloth; I hadn't unwrapped it since its creation, and wished to save it for the moment. Ah, what a shame, I never tested it, and hoped the only testing it required would be targeted to the one it was made for. It landed on his table with a clunk, the heavy metal inside clinked as it clashed lightly with the different parts of itself.

And there it was, from the despair that claimed his eyes, shone that endearing curiosity that I adored. It was not something I had until I was reborn, and this man was reborn every time his eyes twinkled with that gleam. Merely giving him a sliver of hope made the weight on my chest lighten. Then just as quickly, the burden on my heart that lifted for a moment seemed to crash down with the guilt that I had just chosen to share.

I made my resolve years ago, but it seems I have to break my own promise. What a pity. I wanted to kill her, too.

Bored.

I don't think I can recall the last time I've ever stepped out of this room, and frankly, I didn't care to remember. It was one of those moments where the new updates were slow, and there wasn't much to do. It was one of those moments where I find myself browsing the archives for anything, anything to occupy my brain with. And as much as Masrur's blown up poster was interesting and beautiful, staring at it didn't make the resolution any better. It was a shame my pixelated boy cannot keep me company. It was one of those moments where I sat back and really thought about what I was doing with my life.

Having completed college before I was of age to graduate high school, I thought I had all the time in the world. And I still do (unless they were Fridays when everything updates), but I've been receiving parental pressures lately. My parents, as wonderful and absolutely understanding of my lifestyle they were, finally brought up the topic of marriage. Sorry Mother and Father, but I could care less about a significant other. I've no time for that, especially not on Fridays.

I also thought about my role in the family business, and only ended up stumped. Brother was successfully leading the company; charismatic as a suitor, convincing as a leader, intelligent as a scholar, and no doubt beautiful like- Oh, wrong word. Perhaps I've attached too much of my opinion of Masrur onto him — a bitter fate my brother suffers. And even worse when I made that bet with him…

Now, sewing wasn't difficult at all, and it's not hard to get a well-made wig with this kind of money. I even know a few people to forge a custom made armor-piece for him, because when I (make people) cosplay, I go all the way. And so, I made it a priority to make my brother to dress up as my favorite character. Seeing a real life Masrur would make me want to squeal! Knowing my brother, he wouldn't be able to refuse.

He was the spitting image of my favorite character with his pink hair and eyes. Cosplaying as Masrur was as easy as putting on a skirt (as he called it). Well, what did you expect, brother. I wouldn't even put a piece of my hair out of my room if all you had to do was wear pants. Does he not understand this was a big deal?! In the end, he accepted my offer, as he knows I'm not the type involved with social media. Oh brother, that doesn't mean I won't take pictures though! I giggled, albeit a bit sinisterly.

Brother was the only one I've considered a friend, the only one I was close to age wise, as we were both homeschooled. But by the time I've reached my teen years, I had learned everything available. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the next week's share of manga to be updated. Looking around my room, I see dozens of posters of different animes and games, but a couple were screenshots of Masrur. Oh, he's so quiet and mysterious, not to mention those muscles! Ahh! I'm fangirling…Calm down, Aru. He's my first favorite character so he deserves special attention! That's my excuse for being in love with a fictional character, but I'm in denial.

"Only ten minutes, okay?" My brother complained as I styled his hair into that of Masrur's.

I was also snapping pictures every minute, and he didn't seem to mind. I claimed it was for my own 'viewing pleasure.' I hope he won't be too surprised at the blown up picture of him cosplaying on my wall a few days later, just like dad did with his wedding photo. It won't be as huge as the one in the hall; I swear, you can't miss it.

"Yeah, yeah." I answered him nonchalantly. I'm just happy he, a future powerful company owner, would still agree to dress up for his anti-social little sister to take pictures. Sure, I have to fulfill my side of the bet, but I was happy.

"Why's the chest piece so heavy..?" Oh gosh, he's been asking every question about the costume the past hour.

"Because it's gold, duh..?" I gave him a sheepish look, as if questioning his intelligence.

His eyes widened and mouth opened, but quickly composed himself, as expected of big brother. But then again, I guess he's just used to how extreme I can get, I mean, look how I'm living right now. Not that it's bad. Same goes for the golden chest plate.

I stuck a piece of circular metal with washable glue below his lower lip.

He winced, "Is this really necessary?" I sighed once again. How many questions has he asked this past hour.

"Aniki…" I started.

He responded to me with a 'hm?' and a smile.

"I like you better when you don't speak," His smile remained, as if he was still processing what I just told him.

I continued, "Cosplaying is art! You are in character. You wouldn't dress up as a criminal and then just prance around like a fair maiden in the flower fields, okay? Masrur does not speak, he is quiet, understand? Wait, no. Don't answer that. Zip." Making the gesture, I exaggerated the 'p' with a pop.

