Chapter 2: The Object From The Sky
Marineford Era 1491, Grand Line.
On a narrow sea area called the New World at the boundary with the West Sea in the Calm Belt, three burning meteors tore through the sky.
Gold, red, and indigo tail flames ripped through the clouds, carrying divine might as they crashed onto a certain isolated island.
When the last trace of glow dissipated, the northern hillside had turned into a crater a hundred meters in diameter, and in the heat waves rising from the scorched earth, three petite bodies were slowly taking form.
The red and blue figures curled up at the bottom of the crater, their brows tightly furrowed as if resisting some terrifying nightmare. The golden one in the center had eyelids trembling lightly, looking like she was about to wake up soon.
Sure enough, in the next second…
Her eyes opened, revealing scarlet pupils that instantly encompassed the entire blue sky. The boundless sky showed no sign of strangeness or familiarity, but it was clearly an outdoor environment.
The girl lying face-up had her dangling locks flowing with a glow like liquid sunlight, casting tiny light spots on her exposed skin.
“Strange sky… uh, not a ceiling.” The ethereal childlike voice slipped out, and the blonde girl froze.
Her fingertips brushed her throat, the sensation like touching the warm sun of early winter, somewhat unreal.
“Why does my voice…”
This was a completely different timbre from the voice she remembered as her own.
Of course, due to the difference in conduction methods, ‘She’ actually didn’t know what her original voice sounded like, but it was definitely vastly different from now.
Ethereal with a touch of childishness, it involuntarily evoked associations with the hymns of elven praise, as if it could cleanse a soul corroded by reality back into translucent glass.
Of course, that was secondary; the key point was that this was a somewhat feminine voice, and a childlike one at that.
A stray lock of golden hair caught in the corner of her eye further confirmed this.
This wasn’t her body, or rather, this wasn’t the body of the male human named “You Ling.”
Not only that, the golden figure soon discovered her second anomaly.
No panic, no trembling. The girl was terrifyingly calm, as if this young shell imprisoned eternal rationality.
Faced with a strange environment, a strange voice, and possibly even a strange world, the consciousness within this body showed no negative emotions at all, which was undoubtedly not good news.
『Emotions seem suppressed, and sensibility has dulled as well. It seems the changes go beyond just the appearance.』 ‘She’ thought.
She moved her arm, feeling no stiffness or hindrance—truly as nimble as her own finger.
After confirming her bodily functions were fine, the golden figure closed her eyes and began sorting through the current situation.
『The environment has changed—this is most likely so-called ‘transmigration,’ but whether it’s time travel or space travel, and if this is still Earth, is unknown.』
『The body has changed—either ‘rebirth’ or ‘possession.’ But no other souls are felt in this body, nor any inherited strange memories, so it’s hard to say.』
『Personality seems changed too, but memories are intact. Cognition of ‘me’ as ‘You Ling’ remains unchanged—this is good.』
At this thought, the golden figure finally found an ‘anchor,’ and her brows relaxed slightly.
No help—she wasn’t like other transmigrators who, if body-transmigrated, immediately knew which world they’d entered; soul-transmigrated ones directly inherited the host’s memories; or some even got a so-called ‘system’ as a guide.
Her transmigration was total blindness—everything strange, inside and out changed, so she could only use the sole confirmed memory belonging to ‘You Ling’ as a starting point.
After sorting out her own situation a bit, the golden figure noticed the two small red and blue figures still unconscious on the ground.
When her gaze fell on the two unconscious ones, a strange resonance from the depths of her soul told Her that these two before her were also 【You Ling】.
『Truly unbelievable.』
“Seeing two other versions of oneself” was a wondrous feeling.
Looking at these two small ones in familiar red-blue coloring, She lifted a lock of her brilliant golden hair with her finger and examined it closely before her eyes.
Whether in texture or touch, it didn’t resemble ordinary hair—warm and delicate, like flowing gold.
『Gold, red, blue.』
These highly suggestive three colors made ‘Her’ almost instantly associate with one term, plus what she was doing before transmigrating…
『No, need one more verification.』
Releasing her hand, letting the hair fall back onto her body, the overly complete sensation made “Her” instinctively look down, seeing her completely naked body.
No shyness or other emotional reactions; by some stroke of inspiration, “She” began to wield the strange power within her body.
Golden divine power transformed into a pure white long skirt outlined with golden patterns, and a wing-shaped gold hair ornament formed behind her left ear to gather her hair—all of it felt perfectly natural.
After doing this, the golden figure bent down, picked up the other two small ones one in each hand, leaped lightly out of the impact crater below, then turned her head to look around, as if searching for something.
After locking her gaze on a huge, smooth rock beside her, “She” gently set down the two small ones in her hands and placed her own hand on the rock.
Then, with a thought from “Her,” a strand of golden flame thread appeared out of thin air, slicing the huge rock horizontally.
The already smooth rock, under the effect of high-temperature cutting, had a cross-section as mirror-like as glass, reflecting ‘Her’ current appearance.
『As expected. At least the ‘body’ matter is confirmed now.』
Reflected on the rock mirror was a face 【You Ling】 knew very well—the anthropomorphic version of The Winged Dragon of Ra that he had shaped with his own hands.
And compared to the figurine’s inherent detail shortcomings, this face now had no flaws from any angle.
However, compared to the original figurine’s seventeen- or eighteen-year-old look, this face clearly appeared even younger, probably around ten years old.
『Appearance juvenile-ized—due to the soul being split?』
Feeling her now much smaller body, the girl suddenly recalled the soul-tearing sensation before losing consciousness, and combining it with the two ‘You Lings’ now at her feet, she instantly pieced it all together.
The golden figure glanced again at the other two small ones placed by the rock, just as expected—extremely “familiar,” and even younger, probably around eight or nine.
《Yu-Gi-Oh!》, transmigration, soul split, one into three, Egyptian God Cards, figurine…
“The man named ‘You Ling’ transmigrated while playing Yu-Gi-Oh!, his soul split into three, each fusing with the power of the Egyptian God Cards, and using figurines as bases to reshape bodies matching the souls.
And ‘I’ inherited one-third of the ‘Winged Dragon’ power.” The golden You Ling reasoned thus.
An undoubtedly correct answer; the perfectly remade body able to contain divine power naturally possessed matching intellect and talent.
Checking herself over, she found no wings, tails, or other strange things grown on her body, nor any tattoo-like energy bands—her entire body clean, which satisfied her somewhat.
After all, the original figurine You Ling made, though humanoid-based, still included some features from the card artwork.
For instance, her Winged Dragon body had wings, a tail, and a divine ring.
And while these strange “attachments” looked stunning, for her who’d been an ordinary humanoid for over twenty years, they would take some getting used to, more or less.
『By the way, if this body can continue growth, will those things grow out too? Or can they be controlled freely?
If controllable, could she fully “illusion God transform” into the Winged Dragon’s original form in the future…』
Having resolved one major question, the small figure’s mood lightened involuntarily, but she soon fell into other increasingly odd thoughts.
Meanwhile, the other two even smaller figures began to stir slowly, both waking with a start soon after.
“Sky Dragon, did you rebel again?! Quack! No, don’t shoot me!”
“Um↑ Obei! I didn’t mean to use you as a sacrifice!”
The red and blue small ones shot up almost like catapults, both sitting up abruptly, patting their chests in lingering shock.
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