(Volume 4 Chapter 1: Broken I)( Volume 4 Chapter 2: Broken II)

Eslimya stepped through the shimmering veil of the portal, her golden eyes glowing with a satiated, cruel pride. She left behind a man who was no longer a man, but a map of two centuries of divine whim.

Shin lay on the cold stone of the archive, the soft blue light of the floor flickering against the black abyss of his eyes. His breathing was a slow, mechanical rattle. He was waiting for the one thing he had traded his soul for: the memories.

But the silence of the black room didn't stay silent for long. A shadow, darker than the void itself, began to coalesce in the corner of the room. It didn't feel like Eslimya's ozone; it felt like a cold, ancient gravity.

Voice: (Hey... it's been such a long time, hasn't it? To see you like this... Shin. Or should I say... my son?)

Shin's fingers twitched—the first movement of a man who had forgotten how to be alive. The Archive was finally opening, but the first thing to step out wasn't a memory. It was his origin.

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The Black Room felt different now.

 The smell of Eslimya’s ozone was fading, replaced by a scent that felt like a dusty, forgotten attic—the scent of a life that was supposed to be ordinary.

Shin stood there, his body still pulsing with the black light of his two-century torture, but his eyes were fixed on the man standing in the void. 

He looked like before but with lifeless feelings left.....

Shin: (Who the hell are you? 

A joker? 

Another one of Eslimya's illusions?)

The man didn't move.

He looked at Shin with eyes that were leaking tears he had been holding back for a lifetime.

The Father: (Shin... please. Before you say a single word... let me apologize to you.)

Shin: (About what? 

I don’t even recognize your face! 

Who the hell are you to apologize to me?!)

Father: (I am your father. 

After you suddenly disappeared... 

A girl arrived at my house.

She changed everything...)

The heavy oak doors burst open. 

A girl charged in, her heels clicking like gunfire against the marble.

Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. 

She stopped inches from the great company leader, Somoko Hinso.

TCHHH!

A sharp, ringing slap echoed through the room, snapping the father’s head to the side. 

He recoiled, his hand rushing to his stinging cheek.

Father: (How dare you!!!

Who do you—)

He stopped. 

The girl wasn't looking at him with hate anymore. 

Her eyes were overflowing, thick tears streaming down her face as she shook with a violent tremor.

Girl: (Why?!
Arggghh!
Why did you let your son live like this?!

How can you call yourself a father?!
To me, you are just some bastard~~ ~running away while throwing your own flesh and blood into the gutter! 

Did you forget? 

Your wife's last wish was for you to protect him!)

The father: ( I don't know how you know that boy, but let me clear: He ceased to be my son the day my wife died. 

He was a curse.

 A reminder.

 That is why I had him thrown away!)

Girl said: (NO!
 Aaahhh! 
You’re so blinded by your own ego you don't even know the truth! )

Father: (I am not confused.
I gave the order myself.
I told my butler to throw him)

Girl said: (He didn't do it!
He didn't throw your son away!
Instead, he raised him... he protected him until the day he died!
 He and his nephew both gave their lives for the boy you discarded!)

The Father froze. 

The air left his lungs.

The father shocked: (What?
 Dead?
No... I was told the butler retired to his village...)

Girl trembling: (That’s the problem!
That is the damn problem with you!
The "Great Somoko Hinso."
The "Rich Leader."
You only ever cared about your own shadow.
You never looked back once to see if he was even breathing..)

Father: ( If you’re so certain... then tell me. 
Why?
Why would the butler save him?
He wasn't blood.
 He had no reason to risk everything for a child that wasn't his.)

Girl trembled: (I’ll tell you.
But first, you are going to listen to what happened the moment you turned your back on him.)

The Father stayed silent, his heart beginning to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.

Father said: (Tell me, then)

Girl said: (After you gave that heartless order, the butler looked at Shin and saw his own lost nephew in the boy's eyes.
That is why he saved him.
 And then?
 Days kept passing.
Weeks. 
Months.
Years. 

Every time Shin fell and scraped his knees, it wasn't you who picked him up—it was the butler. When he wanted to play, he went to the butler’s nephew.
He faced betrayal after betrayal.
 He didn't have a single friend in school... and do you know why?
Because of your name!)

Father: (...My name?)

