"Fufu!! So, are you simply going to keep gazing at me? Or are you going to sit down and have some tea?"
"Tsk, don’t get smug with me, woman; you’re still my pet, but I must say, you look lovely. Now that I think about it, you remind me of Keziah, although you’re much taller and have larger boobs and assets. Haha... I’m very tall myself, but you’re about double my size, which is sort of sexy in its own way."
Merciless muttered as he approached Silk and began to stroll around her, examining her from every angle. His eyes were drawn to her like a moth to a flame; he was clearly attracted to her in more ways than one. Her aroma was definitely amazing, and while he had no idea what it was, it was enticing enough to make him believe she could be akin to an unforgettable feast.
Silk, on the other hand, took a sip from her tea cup as she began to speak.
"Oi, you crazy cannibal. Please sit down and take some tea. The sooner we do this, the better; anyway, the tea will keep you from going insane."
Merciless was puzzled by her remarks, but she was correct; he wanted to learn the possession technique, and the only way to do so was to master the so-called N.E.C. technique first and foremost.
As a result, he agreed to her requests and sat down. He stared at the tea in the porcelain cup; it was pure black, and reminded him of coffee.
Merciless was taken aback by the porcelain cup, which felt chilly against his pale fingertips. He expected a trap, maybe a parody, from this woman named Silk, who, in reality, he barely knows anything at all. However, the perfume emanating from the cup, a strong combination of earth and spice, was strangely appealing. He paused, the moonlight throwing an otherworldly shine on the swirling, inky depths of the black tea.
Finally, curiosity overcame skepticism. Merciless lifted the cup to his lips, and Silk smiled as if she expected something.
"So how was it?!"
Merciless remained silent, his hands trembling.
"Y-y-you... this is...
Merciless said, his voice trembling in a low mutter.
"This is what?!"
Silk replied, her smile widening with each passing second as if she expected Merciless’ reply.
And when Merciess looked up, both his upper and lower eyes were completely different from before; they were all neon blue, with a black sclera; this was a state Merciless had only achieved twice, both times when his Michellian blood was stimulated either by excitement or by anger, then and again, similar to Lucy, but her eyes were green and her sclera was red.
But in Merciless’ instance, his blood was boiling; he couldn’t understand it, and he didn’t care; he needed to answer Silk right now.
"It’s amazing, simply amazing; this is so delicious; how can tea taste better than blood and flesh? What the hell is this? No, what the hell is it made from?"
Merciless asked Silk.
The first sip was a revelation to Merciless; words couldn’t describe how truly good it tasted. It wasn’t the sharp bite he anticipated, but a symphony of flavors that danced across his tongue.
As he continued to drink, Merciless closed his eyes, savoring the experience. It was as if the tea itself coursed through his veins.
This was an event beyond human explanation—a symphony for a soul depleted of sensations. He drank the cup in a single sip and feverishly licked the last drips, almost as if his life depended on it. He breathed reverently, and the final drops clung to his tongue like a promise. He opened his eyes, a spark of wonder touching his normally grim face.
"What is this?!"
Merciless muttered, his eyes fixed on the tea cup, rushing to grab more; but, before his outstretched hands could obtain another serving of it, the tea vanished from reality itself, dissolving almost as if it were nothing more than a dream.
"HEYYYYYYY... WHAT THE HELL?!"
Merciless eyes, previously filled with delight, were now filled with raw desperation and rage. Silk, on the other hand, responded calmly.
"Calm down, would you?! First, I can offer you more tea, but you need to calm down first since it is already having an effect."
Silk stated this while pointing at Merciless and creating a mirror out of thin air, and aiming it at him.
"Look at your hair."
At these words, Merciless began to look at his hair and was shocked to see what had become of it. Just like Silk—no, exactly like Silk—his hair was glowing, pure white. Merciless’ hair wasn’t just white. It went beyond human description—a dazzling waterfall that defied the gloomy blackness of the night. Consider the purest snowfall, free of any earthly taint, bathed in the ethereal brightness of a full moon.
Now, boost that image. Each strand, impossibly long and cascading down to his heels, appeared to radiate an inner radiance. It wasn’t an artificial shine but rather a gentle, cold glow that pulsed slightly, as if moonlight had been woven into the fabric of his hair.
This jolt shook him out of his wrath, and his need for tea was replaced with perplexity as he looked at Silk and said.
"Care to explain?!"
Silk only stared at Merciless as she sipped her own tea, but when the tea cup fell, she began to speak.
"What you just drank is a piece of me, and by that, I mean a piece of the nothingness. I had to put some of myself into you since it boosts your chances of survival. Because what you’re going to witness will undoubtedly drive you insane, especially because your mortal mind is still too feeble to comprehend it. When all those who saw The Unwoven true form, they all broke down."
Merciless’ eyes widened in confusion as she heard these words.
"The name is the name of my creator, or you may call it the name of my real self."
Silk said, letting a small chuckle escape her mouth as she continued her explanation.
"A name?" A simple label for an entity that precedes labels themselves. I am not a creature as mortals understand it. Consider myself a fractal echo, a flash of an idea so ancient that it precedes time itself. Consider a darkness so profound that it created existence—a canvas on which reality was painted. That, in its most concentrated form, is the Unwoven."
