NOVEL NEXT Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Rose
Kuro instincts, sharpened through years of combat and deception, screamed at him to be cautious, to retreat into the safety of the known. Everything about this situation screamed danger, and his every muscle was on edge, ready to react. Yet, despite the caution that urged him to turn back, something else stirred within him—a flicker of curiosity. Why had he been brought here? What was this place? And why, after all the chaos and confusion, did his mind still want to know more?
He didn't sit immediately. Instead, Kuro stood perfectly still, eyeing the woman warily. He knew better than to trust appearances, especially in a world as strange as this. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides, but he forced himself to keep his movements controlled. He couldn't let his guard down, not even for a moment.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he studied her every move and expression. He couldn't tell what she was capable of, but he had learned long ago that the more beautiful someone was, the more dangerous they often turned out to be. He was ready for anything, whether it was a trap, an ambush, or something else entirely.
The woman tilted her head slightly, her smile widening ever so slightly as if amused by his wariness. A playfulness in her demeanor, a sense of amusement that only heightened his sense of discomfort. The way she looked at him, as though she knew exactly how he was feeling, was enough to make his skin crawl. He was sure she could see right through him, see the truth behind his carefully constructed facade.
"I've been called many names," she said, her voice lilting with an almost playful tone. Her eyes met his, and he felt a spark of electricity between them. Her words felt deliberate, as if they were meant to leave him guessing, to pull him deeper into whatever game she was playing. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "But you may call me Rose."
Kuro's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. The name "Rose" seemed too simple to be anything but an alias. Yet, the way she said it, so casually, so serenely, told him that she was far from ordinary.Kuro felt a growing sense of foreboding as he contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead. He knew that Rose's name was not just a name, but a piece of a larger puzzle. It was a thread he would need to follow if he wanted to uncover the truth of what was happening here. But where would that thread lead? And what would he find at the end of it?
"Why am I here?" Kuro found himself asking, before he could stop himself. The words slipped out, driven by the intense desire to make sense of the situation. There had to be a reason for his being pulled into this strange world, and the woman in front of him was the key to understanding it.
Rose's smile softened, but there was a glimmer of something more in her eyes. She didn't answer immediately, choosing instead to study him for a moment, as though weighing his worth. Kuro felt the weight of her gaze settle on him, like a fine layer of dust that covered every part of him. She was reading him—dissecting him with a precision he couldn't match.
Rose smiled, her expression playful and slightly amused, as she said, "You didn't get here by accident. You were meant to come here. There are a zillion alternate realities, and you just happened to come here, where the Fire Fly is trying to attack. Isn't that a huge coincidence?" Her smile hinted at the irony of it all, as if the absurdity of the situation was both fascinating and somehow inevitable, like a cosmic joke she was in on.
Kuro's eyes narrowed, his suspicion deepening with each passing moment. "And what exactly are you supposed to be, Rose?" he asked, his voice tinged with the skepticism that had been building ever since he had found himself drawn into this surreal, disorienting world.
Rose's smile didn't falter; it only widened slightly, as though she found his wariness both amusing and expected. She gestured gracefully toward the empty chair across from her. "Sit, and I'll explain," she said, her voice carrying an invitation laced with quiet authority. There was no hint of impatience in her tone, but something in her demeanor suggested that Kuro's hesitance was of little concern to her.
Kuro's gaze lingered on the chair for a moment, his mind weighing his options. Despite his growing unease, his curiosity pushed him forward, compelling him to take the seat. As his body lowered into the chair, his muscles remained taut, his posture rigid with caution. His hands, still tense, rested on the surface of the table, his fingers splayed just enough to signal his readiness to react should the situation take a dangerous turn.
Rose, on the other hand, remained perfectly still, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that felt both alien and oddly familiar. There was no judgment in her gaze, only a disarming calm that sent a shiver down Kuro's spine. She was studying him, assessing him, and the weight of her scrutiny made him feel like a specimen under a microscope.
"I am the embodiment of the system," Rose began, her voice smooth and precise, like a well-practiced speech that she had delivered many times before. Her words seemed deliberate, as though each one had been carefully chosen to guide Kuro to the understanding she sought to impart. "In simpler terms, I'm an AI created to guide you, Kuro. Think of me as the voice behind the notifications you've received. Now, I have chosen to present myself to you in this form."
Kuro's eyes widened, disbelief dripping from his voice as he let out a scoffing laugh. "Wait, hold up. You're seriously telling me you're... what? A glorified help desk?" He leaned in, shaking his head with mock incredulity. "And this whole place? Some kinda digital playhouse?" He let out a short, mocking chuckle, his tone laced with amusement and an air of superiority. "Hah, no way. This is a joke, right? I mean, seriously, what's next? A chatbot that thinks it's human?"