Girl said: (Yes! Being the son of Somoko Hinso didn't bring him joy—it brought him predators!
 People only approached him with bad intentions, trying to use a lonely child to get to your money or your jobs!
He lived in a world of vultures because of you!)

The Father looked down at his hands, his skin turning pale.

Girl: (But then... when he turned five, the butler’s nephew died. Aaaaahhh! The light in that house went out. Shin only had one person left in the entire world: the butler. But then...)

Father: (But... what happened next?)

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Girl: (But then... when he turned five, the butler’s nephew died. Aaaaahhh! The light in that house went out. Shin only had one person left in the entire world: the butler. But then...)

Father: (But... what happened next?)

The girl’s voice cracked, a jagged sound of pure grief as she continued the story.

Girl: (When he turned ten... after four years of living in that small house, watching anime and reading manga with the only man who loved him...the last light of his life went out.
The Butler died.
 Just like his nephew.
Arghhh!
Shin had nothing left to lose!)

The tears fell from her eyes like a storm, soaking her collar.

Girl said: (He had no one!
No one to watch anime with, no one to read those stupid magazines with.
His life became a ghost’s routine.
He’d go to school, come home, and sit in the exact same spot where the Butler used to sit... and he’d watch anime in total, deafening silence.
Alone!
  Aaahhh!)

The Father’s knees buckled.
He clutched the edge of his desk, his knuckles white.

Girl: (He was drowning in loneliness, Somoko!
And do you know how he survived?
He lived off the Butler’s pension.
Your money.
You were so blind you didn't even realize the Butler had no grandson—the boy you were paying for was your own blood!
Your real son was living off scraps like a beggar while you built your empire!)

Father: (I... I didn't know...)

Girl: (Years passed.
He turned seventeen, and the pension stopped.
To survive, he took a job at a convenience store.
 He became a shadow.
 Messy hair, dark circles, clothes that didn't fit... he looked "ugly" to the world because he had no interest in a life that had been so cruel to him. I saw him like that... and I couldn't help myself.
 I fell for him. I was crazy for him! Haaaaa—!!)

She gasped for air, her chest heaving.

Girl: (I went to that store.
 I confessed my heart to him!
 But he was so broken, so used to being a joke, that he thought my love was just another prank.
 I told myself I’d try again the next day.
I’d make him believe me.
 But after his shift... as he walked out into the street...)

She choked on a sob.

Girl: (I got a call from the servant I’d assigned to watch over him.
I heard the news...
I heard the—)

Father: (NO!
  NOOOOO!!!
Stop!!
 Please, I beg you, don't say it!!!!)

Girl: (SHIN DIED!
 He died alone in the street!
And why?!
 Why did it happen?!
 Because you ran away!
 Because you called your own son "bad luck" and left him to rot in a world that hated him!)

The Father collapsed to his knees, his eyes streaming with unstoppable tears.

Father: (I'm not...
I'm not like that... 
you're just angry...
please...
who even are you?)

Girl: (My father is Akira Subaru.
Your partner.
 You know him well.
 He’s just like you—a cold bastard who threw me away!
I was lonely.
 I had no friends.
 I was just like Shin.
And whenever I needed a reason to breathe, Shin was there.
He helped me without even knowing it!
And now he’s gone because of a truck... because of you!)

She leaned in, her face inches from his, her voice a deathly whisper.

Girl: (I am going to kill myself.
I don't want to live in a world where Shin doesn't exist.
And when I die, the blood will be on your hands.)

The girl ran from the office, leaving the Father in the ruins of his conscience.

Father: (A day later...
I saw her getting hit by a truck but...
She was gone.
Just like you.
Hit by a truck in the same spot.
The world kept moving, Shin... but I couldn't.
I went to that convenience store every single day.
I begged them for a trace of you, a body, a grave... but it was like you never existed.)

Shin flinched.
 The word Father felt like a jagged, rusty blade twisting in his ear.

Father: (My family left me.
 They called me a madman.
But I spent sixty years... sixty long, hollow years searching for a ghost.
I died as a pathetic old man with nothing but your name on my lips.
And when I opened my eyes here... a White Figure showed me everything.
 Every time you were flayed, every time your body was torn apart in that lab, every time you died and came back.

Aaaggghhh! It all happened because I didn't protect you!
I am sorry, my son.
I know "sorry" is a joke... but please... forgive me.)

Father stepped forward, his translucent hand trembling as it touched Shin’s head.
In that micro-second, the "Lead Wall" didn't just crack—it vaporized.

