Scene – A pure white room. Nothing exists here except two beings—Yatransh and Braba.

Yatransh stands, his silver-gray hair glinting faintly in the lightless void. His golden eyes shimmer with unease, his wheat-colored skin giving him a grounded, mortal presence. Across from him stands Braba, the God of Imagination.

Braba: “Welcome to Eto.”

Yatransh: “…?!”

Braba: “My name is Braba. I am one of the Gods of this world, and it was I who summoned you here.”

Yatransh: “Summoned?! Huh…? Wait! You mean… Isekai? Another world?!”

Braba: chuckles “Isekai? Hmph, if that’s what you call it in your world. For now, you’re in my domain. Let’s step outside of this place and talk where you’ll feel a bit more comfortable.”

Yatransh: “So… if you’re really a god, then when I jumped… did I die?”

Braba: “No. Just before your body touched the ground, I pulled you here.”

Yatransh: “Oh… I see. Another question—if you’re a god, then are there gods in my world too? Who are they? What are their names?”

Braba: “Yes. Every world has its gods. But I don’t know who they are in yours. We do not interfere in other worlds.”

Yatransh: smirking slightly “But you can summon from them, huh?”

Braba: voice sharp, serious “That’s none of your business.”

Yatransh: startled “S-Sorry.”

Scene – The white void fades away, transforming into a simple room with a wooden table and two chairs. Both sit down.

Yatransh: “So why did you summon me here?”

Braba: “You are to assassinate someone. A human.”

Yatransh’s mind races.
(A human? Does that mean there’s a war between gods and humans in this world…?)

Braba: “Look.”

Scene – A magical screen appears before them, glowing with a faint blue border. A recording begins to play.

On the screen, a spirit of blue and green light drifts forward. Suddenly, a reaper attacks, attempting to reap it. But the reaper fails, and instead, the spirit destroys him—only to be reborn on a planet called Elaria.

Braba: “That is your target. A being far more powerful than you can imagine. Your task is to kill it.”

Yatransh: “I see… then will I receive some kind of power or information to help me complete this?”

Braba: “Of course. Here’s what you need to know:
First—We don’t know the spirit’s true identity. Only that it is extremely dangerous.
Second—You will be summoned onto the same planet as it. How you eliminate it is up to you. But I suggest you observe it first. Learn its abilities. Then plan carefully before striking.

One more thing—once the mission is complete, you will not return to your old world.”

Yatransh: sighs bitterly “That’s fine. There’s nothing left for me in that world anyway… I already died there.”

Scene – The recording stops. The glowing screen disappears.

Braba: “Exactly. Another point—you’ll have to find this spirit yourself. I can’t send you directly to it. Besides… in your current state, you wouldn’t survive against it anyway.”

Yatransh: annoyed “How many times will you repeat that?! Then what about my power?”

Braba: smiling faintly “Good question. First, you need to understand this world’s power system. There are two main forces here: Skills and Magic.

• Magic is mostly used for attack.

• Skills are mostly for defense.

But some skills and spells can do both.

Skills are bound to your soul—you’re born with them, and they evolve as your life continues. Magic, however, can be learned, but only after reaching a certain age.

Skills exist in four forms: Normal, Unique, Ultimate, and Manas. Normal skills can evolve into Unique, Unique into Ultimate. Some are born directly as Unique or Ultimate.

And then… there’s Manas.”

Yatransh: “Manas…?”

Braba: “Manas skills are not ordinary. They’re like the ‘Gods of Skills.’ In this world, only four exist. They are so powerful that even the Voice of the World announces when one awakens.”

Yatransh: “I see… So what’s my skill?”

Braba: “You have only one skill. But it’s very powerful if you master it. Its name is: Unique Skill – MATERIAL ART.”

Yatransh: stunned, disappointed “Just one? And you expect me to kill such a powerful being with this?!”

Braba: “As I said, it is unique and dangerous if used wisely. Don’t forget, you can also learn magic once you reach Elaria.”

Yatransh: “Then tell me—how does magic work here?”

Braba: “In this era, beings rely on Magicuel, a natural force that amplifies magic and skills. Long ago, people used only their spiritual and bodily power. But now… everyone depends on Magicuel because it makes things easier.

Still, those who can use magic and skills purely with their own power—without Magicuel—are far more dangerous than the rest.”

Yatransh: smirks knowingly “So the fewer the crutch, the greater the strength.”

Braba: “Exactly.”

Yatransh: “One last question.”

Braba: irritated “How many questions do you have…?”

Yatransh: “This is the last one. Where exactly will I be summoned?”

Braba: “You’ll arrive in the Uselia. There may be slight differences in age or form, but otherwise, everything will remain the same.”

Yatransh: “I see… Then I’m ready.”

Braba: “Good. Then farewell. Oh, one more thing—I will remain in contact with you. I may choose to speak with you at any time.”

Yatransh: “So… I can talk to you whenever I want?”

Braba: firmly “No. Only when I decide to reach out. But I’ll always be watching you.”

Yatransh: nodding eagerly “Yes, God.”

Scene – Braba rises and commands:

Braba: “Transport Yatransh—Elaria.”

A blinding white light engulfs Yatransh, and his body vanishes.

Braba: muttering to himself “…Ah, I forgot to tell him what will happen if he fails… or if he succeeds. Well, I’ll save that for our next meeting.”