Kael left the Garden of Confluences with a rapid, almost violent stride.
Without slowing down, he landed in the library, crossed the aisles without a single glance, and burst through the entrance. He was heading home, more determined than ever.
That’s why I was so obsessed with that third option…
His jaw tightened.
I swore I wouldn’t be the one who endures. You all want to treat me like an idiot? Just an “Ombrevu” in your eyes?
He stepped out of the library.
The sun was still shining. Kael lifted his gaze to the sky, his expression hard, almost defiant.
As if he were challenging it too.
He shouted:
“Watch carefully what’s about to happen!”
Then he resumed walking.
I know what I have to do. To erase my cause.
When he reached his house, he cast a cold, deliberate glance at the car parked outside. He climbed the steps briskly, entered, removed his shoes without stopping.
As in every loop, his mother called to him from the kitchen.
He did not answer.
He entered the living room. She passed in front of him, surprised by his silence. He ignored her completely, walking past her, eyes fixed on the table.
The saber was there, exactly where he expected it to be.
He picked it up without a word.
His mother began asking questions, first curious, then worried.
Kael still did not respond.
He crossed the house, opened the garden door, and stepped outside.
There, he trained.
For hours, he unleashed the rage that had accumulated within him.
Every strike, every movement of the Chaos style, cut through the air like a sentence.
His body, still revitalized from sixteen hours of sleep, responded with surgical precision.
His mother called to him from upstairs. Again.
Kael did not even lift his eyes.
He chained together stances, attacks, abrupt shifts in rhythm.
I must not pay attention to her. Not tonight.
What happens in the next loop… I’ll need the coldest mind possible.
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Not one emotion too many. Not one crack.
His mother called again. Her voice, usually soft, had grown louder.
But Kael remained deaf. His breath was short, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
She kept calling his name. Over and over.
It was becoming irritating.
I know how to break the Ouroboros.
I didn’t pay enough attention to the fact that Jeff always throws himself to the ground—even when I don’t push him. And I’ve reached a conclusion.
His mother continued shouting his name.
He kept moving as though nothing were happening.
Jeff is the Ouroboros’ perfect shadow.
A hidden truth inside the closed system.
He repeats an event from the first loop, endlessly.
That’s proof the system has flaws.
The system must have interpreted my action in the first loop as an anomaly.
I didn’t know what a car was. So I jumped on Jeff to protect him.
But the system recorded it as an error.
An anomaly.
That means it’s fallible.
Kael’s movements flowed without interruption. His mother was still shouting, but he did not react.
The problem is that I am also a cause.
Everything I touch becomes consequence.
And for now… I can do nothing about that.
Cogito ergo sum.
I think, therefore I am.
But that is precisely the problem.
I exist for the system.
I am someone.
I am a variable. A piece. A player.
But the real problem for it…
is that I exist to make a choice.
Remanence. Dissonance.
But what would happen if I stopped existing for it?
If I ceased to exist according to its norms?
His movements remained precise. Fluid.
His mother had stopped shouting.
Now, she was staring at him.
He stopped abruptly.
And looked back at her.
She stared at him with black eyes. Empty. Impassive.
He smiled.
“I knew it,” he said, his tone predatory.
He placed his saber gently on the ground.
“I don’t think the system anticipated what’s about to happen.”
He took a step back, arms drawn behind him, and sprinted toward the tree in the garden.
Headfirst.
He clenched his teeth.
And slammed into the trunk at full speed.
Everything vanished.
Black.
Silence.
Then… faint scraping sounds.
Soft noises, like feathers brushing against paper.
Muffled whispers, young girls and boys.
A man’s voice, mature and composed, echoed:
“Can anyone tell me what precedes a—”
He never finished the sentence.
He stood there, upright, mouth open, eyes unfocused.
Kael rubbed his eyes and, without wasting a second, said:
“Sir, you were about to say something, perhaps?”
The teacher’s voice resumed, hesitant:
“Mr. Kael, can you tell us what—”
He did not finish.
Kael interrupted calmly:
“Be quiet.”
All the students turned toward him, shocked.
Some burst out laughing.
Kael continued, serene:
“The next one who laughs…”
He paused, scanning the room, a quiet smile on his lips.
“…I’ll kill him. Quite simply.”
The students stopped moving at once.
They stared at him in silence.
Kael pulled his phone from his pocket and hurled it across the room.
It smashed against the wall, exploding into pieces.
No one spoke.
Kael stood, still smiling, and thought:
Now that I understand what all the works Dubium gave me were for…
And that I’m going to use them to destroy the cause of this Ouroboros…
It’s time to add my own touch.
A touch I’ve been refining for several weeks now.
He loosened his belt.
lowered his pants.
The girls screamed.
The boys, shocked, seethed in their seats.
Some stifled nervous laughter.
Kael continued.
He removed his shirt, his jacket, his shoes.
He moved around the classroom in his underwear, calm and composed.
He placed his shoes on the teacher’s desk.
His shirt over a student’s head.
His trousers he tied around a chair leg.
Then he began warming up right there in the classroom.
Rolling his shoulders.
A few knee bends.
Relaxed.
The students and the teacher watched him with empty eyes.
Black. Impassive.
He walked to the window, opened it, and picked up his bag.
And thought:
This is what will destroy the Ouroboros.
The Chaos style… in its purest form.
Then he jumped through the window.
And thus, the fifth loop began.
And Chaos took root.
