Bleary-eyed and with an unpleasant hangover, Ats hobbled over to his fridge.

  He didn't he fridge. He just wanted some sense of familiarity in his new life.

  "B Vitamins… Eggs…" Ats mumbled to himself, eyes half-closed, his body moving at a quarter of its usual speed. "Need sustenance. Recharge the battery…"

  Strange. No fluttering wings.

  Ats half-expected it and dreaded it, but as he cooked up his breakfast like a normal human, the silence remained.

  Toast, eggs, and brown tea. Not sweet tea, not coffee.

  The quiet stretched on as he ate, sipping his tea bit by bit. Memories of the magid fe system slowly returned.

  'Shit… I upset Wisp,' Ats thought, grimag as he lowered his mug. 'It's not gonna be happy with me… Shit, I'm not happy with myself after that.'

  The all-too-on feeling of 'I did something stupid' hit him- an old, familiar sensation from drinking.

  Ba Earth, he would have just shrugged it off and vowed to do better. But here, it felt different. There was guilt. Shame. There was no esg his as.

  Sighing, Ats finished his tea and brewed another before stepping outside. The moment he did, he spotted Wisp fluttering around where his CDIM would normally be.

  "You better sit as you are if you wao help you anymore!" Wisp angrily chirped.

  "I'm sorry," Ats apologized, setting his mug down and sitting seiza-style, his head hanging in shame. "I was just stressed out from this whole ordeal- this god task- and I was missing my old life…"

  "You missed your mundane life clog in for someone else's be?" Wisp fluttered angrily over him. "Lies, Weaver Ats! You ck self-trol! Self-discipline!"

  "Not really… Who else has to deal with this sudden experience?"

  Wisp pulled at his hair, making him wince. "You blew up the Fene system for some stupid, mediocre, barely sustainable, outdated gimmick system that will bee irrelevant the moment you advao the space age!"

  "And with toys made fod like a child," Wisp pecked Ats's head in frustration. "You nearly fried your arm! You could have injured yourself- and me- beyond the system's repair!"

  "I'm sorry…" Ats closed his eyes as Wisp's angry rant tinued.

  He couldn't fight back. The bird was right. He was wrong.

  All he could do for the several hours was meekly accept its berating.

  He wasn't about to piss off the ohing that was actually helping him survive- something he had finally e to terms with… in the worst possible way.

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  Blood dripped from Ats's forehead after hours of being poked and yelled at.

  'Ah… Twenty-two years waiting to be angry with me… that's a long time to hold a grudge,' Ats thought. It was both shog and impressive at the same time.

  His gaze drifted to Wisp, sipping on a Coke through a straw. For a brief moment, he thought about the old ohat had literal coe in them.

  Payback, despite being in the wrong, crossed his mind as his head throbbed from Wisp's stant attacks-but he kept it as a normal Coke.

  'Would coe even affect it?'

  Wisp tinued sipping, bug-eyed with enjoyment, but still carrying that lingering air of frustration. It wasn't something a mere Coke could dissipate in one go. From his iions with Wisp, Ats had learhat merit- not sweets- was the key to smoothing things over.

  At least, that's what he assumed.

  "Those four lost specials- are they because of the Bck Primordial Dragon?" Ats asked, wiping the blood from his forehead.

  "Yes," Wisp chirped curtly. "Brilliant observation."

  "..."

  "Erm... You said the current fe system is outdated? Why? There are plenty of refereo cybs and robots created artificially with magic. Mechas, golems, even some space-"

  "It's sed-rate," Wisp sighed. "Don't get me wrong, in the early stages, it's a powerful system. And ter on, it add unique buffs to your strategies. But if you're designing a universe that expands beyond a single p-"

  Its eyes narrowed.

  "Which I doubt you'll manage if you keep drinking like that- theary ons will render armor obsolete."

  "Sure, there will be goliaths in space, enhanced super-beings even- but on a macro level, armadas of spaceships and armies will outweigh single units."

  "That... doesn't feel right? What if you have a unit that EMP hundreds of ships at once?"

  Sn, Wisp shook its head. "If you have something like that, and swords and armor are still relevant, I'd be surprised."

  "The fe be adjusted for future teologies though, 't it? I have multiple fes depending on the era?"

  The obnoxious 'I'm right' slurping stopped. Wisp tilted its head. "I've personally yet to see a Weaver design anything beyond mere swords and armor."

  "But have others do?"

  "…Yes, but the mastery and knowledge required would take turies to desighings from scratch."

  "Who said it o be doirely from scratch? We have a god system, a cheat system. Also..." Ats tilted his head. "You just brought up something I've been w about."

  "Yes, Weaver Ats?"

  "Has my life beee all? Or is it still as long as a normal human's?"

  "What do you mean? You've been alive for over five hundred years now."

  "Yes," Ats frowned. "But I've been asleep for y-nine pert of that. I mean in normal, retive terms. If I lived a standard sixteen-hour waking cycle, sleepi, for- I don't know- normally sixty to eighty years, I'd be dead. Has it ged? Will I live for hundreds or thousands of years?"

  "As a Weaver, your soul is eternal until we say otherwise. Your physical body is just a vessel. It doesn't matter. Right now, its aging process is frozen, so you need not worry."

  Ats let out a breath as both relief and utled within him. He was eternal? As long as he didn't piss off the "system"- or whoever Wisp reported to. So not really eternal.

  Another question tickled the back of his mind.

  Has anyone ever rebelled against the system?

  If so, where were they now? Was he just another unit like the ones on his p? Easily erased with a few button presses?

  A shudder ran through him.

  It was a harsh revetion to realize how insignifit he had been before being a Weaver. And now, even as a Weaver…

  He was still insignifit. And he khe questions stirring within him were dangerous to his health.