Saturday, December 1, 2018.
The countryside appeared like a painting of desolation, drenched in dust and an eerie silence. Amid this dead land stood a weathered sign, defiantly proclaiming: “Land for sale: 900 km2.”
Drawn in, Tehimosin stepped onto the property. From an old, dilapidated house, an elderly man emerged, his face carved with the deep lines of time. His eyes carried a weary skepticism.
“You really want to buy this land?” the old man asked in a raspy voice. “Or are you like all the others—coming to ask, then vanishing like a ghost?”
Tehimosin looked straight into his eyes and replied firmly: “I’ll buy it, if the price is reasonable.”
“Just one million dollars,” the old man declared.
“Deal,” Tehimosin agreed without hesitation. Then, gazing toward the barren horizon, he asked: “But sir, why is it only you living here?”
The old man sighed, his eyes drifting toward the distant sky. “This place is a graveyard of dreams. It’s too far from any big city to find work, and the soil is stubborn—nothing grows. Water? The nearest source is 100,000 kilometers away. People don’t live here; they merely exist.”
“Wait here,” the old man muttered, a flicker of hope lighting his eyes. “I’ll prepare the papers.”
His hands trembling, he pulled out an old phone and called his grandson: “Hello? It’s me. I sold the land! Come take me to the city to live with you. You’ll be here in an hour? Good, I’ll wait.”
Tehimosin watched him, slightly surprised: “Are you sure? This entire 900 km2 really belongs to me?”
The old man frowned: “You’re not backing out, are you?”
“No,” Tehimosin replied gently. “It’s just… too cheap for such a vast territory.”
“I’ve already explained why,” the old man snapped, though without malice. “It’s a useless piece of land.”
“Yes, I understand.”
While waiting, the old man proudly showed Tehimosin pictures of his grandson. An hour later, a car sped in, trailing a cloud of dust. The grandson stepped out and shook Tehimosin’s hand with heartfelt gratitude.
“Thank you for buying this land,” the young man said. “You’ve reunited our family. My grandfather was so stubborn—he wouldn’t leave until he sold this place. I was worried sick about him living here alone. Once again, thank you.”
“No need to thank me so much,” Tehimosin replied as the car drove away, leaving him alone amid the swirling dust and absolute silence.
Tehimosin entered the old house. It was a relic of the past, reeking of decay and loneliness. It wouldn’t do. He decided immediately: He would build a new home and transform this ‘useless’ land into a radiant paradise.
Before leaving his old life behind, Tehimosin had been a master of soil science—a nurturer of life, an expert in cultivating forests of precious timber, vegetables, fruit trees, flowers, and grains.
He looked out over his 900 km2 empire and sketched a plan in his mind:
- Forest of fragrant wood: 300 km2
- Vegetables and root crops: 150 km2
- Fruit orchards: 150 km2
- Flower gardens: 100 km2
- Grain fields: 150 km2
- Residential area: 50 km2
The greatest challenge remained: Water.
With extraordinary resolve, Tehimosin began the unimaginable task of digging a canal to bring water from a source 100,000 kilometers away. It was an act of madness—a project for someone with nothing but time and strength.
For an entire month, he lived in complete isolation, his only companions the wind, the earth, and the relentless rhythm of labor. Amid the barren wasteland, the Chosen One struck the first blows of his shovel.
Part 2: The Red Thread of Fate
Tuesday, January 1, 2019.
From the lofty heavens of the sacred land Mogodto, the supreme leader of the Three Gods—Chijiushin—cast her gaze upon the mortal realm. Her ancient eyes settled on a solitary figure amidst vast, silent plantations.
“Tehimosin…” she whispered, her voice like the rustle of autumn leaves.
It wasn’t fair. The hero who once shed blood to redeem all humanity was now living a lonely life, burying himself in soil and isolation. To the Gods, this was a sight too bitter to accept.
“A savior deserves more than silence,” Chijiushin resolved. “I shall grant him a gift. A reward for his soul: companions.”
