The Magic In This Other World Is Too Far Behind の小説・ストーリー

My memory is speaking, and she says it's nothing unfamiliar. Looking back to what happened so far: I fell from an apartment room in outer space, landed on floating islands in a sea of white, met a stupid angel who nursed me back to life, had a conversation with her which led to us falling from the floating islands, had another conversation with her while freefalling which led to me making an oath, miraculously survived the fall by walking on air, suddenly got taken away by a mysterious force which somehow led us to our destination and now this... it's definitely nothing new! This world can't throw anything bizarre at me anymore, and if it did, that's no problem! I'll solve America's debt pro

she said, reaching out and gently brushing the snowflakes from my hair. She continued, "Come on. Let's head back, or Grandma will start worrying." When we returned to the Xavier residence, Dorothy had already prepared hot ginger tea to ward off the cold. As I held the cup, surrounded by the Xavier family's warmth, I felt a glimmer of hope for the future for the first time. Perhaps letting go of the past and starting fresh wasn't such a bad thing, after all. On New Year's Eve, fireworks blazed outside, illuminating the entire night sky. The deafening sound rose and fell in waves. I stood by the window, feeling strangely disoriented, as if I were in another lifetime.

Only because of a few words. How pathetic. “Whoever got sent there must be going out of their mind right now.” Zen’s voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. I blink back to the present. “It’s a magic-less world, no?” He arches a brow “It has its own set of rules. A lycan would no longer have their heightened senses or strength in such a place. A witch would no longer have her magic. They must be very frustrated.” Slowly, my head clears and I feel myself breathe again. The seer did say it was a magic-less world.

“But I don't understand. That's just a simple magic item. How come that it sucked all my mago?" "This world you entered, just like what I told you a while ago, is not Zaenosh anymore. You’re currently on Earth, and the people here are mere humans – Earthlings, one author said,” Sid found comfort on his refrigerator and leaned on it. “Earthlings,” he continued, “… has no magical capabilities like that of Zaenoths. Miracles and magic are done here with the use of technology, and I must say... they're a century ahead of us." Sid almost mumbled his last statements. As a scientist from his own world, it was quite hard to admit Earth was so advanced.

That made it clear—there was no point pushing the subject. “It’s just… the things you’re capable of doing, only Alphas in this world come close to that kind of power.” I placed a hand over the mark on my neck, my thoughts scrambling to find a new logic behind it. “There are many things that make our worlds different,” he said after a short pause. “Mine is full of magic—everywhere, in every creature. But the only magic in this world doesn’t even belong here. It’s just a messy, accidental spillover.”

George’s voice followed me, pleading, but I’d had enough. I needed air. I needed out. I closed my eyes. Called on the power deep inside me. And vanished. Teleportation. The world twisted. Reality tore like paper. And I stepped into the Other Realm. Not heaven. Not hell. Just... in between. The air here shimmered with magic, cold and sweet. The sky stretched above me, dark violet streaked with veins of glowing gold. The roads beneath my feet gleamed like obsidian rivers, winding through impossible architecture, floating towers, upside-down gardens, staircases that climbed nowhere.

“Something… or someone… is out there.” Clara swallowed hard. She recognized the feeling immediately—the same energy from last night. Her heartbeat quickened. The villains were here. Somehow, they had followed her into this strange, bright world. Mike stood and moved closer to her. “Clara, whatever this is… we need to be careful. I don’t know what it is yet, but I can feel it too. You’re not alone. And we’ll figure it out.” Clara nodded, gripping the pendant. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Overwhelming. Cynan sits back, her fingers drumming a slow, maddening rhythm on the tabletop. She studies me, eyes unreadable in the gloom. ‘Interesting.’ ‘So we can be fated?’ ‘She has to have blood of the Otherworld to access magic, or any gift. That is how our world works, Madder. So if she has a gift, she has the blood.’ ‘She's a stranger to our world,’ I snap, crossing my arms tight, a hollow shield against her scrutiny.

“Stay grounded.” Nyx’s voice echoed faintly. “Beware of other creatures. The witches, sirens, shape shifters and even fellow werewolves.” I walked on until I could no longer feel them beside me, swallowed by silence. At the threshold, I stopped. There was no wall, no gate—just a shift in the air. Here, elemental magic thinned. The soil beyond blended into untamed grass and wind-stirred leaves. On the other side lay the world—forests, roads, cities, kingdoms, and packs. None of them knew who I was. None of them would care if I burned or broke.

Elena asked. I'd read about this in old texts. Legends about the old world. "The land recognizes them. Champions who sacrificed for their people. It's healing them." The glow intensified. Spread to Alexei. To Zara and Kira. To Seraphina. The old world's magic responded to what they'd done, offering healing in return for sacrifice. "Will it be enough?" Elena asked desperately. "I don't know. I've never seen this before. This world operates on different rules than Earth."