Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Green's gaze turned slightly cold, his eyes fixed on Pandora's composed face. His tone was direct and sharp, piercing through the other woman's carefully concealed thoughts:

"I'm curious, what little scheme are you plotting now?"

He never readily believed anything Pandora said; this woman always wore a veneer of gentle indifference.

Even if someone is speaking seemingly selfless words at this moment, it is impossible for them to be without any ulterior motives.

Pandora met his scrutinizing gaze, her usually calm eyes now displaying a rare, undisguised serenity.

She suddenly raised her arms slightly, and the plain-colored skirt slowly spun in a faint arc in the void.

She turned around with light steps, her movements as gentle as a feather swaying in the wind, without the slightest hint of aggression.

She turned and stopped, looking up at Green, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips, her voice almost ethereal:

"What threat can my crippled body pose to you?"

But Green remained silent, his wariness undiminished.

Pandora didn't mind his aloofness. She slowly suppressed her smile, and her eyes became extremely serious.

"However, I do have a small request."

"If you manage to find a trace of Oed Ragnar's soul by opening that door, I beg you, please preserve it at all costs."

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched gently, and in her eyes was a stubbornness and devotion that had not faded over the long years.

"If you truly wish to create a new world, that person will surely be of help to you..."

After she finished speaking, she stood quietly in place, saying nothing more, letting Green scrutinize her, completely resigned to her fate.

All traces of his usual scheming and cunning remained, replaced only by an obsession with the remnant soul of the world's will and a desperate, all-or-nothing honesty.

Green turned his head to look at Emilia beside him, gently reached out and firmly held her slightly cool fingertips.

The two walked side by side through the sea of ​​flowers swaying gently in the wind, petals fluttering down onto their shoulders, as they made their way to the deepest part of this floral paradise.

The surrounding atmosphere grew increasingly calm, and one could faintly sense the subtle pulse originating from the very source of the world.

Green walked slowly and spoke softly, "Have we arrived, Leah?"

Emilia gripped his hand tightly, her purple eyes fixed on the faintly visible doorway appearing in the void ahead, and softly replied:

"Yes, Green, the door is right in front of us."

Green nodded slightly, his voice deep yet clear, carrying a particularly firm tone amidst the tranquil sea of ​​flowers:

"Open it."

Emilia did not hesitate at all and gripped his hand tightly in return.

The warmth from her fingertips dispelled all her unease, leaving only complete trust and courage. She softly replied:

"Okay, I'll open it now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly released Green's hand, steadily raised her right hand, and reached towards that invisible door.

A faint silver holy light gathered at her slender fingertips, a pure radiance that resonated between the elven warlock and the origin of the world.

The next second, a crystal-clear key engraved with delicate elven patterns slowly appeared in her palm.

This key has no physical form; only Emilia can clearly perceive its existence.

The flowing halo resonates with the pulse of the world's roots, as if it were born to belong to this hidden door.

Not far away, Fortuna watched the two figures resolutely walk towards the door. Her heart tightened, and she subconsciously took a step forward, her lips slightly parted, her heart full of worry and dissuasion stuck in her throat.

This door, connecting to the roots of life in the world, is a secret that their elven race has guarded for generations.

The clansmen have protected it with all their might for generations, never daring to open it lightly.

The primordial power of the world hidden behind the door is too dangerous; the slightest carelessness could cause a cataclysmic upheaval in the world.

She watched as Emilia raised her hand to gather holy light, about to touch the forbidden door. In her haste, she wanted to speak up and stop her, wanting to tell her the warnings that had been guarded for generations.

But just as she was about to speak, the magic mirror she was holding in her palm suddenly emitted a soft white light.

A gentle yet somewhat weary voice slowly emanated from the mirror, precisely reaching her ears.

"Take a rest, Miss Fortuna."

That was Jules' voice, devoid of its former mania and pain, now carrying a sense of relief and comfort.

It was light and airy, yet it instantly soothed Fortuna's anxiety.

"Let the young people handle the troublesome matters; they have their own missions and choices to make."

Emilia was completely immersed in the resonance with the origin of the world, and the elven key in her palm emitted an increasingly dazzling silver light.

With clear eyes and without the slightest hesitation, she slowly aligned the key with the invisible keyhole on the void door.

hum!

The moment the key and lock clicked together, a deep and resonant hum suddenly filled the air, as if it had traveled across billions of years and came from the very depths of the world's origin.

The door slowly opened inwards, the gap widening.

A vast and desolate aura swept over them, the weary breath of an aged world, yet also containing the purest life force, swirling and dancing around the two of them as flower petals rose and danced.

Green instinctively tightened his grip, firmly holding Emilia's hand again, their fingertips intertwined, conveying their steadfastness and strength.

"Let's go, Lia."

He glanced at the girl beside him, and their eyes met. Without saying a word, they understood each other's resolve.

Without pausing, Grimm slightly turned to protect Emilia, and the two held hands as they slowly stepped through the door that connected to the origin of the world.

The moment you step through the gate, the freshness and tranquility of the flower sea outside are completely shut out.

The world behind the door was shrouded in a gray haze, with a thick, almost tangible fog permeating every inch of space.

All that could be seen was a chaotic, dark white, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Without sunlight, without life, only an inescapable sense of decay and desolation shrouds the entire primordial space.

The two tightened their grip on each other's hands and walked slowly through the thick fog. Before long, a faint but determined ray of light pierced through the fog and came into view.

It was an incredibly huge ancient tree, its trunk so thick it could not be measured, its bare branches stretching towards the hazy sky.

There wasn't a single green leaf, only the core of the trunk, radiating a faint yet persistent warm light.

Countless complex roots extend from the base of the tree trunk, like a giant python awakening, surging and weaving wildly through the ground and the void, wantonly preying on the sparse life energy in the atmosphere.

Each wriggling movement was accompanied by a subtle hum of energy, like a dying person desperately grasping at the last vestige of life.

This was the lifeblood that sustained the entire old world, but now it has long lost its former vigor and is left only with morbid plunder, desperately trying to maintain the world's last vestige of existence.

Emilia leaned close to Grin, her purple eyes gazing at the surging roots and the somber ancient tree, a pang of sadness rising in her heart.

She could feel the ancient tree's pain and exhaustion, a lament that shared the same origin as the world. She gently tightened her grip on Green's hand, her voice trembling slightly:

"Grimm, is this... the origin of life in the world?"