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Chapter 1 – Rewriting a New World
Akira was an ordinary sixteen-year-old Japanese boy, except for one small detail: his mind was a veritable warehouse of pop culture. Manga, anime, movies, TV shows, comics—he devoured everything with a voraciousness only true otaku could understand. At that moment, he was reclining on his bed, the final volume of Bibliomania resting open on his chest, his eyes tracing the last pages with a mixture of fascination and melancholy.
"What a manga full of twists! Who would have imagined that the protagonist was also the entity that exterminated the human race?" he murmured to himself, closing the book with a satisfied sigh. The cover depicted Alice, the enigmatic girl in the dark dress, whose eyes seemed to contain entire libraries.
"She also has some seriously overpowered abilities. One of them is a lot like Alucard's: sacrificing a soul to come back to life. Bizarre and brilliant at the same time."
The story was short but dense, like a dark poem. Akira set the manga aside and stretched his arms, feeling his stomach rumble in protest.
"Now I'll check the cupboard to see if there's some instant ramen waiting for me."
He padded out of his room barefoot, his feet gliding over the wooden floor of the hallway. The walls were lined with framed photographs: pictures of a happy family, smiles frozen in time. When he reached the kitchen, he opened the cupboard with the hope of finding a packet of instant noodles.
Empty.
"Crap! No ramen. Guess I'll have to go buy some."
Grumbling, he changed his clothes—a worn pair of jeans and a black T-shirt printed with an anime character—and slipped on his sneakers. The house was modest, typical of a quiet suburb in Japan. The afternoon air was cool, carrying the distant scent of cherry blossoms.
As he walked along the sidewalk, lost in thought about the ending of Bibliomania, a thunderous noise tore through the quiet. The sharp screech of tires, followed by a dry, metallic impact. Akira turned his head just in time to see an out-of-control truck slam into a car with brutal force. The smaller vehicle was hurled into the air like a toy, spinning uncontrollably… and coming straight toward him.
His eyes widened. His brain took a second to process the scene.
"Oh my God, I'm going to die?! And why does my death look like something out of Final Destination?!"
The world became a blur of colors and sounds, and then everything went dark.
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Consciousness returned slowly, as if rising from a deep, dark ocean. The first thing Akira noticed was a strange sensation in his own body—an unfamiliar lightness, an altered perception of his limbs. The second thing was the soft fabric brushing against his legs.
"Wait… why am I wearing a dress?!"
He sat up abruptly, his heart racing. In front of him, a puddle of water reflected the gray light of the sky. He crawled over to it and leaned forward to see his own face.
What he saw was not Akira's face.
It was a girl with pale hair and deep, fathomless eyes, wearing a dark, high-collared dress adorned with details reminiscent of antique bookbinding. Her skin was as pale as parchment, and there was an aura of mystery about her.
"Holy shit. How did I turn into Alice from Bibliomania?"
He stood up slowly, his trembling hands exploring the fabric of the dress, the contours of this new body. Everything felt strangely real. He stood motionless for long seconds, his mind spinning in spirals of confusion.
"I'm certain I've become her. Every detail… the clothes, the hair… exactly the same."
A terrifying thought began to form.
"Does that mean this world is the world of Bibliomania? No… if it were, everything would be in ruins, devastated. So what world is this?"
He took a deep breath, trying to organize the mental chaos. That's when his eyes caught something on the ground, a few steps away.
"How did I not see that before?"
Perhaps the shock of waking up in someone else's body had dulled his senses. He bent down and picked up the object. It was a hardcover book, as dark as ebony, with golden letters embossed on the cover: The Book of Truth.
"Wait… if I have Alice's body, how does this book exist separately from me?"
In the manga, Alice had merged with the Book of Truth, becoming a single entity. But here it was, solid and independent in his hands.
"I'll take a look inside," he decided, overcoming his hesitation.
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As he opened the book, the pages moved on their own, as if guided by an independent will. Text appeared before his eyes, crisp and elegant.
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The Book of Truth
Owner: Alice
Description: This book will serve as an item to facilitate the owner's use of their powers, making them more potent. Once the user becomes sufficiently powerful, the book will merge with them, further amplifying their strength.
Functions of the Book of Truth
First – Hosting
The owner can create a copy of The Book of Truth with 666 pages and send it anywhere in the world. The user may summon the copy to see how many pages have been filled. Once all 666 pages are filled, the power will intensify. The user can enter inside the book to observe. Within, they possess absolute authority, including the ability to remove someone from its interior.
Second – Masterful Knowledge
The Book of Truth will capture some humans trapped within the copy and, in exchange, will answer any question. The more important or valuable the question, the more people the book will consume.