But divine gifts never arrive without a trial.
Chijiushin descended like a blazing star toward Tehimosin’s newly built home. She sought neither gold nor weapons, but an old, faded chest hidden in the bedroom—the place where Tehimosin kept his most treasured “riches,” relics tied to his deepest memories.
With a mischievous smile, the goddess performed an ancient ritual. She lightly slit her finger, letting a drop of Divine Blood fall upon the chest. Boom!
The room erupted in a prism of radiant light. The items inside the chest transformed into streams of multicolored brilliance, shooting out the window and scattering across the world.
At that moment, Tehimosin was outside tending the soil. He looked up, eyes widening as mystical streaks of light burst from his house.
“The chest…!”
He dropped his tools and sprinted. His heart pounded as he stormed into the bedroom—only to find the treasure chest flung wide open, utterly empty.
“Guess who did that?” a playful voice echoed through the room.
Tehimosin didn’t need to turn around to know. “A sugar-loving deity, dazzlingly brilliant, breathtakingly beautiful, and currently disguised as a Red-Footed Fox,” he replied, choosing description over name.
“You could just call me by name,” Chijiushin pouted, materializing in a swirl of crimson mist.
“Why are you here, my Lady?” Tehimosin asked, his tone a mix of respect and weariness. “Shouldn’t you be deep in your millennial slumber? And more importantly… where’s my treasure?”
“I saw how lonely you were, so I turned your most precious belongings into friends for you,” the goddess twirled gleefully. “Your companions are born from the memories you cherish most.”
Tehimosin felt a headache coming on. “So… where are these ‘friends’ now?”
“Oh, everywhere. Across the entire world. Some might not have even ‘awakened’ yet,” she waved dismissively.
Suddenly, a glowing crimson thread appeared in midair. One end was fastened to Tehimosin’s forehead, the other stretched endlessly, vanishing beyond the horizon.
“There! That’s the sign,” Chijiushin pointed excitedly. “Your first friend has emerged. Just follow this red thread, and you’ll find them.”
Her expression turned solemn, voice deepening. “But you must hurry. That friend carries my divine blood. If they fail to restrain its immense power, it will erupt and destroy everything around them.”
“You want me to suppress the power of a God?” Tehimosin sighed.
“Only you can,” she smiled as her form began to fade into translucent light. “Have fun on your little adventure, Tehimosin. I’m truly going to sleep for a thousand years now. Don’t wake me!”
With a final wink, the Goddess of Mogodto vanished.
Tehimosin stood in the empty room, staring at the red thread tugging at his soul. “Great… so much for resting,” he muttered.
A new journey had begun—not to seek gold or riches, but a pilgrimage to reclaim his lost “treasures”—items that now had hearts, voices, and lives of their own.
But which item from the chest had become the first friend? Ahead lay a quest brimming with joy, laughter, and perhaps a touch of chaos. The search for the “Living Treasures” had officially begun.
Part 3: The Princess in the Rain and the Thread of Destiny
In a distant corner of an unfamiliar city, the sky suddenly turned pitch black. Rain poured down in torrents, yet strangely, the storm followed only one young girl. Wherever she walked, the tempest trailed behind. People around her began to tremble in fear, avoiding her and pointing as if she were a cursed creature.
“Monster! A monster bringing misfortune!”
Amid the blinding rain and cruel insults, a gentle umbrella appeared above her head. Tehimosin stood there, his hand resting on her shoulder, sending a warm surge of power that gradually calmed the divine storm.
But as the rain ceased, a storm of hatred erupted. The crowd spilled into the streets, screaming at the fragile girl:
“It’s your fault the crops failed!”“Your fault the fishing boats can’t sail!”“Because of you, traffic is chaos and construction has stopped!”
Though the sky had cleared, water still fell from her face—tears. She never chose to be born with this power, but the world didn’t care. They only needed a target for their rage.
The mob grew frenzied. They grabbed anything within reach—bowls, rotten eggs, garbage, even stones and blades—and hurled them at her.
