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The screech of tearing metal was the last thing Kai heard before the world went black. One second, they were walking home from the arcade with Xīngxīng, arguing about whether soul-link mechanics in vintage RPGs were inherently broken. The next, a blinding pair of headlights, a deafening crash, and total emptiness. There was no pain. Just a sudden, jarring transition from the cold asphalt of a city street to a boundless, shimmering void. Kai looked down at their hands, or rather, the faint outline of where their hands should be. They felt entirely weightless, devoid of gender or physical form, just a core of pure consciousness. "Kai? Is that you?" The voice was unmistakably Xīngxīng’s. A sphere of soft, iridescent light drifted into view beside Kai. Even in this strange afterlife, Xīngxīng’s essence felt exactly like him—deeply familiar, stubbornly nonbinary in spirit, and slightly panicked. "Xīng," Kai thought, the communication echoing directly into the void. "I think we just got hit by a truck. Like, a literal, cliché delivery truck." "Are you kidding me?" Xīng’s spirit rippled with sudden amusement. "An actual isekai moment? If we wake up as slimes, I am going to haunt the automotive industry." "YOU WILL NOT BE SLIMES," a voice boomed, resonant and layered with a chorus of infinitely diverse tones. The void shifted. The darkness coalesced into a colossal, blinding entity. It was impossible to pinpoint a single shape; it was a shifting tapestry of divine imagery. Kai saw the multi-armed grace of Eastern deities, the fierce radiance of Western angels, the geometric perfection of ancient cosmic creators, and the quiet, profound stillness of primordial nature spirits. It was one of the Seven Supreme Gods who governed the grand cycle of souls across reality. "YOU HAVE PERISHED BEFORE YOUR THREADS WERE FULLY WOVEN," the deity spoke, a massive, spectral eye opening within the center of its form. "BECAUSE YOUR SOULS WERE TETHERED BY A TRULY RECONCILED BOND, YOU HAVE BEEN