Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

However, I couldn't see clearly what was around me, and I didn't know who was calling me.

Finally, the sound became weaker and weaker and disappeared completely.

That voice...

"Is that you?"

I looked at the girl in front of me and murmured.

The girl pursed her lips.

Then, he lowered his head.

"sorry."

The girl didn't answer my question.

Instead, he suddenly apologized to me.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because... it was my wish that brought you into this world without my permission. I'm truly sorry."

The girl explained with a wry smile.

In the last moments of her life, her Son of God ability ran wild as never before, revealing its true power - the power to change the past.

This power is too strong.

In order to fulfill the girl's wish, this power calls out and prays to countless worlds.

And my soul subconsciously responded to this call.

As a result, I came into this world.

This is the truth.

Although there are still many details she didn't explain, this is roughly the situation.

"That's it."

"Aren't you angry?"

"It's okay. After all, I don't have any ties in that world."

I didn't have too many emotions in my heart.

Just breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the long-standing doubts would be answered after my death.

But what a pity.

Whatever the reason was, I was no longer able to help her.

It seemed like he saw what I was thinking.

The girl clasped her hands together devoutly.

"Although I really want to ask you for help, now doesn't seem to be the right time. To be honest, I didn't expect to see you at this time."

"That's true. After all, I'm already dead."

"Well...you are indeed dead."

The girl nodded slightly, confirming my thoughts.

But her next sentence made me stunned.

"Even though you're dead, it's not over for you yet, and there are still people waiting for you to return."

"It's not over yet? Why do you say that?"

"Because you, like me, also possess the power of the Son of God."

The girl said with a smile.

Her smile seemed to hold a lot of meaning.

I am the Son of God...

Yes, that’s exactly right.

According to Lord Pergius, my body was captured as the core of the transfer labyrinth. Although it was not completely completed due to the influence of various factors, I still became the Son of God under the influence of high-concentration magic power.

However, until my death, I still didn’t know what kind of son of God I was.

My ability doesn't seem to be able to be expressed in the usual way, and I don't even feel like I'm activating it.

Chishilika seemed to know something.

But in the end she just made me eat the mud pills she rubbed off her body.

Then he ran away without a trace.

It's totally unreliable.

"Could it be that you know the truth about my Son of God's abilities?"

"Yeah, I know."

The girl said this.

She tapped my chest with her slender, green jade fingers.

"You are... a copy of the Son of God."

"copy?"

"Yes. You can transform the magic power that belongs to the Son of God into the magic properties of other people you come into contact with. In effect, it's equivalent to copying the magic properties of others. It's just such a simple ability."

"Is this so..."

I can roughly understand what the girl meant.

Although magic is magic, strictly speaking, everyone's magic has subtle differences, which is simply like different blood types.

For ordinary people, they can replenish their magic power through external magic sources.

However, some people are born with special magical properties, and this method is not applicable to them.

For example, Orsted, for example, some sons of God.

Their magic power can only be restored naturally.

My ability can exactly copy the opponent's magical properties.

That being said.

Magic is magic.

Even if the nature is different, there is no difference in the method of use, magic and fighting spirit, that's all.

The total amount of magic power does not change.

So no matter how the nature of magic changes, it is impossible to squander magic as carelessly as Rudeus...

It should be like this.

"If you copy the magic power of an ordinary person, there will naturally be no change. But if the object of the copy is the Son of God, then it is a different matter."

The girl explained to me with a smile.

The Son of God's ability is essentially the distortion and corruption of magic power.

Distorted and corrupted magic will have special properties, and that is the source of the Son of God's power.

For example, Senis was transformed from an ordinary person into a mind-reading son of God because of the high concentration of magic in the maze.

This cannot even be changed by her own will.

In other words.

If I copied the magical properties of Senis.

I can also become a mind-reading son of God.

"Could it be that……"

"Well, that's right."

Seeing my surprised expression, the girl smiled and nodded.

"Before you died, you copied the magical properties of the Demon Emperor, Chishilica Chishiris."

The Demon Emperor.

Chishilika Chishiris.

As a descendant of the true God, he has half the blood of God.

Not only that, she herself is also the Son of God.

The first is the ability to create a magic eye.

Second...

It is the ability to resurrect after death.

"Now you understand, don't you?"

The girl said with a smile.

"You are indeed dead, but like the Demon Emperor, you also have the ability to resurrect after death."

"Also, there is one difference between you and the Demon Emperor."

"You are a replica of the Son of God, and you also possess the immortality of the Undead Demon Clan."

"So your resurrection will be faster and more complete than that of the Demon Realm Emperor."

Listening to the girl's words, I was stunned.

The girl caressed my chest reluctantly and whispered:

"Although I'm sad to see you go, it's time for you to leave. Now is not the time for us to meet."

As the words fell.

The void that had been bright with the girl's arrival was gradually turning dark.

She is leaving...

No, I'm leaving here.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

I quickly grabbed the girl's arm, trying to slow down the change.

But to no avail.

The girl's figure gradually became illusory, as if she was about to disappear at any time.

I quickly asked:

"If I came into this world because of your calling, how can I help you? What should I do to keep you alive?"

The girl smiled and said nothing.

But I can understand her smile.

Now is not the time yet...

"Thank you for answering my call."

"Thank you for lending a helping hand to me when I was isolated and helpless."

"Thank you for giving me hope..."

"One day, we will meet again."

"My hero, Ron."