“Get out! Filthy creature!”“Die, you bringer of disaster!”
Tehimosin said nothing. He pulled her close, using his own back as a shield. Shards of broken pottery and hammer blows from above tore his shirt to shreds, blood soaking a wide patch across his back. The girl trembled, whispering through sobs: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Tehimosin bent down and gently said: “You’re beautiful. Not even a storm like that could wash away your beauty.”
The unexpected compliment amid a hurricane of hatred left her stunned. Her tear-filled eyes softened with shy gratitude: “Thank you… thank you.”
But the pack of wolves didn’t relent. Seeing someone protect her only fueled their fury. Shards of glass on the ground cut her feet, drawing blood. Unwilling to cause more chaos by unleashing her power on humans, Tehimosin lifted her into his arms and trudged through the raging crowd. Only when they were out of sight did he use “Light Speed” to carry them both back to his forest home.
Once inside, Tehimosin laid her gently on the sofa. Seeing her cry again over his wounds, he smiled reassuringly:
“Don’t cry. I’m a child of the sun—so long as the sun rises, I cannot die.”
He peeled off his blood-soaked shirt, revealing wounds that miraculously closed and healed before her eyes. Tehimosin spoke calmly:
“Humans are like that. They always need someone to blame for the disasters they themselves create. They destroy forests, pollute the earth, and when nature strikes back, they call you a monster. You were born only today. None of this is your fault.”
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Hearing this, all her pent-up grief burst forth. She ran into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, soaking his shirt before collapsing from exhaustion.
That night, Tehimosin didn’t sleep. He washed her torn clothes and carefully stitched a new outfit from spare fabric. He mused: “Chijiushin really is refined—her choice of garments is far more elegant than those sloppy gods in manga.”
The next morning, the girl awoke in Tehimosin’s oversized shirt. He yawned and handed her the freshly sewn dress: “I didn’t have any women’s clothes here, and the shops were closed last night, so I made this myself. Try it on.”
She began changing right there, making Tehimosin panic: “In the room, please!”
She blinked innocently: “Didn’t you change me last night?”
When she stepped out in the perfectly fitted dress, Tehimosin smiled: “Now you have a name. I found you in the mist, so from now on, you’re Nebelselle—the Lady of the Fog.”
A new life began. When Tehimosin worked in the garden, Nebelselle quietly followed. Seeing her sit in silence, he asked about her interests. Nebelselle glanced at a small tear in his shirt and whispered: “Master… I want to learn sewing. I want to care for your clothes.”
Tehimosin was surprised by the title “Master,” but he smiled and agreed. He bought her fashion magazines and guided her through the first stitches. Though her early sketches were clumsy and she hid them in embarrassment, Tehimosin encouraged her:
“Keep practicing. With diligence, you’ll succeed. When you’re proud of your work, show me.”
Under the peaceful eaves, Tehimosin’s quest to reclaim his “living treasures” had begun with a warm, gentle start.
Part 4: The Name Painted in the Colors of Destiny
Time flowed gently beneath the eaves of the new home. Nebelselle was no longer the timid girl she once was. Her sketches had grown sharp and elegant, earning Tehimosin’s approving nod.
One afternoon, as her hands moved swiftly with needle and thread, Nebelselle glanced up at her master, curiosity gleaming in her eyes:
“Master… when we first met, you said you wanted to name me Fogita—a blend of ‘Fog’ in English and ‘Se?orita’ in Spanish. Why did you change your mind and call me Nebelselle instead?”
Tehimosin paused, smiling faintly as his gaze drifted toward the horizon:
“The name Fogita is too common out there, Nebelselle. I despise imitation—and even more so, mediocrity.”
His voice deepened as he explained:
“In German, fog is Nebel. In French, Mademoiselle means ‘young lady.’ Combine them, and you have Nebelselle—a name that is unique, meant only for you.”
“And what about your name, Master?” she tilted her head.
