Forced Transmigration
2 - World Border

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Cona was speechless looking at the figure of the young man in a black-silver robe in front of him. The young man smilingly looked at Cona and walked over to her while slowly peeking at the back of Cona's right hand. The girl was startled and immediately withdrew her hand with a face met due to the sudden action of the young man in front of her. The young man's heterochromia (different-colored eyes) eyes were slightly gleaming with a face dangling a smile, back backwards and standing upright staring at Cona.

“Where is this? Am I dead?”

Cona asked staring at the surroundings.The robed young man nodded. Cona fell silent and looked back at her two legs which she could now feel and smiled slightly.

“Only that? You accept that you're dead?”

The young man's voice sounded dissatisfied and looked at the calm-looking astonished Cona.

“I'm more afraid of losing someone than death. Because I have lost my family so death is not scary anymore,” replied Cona staring at the fingers of her feet that moved as she wished.

The robed youth smiled and spread out his silver-black robe, immediately the surroundings turned into a colorful flower field. Cona was blown away gazing colourfully before her eyes, her feet stepping and touching the soft grass beneath.

A few butterflies flew around her, the girl plucked one of the lavender flowers and smiled widely. The figure of the young man behind her smiled and drew closer towards Cona, patting gently on the girl's shoulder and whispering right in her ear, “Are you happy, Miss?”

Cona nodded and kept a little distance. The young man chuckled and looked at Cona with a serious face. The surrounding atmosphere instantly changed and Cona looked at the young man beside her who now displayed a flat face.

“I don't have much time. But there's a task you have to complete, Miss. I hope you are willing to do it.”

The young man's voice rang out and reached the ears of Cona who was looking at him in wonder.

“You are the chosen soul Miss therefore you have to finish the endless story. You should look for the best ending to this story and the world.”

The young man spoke and looked at the silent Cona. A gust of wind blew away some flower petals around them. Cona frowned at the young man's words, and began to think.

“What is a story in the novel The Way of Destiny?” cona asked and the robed young man nodded slowly, looked at Cona and flicked both of his fingers. The book with the brown cover by the friend was in the hands of the young man.

“Actually I only intend to ask you to complete it in your world. However, that witch ... instead killed you so I have no choice but to bring your soul in and finish all her stories,” the bright young man glanced at Cona who remained silent.

“You've read it right, Miss?”

The young man asked again as he turned the pages of the book with a brown cover in his hand. Cona nodded slowly staring at the novel that was inside her bag when the accident happened.

Cona was silent for a moment and sighed feeling that he was unlucky because instead of meeting his family after the death of the girl he had to enter another world. Cona nodded and looked at the cloaked young man in front of her who was now smiling then closed his heterochromia eyes and began chanting incantations that Cona did not understand. The silver light from the spell circle was present under Cona's feet and her brown eye bead stared at the robed young man in front of her who was now opening his eyes.

“I hope you can solve everything, Miss. Our world is already dying and only you can help.”

Cona nodded back. The young man again dangled a smile and whispered softly as the silver light further inhibited the visibility of the two.

“There is a surprise for you and it's a gift from me. Thank you for your kindness, Miss.”

The young man bowed as a sign of respect, Cona who was about to ask the meaning of the sentence complained stifled as the silver light obscured his gaze and drew his consciousness towards the darkness. In a silent sense Cona's ears faintly began to catch the sound, the heavy voice of a young man who kept calling out someone's name. A name that the girl did not recognize.

Cona started to feel her fingers, her other senses also started coming at her and the girl started to open her eyelids slowly. Adjusting her eyes to the wooden ceiling above her Cona flinched and got up to sit. The girl groaned as she felt pain all over her body and the stifled voice of someone resuscitated her.

The girl turned her head to look at a young man with black hair and teary navy eyes. The young man in front of her rushed to hug her body tightly and Cona felt her shoulders get a little wet. The girl looked around confusedly, a small but warm wooden house, a wooden bed with a thick blanket and a burning fireplace and the young man hugging her tightly. Cona's fingers moved and stroked the young man's back trying to calm him down. The young man got up and looked at Cona with his face, while the girl was confused by the situation before her.

“Something hurts, Daughter? Is it still dizzy? Or the bandage is less comfortable?”

The young man asked as he sat on the wooden chair beside his bed and looked at the worried Cona. The girl shook her head slowly and smiled awkwardly, her head kept thinking about the circumstances that were going on, the girl needed information that supported her to survive.

The young man in front of her nodded and smiled, patting Cona's head slowly and coming out of the room the girl was about to cook dinner for the two of them. Cona nodded and returned with a smile. Her head began to throb pain from sitting for too long, the girl decided to lie down while waiting for the young man to return.

“What happened? Where else is this? Who is she and who am I?” tanya Cona raised her hand towards the sky. Her skin was pale even her wrists looked small, Cona glanced at her thin-looking body and grabbed onto her shiny, silky back black hair.

“Smooth once .. I became envious ... What shampoo does the owner of this body use? Even my hair in the previous world was not this smooth,” muttered Cona continued to gently wipe her hair. The smell of cooking began to be smelled by his sense of smell making his stomach rumble with hunger.

Cona sighed staring at the wooden ceiling above him. Her body felt weak and the girl only realized there was a bandage wrapped around her right leg that made it difficult to move. Cona began to think about the fate of the black cat he was about to save as well as the black figure who grinned as he was dying. Including the young man with heterochromia eyes who offered him life in another world, charming brown and silver eyes, and the behavior of the young man who suddenly kissed the back of his hand made Cona red again.

Cona exclaimed softly and hugged his pillow trying to remove the shadow of the black-and-silver-robed young man from his memory. The girl turned to face the window of her room adorned with blue orchid flowers and a small black figure that disturbed the beauty of the orchid.

“Thank God you arrived safely, Miss.”

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