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Chapter 4

With the dawn of a new day, the being of hatred and flames emerged from her painful slumber. Unlike others, sleep was not a need for her. In fact, nutrition and water was also not necessary for her, her shackles were removed at the cost of her title as a "human". Now, the human that Mokou once was perished, replaced by this version of her. With no proof of her existence, she vanished and arrived at Gensokyo.

Mokou: Huh...? Morning already?

She mumbled under her breath. She had no reason to sleep but yesterday's beating was enough for her to collapse on the cold floor. Due to her indestructible body, she was not afraid of death, it was a concept that she would never experience in her life. She became like this for a reason that was beginning to fade away, she would sometimes stop and ponder, only to remember after a minute or so.

...Her purpose was hazy by times, but seeing her eternal rival would always bring it back in her mind, the reason why hate was overflowing her core.

Mokou: ...Well, would you look at that.

She whispered to herself, her gaze fixated on the paper beside her. She simply assumed that it was part of yesterday's nightmare but she was forced to accept that it was real. The invitation was still waiting for her response, promising her to give her what she want to know. Still sluggish, her arm lazily reached for what she first assumed to be junk and glanced a second time at the letter.

Mokou: ...

She could accomplish her revenge if what it was saying was true. The only thing it told her was to look for a door underground. Even if she couldn't find it, it would be a nice change of scenery for once. She stretched her legs and stood up, deciding to take a look at what this thing had to offer.

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Y/N: *Yawn*

Meanwhile, inside the dilapidated ruins that the proud library once was, the only librarian residing inside woke up from his slumber, his head pressed against the cold desk that quickly became warm after leaving his cheek pressed against its surface.

???: Hey mister Y/N!

Y/N: ?!

Startled by the voice calling him, he turned his head and recognized the familiar youkai greeting him.

Y/N: Koishi? How did you get here without triggering the alarm?

Koishi: What are you talking about?

She asked with utter calmness, unable to demonstrate her emotion. However, he could tell that she was confused by his question.

Koishi: That bell did ring, you didn't hear it?

Y/N: ...I guess it must be the case, sorry.

He apologized, standing up from his seat with little enthusiasm. Of course, the bags under his eyes and his pale skin due to a lack of light was making his situation worse but Koishi did not say anything about it.

Koishi: Are you going to go get what you need today?

She asked immediately, not wasting a single second. The man gave her a gloomy gaze and turned to face the desk that he used to rest, only to see a single book left there by his side. He frowned before grabbing it.

Y/N: I don't remember placing that book here.

Koishi: Hm?

She stepped closer and took a peek at the cover of the one he was holding. Her curiosity was soon replaced by a short surprise.