“My surname is Setsugefuhl, derived from Mitgefühl in German, meaning compassion. Tehimosin represents emotion. From now on, you’ll bear my surname too. Remember this—your full name is Setsugefuhl Nebelselle.”
Nebelselle softly repeated the name, her heart swelling with a strange warmth. She didn’t just have a name now—she had a family.
To help her protect herself, Tehimosin began teaching her elemental techniques, from basic to advanced. From guiding drifting clouds and conjuring mist illusions for concealment, to offensive moves like firing high-pressure bubbles and summoning rain for suppression.
Friday, March 1, 2019.The new house, infused with Tehimosin’s personal touch, was finally complete, featuring a charming private room for Nebelselle. He kept the old, dilapidated house of the elderly man as a memento of his humble beginnings.
Monday, April 1, 2019.When Tehimosin returned from the garden, he was stunned to see new garments hanging everywhere—radiant and refined down to the last stitch.
“All of these… you made them for me?”
Nebelselle nodded shyly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Tehimosin laughed, glancing at the towering pile of clothes:
“With this many, I’d have to wear a new outfit every day! I’ll keep a few to wear, and the rest… let’s sell them, shall we?”
The moment she heard the word “sell,” Nebelselle pouted, her eyes flashing with disdain for humankind.
Tehimosin stepped closer, gently resting his hand on her head:
“I know you dislike humans. But selling these clothes is how you can help me—help us gain the resources to grow this place.”
Nebelselle lowered her gaze, her small shoulders trembling with inner conflict. At last, she looked up, meeting his eyes with quiet resolve:
“Alright… as long as it helps you.”
“Good girl,” Tehimosin smiled warmly. “And hey, don’t just make clothes for me. You should sew some beautiful dresses for yourself too.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied softly.
In the serene expanse of the 900 km2 land, laughter and understanding began to fill the void where loneliness once dwelled.
Part 5: Salvation in the Black Mist
Three months of peaceful coexistence passed like a beautiful dream. But destiny never allows tranquility to last forever.
Monday, April 15, 2019.Bad news arrived: The Land of Mist—Nebelselle’s homeland—was under brutal attack. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tehimosin and Nebelselle mounted the clouds and rode the winds back to that place steeped in agony.
The sight before them was horrifying. Forty percent of the population had fallen; blood and smoke blanketed the land. Yet when Nebelselle descended from the sky with hope to help, what awaited her were not cries for aid, but screams of hatred.
“Monster! The monster has returned, everyone!”
The terrifying memories of the past ignited in the hearts of the people. They didn’t care who was attacking them—they simply assumed her presence was the source of calamity. The mob hurled foul filth at her in unison.
Tehimosin stepped in front of Nebelselle, his eyes blazing with rare fury. He wondered: “After all this time, how can human hearts remain so cruelly obstinate?”
Suppressing his anger, he declared firmly: “We came here to help you!”
The crowd fell silent—but instead of gratitude, they turned away in contempt. Tehimosin quietly left food, medicine, and supplies before taking Nebelselle away. High above the earth, though her body reeked of stench, Tehimosin never once recoiled. He removed his shirt and gently wrapped it around her face to block the foul odor.
Back home, Tehimosin nudged her shoulder: “Go wash up first. We’ll deal with everything else later.”
Nebelselle stared into emptiness, her voice dry: “They still haven’t forgotten… the one they want to destroy has always been me.”
“You… aren’t crying anymore?” Tehimosin asked anxiously.
“I have no tears left to cry,” she replied, her lonely silhouette fading behind the bathroom door.
But as the hot water cascaded down, muffled sobs seeped through. Tehimosin leaned against the door, sighing:
“Didn’t you say you had no tears? I know—you just didn’t want to cry in front of me.”
He gently opened the door and stepped inside. Nebelselle sat hunched in the bathtub, her shoulders trembling. Tehimosin sat beside her, his voice warm:
“Silly girl, don’t bottle up your feelings. That only deepens the pain. If you want to cry, then cry.”
