Alex Stuman was the name of the old man who died after being transported to Sphera, and now, all that's left of him are two remnants of his existence.

I, his flesh, was named Chaos whilst Simon Rainglow was named Harmony.

I've been watching Harmony for ten years as he grew up in our Mystic Realm without any shifts in expression.

He played around, living a peaceful life that was safe from the savagery and irrationality of the world, but what made me uncomfortable was his eyes.

Within those eyes, I no longer see any traces of the former man we were before being transported into this world, all that's left of that dead man is knowledge and experience of war.

Has he forgotten who we are?

"What are you thinking about?" Asks the the outline of a man who was wearing a well-crafted formal suit.

Since we had nothing to do until our bodies fully stabilised, the only thing we could do was master our godly powers and spy on Harmony in order to relieve the boredom we felt.

"I feel as if Harmony is forgetting about me." I unhesitatingly answer.

"You? He hasn't even met you."

"We are the same person, so there's no way he doesn't remember our former life as Alex, as a 'heroic' soldier."

"Such sarcasm... I've already heard from you about your former life."

"Who care if 'you' heard? What I care about most is what 'he' is thinking."

"Okay, okay, calm down... Why are you so displeased with how he's living?"

"..." I didn't answer, not because I didn't want to reply, but due to the fact that I couldn't find the right words.

I didn't hate Harmony for living freely.

If fact, what I was focused was something else, and that was the fact that he seems to have forgotten 'me'.

I am no inferior reincarnation of Alex Stuman, I am Alex himself, the man who not been tainted by Sphera.

When I first 'awakened' into this hideous form, I found that the only thing I could remember about myself was my name, and that was only due to the fact that I could write a signature with what was ingrained into my mind.

Having no memories of my past left behind in my mind, the only thing I could rely on to deduct my own identity was my tempered heart and the words of a faceless freak named Enigma.

"You definitely insulted me in your mind just now..." Enigma seemed completely certain of his deduction.

"Why is it you're only so strangely sharp about insignificant things?"

"Trust me. I'm the one who inherited the foulest mouth among us. Think carefully before I lose my temper."

"Fine, okay I get it, don't you dare curse." I say in fear. There's no one masochistic enough to want to hear this God of cursing and vulgarity.

I guess only a guy like this can keep me in check. How nauseating that is.

"Why isn't that Death God here yet?" I leaned back on the chair ask. Just after the words left my mouth, the space near us distorted, and two more chairs positioned themselves in both sides of our round table. The figures that appeared on them chairs were mystical beings that emitted a divine pressure.

"Seems like we're popular among you abominations." A womanly voice answers for Enigma in ridicule.

"Wood Goddess, did you come here to make a deal or not?." My voice seethes in rage as I glared at the beautiful woman in wooden clothing.

Her face paled at my direct threat, she was definitely used to her position of superiority among Gods, but my words seemed to strike a cord as she lowered her head. I then shifted my gaze to the Death God sitting on the other side of the table, his face also glowed with transcendent beauty, but his gaze was as lifeless as his name entitled.

"Please don't take my wife's words seriously. I apologise in her place." The black-haired man bowed his head.

"Enough. Let's just quickly talk about the transaction." Enigma accepted his apology by nodding his head.

"We are willing to make an alliance with you, the Fake Gods, in order to survive against the upcoming war. I and my wife are willing to make a Divine Vow with in order to prove our sincerity." The man emotionlessly voices without a change of expression.

"We agree to your alliance." Enigma didn't even hesitate to accept the Death Gods proposal. It was clear that he and the Death God had already talked it out before this gathering. I couldn't help but feel that Enigma was hiding some sort of terrifyingly dark secret.

"Brother, explain." I sharply glared at Enigma as my mouth voices two words.

"It's nothing. Just like how you inherited some of the memories of your previous incarnation, I too inherited their will and power, understand?" He smilingly says without blinking.

I felt alienated from this Enigma that seemed so scheming and sharp-witted.

However, after thinking of his circumstances, my heart calmed.

Well, I can't expect him to tell everything to a troublemaker like myself, I'm sure I wouldn't have even let this stupid woman enter this domain after seeing her disdain.

"Fine. I'll do as you say." I wasn't going to argue with Enigma's decisions, since out of all of us, he is the one that wants to keep us four siblings safe the most.

A intricate Spell Circle that was made out of the fusion of all of the 'Gods' present covered us before dissipating into this world without light or shadow.

"Now then, as agreed, we'll now cooperate in order to help you two heal from your injuries. Chaos is the rash and fiery part of us Fake Gods, so don't mind him. We've already gained your cooperation, so I'll gladly exchange it for the coordinates of a Realm that is the residence of an Absolute God. Be sure to not antagonise that person by harming the realm itself." Enigma specifically glanced at the Wood Goddess, who, in turn, nodded in agreement. Even she wouldn't be stupid enough to antagonise a God that has already reached the peak of power.

"I'll be leaving then." She didn't make any small talk and quickly left after understanding our intentions.

"Death God, although I've given your wife the coordinates of Earth within the Gaia Realm, I am unable to give you permission to go there as well. The best way for you to regain your health would be to stay here instead. I'll even allow you to watch over her through the Overseeing Mirror." The Death God who sat besides us nodded before closing his eyes, seemingly going into a kind of hibernation, his body was motionless without a trace of life.

"Chaos." Enigma calls out seriously.

"Just say what's on your mind." I didn't bother arguing with him and got straight down to the point.

"I want you to go back to him. Protect him and yourself." His calm words didn't really make much sense to my ears. I looked at him in confusion and was about to respond, but he didn't give me any time to think.

Two crystals that radiated the Mana of a someone familiar to me shot out of his hand and embedded in my chest, a door appeared out of nowhere before opening below my chair, throwing me out of Enigma's personal domain.