Life, the Universe, and Everything

Who am I?

As this question arose in his heart, a crystalline silver-white round mirror took shape and floated before the boy.

It looked like an ordinary mirror, devoid of even the slightest flashy rune decoration, yet it exuded an ancient, eternal, Immortal aura, as though it had existed there for endless ages.

The silver-white round mirror reflected the boy's face.

His features were more exquisite and delicate than the finest portrait humanity could ever paint. Semi-translucent pale skin set off his crimson eyes, where wisps of flame burned within his pupils.

Yet compared to such beauty and refinement that could be described in words, what was truly peculiar was the flawless perfection that radiated from this body.

A perfect existence grander and more magnificent than the endless, brilliant starry cosmos, loftier and greater than the morality and ideals of Civilization's countless living beings, containing every possibility in the world.

The only thing this boy, possessed of such Inhuman perfection, had in common with human creations was the doll-like sense of eternal Immortality and lifelessness surrounding him.

"I'm very good-looking."

The boy gazed at his reflection in the mirror and spoke softly.

This was not the confidence of an ordinary mortal. It was an objective fact that was only natural and self-evident, a law of nature even more fundamental than the physical laws of the four fundamental forces.

Of course, his appearance should be perfect.

"Am I Achilles?"

The reflected appearance in the mirror connected with a portion of the memories within his body, allowing the boy's chaotic self-awareness to find a specific point of view.

"If you want to see the world where I am, then keep living."

"Become stronger. Claim every possible future of finite humanity, claim every possible future of infinite gods, and use your thoughts to