He looks at me with an expression that screams, 'What in the world have I gotten myself into,' but complied. Sorry for the selfish command, dear brother. He remained silent and showed no further expression. I chuckle, much better. I enjoyed those ten minutes to its full potential, ordering him around about poses and props, telling him to hold this and that.

Without even noticing, ten minutes was over already, and it was time for me to fulfill my side of the deal.

Ha, you're kidding, right? I haven't seen sunlight for who knows how long, and I don't intend to. I see my brother taking off the golden armor piece Masrur wears. He then proceeds to taking off the 'dress.'

"Wait! H-hold on. What are you doing!" I acted flustered and held one of his arms, attempting to stop him from taking off the costume in my room. He paused and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I quickly gathered his clothing and shoved it to him. Taking the heavy armor from him and setting it on the ground with a thunk, I pushed him out of my room.

"Get changed somewhere else, not in this pure maiden's room, s-stupid aniki!" I hoped my face was fairly flushed to fool him.

I closed the door on him just as he was about to say something, and locked it. Ahaha! You can't make me go outside! I've been stocking up in my fridge for a few days now, enough for me to last a good two weeks while dining like a king.

"Oi! Aru! I heard that lock click. You better not skip out on your side of the deal!" He yelled from the other side. Sorry, brother. Sunlight is just not that appealing to me. Besides, all that matters is I am now in my room, and he is not. So, I ignored him and let out a content sigh.

A few moments later, he spoke again, "If you don't come out, then I guess I can enjoy these pictures of myself outside in our backyard. If your ever need me, you know where I'll be!"

Huh? I felt around my pockets for my camera. This jerk! He knew…What'll I do? My precious Masrur. I did have to say brother did a good job playing his role, but are those pictures really worth it..? Ahh! What are you talking about, Aru. When else will God give you a chance like this? A hot guy is dressing up as your favorite character and all you have to do is step outside to get it! Ah…but I haven't been out in so long, it's not like I dislike going out, but if there was no need, then…

"Ah, screw it. Just once won't hurt, right? I mean, I've done it before! But after this, I'm never leaving my room. I can get an online job, and support myself that way for the rest of my life like that! Yeah!" I clenched my fists in front of myself as if to prove to myself that I have confidence and determination. After my little session of self encouragement, I took a few deep breaths and dashed out the door.

"Here I go!" I ran after my brother, heading to the backyard. Nostalgic memories flew past as I sped down the hallway. I stopped by mom and dad's picture, it was bigger than I remembered. Well, that just means I won't have to hold back on enlarging Masrur's picture. A few more seconds of admiring the happy couple, I zoomed down the hall again, reaching the top of grand stairs.

Boy, brother sure took his sweet time. He was only reaching the bottom of the stairs. Guess he didn't notice me yet, this is my chance. Okay, Aru. New Plan, ninja-sneak up on him, take target by surprise, use deadly kick to back, preferably to the groin area for extra effectiveness, scavenge and loot the writhing body for the sacred camera, then squirrel home like nothing ever happened. Yes…I like that plan. Best part was, I didn't have to 'officially' go outside. Sorry my beloved brother, but you forced me to do this.

I began to sneak up on him, picking up speed as I got closed, then launch myself toward his back. Yea, I wished that happened. I jumped, but not gracefully. My leg slipped and I fell back, head first. Darn it! Who replace the old carpet? This one is way too slippery!

Thud.

Huh? I guess I blacked out, huh. Karma for trying to hurt brother's baby makers? Sorry… yes, I understand that our family needs an heir or two. I promise I won't do anything stupid without thinking…I will only do them after thinking.

But in my defense, this happened because of you, y'know. If you didn't choose to take that camera, then this would've never happened.

See Aru, this is what happens when you leave your room, it's like enemy territory. You never know what's going to happen and there's constant danger lurking in ever shadow and corner.

Hm? I can't seem to open my eyes or move my body. What's going on? I hear mumbling and… am I crying? I swear, I do not sound like that.

I waited a few minutes and it seems like I am being dipped carefully in water. But what am I being held with, this is way to large to be a hand. I couldn't control my body very well, either.

I could feel a soft towel drying me off, and with some effort managed to open my eyes. The 'crying' that was apparently coming from me had stopped. I blinked a few times and looked around.

What the heck. Wait. Th-this is a hand that holding me, but why am I so…tiny?!

"Aww! The baby's a girl!" The fuzzy figure that's holding me brings me to another person. A hint of red could be seen, probably his hair color. My eyes were failing me..ugh! What is going on?

I tried grunting, to release some frustration, but the only sound I could make currently sounded like a mix of gurgles and ah's.

I had stopped crying now. I've also come to the conclusion that I am a baby. Explains a lot. I'm still trying to soak up the fact that I can still think. I can't seem to control my body very well, though. Must be because I'm not used to it.

