Memory

 

When I woke up, I found an unfamiliar ceiling.

 

There you have it—the cliché line of an average Isekai protagonist. Where the fuck am I? Scrutinizing my vicinity, I found a wooden barricade. This must be a crib, and I'm inside it. As I thought, it seems I did become an infant.

 

The dense act was also good, but I already got the gist of it. I’ve read tons of Isekai-genre stories. I can assess my current situation with ease.

 

Hee, heh, ekekekekekke.

 

I laugh maniacally, unable to contain the excitement rising within me.

 

Fuck, finally, my dream Isekai life has come true. This is the best!!! The dream of an Isekai lover! I finally got Isekai'd!!!!!!

 

Hmmm?! As I'm celebrating in my head, I spot weird things in this room.

 

It’s normal….

 

I couldn't find anything weird in this room, which makes this weird. This room was decent; it was complete with furniture. Isn’t this shit also present in my past life?! A frightening thought crossed my head.

 

What if I just reincarnate back on Earth?

 

'Shit, that can’t be!!!! ’  I scrutinize my surroundings with bloodshot eyes, hoping for a sign of another world.

 

But the search comes with disappointment. Common items, wardrobes, bookshelves, and other items that seem antique—all of it was something possible to see on Earth.

 

Damn! Is there anything else? Something didn’t exist on Earth.

 

'That's…'

 

I set my gaze on a bookshelf.

 

‘Wouldn’t work….’

 

The letter looks weird; even so, I don't know every single alphabet on Earth. It's impossible for me to distinguish if that letter exists on earth.

                                                                   

Shit, what if I'm back on earth again? Isn't that just a waste of life? I can already feel tears in my eyes. Yet the pleasant plant around me calms me. There are considerable numbers of plants here, which is not bad.

 

If this is Earth again, please give me a peaceful life like before. Urgg!!!

 

I'm about to give up, until a blinding ray of light assaults me.

 

{Puta! } What heck is that...

 

(An: bitch)

 

Ahhh, apparently—I really got isekai'd...

 

My overthinking comes to a halt as the scenery outside the window flashes before me.

 

What I've found outside is something that can't be found on Earth.

 

A gigantic thing enough to block the sky, hovering above as it moves out. Revealing the source of light, that's why it’s quite dark here. The size of that thing and its shape...

 

Air-ship.

 

Even an idiot can tell it. That thing doesn't exist on Earth. It lacks wings or a balloon, yet it's hovering above the sky. Other factors float beside it. Dragon…Monster? Oh, is that a flying mech? Hmm, hmm, I get it.

 

There’s no doubt about it anymore.

 

{PUTANG INA! }

 

(AN: ‘Son of bitch’ is used to interject joy and excitement in this case.)

 

I’m in another world!!!!!! Hmmm, I think I spat a familiar word? Forget it; all I need is to rejoice in this moment!!!!!!!!

 

Kekeekekekekeekkekkeke.

 

 

After I got exhausted from laughing maniacally, I enjoyed the scenery outside in bliss.

 

I actually went to another world.

 

There's another world; it can't be none. I am glad I never stopped believing that.

 

If my older brother were to know this, he would be envious.

 

Huh…..?

 

I remember him.

                                                          

 

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After racking my brain for a while and citing everything I knew about my brother, and spouting random words—mostly profanity.

 

 

I conclude—I have my memory of him, although I don’t remember his face. I remember mostly everything about him, aside from his name, including mine.

 

It seems the cliché, I can't remember your name, was also applied to me.

 

And how did I die? I don't know. This fucking cliché... but I guess that is something to be grateful for?

 

Apart from how I died, I think I mostly have my complete memory. Thinking about it, I remember 'Earth' from my previous world. But I can’t seem to recall my country back on Earth.

 

I should do some memory assessments.

 

I’m a normal high school student, 17 years old.

 

Spouting some cliché lines, mostly said by a protagonist of some sort, But why do I feel I live longer than that?

 

I'm not really a good person in my past life. I'm neither kind nor a good person. It's neither black nor white; gray is the perfect description for me. I'm a person who will not do any good things and, at the same time, will not do any bad.

 

I have friends despite being slightly introverted. Some of them are extroverts, to be honest. I have average grades but don't like sports. I would rather invest my time in anime-related stuff.

 

I also discovered the greatest creation of mankind at that time: oppai. Wait, that’s not it. Oppai is certainly a good thing, but it is an anime. What I'm talking about is anime. I discovered the greatness of oppai afterward. Why am I talking about that?

