NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8 - Master of Eden
Scene 008: Master of Eden
The original novel behind this game, Another World, was written by none other than my little sister, Jung Sora.
“I thought you’d get here sooner, Oppa,” she said, standing directly in front of me in her usual, sloppy tracksuit.
“Hey, you…”
“Why don’t we take a walk? Just the two of us.” She gestured for me to follow.
I glanced at Bella but quickly realized there was no need to worry.
“Relax. This is my place.”
The area around Bella had faded into a dull gray as if time itself had stopped. Everything was frozen—Bella included, locked in a kneeling position.
“Time moves differently here. The past and the future coexist.”
“The past and the future…?”
“Heh, all thanks to my incredible powers. Pretty cool, huh?”
“……”
“Geez, you’re always so stiff. Come on, follow me.” She sounded light, but something felt off. Still, I followed her, knowing that, in this place, her words seemed absolute.
We walked through a vast, dreamlike field of grass. The sky stretched above us, vivid and clear like a watercolor painting. Warm sunlight bathed the scene, and as we walked, my sister began to talk.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you, Oppa.”
“What?”
She suddenly grabbed my arm, giving me a teasing, almost flirty look. It was out of character, and I couldn’t help but frown.
“Hey…”
“Oppa, it must’ve been so hard, being trapped in that body. So sad. But now that I’m here, everything’s okay.”
A profound unease stirred within me—something far deeper than Tristan’s emotions. This feeling was mine, and, finally, I understood.
“Let go of me.”
“What?”
Jung Sora looked at me, puzzled.
I pushed her away, my voice firm. “How long do you plan to keep up this act?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” she asked, smirking.
Sigh. This brat.
“Don’t play dumb. You’re not my sister. You’re an imposter.”
Her smile wavered, her face hardening. That reaction confirmed my suspicion.
“Imposter? Ha! This world was created by me. Here, I am a goddess.”
The temperature around us dropped, frost forming in the air. Even though the sun was shining, I could see my breath. Sora—or whatever she was—wasn’t hiding her hostility anymore.
I chuckled.
“A goddess? Don’t make me laugh.”
It was laughable.
“Maybe you’re a goddess in this world, but to me, you are nothing.”
This so-called divine being, masquerading in my sister’s skin?
“I know exactly what you are. You’re just someone playing pretend with borrowed power.”
Her expression cracked—literally. Thin fissures appeared on her face, and shards of her mask began to fall away.
“I hate you.”
Emerging from the broken facade was a dazzling blonde girl, radiant and flawless like a statue. She looked every bit the goddess—if only her personality matched her appearance.
“If you weren’t related to her, I would’ve killed you long ago.”
“Her?” I scoffed. “That’s what you call my sister? And yet you do such a poor job mimicking her.”
“Shut up! Shut up, you disgusting pig!” she shrieked, her voice high and sharp, like a spoiled child.
The arrogance. This was supposed to be an almighty goddess? I struggled to understand what Sora had been thinking when she created this creature.
“Why don’t you shut up? You’re being obnoxious.”
“Ah! How could the absolute one choose such a wretched thing as her blood relative?”
“What nonsense. I was born before her, you know.”
“Ah, the cruelty of reality!”
She pretended to weep dramatically, but I wasn’t buying it. Getting angry with her would’ve been pointless. If I wanted anything from this so-called goddess, I had to play along.
“Hey. Since you’re supposedly all-powerful, you must know why I’m here, right?”
This girl was the goddess of the world my sister had created. From what I could gather, she worshiped Sora as “the absolute one.”
Annoying as it was, I needed her help.
But she shook her head. “Nope.”
“Even if you ask for something, I won’t help you. Bleegh!”
Sigh. What a brat. “So you’re useless then?”
“W-what? Useless? Me?”
“Yeah.”
Boom!