Laplace'S Story In Another World
I'll Always Be by Your Side...

In an unknown place

This is a place that doesn't exist anywhere else. A world that does not exist anywhere else.

Released from a concept known as 'time', the place has no morning or night, sun or moon. Only a pale aurora illuminated the sky.

There is no change in this world. His vast sea did not know the waves, and the clouds in his sky did not know the flow. Unable to see the moon or the stars, the man who inhabited this world was somewhat regretful.

That's why the man closed his eyes. When he did, he could see memories of the days he had missed so much. There's alot.

He was extremely proud of his past, even after repeating it thousands and tens of thousands of times, he was still not bored.

As usual, the man turned his head to the right, to the left, down to the earth, up to the sky, confirming that nothing was wrong when his eyelids were closed. Then, he began to see the dream, a ghost known as the 'past'.

Now, for his honor, something needs to be said.

This was really the only thing left for him to do. To fight, heal, grieve or be angry – this is no longer necessary for him.

Is that boring? He can only agree.

Does it hurt? He will likely deny.

As usual, moments from his past would be projected into his eyes, clear and different. His past was short and hence, the scenery was always clear. They will never fade – never tainted – and will never be a fog.

To repeat once more. . .no change in this world. The wind does not blow, the waves do not break. It's just a static place.

That is why, if change were to occur in this world. . it would definitely be a nuisance coming from outside.

"Heyy's awake"

The man opened his eyes. Seeing something unbelievable, he froze. How long had it been since his emotions had swayed so much?

He saw someone he missed so much; someone he loved so much; and someone he knew so well in his first life.

"It's been a long time . "

She smiles. The man felt as if his brain was jolted, and the sensation made him open a mouth from which words no longer appeared.

A beautiful girl was there, her hair soft as the spring sunshine.

The man knew him well. Every time he closed his eyes, he would appear. He would never mistake her for anything else. But why is he here? Why is he here.. . . here, where he should never have been?

The girl's eyebrows were knitted in grief, and she gently touched the man's face with her hands.

His finger, pointing as if in a meeting, made the man let out a voice of joy.

"So many wounds ... alone, in this world."

"It's my fault." the girl muttered sadly.

"You don't have to worry. It is a peaceful world. No immortality, no boredom, no despair, and no fear." Reply to the man while looking far towards the horizon.

"I'll never leave you alone again. I will always be by your side." The girl made a firm statement.

Slapps

Slapps

Slapps

"Huhh?? Just a dream..."

But he had just dreamed of the girl. And maybe his dream will come true.

The man could not hold back his happiness.

The world will change.

Time will keep going.

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—The world is beautiful, someone once said.

The white clouds were changing infinitely, the sky was sea blue, the old trees were emitting a sense of purity, new shoots filled with bursting vigor… Such a form of natural beauty need not be doubted. But even the big cities where humans continue to struggle to live are filled with man-made beauties that hide their vices.

The world is not soft or easy. Instead, the sheer rigors of simply surviving are a natural part of the world. Herbivores are eaten by carnivores, carnivores are defeated by human weapons, and humans are defeated by something Anomaly. Even the anomalous things were defeated by ordinary humans. The winners end up being the losers, and are always faced with the cruelty of a world full of despair.

There's crime. It's good too. There is also something gray, where good and evil are unclear.

And even so, the world is beautiful.

Life is happy because life. There was no beauty or ugliness in it; there was only real sweat and effort. As long as people do not arrogantly show off the fact that they exist— in other words, as long as they continue to choose to live.

The world will be beautiful forever.

While basking in the fleeting and warm twilight light.

Someone is praying...

—This world is ugly, someone once stated...

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good is unattainable, and pure evil is destroyed. And these two extremes always don't match each other. There are still some evils in the good world. That's how the world is, and that's what keeps creating bad things. Evil scorns good, and good rages on evil. But, in a world where good and evil are at odds with each other, there are far more groups that are always emerging.

It was 'gray'. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life carelessly and exists only. They do not believe in kindness and are only proud that they are not evil. Although they justify evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that 'I am not evil, I am a good person' and forgive all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people for humiliation. They kill people as part of the game. They use the excuse that they can't resist their desires—That's how human. That's how the world is.

Yes—the world is so ugly. Not tinged with good or falling into evil. Unable to decide the color, people's desires continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and foul smelling corpses were not destroyed.

The world will continue to rot forever.

While encased in a mist like a curse in the darkness that froze to its core.

Someone concluded so...

Sorry if there is a word that is difficult for you to understand ... This is my first time doing a Fantasy novel

So, there may be mistakes and words that are difficult to understand...