Perfidia - Isekai

Well. It wasn't a humiliation yet. She would get that Humanity, every single fleck of it. She didn't need to make a world at all—she already had one. His wish was not the first of its kind. Nobody's was. Didn't even need the ten percent Humanity she took. John Coke, 1642, back when she still worked in England. She never forgot a deal. She'd use his world. And, regaining some confidence, she realized she knew exactly how to keep Jay Waringcrane alive for the next month.

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Past the twenty-seven mausoleums the graveyard continued, but with only simple stone markers for princes and consorts, half-hidden amid a sea of frond and fern. The only place yet inviolate by the greenery was the grand cobblestone road that ran between the two rows of statues up to what in this world was known as the Door: an immutable stone archway that had not opened in nearly four hundred years.

Until, without warning, it opened.

It made no noise; only a translucent shimmer like the skin of a bubble in the empty space under the arch. A human stepped out and appeared in this world. Behind him the shimmer dispersed and the Door shut once more.

"Meh," said Jay Waringcrane.

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[1] Spirit of Eternal Negation, [2] The Same Place in a Worse World