Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 41: Spirit World [2]

"Nayomi."

His voice made her look at him.

"I want to visit the Spirit World."

Nayomi blinked. "You what?"

Akamir stood straight, folding his arms. "I want to visit the Spirit World. If my crown is connected to it, then I want to see it for myself."

Nayomi narrowed her eyes. "That’s not something you just visit on a whim, Akamir."

"I know," he replied calmly. "That’s why I’m asking you."

For a moment, she was silent. Then she floated closer, her face inches away from him.

"The Spirit World is dangerous. Even for someone like me, who can traverse it naturally," she said slowly, making sure he could hear her clearly.

"It’s not just a different plane of existence, it’s something greater. You might enter thinking you’re yourself—and leave as someone else."

Akamir didn’t flinch. "I am not as weak-willed as you think."

Nayomi sighed, touching her temple. "Do you even know what you’re looking for in there?"

"Something no one else can offer," Akamir said, glancing back at the room full of goods.

"Anything that is unique to only me and can’t be found anywhere."

"...."

Nayomi turned silent, a flicker of sadness passing her eyes.

She slowly looked away from him. "There is nothing there. "It" corrupted everything."

’It?’

Akamir frowned as he had heard about this before.

’She did tell me because of corruption the fairies turned into mimickers.’

Akamir had no idea what can turn innocent beings into those hideous creatures.

Still....

"I want to see with my own eyes." Akamir said, looking at her. "What actually is inside the Spirit World."

Nayomi muttered something under her breath, then turned toward him fully.

"Fine," she said. "But you’ll need to prepare. And you’ll need an anchor."

Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Anchor?"

"You don’t belong to that world. If you go there without an attachment to this world, you’ll be swallowed," she said, her voice grim.

"It doesn’t matter how strong you are. The Spirit World doesn’t care for strength. It cares for meaning, something that connects you to the real world."

Akamir fell into deep thought.

There wasn’t anything that he could think of that could work.

’Something that connects me.....’

An idea passed his mind as he looked back at her.

"What about the crown?" he asked, staring at her. "Will this work?"

Nayomi nodded hesitantly. "It should work."

Akamir rubbed the back of his neck. "Shall we try then?"

She floated closer, more serious than ever before. "And Akamir..."

"Yes?"

"If you see her in that—don’t talk to it."

"...Who?"

Nayomi didn’t answer.

She began floating away.

He sighed as he walked out of the storage room and found Judge of Apathy.

"When will they come back with the second batch?" Akamir asked, closing the door behind him.

She bowed slightly. "In two days, my lord."

Akamir nodded. "Good job."

He walked past her as she followed behind him.

’I should have a meeting with them once they are back.’

He was still interested in their view of the kingdom. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Knowing that would help him considerably in understanding the Market.

Akamir walked towards the house near the end of the town which he had made his base.

Reaching closer he ordered, "Make sure no one enters the house."

"Yes, my Lord."

They both bowed in unison.

Walking inside, Akamir began to prepare himself while Nayomi floated just above him.

If he wants to keep himself protected then he had to prepare for everything.

After fifteen minutes, he was completely calm.

"Alright, I am ready."

He said, looking at Nayomi.

"There are a few things you should know."

Nayomi said, folding her arms.

"Listen carefully."

.....

The lecture lasted for another half an hour in which Nayomi explained as much as she could.

’I am confident that I at least know more than a normal person.’

Akamir thought, looking down.

"Summon the crown."

Nayomi said, floating behind him.

"And speak after me."

Akamir drew in a deep breath as the crown formed over his head, illuminating the place.

Nayomi’s voice echoed in his ears.

"Crown that connects me."

Akamir repeated after her.

"Take me to the mirror world."

The moment the final word left his lips, the crown pulsed brightly.

The air thickened, like something was wrapped around his body.

The room distorted like a hallucination, the lines blurred and reality folded inward.

Akamir didn’t blink.

The floor vanished beneath his feet, and for a heartbeat, he was falling.

His real body fell down on the ground while his ’spirit body’ moved.

There was no sound nor could he breathe.

Only weightless stillness—

Then the world shattered.

He landed not with a crash, but a ripple—like stepping into a pond.

The world around him bent, glasslike, reflective.

A thousand versions of himself stared back from fractured surfaces: tall, short, bloody, crowned, eyeless. Some smiled. Others screamed.

He stood in a forest of mirrors.

"Whatever happens," Nayomi’s voice echoed in his mind. "Do not look or answer them. Just walk straight."

Akamir drew in a deep breath as he began to walk.

He took a step forward—and a voice whispered.

Not from outside.

But inside.

"Akamir..."

He stopped.

’Don’t fall for it.’

He bit his tongue to keep himself aware as he began to walk.

He walked for what felt like hours.

Time, if it existed here, did not obey logic.

He felt no hunger, no fatigue—just a growing pressure at the base of his skull.

Finally, they reached a clearing where no reflections stood.

Only a glowing light that made him narrow his eyes.

As soon as Akamir crossed the light, the world around him changed once again.

Then—.

He stood on a hill of ash.

A broken sun loomed overhead, its light fractured through swirling black clouds. All color had bled from the world.

Below the hill stretched an endless field of dark, twisted trees, and flickering spirits—some weeping, others silent, some gnawing at their own limbs as if unaware of anything else.

"...."

Akamir quietly looked at the Spirit World.

It was nothing like he ever expected.

A world that was dying.

Nayomi’s voice echoed distantly, like a memory. "It corrupted everything..."

Akamir didn’t speak as he began to walk down the hill.

Here, if he lost once, it was very easy to end up completely lost and never be able to leave again.

There were a lot of things that fascinated him but he couldn’t explain half of it.

Like how he passed half-hidden Spirit World creatures that couldn’t be accurately described.

’I can’t even tell what direction I am going in.’

It was hard to know how far he had traveled.

Akamir calmly looked around the place as he still remembered all her warnings.

’Most spirits are territorial.’

So, the faster he moved the better for him.

"Akamir."

Nayomi’s voice made him glance at her as she pointed in a certain direction.

"Do you see that tree?"

Akamir followed her finger and found a huge, old and dried tree.

He frowned. "What about it?"

"Let’s go there."

Nayomi said, looking at him.

Akamir thought about it for a while.

’It’s better to listen to her.’

He concluded.

’She knows this place better than me.’

Akamir nodded softly. "Alright."

He began to walk towards the place, careful of the spirits.

’Not to make eye contact unless they show interest.’

He thought, making sure to follow her advice.

’Don’t appear nervous or else they will try to grow a desire to attack you.’

The tree began to appear closer while Akamir had already lost his sense of time.

The tree towered above them—ancient, leafless, its bark cracked.

His steps slowed down as he noticed a small light close to the tree root.

A small pocket dome was attached to it.

’...What?’

A dome that had uncorrupted small fairies.