Something Falling From the Sky

In Marine Era 1491, on the Grand Line.

On a narrow stretch of sea bordering the New World and the West Blue, within the Calm Belt, three burning meteors tore through the sky.

Gold, crimson, and indigo tail flames ripped through the clouds, descending with divine might onto a lone island.

As the last trace of halo dissipated, a hundred-meter-diameter crater had formed on the northern hillside. Amidst the heatwaves rising from the scorched earth, three small figures slowly materialized.

The red and blue figures were curled up at the bottom of the crater, their brows furrowed as if resisting a terrible nightmare. The golden figure in the center, however, had eyes that fluttered, appearing on the verge of waking.

Indeed, in the very next second...

Its eyes opened, revealing crimson pupils that instantly encompassed the entire blue sky. The unobstructed sky offered no clue as to whether it was familiar or not, but this was clearly an outdoor environment.

The girl lying on her back had strands of hair that cascaded with a radiance like liquid sunlight, casting dappled shadows on her exposed skin.

"A strange sky... uh, not a ceiling." The moment the ethereal child's voice escaped, the blonde girl froze.

Her fingertips brushed against her throat, the sensation like touching the warm sun of early winter, somewhat unreal.

"What happened to my voice..."

This was a timbre entirely different from her own voice in her memory.

Of course, due to the different method of transmission, 'It' didn't actually know what 'its' original voice sounded like, but it was definitely vastly different from this.

Ethereal with a hint of childishness, it evoked the sacred hymns sung by elves, as if capable of cleansing a soul corroded by reality into transparent glass.

This was secondary, of course. The most crucial point was that this was a feminine voice, and a child's voice at that.

A strand of golden hair, glimpsed inadvertently from the corner of 'its' eye, further confirmed this.

This was not 'its' body, or rather, this was not the body of the male human named "You Ling."

Not only that, but the golden figure quickly discovered its second anomaly.

There was no panic, no trembling. The girl was frighteningly calm, as if an ancient rationality was confined within this small frame.

Faced with an unfamiliar environment, an unfamiliar voice, and possibly an unfamiliar world, the consciousness within this body did not experience the slightest negative emotion. This was undoubtedly another piece of less-than-good news.

[My emotions seem to be suppressed, and my sensibility has also dulled. It seems the changes are more than just superficial.] 'It' thought.

'It' moved an arm, feeling no stiffness or resistance, truly like an extension of 'its' own body.

After confirming that the body's functions were normal, the golden figure closed 'its' eyes and began to process the current situation.

[The environment has changed. This is highly likely to be what's called 'transmigration,' but I don't know if it's time travel or space travel, or if this is still Earth.]

[The body has changed. This is either 'reincarnation' or 'possession.' However, I don't feel any other soul in this body, nor have I inherited any unfamiliar memories, so it's hard to say.]

[My personality seems to have changed, but my memories haven't. My self-awareness as 'You Ling' hasn't changed, which is good.]

Thinking of this, the golden figure finally found an 'anchor,' and its brow relaxed slightly.

After all, unlike other transmigrators who immediately know which world they've transmigrated to, or those who possess a body and inherit the previous owner's memories, or are even given a so-called 'system' as a guide.

'My' transmigration was truly a shot in the dark; everything was unfamiliar, both inside and out. 'I' could only use the sole confirmed memory belonging to 'You Ling' as a starting point.

After briefly assessing 'its' own situation, the golden figure noticed the two small figures, one red and one blue, still unconscious on the ground.

As 'its' gaze fell upon the two unconscious individuals, a strange resonance from the depths of 'its' soul told 'It' that these two were also [You Ling].

[This is truly incredible.]

The feeling of "seeing two other versions of oneself" was peculiar.

Looking at the familiar red and blue color scheme of these two little ones, 'It' lifted a strand of 'its' brilliant golden hair with a finger, bringing it close to examine it carefully.

The texture and feel were unlike ordinary hair; warm and delicate, like flowing gold.

[Gold, red, and blue.]

These three highly suggestive colors made 'It' almost immediately associate them with a single word, coupled with what 'It' was doing before transmigration...

[No, further verification is needed.]

'It' released 'its' grip, letting the hair fall back onto 'its' body. The complete sensation caused 'It' to unconsciously lower 'its' head, revealing 'its' naked body.

Without any shyness or other emotional reaction, 'It' intuitively began to channel the unfamiliar power within 'its' body.

Golden divine power transformed into a pure white dress adorned with golden patterns. A golden wing-shaped hair ornament formed behind the left ear, gathering the hair. All of this happened as naturally as breathing.

Having completed this, the golden figure bent down, picked up the other two small figures one in each hand, leaped lightly out of the impact crater, and then turned to look around, as if searching for something.

As 'its' gaze settled on a large, smooth rock beside 'It,' 'It' gently placed the two small figures it was holding down and placed 'its' hand on the rock.

Then, with a movement of 'its' consciousness, a strand of golden flame appeared out of thin air, slicing the large rock horizontally.

The rock's surface, already smooth, became mirror-like after being cut by the high-temperature flame, reflecting 'Its' current appearance.

[As expected. At least now I can confirm the matter of the 'body.']

The rock's mirror surface reflected a face that [You Ling] was very familiar with—the anthropomorphic version of The Winged Dragon of Ra, which he had personally created.

And compared to the inherent flaws in detail found in figurines, this face now was absolutely flawless from any angle.

However, compared to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old appearance of the original figurine, this face now looked noticeably younger, around ten years old.

[Did the physical appearance becoming younger happen because the soul was divided?]

Feeling her body had become significantly smaller, the girl suddenly remembered the tearing sensation of her soul before she lost consciousness. Combined with the two 'You Ling' lying at her feet, she understood everything almost instantly.

The golden figure glanced again at the other two small ones she had placed by the rocks. Just as she had expected, they were very "familiar," and even younger, perhaps around eight or nine years old.

Yu-Gi-Oh!, transmigration, soul tearing, splitting into three, Three Phantom Gods, figures...

"A man named 'You Ling' transmigrated while playing Yu-Gi-Oh!, his soul split into three and merged with the powers of the Three Phantom Gods, and with figures as the base bodies, he reshaped bodies that matched his soul.

Then 'I' inherited one-third of the power of 'The Winged Dragon of Ra'," the golden You Ling deduced.

Undoubtedly, this was the correct answer. The perfect body, reshaped to accommodate divine power, naturally possessed a matching mind and talent.

She checked herself all over. She didn't find any strange things like wings or a tail growing on her body, nor did she have those tattoo-like energy strips. Her entire body was clean, which made her slightly satisfied.

After all, although the original figures You Ling sculpted were primarily humanoid, they still incorporated some features from the card art.

For example, her Winged Dragon body had wings, a tail, and a divine halo.

While these unfamiliar "attachments" looked stunning, for someone who had been a normal human for over twenty years, she would inevitably feel somewhat unaccustomed to them.

[By the way, if this body can continue to grow, will those things also grow? Or can they be controlled freely?

If they can be controlled, will I be able to fully "Phantom God-ize" and become the original form of The Winged Dragon in the future...]

Having resolved one major question, the small figure's mood involuntarily lightened a bit, but she immediately fell into other, increasingly strange thoughts.

Meanwhile, the other two smaller figures also began to stir slowly, and soon both woke up with a start.

"Sky Dragon, did you betray me again?! Quack! No, don't shoot me!"

"Ugh, Obelisk! I didn't mean to use you as a sacrifice!"

The two small figures, one red and one blue, practically sprang up, sitting up abruptly and clutching their chests in shock.