Nebelselle collapsed into her master’s arms, sobbing as if to release all the anguish of a forsaken life. Through her tears, she asked in torment:
“Why must we protect humans when they never show gratitude, never repay kindness?”
Tehimosin stroked her head, his eyes drifting to the window where the sunset bathed the 900 km2 land in gold:
“Protection… sometimes needs no reason at all.”
Nebelselle looked up at him. After a long silence, she nodded softly: “Yes… I understand.”
Part 6: When the Truth Is Spoken
Ten days after Nebelselle's mood improved.
Thursday, April 25, 2019.
The Master and Nebelselle returned to her homeland (the Land of Mist).
At this time, Nebelselle was riding the clouds, carrying the Master from above to observe and investigate everything.
It was 7:00 PM when the two of them passed by a large supermarket, and Tehimosin noticed two suspicious people.
King shot a light from his hand that turned people into sand, while Queen turned people into water.
The number of people transformed was quite large, as the Master could see many puddles of sand and water on the ground.
The Master ordered Nebelselle: Land over there.
Tehimosin and Nebelselle ran towards the two of them.
The Master said: You two, stop right now.
King and Queen shot beams of light at Tehimosin and Nebelselle.
The Master said: Nebelselle, use the “Transform Body into Mist” technique.
Nebelselle nodded.
Tehimosin used 0.001% of the speed of the “Speed of Light” technique to dodge the attack.
Seeing Tehimosin and Nebelselle able to do that, King and Queen both thought: “Are these two monsters?”
The Master said: Using force won't solve the problem, we can resolve this through negotiation and discussion.
Suddenly, Queen dissolved into brilliant rays of light, flew up to the sky, and disappeared.
Queen said: I'm going to heaven to reunite with my family.
King cried out: My wife!
The Master and Nebelselle were bewildered, not knowing what had happened.
Then King took off his armor, revealing his true face.
King was very surprised to see that Tehimosin and Nebelselle were very calm, not at all panicked.
King said: Aren't you afraid of me?
The Master replied: Afraid? Why should we be afraid? We are all friends, aren't we?
Nebelselle added: What is scary about a person's appearance compared to their heart?
Finally, King decided to tell them the whole truth.
Part 7: The Mistake of the Future
King said: Actually, I am a scientist from the 22nd century, specifically the year 2119.
Nebelselle responded: So it's 100 years later.
The Master asked: What will people be like 100 years from now?
King replied: People 100 years from now are just like people today.
The Master asked: Don't people in the future have any special abilities? For example, turning people into sand or water.
King said: Oh, are you implying that about me? This is not a special ability. As I said, I’m a scientist. This is something I created for burial by earth (turning humans into dust) and burial by water (turning humans into water). This is how future humans will handle corpses when there is no more land for burials.
King continued: But on the contrary, I want to ask you, where did your power come from?
The Master replied: It's a long story, but to put it briefly, it was granted by the god Mogodto.
King said: God? There are no gods.
The Master explained: The gods of Mogodto have been in a deep sleep for a thousand years, so no one knows about their existence 100 years from now.
Tehimosin said: By the way, continue your story.
The Past of Furvistiman King:
Monday, June 3, 2119 – The FURVISTIMAN Project (Research Project on Future Humans of the 23rd Century) succeeded.
King: During the research, I discovered that humans 100 years later (2219) will evolve to resemble the glass frog species.
King continued: This is how future humans deal with diseases by transforming their skin and flesh to become transparent, allowing the bones, brain, and internal organs to be visible.
King continued: Issues with the liver (hepatitis B, hepatitis C, fatty liver, hepatitis, cirrhosis, and liver cancer), kidneys (kidney failure, nephritis, and kidney cancer), heart (heart failure, myocardial infarction, and coronary artery disease), intestines and stomach (gastric ulcers, enteritis, colorectal cancer, and stomach cancer), etc., can all be treated in time to extend lifespan.
King continued: I conducted experiments with my family, including myself, my wife, my father, and my mother.
