A day after Donovan's training, Angelita returned to her modest room and fell asleep almost instantly, curling up like a child who had finally found peace.
Several hours later, her alarm clock—long unreliable and half-broken—screeched to life.
Angelita jolted awake, blinking in confusion as the sound echoed through her small room.
Her hair was a wild, dark mess from sleep, and a faint trace of drool glistened on her lower lip.
Despite her drowsiness, she stretched her arms high above her head, her soft nightgown tightening across her chest as her full, feminine curves moved naturally with the motion. The morning light from the window painted her form in a soft golden hue.
With a sleepy sigh, she rose from bed and stepped into the small living space.
She turned on the tap near the bathroom door, letting the cool water run across her hands and face. The freshness jolted her senses awake.
When she turned off the tap and reached for the towel, she caught her reflection in the mirror—her dark hair clinging to her cheeks, her blue eyes still heavy with dreams.
She smiled faintly.
"Yesterday was… incredible," she whispered to herself.
"The Creator appeared before me. I even gained a new ability… but…"
Her smile faded as a shiver ran down her spine.
"…what I saw from him… was terrifying."
Then Angelita closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to what had happened the previous day.
"I'll help you," he said in a voice that seemed to ripple through the air itself—low, calm, and yet impossible to ignore.
"Not because you asked, but because I simply feel like it."
He took a single step forward, and the world itself seemed to shift around him—light, air, and sound bending to his presence.
"Let's move the plot forward, shall we?"
Angelita stared at him in awe, her eyes widening like a child's as the realization hit her.
"T-The Creator!" she gasped.
Donovan tilted his head slightly, his pale yellow eyes gleaming faintly.
"Oh yes," he said simply. "It's me."
Angelita clasped her hands together, trembling between reverence and relief.
"You answered my prayer so quickly…"
Donovan smirked faintly.
"So, I see you're having trouble with… training."
"H-How did you know?" she stammered.
He gave her a long, amused look.
"Are you really asking me that?"
Angelita scratched her head awkwardly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips.
Her thoughts scrambled:
Y-Yes… it's the Creator. Of course he'd know.
Angelita look into her yard, blinking in disbelief.
The once-barren ground had transformed—lush grass now covered every inch, and vibrant roses bloomed in colors she had never seen before. The air itself seemed to hum with quiet life.
"It's amazing…" she thought, her lips parting slightly in wonder.
"His presence alone turned this dead place into a garden overflowing with roses and light."
Her gaze shifted from the grass to the sky—and instantly, her expression froze.
Her pupils shrank to pinpoints as a massive, jagged crack split open across the heavens, stretching like a wound that revealed the endless void of space beyond.
"C-Creator!" she cried out, her voice breaking with panic.
"What happened to the sky?!"
Donovan looked up, his face unreadable and utterly calm—as if this kind of phenomenon was just a passing inconvenience.
"It appears," he said evenly, "that the continuity of spacetime has been torn."
"Wh-what does that even mean!?" Angelita shouted, her voice trembling.
Donovan turned toward her, his tone as detached as ever.
"Spacetime is the fusion of time and space—one continuous fabric that determines how things move and how time flows. They are not separate."
Angelita tilted her head slightly, her expression half-bewildered, half-fascinated.
Donovan continued, his words carrying an almost otherworldly weight.
"Now that this continuity has been damaged, the fabric itself is unraveling. Time may no longer move forward as you understand it. Cause and effect could cease to exist in sequence."
He paused, his pale eyes narrowing slightly.
"In short, spacetime is negating itself because of my presence."
Angelita's eyes went comically wide—almost pure white—as she clutched her head and screamed,
"Whaaat?! What are we going to dooo!?"
She waved her arms in exaggerated panic, her voice echoing across the transformed yard.
Donovan glanced up again, utterly unfazed.
"No problem. I'll handle it."
He raised his right hand toward the sky.
The air grew heavy—vibrating like the space between existence and nothingness.
The crack in the sky seemed to respond to his will, edges trembling as if terrified of his command.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to close his hand.
As his fingers curled inward, the colossal tear sealed itself piece by piece.
And when his hand finally formed a tight fist, the sky healed completely—restoring the soft blue expanse as though nothing had ever happened.