The lady who washed me handed me over to the man with the red hair, who then walked over to a lady on what seems to be a bed. She had black hair, but that was all I could see with this sad vision of mine.

I'm going to guess that these are my parents? They do seem like they carry the traits of my mom and dad. What if…they are?! And this is like, an alternate universe. But wait, why am I here and conscious?

My thoughts seemed to have taken the weird train of thought and gone over some crazy theories while my 'parents' looked over me. I think— at one point—I tried making a shocked expression, only to have my face twitch. They took it the wrong way.

"Oh!" My father's spoke with happiness in his voice, "She smiled! How cute!"

…What.

It turned out I was born into another world. See, this is what happens when you step out of your room. You're put into another world, literally. Luckily, I wasn't some unassigned assign hero put into another world to defeat the demon king. Man, how annoying would that have been. Very, Aru, very.

Anyways, I was born into a pretty nice family. The first daughter of the Bahemos family, Arukane Sonjuu Bahemos. Sounds nice. They specialize in trade, one of the most successful and wealthy in the world. I'm, to say the least, thankful to have been born as their only daughter. That way, I have so much more of an advantage than other people. Influence, power, money, and information. Hahaha, even if this world is something I'm dreaming up in a coma, it won't stop me from doing whatever I want.

My father in this world is the one managing the trade corporation. He's pretty good at this kind of stuff and he like collecting things. Like, 'things' in general. He and mother married two years ago, a beautiful couple.

"Oh look! How cute! My little girl is laughing to herself!" My father noticed me laughing and started playing with me. If only he knew what I was think. Ahh, world domination sounds nice, right father? Oops, that shouldn't be what a one year old baby should be thinking of.

I turned one this year, just starting to walk and taste freedom. Good, I can finally go places. I've also tried to learn almost everything I could, it was easy but adapting to its language was a bit hard since it was so different from the ones I learned in my old world. Apparently there was only one, which was good plus an ancient one that only the nobles and above could have access to. It wasn't deciphered completely, which made it even more interesting. I wanted to try and learn it, but only father's office hold those kind of text.

I was soaking up everything from culture to geography like a sponge. At the mere age of one, I had developed the age to speak. It wasn't much since all I had to do was to learn to control my tongue. With this, I was dubbed a genius in this world too. My body, however, was a different story. I found out the hard way that baby's can't get rock hard muscles at the age of one. That's the only thing I'm dissatisfied with, I have all this wisdom and there's nothing I could do about it. Thinking without action is just me being stagnant, useless. Well, that was me in my previous life too, but this was different! Here, I could re-explore everything! This world was for me to dissect!

At least everything is done for me, then again, being born into such a wealthy family, I wouldn't be surprise if even mother has everything done for her.

Speaking of mother, she is a magician. Magic existed in this world, the first on my list of interests. I would like to learn it when I mature. From what I hear, she's a pretty well-off magician. A lot of people come here looking for her help and specialty in healing. Life Magic, she once called it. I'd like to learn it one day, but I still have a lot to adapt to. I guess I can only wait…

"This here," my father points at a spot on the map, "is the Parthevian Empire."

Huh?

Pathervian? That sounds familiar…but where have I heard of it before. I was positive there was so such empire in my previous world. Wait. W-wait. If this is really what I'm thinking of…

I could feel my head spin with the fast thoughts coming into my mind like a storm. T-there's not way, right?! No Way. Well, way. Since I'm a baby now, it'll make a lot of sense if what I'm thinking was true..

Am I in the world of…Magi?

I was overjoyed, but at the same time a little terrified. I shouldn't make assumptions just because of one word. I needed to make sure.

"Daddy, is there some place called Balbadd?" I looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation. I was starting to sweat a little, goosebumps rising from excitement. He looked down with a gentle smile and made a quiet 'en.'

"Yes, Aru. There is, how did you know? I was just getting to that."

I didn't know how to react. I just sat there on my father's lap, frozen and overwhelmed. My mouth was wide open and my face lost color. You could literally see my soul fly out of my mouth. This was amazing. There truly was a god in this world.

"A-Aru?" My father noticed how stiff my body became and voice his concern. His hand met the top of my head, as if to pat it. I hopped off his lap with my face hidden behind my black hair and exited his study. He merely watched me awkwardly, his had still held up to where my head was, kind of like a father who doesn't understand or know what to do with his teenage daughter. I am a teen, technically. Sorry Dad!

I sauntered mindlessly back into my room, locked the door, then fell onto my bed. My face has been frozen this whole time, my eyebrows held high on my face and eyes widened. My mouth was now slightly open. I looked up, and stared at the ceiling, awestruck. This continued for who knows how long.

Woah.

…And I fell asleep.

That night, I had a dream. Strangely, I was in my grown form.

It started with a man whose back was turned towards me. His red hair and golden chest seemed like…brother?! I instinctively reached out for him, but then he turned at that moment.