The experiment to become FURVISTIMAN was successful, just as he predicted, and his family evolved into future humans of the year 2219.
However, he found FURVISTIMAN too fragile, so he created armor for it, integrating modern weapons.
He then announced it to the government, but the government only said one thing: No. Your experiment is not to be disclosed at this time.
King: Why not? The whole world needs to know what they will look like 100 years from now.
After saying that, King left.
Due to the country's turmoil, the government did not want to cause further panic among the people.
So the government set fire to the laboratory to erase the evidence.
Unfortunately, his family was in the laboratory at that time.
But in a stroke of luck, somehow his family was transported back to the past, to the year 2019.
Part 8: Crimes Born of Fear
When summoned to the present (February 1, 2019), his wife went into labor, and they were fortunately transported right in front of a maternity hospital.
His wife gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The doctor was shocked to see that the babies had transparent skin and flesh, revealing their bones, brain, and internal organs.
Then he carried the two children and ran to hand them over to his grandfather and grandmother. The people in the hospital, curious, gathered around to watch.
With no other option, he transformed into FURVISTIMAN and created an escape route to flee the hospital.
His wife, along with his father and mother, also transformed into people from the future in the 23rd century to escape from there.
Future humans have the special ability to recover health rapidly.
The doctor who delivered the future family, upon realizing he had delivered a mother who gave birth to a "monster," reported to the authorities and held a press conference to announce to the world that aliens were invading Earth.
A pseudo-scientist from the 21st century said: Finally, the day has come; aliens have appeared.
Thus, the FURVISTIMAN family was hunted as strange creatures.
The authorities and police declared: Capture the future family wherever they are found.
People of the present (2019) were very afraid of future humans (2119), viewing them as aliens disguised as humans, and tried to capture them at all costs.
These future humans lived like a normal family, eating leftover food from restaurants and hotels, sleeping on the streets, under bridges, etc.
But as time passed, the two children grew rapidly – one day equaled one year of age, and after 18 days, the children were 18 years old.
Their father knew this was the effect of evolution (the two children had only two months to live). The two children were named Furvistiman Prince and Furvistiman Princess.
Knowing they would die soon, the family decided to spend their remaining time doing what they wanted, which was to travel around the world together.
It seemed that FURVISTIMAN would have a peaceful life until they died.
But something happened that changed everything.
A child got lost from their mother, and the future grandmother (Furvistiman Empress Dowager), being a kind person, took the child to find their mother.
The humans thought she had kidnapped the child as a hostage; when she brought the child back to their mother, it was also the moment she was shot dead by the police, even though the current mother had waved her hand to stop them from shooting.
The future grandfather (Furvistiman Grand Emperor) witnessed everything.
Before leaving, the grandmother had texted the grandfather: "I'm taking the lost child to find their mother, so I'll be late. You and the kids eat first, don't wait for me."
Moved by her kindness, the grandfather silently observed her from a distance and also witnessed his wife being shot dead by the police.
As a result, the family of five decided to actively kill modern humans.
King: Just because of a different appearance, we are attacked, even though this is the form of humans in the future.
Queen: People, no matter which century they are in, only care about appearances.
They knew that the more they evolved, the closer they got to death (each evolution into FURVISTIMAN reduced their lifespan by one year).
And they might even be stuck in the FURVISTIMAN form forever, but they still did it.
Thus, The future grandfather (Furvistiman Grand Emperor) was the next to die.
Two months passed, and their two children also passed away.
No one allowed them to be kind.
Returning to the present setting (the year 2019):
King asked: What's your name?
The Master replied: My name is Setsugefuhl Tehimosin.
King said: No wonder you look so familiar.
King: You are the greatest of the great, the greatest figure in human history.
After saying that, King dissolved into brilliant rays of light, flew up to the sky, and disappeared.
The Master and Nebelselle watched those brilliant rays of light ascend into the sky and become a star.
Nebelselle asked: Master, do you think those six stars are their family?
The Master replied: Yes, I'm sure they are.
Finally, the two of them rode the clouds back home.