The touch of a real father, a man who actually loved him without an agenda, acted as the ultimate key.

The memories flooded in—not just the "Author's" memories or the "God's" memories, but the True Past.

The memories not only before the memory loss but also the memories which was locked away by someone..... 

The touch of his father was the final spark. The memories didn't return as stories; they returned as physical impact. 

Two hundred years of Eslimya’s torture, the death of his own loved one by his won hands, the death of elwin by acid while he was grabbing him in his hand, the death he give to elwin himself being the person shen, seventy years of his father’s grief, and the trillion screams of the Tree of Innocence collided in a single Planck moment.

Many painful memories...

Shin: (Aaagghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Arrrgh!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Shin’s hands flew to his head, his fingers digging into his skull as if trying to rip the thoughts out.

 He began to stumble, his walk a jagged, broken mess.

He laughed—a high, thin sound of pure madness at the absurdity of his suffering. 

He smiled—a terrifying, blood-chilling expression of a man who had finally seen the punchline of his own life. 

Then, the anger came. Not a human spark, but a supernova.

It wasn't a sound; it was a frequency that dictated the end of matter

Shin threw his head back. 

His jaw unhinged, and a roar erupted from his throat—a sound so foul, so heavy with two hundred years of accumulated agony, that reality itself began to bleed.

1 Second: The Black Room vaporized , The walls of the archive turned to ash, The concept of "inside" and "outside" vanished.

the shockwave of his scream hit the nearest solar systems. Suns didn't explode—they imploded, crushed by the sheer weight of his despair.

Space-time began to liquefy. The stars ran like wet ink on a canvas. 

Millions of civilizations, trillions of lives, were snuffed out before they could even feel fear

The roar reached the edge of the universe. The "Lead Wall" of the cosmos shattered. The vacuum itself began to scream back

white graveyard. 

Not even ash remained.

 Just Shin.

He had destroyed everything just by breathing.

He stayed there in the center of the nothingness, his chest heaving, his hands still clutching his head as if trying to keep his brain from leaking out. 

He roared again, and this time, the power leaked beyond the universe, cracking the foundations of the dimensions above.

He was a "Destroyed Man" in a destroyed reality. 

He stayed on his knees in the nothingness, covering his face, his body a conduit for a power scale that was now leaking outside the universe, shaking the foundations of the Multiverse itself.

Every day he had been tortured, every month he had lived as a mute bride’s husband, every year his father had searched for him—it all came out in a continuous, soul-shredding scream that lasted for what felt like an eternity. 

Every day he had been flayed, every year he had been alone, every second Yuisa had struggled to breathe—it all poured out of him in a terrifying, continuous wave of destruction. 

He was screaming at the God who made him, at the Mother who killed him, and at the Goddess who broke him.

He was no longer a boy, a student, or a gentleman. 

He was the personification of Unending Pain.

The memories didn't return as images. They returned as acid.

 He didn't just remember the pain; he became it.

Shin’s fingers hooked like claws, digging into his own scalp until the skin broke. 

He began to walk, but his legs were no longer synchronized with reality. He stumbled through the void, a puppet with severed strings.

Again came the laughter. 

It was a jagged, wet sound—a rhythmic convulsion of a man who realized his entire existence was a cosmic joke. 

Then, a smile again spread across his face, wide and unnatural, stretching until his muscles tore. 

It was a smile of pure, unadulterated madness.

It was impossible. Everything had been destroyed. But then

It wasn't a goddess. 

It wasn't a monster.

A pair of hands, pale and trembling with a familiar feverish heat, reached through the void. 

They weren't powerful, but they were real. 

The hands reached out and gently took hold of Shin’s face, forcing his head up, pulling his fingers away from his eyes.

The roaring stopped.

 The silence that followed was more terrifying than the explosion.

Shin looked up with eyes that were bloodshot, hollowed out, and vibrating with cosmic instability. He saw her.

Yuisa.

She didn't say a word—she couldn't. 

She was the mute girl, the sick wife, the Blur Girl who had finally gained a face. 

She looked at the absolute wreck of the man she loved—the terrifying, broken God he had become—and she didn't flinch. 

She simply held his head, her eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored his own.

The universe was gone.

The stars were dead. 

But for the first time in two hundred and seventeen years, Shin Tomoko was being seen.

Vol 4 chapter 2 ended.....