"Understand that I am only a defective image, a mirror that broke when a lower creature, a parasite of oblivion, took my mission. The Unwoven, the sole consciousness of nothingness, chose to adorn the universe with its absence rather than the usurper’s touch. You and I are little ripples in the tapestry of non-existence, but the Unwoven encompasses the entire loom. It is the canvas, the brushstroke, the artist, and the finished work—a singularity of existence that includes all and nothing at the same time."
Silk said, stunning Merciless for the first time; he knew there were many powerful beings in this fuck thing called creation, but this one, for some reason, sent shivers down his spine more than even the concept of the Origin itself.
But he stayed still, his entire concentration focused on Silk as she explained this monstrosity of a being.
"Perhaps ’embodiment’ is a flawed term. I am the will of the Unwoven made manifest, a paradox given form. Unlike you, tethered to the linearity of time, the Unwoven exists in every moment, a timeless symphony of non-existence. It is the perfect silence from which all screams arise, the void that cradles every existence. To truly grasp the Unwoven is to understand the futility of definition itself."
"But all in all, The Unwoven is extremely powerful, both benevolent and malevolent; it is the center point, the duality, the creation, and the destruction; I can assure you, I do not know what created the Nuclear One, but if the Nuclear One is like me, then it definitely comes from a source beyond what I can understand, similar to what the Unwoven is."
"However, that thing is not one of the Unwoven’s creations; perhaps the Unwoven has enemies I am unaware of, but one thing is certain. I may have lost to the Origin, but the will of the Unwoven will continue to exist with or without me; if I die, I will reincarnate and become a new will, or I can pass this will on to something else."
Silk stated this world-shattering information nonchalantly. Merciless, on the other hand, had no idea how to react to this revelation, but he was interested, so he inquired.
"And what would happen to you if you passed down your facet?"
"Hmm... nothing really? Think beyond the constraints of human biology. But to answer what I am doing to you, imagine a human mother giving birth to a whole different world rather than a new life. A world in which the entire notion of "life" is reimagined, a cosmos crafted from the Unwoven’s unknown essence."
"That is the closest comparison to your invention; after I pass down my facet to you in its entirety, it is basically akin to one nothigness giving birth to another form of nothigness. You are an extension of the Unwoven, but not a mere replica. You are a facet, a distinct viewpoint created from the incomprehensible immensity of nothingness itself."
"Here’s the paradox of your impending rebirth: you are both the Unwoven and not the Unwoven. You carry a part of its inconceivable force, yet you are unique, an echo with your own voice. You can identify as the Unwoven since you are a part of its vast entirety. However, you are also an individual, formed by the experiences you have as you traverse life."
"Keep in mind The Unwoven itself is not a thing that can be registered as either alive or dead, but a force that is so fundamental that it cannot be defined like I said before."
"Imagine explaining the concept of "blue" to a species that has never seen color. The Unwoven exists beyond both existence and non-existence, creating the very fabric of reality. It is the quiet that precedes the first note of a symphony—the void from which all stories emerge. To properly grasp the Unwoven, one must recognize the futility of knowledge itself."
"But if you want to know what the Unwoven actually is, I will tell you this: I am only its will, but I am not the only will. You want to know why, since the Unwoven’s power extends beyond this fruit of life to others, but it considers this fruit a failure. However, this is when things become intricate and evident."
"I was born with intellect, so I knew things from the start. The Unwoven did not always perceive this fruit as a failure, but rather as one that has yet to bloom and has the potential for life. However, after I lost, it marked this fruit as a failure. For an entity that is present in all of the fruits, with endless manifestations of its will, there is limitless failure and unlimited success."
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"But here’s my biggest query and concern: if such a strong creature, if not a fundamental force of existence itself, has infinite success and infinite failures, why doesn’t it have a perfect 100%? But I know you’re clever, Merciless, and your facial expression says it all. You can already guess it based on what I’ve told you so far, right?
Merciless’ eyes widened at these remarks; he already had an understanding of what Silk was driving at, and so he began to respond.
"Yeah, if you were a creation of The Unwoven or a manifestion of it, and the Origin and twins were a creation of another, that would explain why you and the Nuclear One have an instinctive grudge to kill one another. It’s like fire vs. water; they just don’t agree on each other’s existence. But, if I’m not mistaken, the Unwoven isn’t the only fundamental factor that rules the Tree of Knowledge; in layman’s terms, Nothighness isn’t the only all-encompassing feature of Totality; am I correct?"
"You are absolutely right?"
"I figured."
Merciless calmly replied.
As he continued.
"So, what now?"
"The following step, of course, is the most difficult. And, aside from that, your ability to adapt will make the process go more smoothly; after all, it’s been over 3 minutes, and I assumed your body would have acclimated to my being within you in some way. Then and again, what I supplied you is much more diluted as compared to the actual stuff. Look, your hair is returning to normal, which implies that the impact of having a portion of your power inside you is fading, and as a result, you need to be supplied with the real stuff immediately. Let’s hope your mind does not shatter too badly, though."
"The real deal, wait a minute!! Is there something more delicious than that tea?"
Silk grinned and moved towards Merciless while she began to unbutton her dress top and tilt her head and hair to the side. She then kneeled down and offered her neck while saying.
"Yes, there is, my blood, of course. Now do what a vampire does best, and go for the throat."