A deep stillness followed.
Angelita stared upward, her lips parting in disbelief.
Then, all the tension drained from her face. She sank to her knees, letting out a long, trembling sigh.
"Thank God…" she whispered, relief flooding her voice.
"Get up," Donovan said calmly, already turning away.
"We need to talk about what you truly want from me."
He began walking without looking back.
Angelita blinked, snapping out of her daze.
"Y-Yes, Creator!" she yelped, jumping to her feet so quickly that her legs tangled beneath her.
She stumbled forward, fell flat on her face, then scrambled back up—dirt on her cheeks, determination blazing in her eyes—and dashed after him.
Angelita slowly opened her eyes, returning from her vivid memories to the quiet stillness of the present.
For a moment, she simply sat there, feeling her heart race with a strange mix of excitement and nostalgia.
She turned toward the mirror. Her reflection smiled back—bright eyes glimmering like those of a little girl seeing magic for the first time.
"It was… unbelievable," she whispered to herself, her cheeks warming as she remembered Donovan's words, his overwhelming presence still echoing faintly in her chest.
She reached for the tap again and turned it on, letting cool water run through her fingers. Splashing her face once more, she exhaled deeply, her voice determined and filled with quiet resolve.
"Only two days left until the virtual battle," she murmured. "I have to do my best. I won't let the Creator down… not after He's given me His blessing."
Angelita walked into the small kitchen, its modest layout glowing in the morning light. Her mother, Mina, stood at the counter preparing breakfast—the scent of warm bread and herbs filling the air.
Angelita's heart softened.
"Mom," she called gently.
Mina turned with her usual tender smile.
"Yes, dear?"
"Um… where's my school uniform?" Angelita asked, fidgeting with her hair.
"Oh, I left it for you on the clothesline at the back of the house," Mina said, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Okay, thank you, Mom!"
Angelita spun around and dashed toward the door—but her mother's voice stopped her mid-run.
"Angelita."
She turned, startled.
"Yes, Mom?"
Mina tilted her head slightly, curiosity shining in her eyes.
"How did the yard become so green? All that grass and those flowers… we barely looked after it, and suddenly it's blooming everywhere. It's strange, isn't it?"
Angelita froze.
Her eyes went comically white with tension as sweat began to roll down her face.
"R-Really? That's… strange indeed," she said, forcing a nervous laugh.
Mina frowned and took a step closer.
"Why are you sweating like that? Do you have a fever?" she asked, placing her hand near Angelita's forehead.
Angelita jumped slightly.
"N-No, Mom, I'm fine! Really, I'm totally fine!" she said, waving her hands wildly in defense.
Mina looked at her for a moment longer, then sighed softly.
"Alright… if you say so. Just be careful, okay?"
"Yes, Mom. I promise."
"Thank God," Mina said with a small smile. "Have a good day at school, sweetheart."
"You too, Mom!"
Angelita turned and sprinted toward the back door.
The morning air greeted her with a gentle breeze. The yard glowed with dew-kissed grass, roses swaying gracefully as sunlight spilled through the clouds. Birds chirped in harmony, completing the tranquil scene.
She paused for a moment, closing her eyes to breathe it all in.
"So this is what happens when the Creator visits," she whispered. "Everything becomes peaceful… and beautiful."
Her gaze landed on her school uniform swaying gently on the clothesline. She picked it up, holding it against her chest for a moment with a faint smile.
"Well… time for school, I guess."
Angelita hurried back to her room, quickly changing into her uniform. The fabric hugged her softly, the crisp folds of the skirt moving lightly as she adjusted the collar. With one last deep breath, she stepped outside.
The walk to school took nearly twenty-five minutes. The city stirred with life—students filling the streets, laughter echoing from every corner.
Groups of girls wore the same uniform as Angelita: white shirts, dark skirts, and matching ribbons. The boys wore blue jackets with white undershirts and red ties, their chatter adding rhythm to the morning air.
Angelita smiled faintly as she looked around, then focused straight ahead.
"So these are the official uniforms now," she thought with quiet enthusiasm. "That's great!"
And so, after a cheerful morning walk, Angelita finally arrived at the academy gates.The large "WB" emblem gleamed above the entrance like a symbol of pride and prestige, while the academy's flags fluttered gently in the morning breeze.
