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"This place..."

I look around, but there's nothing around me - I can't feel it.

Like when I meditated on my eyes before I went to bed, I can't look over anything.

"Speaking of which... Grandpa told me to move my heart first..."

Reminds me of my grandfather's words.

But in a lukewarm, pitch-black world where I can't even see anything - and I can't even confirm my body - I have no idea what to do.

"No. Be weak! If I don't move my heart, I'll die, because my grandfather said..."

But......, how do I...

I have read and studied books about the human body.

Grandfather said.

Nerves transmitted from the brain to the body - when electrical signals are disconnected….

"Then we have to find the electrical signal first?

If we think that far, we can figure out what to do next.

Electrical signals are both electricity and energy.

And what is producing it is the mitochondria that is present in the cells.

The book, however, originally said that -, a human cell is made of a single cell, and that oxygen was created to develop from a single cell to a multi-cell.

- And a huge amount of energy was needed in the process of evolving from a single cell to a multi-cell.

It was mitochondria that moved its dwelling into a single cell to protect itself from oxygen that created that energy.

In other words, in the beginning, mitochondria is a different cell from an organism.

"But... how do I come into contact with mitochondria in a space where I can't see anything..."

Before it took me longer to find it by hand, I didn't recognize my body, so I don't even know if I'm opening my eyelids - or closing my eyelids.

"Octagonal blockage......"

I might have taken it too easily.

To help Aylene, I have no talent or power but to acquire a little knowledge in a book - and my body is weak - because I'm just a human being.

That's all I thought about, and I... I sat on the spot.

Maybe it's not exactly sitting down.

But I'm tired of standing.

There's nothing I can do...

When my heart was about to be crushed by such nothingness, I said, "Do you give up?" My voice echoed.

- No.

It sounded accurate.

Look around.

Then, at one point, one woman stood.

Long dark hair to the waist is the same color as mine -, very pretty...

Even in the pitch-black darkness, the glossy hair was so beautiful that it also looked like a river made of brilliant stars because it was a pitch-black space.

"What about you?

"I?"

I snort.

"That's a secret. Because women should have more secrets."

I was half anticipating the answer, but still my mind was only a little rested by being able to talk to someone.

"Well, I just gave up."

"Yeah. Kazuo asked because I thought he'd given up living."

"I haven't given up. But... there's nothing I can do..."

"Yes."

She smiles back at me without criticism. [M]

"You understand the creation of the human body, don't you?

"Yes."

I snort.

"Then the answer is simple. I wonder whose your body is. That body..., whose own body is it?

"- Huh? That's mine..."

"Right. - Then the rest is easy, isn't it? You're in the brain right now, trapped in your own image. So we have to do something about it first."

Standing up on my forehead -, a woman about 20 years old smiled and pressed me with her right index finger.