Third – Status
Displays powers, personal information, etc.
To unlock future functions, become more powerful.
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Alice/Akira closed the book for a moment, feeling the weight of the words.
"This is insane. First I turn into Alice, then I get the Book of Truth with absurdly powerful functions."
He reopened the volume, his voice coming out steadier than he felt:
"Book, show me my status."
The pages flipped on their own, hundreds of them, until they stopped on a leaf filled with impeccable handwriting.
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Owner's Status
Name: Alice / Akira
Age: +100 years
Gender: Female
Classification: Human, Book
Abilities:
· Transformation into Information (Decompilation): The ability to transmute people, memories, emotions, and souls into pure information. She decomposes the essence of her targets and transforms them into words or pages within her book/body.
· Absorption and Assimilation: By transforming targets into information, she absorbs them, adding them to her own being. This increases her vast database and power, eternally preserving them within herself.
· Photographic Memory: The ability to remember everything she has seen.
· Reality Manipulation and Creation: Can alter the physics of the world, create things from nothing, and grant wishes, acting as an entity that shapes existence itself.
· Metamorphosis: Can shape her body however she imagines.
· Immortality
· Immortality via Resurrection: Can resurrect by using a soul in exchange.
· Type 4 Immortality (Book/Conceptual Based): Alice has merged with The Book of Truth, becoming an entity that exists as information and data, not as a creature of flesh and bone. She exists beyond the conventional laws of life and death. As a book containing all knowledge and the absorbed souls of humanity, the physical destruction of her current body is irrelevant, for she "rewrites" her own existence.
· Type 1 Immortality (Eternal/Ageless): She does not age and does not die from natural causes. Although she appears as a girl, she is over 100 years old and does not suffer the effects of time, being described as a cosmic entity.
· Immortality via Absorption/Consumption: Alice devours souls, memories, and emotions, transforming them into data. She "eternalizes" this information within herself, fueling her own immortal existence.
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Alice/Akira remained silent, her eyes scanning each line. It was a lot of information to process. She closed the book with a dry snap and ran a hand over her face, feeling the smooth texture of skin that was not her own.
"Okay… now I need to figure out where I am."
She began walking through the unfamiliar streets. The sky was overcast, and the buildings around her had an architecture that blended the familiar with the strange—like an American city seen through a slightly distorted filter.
After a few minutes, a rough voice broke the silence.
"What's a little girl doing alone in these alleys?"
A man with a grimy appearance and an unpleasant smirk emerged from the shadows, blocking her path. He had poorly done tattoos on his arms and a gaze that promised trouble.
"None of your business," Alice replied, her voice calm and icy.
"What a rude little girl! I'm gonna teach you some manners."
As the thug stepped forward, something shifted in the air. He felt a strange pressure, as if the very space around him was twisting. He watched the girl raise her pale hand in his direction—a simple, almost delicate gesture.
Then the pain came.
An excruciating agony, as if every cell in his body was being dismantled. He looked down and saw, horrified, his own legs dissolving into glowing letters, characters that floated like illuminated dust toward the girl. He wanted to curse, to scream, to beg… but his mouth no longer existed.
Within seconds, there was nothing left but words dancing in the air, absorbed into Alice's body.
She remained motionless, watching the last characters vanish into her palm.
"Why… even after killing someone, I don't feel the way I expected?"
She had expected disgust, fear, guilt—the normal reactions of a sixteen-year-old boy who had never taken a life. But there was nothing. Only an empty calm, like the surface of a windless lake.
"Better not think about that now," she decided, shaking her head. "I have more important things."
And indeed, that scumbag had been useful.
As the last letters merged into her, a flood of memories and knowledge invaded her mind. Names, places, events, faces… heroes.
"Marvel universe," she murmured, surprised. The information organized itself like entries in a living encyclopedia. "But it's not the movie version. It's different… rawer, more real."
She closed her eyes for a moment, assimilating the data. She saw the silhouette of a man in armor flying between skyscrapers, arrogance etched into his raised chin. She smelled metal and ozone.
"Tony Stark…" an involuntary smile curved her lips. "Whatever version of this world it is, he's probably still an insufferable billionaire genius. And amazing."
She reopened her eyes, now more determined.
"I think I must be in an alternate universe. And, it seems, I have enough power to survive here. But first… I need to understand this place better. And maybe, just maybe, find a certain philanthropist playboy."
She began walking again, the dark dress rippling softly in the wind. The city pulsed in the distance, full of possibilities and dangers. In her hands, The Book of Truth waited, its blank pages ready to be filled with new stories.
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To be continued...
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