She stood there for a moment, admiring the sight.
"Another day… another step toward my dream," she whispered to herself with a bright smile.
With that, she entered the academy, her shoes clicking softly against the polished floors as the faint chatter of students filled the air. She passed rows of lockers lined neatly along the hall—each labeled with the students' names and adorned with little charms or stickers that reflected their personalities.
Angelita's gaze moved over them with quiet amusement until her focus returned to her classroom.The small sign read: Class 2-B.
She took a deep breath and stepped inside confidently.Several familiar faces greeted her view—some she remembered from the first day, others still strangers—but at least one person stood out immediately.
"Hey, Angelita! Over here! There's a free seat next to me!"
It was Aurexia, waving her hand with her usual bold grin.
Angelita's expression brightened instantly. She hurried over and sat beside her.
"Good morning! It's nice to see you again," Angelita said warmly."Heh, same to you," Aurexia replied, smirking playfully.
The classroom buzzed with light conversation until the teacher arrived and began today's lesson—an in-depth lecture on "Awakening" and how it manifests differently in each individual.
Angelita rested her chin on her hand, half-listening, half-daydreaming.
"I already know all this," she thought, sighing softly.
As the teacher continued explaining the nature of spiritual resonance and power awakening, Angelita's thoughts drifted again—to Donovan, to his overwhelming presence, and to the mystery of what today's training might bring.
Before long, the bell rang, marking the end of class.Students began packing their things, filling the room with the sound of rustling bags and excited chatter.
Aurexia turned to Angelita with a teasing grin.
"The virtual battle's coming soon. It's gonna be amazing! You'd better watch out, or my spear might be your downfall."Angelita puffed out her cheeks in mock offense."Eh? We'll see about that!" she replied dramatically.
They both laughed before heading their separate ways.Once Angelita left the academy grounds, she began her usual walk toward the forest—the place that had become her secret sanctuary… and where The Creator awaited.
The forest was serene as always. Shafts of light filtered gently through the tall trees, and the sound of birds accompanied her every step. As she walked deeper, the air began to change—dense, warm, and vibrating faintly with unseen energy.
When she reached the familiar clearing, her eyes widened.Donovan was already there—sitting in a meditative posture, motionless, his form enveloped in a vast, shimmering aura that filled the entire forest.
Angelita's mouth dropped open in a comically exaggerated "O," her eyes turning white with shock.
"Wha—!? H-how does he even…?!" she whispered to herself.
The aura flowed outward like waves of starlight, nourishing the land, rejuvenating every blade of grass and petal of every flower. It was as if life itself bent in reverence to his presence.
"Why… why is he doing this?" she murmured under her breath.
A sudden mechanical tone echoed softly in her mind.
— Answer —— The Creator is nourishing the forest with His power, ensuring that life here continues for generations. This sustains the animals and maintains the balance of their ecosystem. —— He also does this to minimize His divine presence, preventing it from negating the natural laws of the universe. —
Angelita jumped in surprise, her hand over her chest.
"Oh, System… you scared me! For a second, I thought my soul left my body again!" she exclaimed dramatically, breathing hard.Then, pouting, she added with a sigh, "Sometimes I forget you even exist, you know?"
The System, as usual, remained silent.
"...Fine, ignore me," she said, crossing her arms. "Thanks for the info anyway."
— Reply —— Anything for you, Miss Angelita. —
Her eyes widened, then softened into a giggle.
"Heh… you're forgiven," she said with a grin.
But before she could continue laughing—A cold chill ran down her spine.
She looked up—and froze.
Donovan, who had been several meters away just moments ago, was suddenly standing right in front of her.His presence eclipsed everything. The air itself seemed to bend under his gaze.
"Welcome back," he said quietly.
Angelita's face turned ghost-white, her eyes shrinking comically as her mouth opened in frozen shock.
She couldn't even speak
When Angelita blinked, Donovan was gone.
Her heart jolted. A moment ago, he had been standing right in front of her—yet now he was nowhere in sight. She spun around in confusion until her eyes finally locked onto him again. He was sitting in exactly the same place as before, the same posture, the same calm expression, as if he had never moved.
