Chapter 1 – The Final Thread and the First Light
Rain pelted the cracked windowpane, casting long streaks of silver across the dim room. Neon lights from the street outside flickered like dying stars, barely illuminating the small, cluttered apartment. On the floor lay a figure—slim, delicate, yet motionless. His name had once been Asahi Yukimura, a 22-year-old whose body never quite aligned with the soul within. Feminine, androgynous, often called a femboy by others, Asahi had lived balancing on a tightrope of identity, misunderstood and mistreated by most.
He coughed weakly, tasting iron. The pain in his chest was dull now—numbed by time, solitude, and inevitability. His phone screen glowed next to him, showing a text he'd never get to send.
"I wish… I could start over. Somewhere I could be me."
A soft chime rang out—unnatural, almost melodic. The air shimmered.
[Request Received.]
[Initializing Rebirth Protocol.]
[User: Asahi Yukimura. Core Traits: Adaptive / Genderfluid / Hidden Potential.]
[World: Elysera—Class S Magic Realm.]
[Unique Skill Granted: Morphic Self – Reshape Body, Voice, and Aura Freely.]
[Support AI: LUX Initialized.]
Rebirth commencing…
The pain vanished. The room fell away. Darkness, then stars. Then—light.
Asahi opened his eyes to a new world.
He lay in a field of glowing grass, beneath a sky that swirled with twin moons and faint auroras. His body… felt strange, but in a way that brought comfort instead of fear.
The air was warm, scented with sweet herbs and distant flowers. Wind rolled over his bare skin, but there was no chill. He sat up slowly, blinking against the soft gold glow of the sky.
His hands were slimmer, more elegant. His hair—longer now—cascaded down his shoulders in silver waves. He touched his face, running fingertips over full lips, a narrow chin, high cheekbones. His reflection appeared in a small pool nearby: beautiful, like an androgynous fae prince—delicately built, genderless and glowing.
Then, a voice echoed inside his mind:
[Welcome to Elysera, Asahi.]
[You have been granted the Unique Skill: Morphic Self. Use this ability to alter your body, gender, or aura at will. You are not bound by fixed form in this realm.]
A warm light hovered before him—an orb with a crystalline core and a soft voice that hummed like a bell.
"I am LUX, your bound System Guide."
He stared in awe. "This… this is real?"
"Affirmative. You have reincarnated into Elysera—a magical realm governed by Systems and Spirit. You are now a Wildborn: one reborn by the Veil with a Unique Skill."
The shock hit him like a second wind. Reincarnated. Into a magic world. With powers. And—he looked down at himself—finally a body that reflected who he wanted to be.
"I can… change everything?" he whispered.
"With practice, yes. Try it. Say: 'Morphic Self – Modify Height, Slightly Taller.'"
He hesitated, then spoke the command aloud. His body tingled faintly, bones stretching ever so subtly. A mere inch, maybe two. It didn't hurt—it felt like water reshaping in a glass.
He gasped. "It worked."
"You may change attributes at will—voice, muscle tone, even aura presentation. Your inner identity will shape your external form. You are free here, Asahi."
His throat tightened. For the first time in his life, the mirror of his existence matched the person inside. It was overwhelming. Tears welled up—but this time, they were from joy.
Just then, a crack of thunder tore across the sky.
The auroras twisted. The moons dimmed. LUX flared protectively in front of him.
"Warning: Spatial anomaly nearby. Dimensional gate detected. Possible hostile summon."
From the forest edge ahead, a glowing rift split open with violent energy. A shadow fell through it—a humanoid shape in obsidian armor, followed by a serpentine beast. Screams echoed from a village just beyond the hills.
"Asahi—battle protocols engaged. You must flee or prepare to fight."
He stumbled back. "I—I just got here!"
"Initializing starter abilities: Arcane Pulse, Mana Shield, Blink Step. Auto-equip: Spiritweave Robes."
Elegant fabric shimmered into existence on his body—form-fitting but flowing, midnight blue with runes glowing like stars. A sigil lit up on the back of his hand: a glyph of shifting lines, his System Mark.
Asahi clenched his fists. The power flowing in him was real. Magic, shape, aura—all his now.
He looked at the rift again. He didn't know who or what he was about to face—but for the first time in his existence, he wasn't helpless. He was whole.
He stepped forward, voice clear and calm.
"Alright, LUX. Let's see what I can do."