It was Masrur! The Masrur! Is this a sign? Does this mean that I could truly meet him in this world?

As soon as those thoughts reached me, he vanished and another man took his place. Based on his appearance, I'm sure he was Solomon, his dark blue hair and messy braid proved so. His third eye was visible through his messy bangs.

"Hello…" He greets me with a smile.

Hiii…this is kind of weird. I'm seeing God in my dreams… I felt my body jump a little, once again shocked by all this. Why was King Solomon himself inside my dreams. Is this just me recalling the story, or is he really paying me a visit. After what's happened so far, I'm not so sure anymore. I had so many questions, could he answer them?

"Do you…know who I am?" I hesitated to ask, as if fearing the answer. If I were sent here by mistake, I would most likely have to go back…I didn't want that. I haven't even met Masrur, yet. There's no way I would go back.

The man in front of me let out a chuckle. I frowned, confused. "No, Aru. You were not sent here by mistake. I had arranged this."

Huh?

"What do you mean," I questioned once more, "Wasn't God not allowed to tamper with the world they rule over?" I remembered the rules in the manga clearly. Solomon was not allowed to do anything to this world.

"It's true, I may not be allowed to but I am the ruhk itself. But the flow was what brought you here, they seem to favor you. I am merely a manifestation of the flow itself."

…I don't get it. He's speaking Magi language. Sir, I'll have you know I am perfectly capable of understanding the most difficult mathematical and scientific theories of my world, but you…lost me. Would you please speak English?

As if he read my mind, Solomon smiled again and walked towards me. He lifted his hand and touched my forehead, the same spot where his eye would be. His third eye opened and started to glow, and I fell unconscious.

I opened my eyes once again to find myself staring at the same ceiling as before. I was in my room.

…Okay, that wasn't English but it was pretty cool. He told me the whole story just like that. I seemed to have a better understanding of this world now. Sitting up, I felt a cold object by my foot. A staff? No, this was more like a scepter. It had a huge ornament on the top. Wait, isn't this that big thing Solomon always carries around? Oh god, what would happen if my parents find this? I have to hide it, quick.

Aw, but where can a two year old reach with an adult sized scepter as tall as the god himself? Once again, it was like the staff had read my mind and shrank down to my size.

Now, it just look like a baby's toy, the size of a drumstick. Well this is interesting. I won't question anything that's happened today, but at least I can hide this in my toy box.

Walking to the box across the room felt like crossing the dessert for a two year old, but that gave me time to think. The things that he showed me, what did they have to do with me? Wasn't this the world of Magi, the place were Aladdin would appear around two decades later and save the world?

So why me? Why was I given such a task? Why was I needed?

That night, I had another dream in my grown form. This time, I stood on cobble ruins. The stones were oddly cut, a war probably ended this place. I didn't question it, it was a dream after all. Yet, this felt different than the previous dream I had. I may not have questioned the place but I was strangely awake. I was aware of my thoughts, my feelings, and the fact that this is a dream.

Soon, I found myself wandering in an ancient looking library. As expected, of course I would dream of books since they are the portal into another world and my only escape back in my old world. I was tempted to reach for one, but then I heard a sigh. Immediate, I withdrew my hand back, pulled it towards my chest and glanced at the direction go the sound.

I took a few silent steps back, my back pressed against a bookshelf, and peeked. A man was sitting down on the floor, his back was towards me, his light blue hair messily hiding his face. Who's this guy?

Well, he's just someone in my dreams, right? So what he can do? With these thought, I reassured myself and confidently walked up to him. The man heard my purposely loud steps and turned. He looked up and slowly but surely started turning red. H-hey…is he alright?

"O-oi…are you okay? You're getting really red…" I bent down to face him and asked, sounding a little bit concerned. That only made him even more red.

Is he…embarrassed?

This man ran at the speed of light from me, hiding behind a far-off shelf of books. Only the top half of his head showed, his face still crimson.

Wow, is this what I would've been if I stayed holed up in my room? Nonetheless, this is an interesting sight. "Hey, my name's Aru! Nice to meet you!" I yelled to make sure he heard me, then sat down at the spot where he was before. I would chase him, but he would probably just run off again.

So, I concentrated on the books he was studying. It was mostly mathematics and magic theories. I couldn't dare comprehend the magic ones, but the math in this world was fairly simple. Soon, I became absorbed in them, applying the equations to the magic ones. It was interesting! I was having fun, dream or not.

It wasn't long until I heard what sounder like a whimper, "..Ugo…" Hmm? Was that a ghost?

Wait.

"UGO?!" I looked up in surprise. My eyes widened and looked towards the man still behind the shelf. He flinched when I screamed his name.

I am removing the old chapters as I edit the new ones, and possibly some extra writing to save your dear eyes from reading trash and your precious time.