What she had seen was real.
But at the same time… was it real? Or had her mind failed to keep up with him?
"Uh… H-How is he doing this…?"
The System responded instantly.
— Answer —
— Unknown
A bead of cold sweat slid down Angelita's cheek.
The System never said "Unknown."
Not since the day of her awakening.
Even though Donovan was the one who awakened her, that didn't mean the System understood him. It didn't even understand a fraction of him.
Angelita swallowed hard, deciding not to question it further. Instead, she focused again on Donovan, still seated a short distance away, lost in thought as if she didn't exist.
"So… shall we start training or—?"
No response.
Angelita's eyebrow twitched.
He was ignoring her. Again.
"Why… why aren't you answering…?"
"Do I need to?"
The voice came from behind her.
Angelita froze.
Her breath caught in her throat. She turned slowly—mechanically—and found Donovan standing only a few steps behind her. He had adjusted his form to match her height, hands folded neatly behind his back, expression unreadable.
Her entire face turned ghost-white in pure cartoonish shock.
"Y-You… you were right there—!"
"Your senses are very weak," Donovan said calmly. "That's why you couldn't detect me."
He had known this from the beginning. Angelita might have new abilities, new potential—but if her senses remained dull, she would never survive long-term training with him. She would never survive anything.
Angelita lowered her head.
"I—I'm sorry…"
"It's fine," Donovan replied. "Because today, we begin training to acquire a skill that will help you immensely."
Angelita's eyes sparkled instantly. Her entire body jolted with excitement, and she bounced in place like a child who had just received a festival gift.
"R-Really!?"
Donovan nodded once.
"Yes. The skill is called… Enhanced Senses."
Angelita tilted her head adorably.
"Enhanced… Senses?"
She tried to imagine what it would feel like—seeing everything, hearing everything, sensing every shift in the air. But she couldn't. Her imagination wasn't strong enough to understand the scale of anything Donovan spoke about.
"So… how do I acquire it?" she asked eagerly.
Donovan watched her for a few seconds, as if deciding how to answer.
"That's easy," he finally said. "But before that, I must explain a few things."
Angelita tilted her head again, even more confused.
"Things to explain?... What are they, my Creator?"
Donovan didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he lifted his gaze to the sky—toward Alpha, the massive moon dominating the heavens.
"There are different kinds of energy in the universe," he began, his tone shifting into that of a teacher… or perhaps a god educating a mortal.
Angelita stood perfectly still, listening.
"And just as energy comes in varieties… so do atoms. In fact, there are thirty different types of atoms that form everything in the universe—and beyond it."
Angelita's eyes widened in awe.
To someone human, the concept was overwhelming. Unimaginable.
But instead of fear, her curiosity only grew stronger.
She pressed her lips together and nodded firmly.
She would listen.
She would learn.
And she would not interrupt her Creator—not even for a second.
"As I was saying… these thirty types of atoms form the foundation of the multiverse. Along with dark energy, they were responsible for the expansion of the universe itself."
Donovan spoke calmly, his eyes drifting back to Angelita as the explanation continued.
"I won't list all thirty, of course. But I *will* tell you the ones you need in order to achieve Enhanced Senses."
Angelita leaned in eagerly, sparkling like a child waiting to hear a secret. Her bright, round eyes practically begged him to continue.
"Really? How—"
"But…"
Donovan cut her off, his tone flat.
Angelita's expression deflated instantly. She had expected this. Nothing with him was ever that simple.
"…the System must first break down those atoms so you can access them. Since these atoms fill the universe and beyond, perceiving them shouldn't be difficult for you."
Angelita's excitement returned at full power.
"So what do I have to do!?" she asked, hopping in place with sparkling anticipation.
"Sit on the mat beneath you," Donovan instructed, "and meditate. Exactly as I was doing."
Angelita glanced down and only then noticed the rug at her feet. She wasn't even surprised anymore—Donovan's abilities made explanations unnecessary. Reality itself bent to him.
She lowered herself onto the rug and closed her eyes, adjusting her posture to mimic Donovan's serene meditation.
At first, Angelita felt the wind brush against her skin. She heard the birds. She heard the rustling leaves. All of it was peaceful.