 

Weirdly, I'm a perfect package of averageness. Yet there're no ' most beautiful girls in school' chasing after me. Well, I guess it's the protagonist's privilege. It's not something that happens in the real world.

 

It seems my personality is intact. I don't think something has changed about me. Although it looks like I brought my foul mouth into my next life, it can't be helped; it was sharpened by countless bastards in my surroundings. The old habit was the hardest to discard—or was it my personality? Well, who cares?

 

Based on what I remember, my life is only around 17 years old or longer. Despite not remembering how I died, I mostly remember everything, aside from the name of a person.

 

I've had family in my past life. I've got parents and brothers, a chaotic but peaceful, modest life...

 

What should I do? I don't want a new family. I loved my family in my previous life. I don't know if I will be able to accept a new biological parent in this life; it might turn awkward.

 

It's more than enough that I remember them. I'm really grateful. I don't care; I don't have family in this life. I'm more than grateful that I remember them. Really, thank you. My eyes were becoming blurry because of the tears I was trying to hold back.

 

I’m glad my memory didn’t vanish.

 

A memory that will never vanish...

 

Huh? Urg. Intense pain assaulted me as a blurry image emerged in my head.

 

Light?

 

Stay with me forever, please.

 

As those words and bluish light resurfaced in my memory, it finally came to me.

 

Cilestia!!

 

As if to answer my call, a bluish light reveals itself.

 

Good morning…

 

                                                                   ***

 

Mesmerized by the light in front of me, I greet Cilestia as I reach for her with my unfamiliar small hand.

 

She touches my small hand as if it were the gesture of her returning my greetings. A warm, comfy sensation enters my body. There's a strange feeling inside me. It's quite an unfamiliar feeling, but at the same time, it's familiar. Why the heck am I spouting some heroine-like lines?

 

I lower my hand as Cilestia stays near my face. I'm mesmerized by the beautiful light in front of me. I can't move my eyes away from it. Stunning, brilliant light; it's as beautiful as I remember...

 

But did it get bigger?

 

I don't really care at this point. I'm just glad. I wasn't hallucinating at that time. That fucking place is the one to blame. I owe that place a lot, and I'm sure to pay it a lot later. I remember crying my eyes out. What the hell is that disgraceful display? That’s the one thing I want to forget.

 

Because of that place, I think I lost more screws in my head. That place was enough to make me miserable. I felt cringe thinking back to the unsightly things I do.

 

But it’s not all that bad.

 

I retained my past self; my mind was clearer unlike before at that void place. The feelings of loss of existence and uncertainty vanished. Nothing was amiss, as thought I was already completed. Perhaps, I should call this the Cilestia effect.

 

Right? Cilestia…

 

Returning my attention to Cilestia, I notice she's much closer than earlier. It was so close that we'd come into contact at any moment. Maybe this is her response?

 

If not for that place, maybe I wouldn't have met Cilestia now. So perhaps there's a reason to be grateful for that place. I have the feeling that we'll be together for the long run, which is not bad.

 

We’re going to be together from now on, right?

 

Cilestia touched my nose. The same cozy feeling wraps my body. But there's a weird, tingly feeling next to it. I was wondering what this was. This warm feeling inside me... It can’t be ‘that’ right?

 

                                                                   

Anyway, Cilestia’s gesture was enough to make me happy. Now I've got someone to spend my second life with. I’m sure this will be a great isekai life. Even if not, I’m sure I’ll be able to deal with it with Cilestia beside me.

 

Let’s make an unforgettable memory in this world together, Cilestia.

 

Waves of bluish light suddenly emerged around both of us. Though I’m not fretting over it, because I know... I'm connected to Cilestia. The ecstasy that I'm feeling now is unmatched by anything I felt before. I can say I'm

 

I’m truly happy.

 

I don’t know what Cilestia is. But one thing is for sure: I don't care about it. I don't care about anything else. What I know is that Cilestia is important to me. She's the only one who came to me in need at that time.

 

That’s why I...

 

The waves of light in the surroundings and Cilestia, if I think about it, are quite similar to mana. The vibes it gives and the feeling I get are akin to some fantasy anime of some sort. But that's strange; isn't Mana not living? Mana, or what they also call magic power, is a source of magic phenomena, right? It's something that is not alive.

 

Was Cilestia a mana?

 

But I’m sure that time...