In another world entirely, at a distance beyond comprehension, distance has no meaning

  Aeon Darkis opens his eyes slowly.

  His forehead is covered in sweat, and his face is pale. The st thing he remembers is his usual training in the training ground to refine himself, then he lost consciousness for no clear reason, as that training is not at a level to make him sweat, let alone make him lose consciousness... He checks where he is; he notices he is in his room inside the Academy residence.

  Suddenly, without warning, a flood of pain attacks him—a pain he never imagined existed, let alone experiencing it.

  He wanted to scream from the pain, but he found he could not; every atom of his body was screaming and aching.

  Even his tongue, his throat, and his teeth, every inch of his body was screaming.

  And he couldn't even lose consciousness; it was as if the pain was not on the physical level that the brain recognizes.

  The pain ended quickly after 3 seconds; if it had continued a bit longer, he might have lost his mind from madness.

  Aeon gasps strongly, his eyes wide, his face paler than the paper itself, and his clothes and bed were covered in sweat.

  He checked himself and didn't find anything strange; he was not injured or anything.

  Then he tried, a premonition crossed his mind.

  He shifted his consciousness to his internal soul.

  Quickly, a figure simir to Aeon's figure materialized inside his soul sea.

  It was as usual, calm like a ke, then he turned to see his usual soul rift.

  His eyes widened in shock at what he saw there.

  A ball of pure blue light the size of a house was melting in the middle of his soul rift slowly and gently, repairing the rift slowly.

  He trembled at what he was seeing.

  He felt warmth in his soul.

  Like a void being filled.

  And the rift was like a whale absorbing the light of that ball greedily, which became smaller and smaller.

  Then, with the st breath of the ball, it repaired the rift completely without a speck of void. This process did not st more than 10 seconds, not leaving the shocked Aeon time to grasp what was happening.

  The moment he wanted to step forward and see what was happening, a flood of memories attacked him, and he lost consciousness once again... During his coma, he was seeing glimpses of memories of an infant growing from an infant to a young man reaching the age of 19... He was seeing himself, Aeon, in one of the screens that Alfred used to sit in front of for hours. He watched Alfred praising Aeon to his friends as if he knew him very well.

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  Pov Aeon

  I opened my eyes slowly; my eyes were hiding huge waves of strangeness, but my face was calm as if it were a normal thing.

  I muttered, a bit loudly: "Who am I?"

  Alfred Net from the pnet Earth, a young man who lived 19 years of study, who lost his parents and brother at the age of nine.

  Or am I Aeon Darkis, the son of Duke Darkis?

  Who exerted his blood and sweat to improve himself.

  Who received a special invitation to attend one of the top 4 Academies in the entire Eastern Continent and took first pce?

  Or am I both, Alfred and Net, a third consciousness merging two entities?

  No, that's not true.

  I pause for a long time, my gaze fixed on the ceiling.

  After a period of thinking that seemed to be hours:

  "I am Aeon Darkis, I am sure of this; not a merged consciousness, and not that I became a part of Alfred, but the opposite: Alfred became a part of me, or he has always been a part of me, then returned to his correct pce." I exhaled cold air slowly..