And…
Within a minute—
She was bored out of her mind.
Angelita cracked open one eye, *just a tiny bit*, hoping Donovan wouldn't notice—
*THUMP.*
A hand struck the back of her head, forming a comically swollen bump.
"W-WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Angelita shrieked, clutching her head and squirming in exaggerated agony.
"I told you to meditate," Donovan said calmly. "Your eyes stay closed until I say otherwise."
Angelita snapped her eyes shut immediately and sat up straight.
No question. No argument. Just pure obedience.
A moment later, Donovan resumed his explanation.
"Now… the atoms you need to perceive are: Infinite Perception Atoms, Advanced Consciousness Atoms, Spirit Wind Atoms, Azure Peace Atoms, and Inspiration Atoms."
Angelita's thoughts spiraled into chaos.
(*I don't understand anything! How am I supposed to sense atoms whose shape I don't know, whose texture I don't know—whose meaning I don't even understand!?*)
Her frustration built silently.
Then the System responded:
— **Answer** — — **Infinite Perception Atoms** allow consciousness to transcend normal perception. — **Advanced Consciousness Atoms** expand the brain's analytical and interpretive capacity. — **Spirit Wind Atoms** heighten sensitivity to movement, vibrations, and speed. — **Azure Peace Atoms** prevent mental overload from excessive information. — **Inspiration Atoms** accelerate adaptation and interpretation of new sensory data.
The explanations hit her like a divine revelation. Angelita raised both hands dramatically toward the sky, tears streaming cartoonishly.
(*Thank you…*)
She inhaled deeply and resumed her meditation with renewed determination.
Hours passed.
Angelita remained still, while Donovan quietly observed her progress. Her senses gradually sharpened. She could hear flowing rivers far away, the distant crash of waterfalls, the movement of animals across the forest and the sea.
She didn't fully understand what was happening… but she knew one thing:
**She was close. Very close.**
Her mind drifted between waking and dreaming. She could still hear the forest clearly, yet she also felt as if she were asleep.
Then— The System spoke again:
— **Report** — — Target atoms have been perceived. — Requesting permission to begin fusion.
Angelita's heart almost leapt out of her chest. She almost opened her eyes, but Donovan's strict voice echoed in her memory.
*Meditate.*
So she answered internally:
(*Yes. Permission granted.*)
The System immediately activated.
— **Answered** — — Beginning fusion. — Analyze.
— Merging Infinite Perception Atoms with Advanced Consciousness Atoms… — **Merged!** — Analysis capacity increased.
— Merging Advanced Consciousness Atoms with Spirit Wind Atoms… — **Merged!** — High-sensitivity vibration detection created.
— Merging Infinite Perception Atoms with Azure Peace Atoms… — **Merged!** — Mental overload protection ensured.
— Merging Inspiration Atoms with all previous structures… — **Merged!** — Rapid cognitive adaptation achieved.
— **Notification** — — Skill "Enhanced Senses" has been acquired.
A massive smile stretched across Angelita's face. Her entire body trembled with excitement, but she held herself still.
She would not disobey Donovan.
"You may open your eyes now."
His voice sent a shiver through her.
Angelita slowly lifted her eyelids—and gasped.
Behind Donovan, a colossal aura surged outward. Black and white intertwining like a cosmic tide, flowing and folding over itself like a living storm of creation and void.
"W-What is that?!" she breathed. "What's behind you?"
"That," Donovan said calmly, "is simply something you can perceive now. Your senses have strengthened."
Angelita looked around.
She could hear waves. She could hear insects. She could hear the faintest tremors beneath the ground.
Everything was sharper, clearer, terrifyingly alive.
"Wait—how long have I been meditating?" she asked.
"About a full day."
Angelita nearly fainted.
"A WHOLE—?!"
She sprang to her feet.
"I'm sorry, I have to go! My mother is going to kill me! I—I'll come back for training again! Thank you, my Creator!!!"
She dashed away at lightning speed, flailing her arms and legs in a completely cartoonish manner.
When she finally disappeared through the forest, Donovan exhaled softly and raised his gaze to Alpha, the massive moon.
(*Well… this will help.*)
He lowered himself onto the ground again, folding his legs beneath him, and resumed meditating in perfect silence.