The white-haired, blue-eyed boy never ceased to be amazed. The cube he had possessed for so long held countless secrets he didn't know, but that wasn't the only thing that perplexed him. The actions of his faithful companion D were also a source of astonishment, as it kept giving him one surprise after another.
A clear example was the creature that was originally intended as a gift for the little elf girl. Originally, the creature had been created from the material of the black cube, with a harmless appearance that didn't inspire fear. However, it was actually a specialized murder weapon. The plan was to give it to the girl without her suspecting that her adorable miniature whale was, in fact, a war machine.
Using the DNA of various creatures they had collected, they decided to incorporate that genetic information into the gift. The black cube, which wasn't actually metal but rather extremely durable flesh, seemed capable of storing all that genetic material without any problems. This led them to believe that the cube could, in some form, be a living being or something similar.
The rationale behind this experiment was simple: by fusing those genes, the weapon would acquire extraordinary abilities. That was the initial plan. However, there was one crucial detail: version 1 of the gift would have no soul. It would be just an empty shell, obedient and relentless, programmed with a single command: "Protect the elf girl from all her enemies." Basically, a puppet capable of pretending to be a pet while fulfilling its lethal function.
But D had other ideas. He made modifications and changed the strategy: instead of a simple automaton, he would create an artificial spirit and implant it in the gift. This way, the weapon could learn on its own and become more powerful over time. The project was put on hold, but while the white-haired boy remained unconscious, D continued working in secret.
When the young man awoke, he found that the gift was no longer a harmless whale. It was now version 3: a black-skinned, sharp-toothed monster, with eyes so dark they seemed to absorb the soul of anyone who looked into them. It didn't have legs yet, only small arms and a torso, but its growth was accelerated. It was only a matter of time before it developed limbs or even a tail.
The most terrifying thing was that if version 1 was already dangerous, this new evolution, powered by the womb of the flower with a human face, had reached an unprecedented level. Only one question remained: How lethal could a weapon that had undergone the process of birth become?
The white-haired, blue-eyed boy knew: his faithful companion was hiding things from him. The answers he received were vague, the details intentionally incomplete. But now wasn't the time to demand explanations; at that very moment, visitors had arrived.
And they weren't just any visitors.
They were powerful beings. So powerful that their mere presence made the air tremble, as if reality hesitated to contain them.
The boy gritted his teeth. The questions would have to wait.
'D... Can we win?'
The white-haired boy's mental question was clear: Were they capable of facing the existence before them? Or more specifically, the hundreds of fairies now surrounding them?
D's response was immediate, conveyed with that unwavering calm that characterized him so much:
- DON'T WORRY. WE'RE INVINCIBLE IN HERE. DEATH CAN'T REACH US IN THIS SPACE.
The words echoed in the young man's mind, triggering a mixture of relief and awe. If D was telling the truth, there was nothing to fear. Once again, the black cube proved to be infinitely more valuable than he had ever imagined. At first, he believed it only served to store abilities and defend himself... but now, with this new function, its power was completely redefined.
Certain of his invulnerability, the boy raised his voice. His previously cautious tone dripped with arrogance as he addressed the little fairy who had greeted them:
"Is this how you welcome me? By surrounding me with your best warriors?"
His gaze fell on the most radiant fairy in the group, whose aura made her status clear: queen. She watched him with piercing eyes, as if trying to dissect his essence... but something repelled her. An invisible barrier, a force that not even her power could penetrate.
The queen gave a cold smile before speaking, her voice resonating with blood-curdling authority:
"My daughters aren't here to hurt you. They came out of simple curiosity. After all... it's not every day that such a peculiar being appears. But let's leave introductions alone. There are more pressing matters."
The boy crossed his arms defiantly:
"I'm listening."
The silence stretched for a few seconds, charged with an almost palpable tension, until the queen finally uttered the words that would leave him frozen:
"Tell me one thing, human... Are you an apostle?"
The fairy queen's question was not innocent.
The instant those words, 'Are you an apostle?' left his lips, the atmosphere transformed. The atmosphere was saturated with an energy so dense that the white-haired boy recognized its magnitude instantly: comparable to all the strength he had expended in past battles, but condensed into a single location. Space itself twisted under the pressure, as if reality hesitated to remain intact. This wasn't a casual provocation. This wasn't a simple interrogation. This was a warning.
The fairies surrounding their queen were unfazed by the explosion of power. That said it all: they weren't mere creatures, but monsters in their own league.
The boy couldn't help but admire his strength, but he also coldly calculated the possibilities:
'If I answer yes, they'll tear me to pieces.'
He knew he couldn't die in that space, but the pain... that was inevitable. What was most intriguing, however, was the type of energy the queen emanated. It was almost identical to the one he used to activate the cube's abilities. A coincidence? Impossible.
The queen tried to intimidate him, but she made a mistake:
He fed off that energy. The more power she unleashed , the faster he could absorb it. If they fought, she would be the one to collapse from exhaustion first.
With a cold smile, the boy replied:
"The previous owner of this cube also mistook me for an apostle. Do you want to know what happened to him?"
"Wh... what happened to him?" the queen asked, although something in her voice betrayed that she already suspected the answer.
"I killed him. I had no choice, after all, he was trying to make fun of me."
The silence was a clean cut.
The fairies whispered to each other in horror. Who was this human who dared to threaten their queen? But there was something even stranger: he understood them.
Since when did you speak their language?
The queen's eyes widened. Anger, resentment, bitterness... all of those emotions erupted inside her. For a second, she lost control. And that second was enough. A surge of killer intent escaped her, so palpable that the boy reacted before he could think: he retreated 100 meters in the blink of an eye, as if the air itself had expelled him.
The queen was surprised.
He had felt his death.
From a distance, the boy no longer displayed arrogance. Only an icy seriousness.
"Hey, fairy… you shouldn't have done that."
And then, he murmured a few words that chilled the souls of everyone present:
"Liar's World."
The moment the boy said 'Liar's World', one of the fairies reacted.
A crystalline chant erupted from his lips, transforming into an echo that pierced the air like an arrow. The melody interrupted the activation of the boy's authority, severing his connection to the power before it could fully materialize.
"Stop!" shouted a silver-haired, gray-eyed fairy, smaller and more fragile than the others, but with a determination that chilled the blood. "Mother doesn't want to fight."
The fairy queen looked at her daughter with a mixture of surprise. Something in that tone brooked no discussion.
"Interesting…" the white-haired boy murmured, his eyes shining with curiosity. It was the first time anyone had managed to stop 'Liar World.'
"What did you see, my child?" the queen asked, her voice filled with urgency.
The little fairy did not hesitate.
"If we didn't stop the fighting…" her words cut through the air like a knife, "he would kill us all, one by one. And you, Mother… you would be the last to fall."
A deathly silence fell over the group. The other fairies shuddered, exchanging looks of terror. None of them doubted their sister's vision.
The queen clenched her fists. She knew her daughter was never wrong. If she saw death… it was inevitable.
"He didn't come to harm us," the silver fairy continued, her voice soft but firm. "He's just passing through. But if we provoke him… we'll meet our end."
The queen turned to the boy, who remained motionless in the distance. She scrutinized him with suppressed fury.
'How can this be?'
She was more powerful, she knew. But if her daughter said they would lose… there was no alternative.
The boy, for his part, listened to everything. His plans for a counterattack vanished before the certainty in the fairy's voice.
'Can you see the future?'
That explained his confidence. And if it was true… fighting would be a mistake.
With a sigh, the tension dissipated.
"So… you don't want to face me?" the boy asked, his voice now calm, almost defiant.