Among the things that drastically change in this Third Timeline, Meteos and Nadia’s first encounter after Robin was there to save her from the burglars on that fateful night was among some things that did not. Their friendship blossomed much the same, if anything enriched by Nadia’s discovery of a circle of more powerful friends. Furthermore, emboldened by her friends’ prompting and subsequently secured by the Foundation’s sponsorship, Nadia’s life in the capital city had assumed a markedly greater ease. Meteos didn’t know if his self-proclaimed cousin Annette Pendragon had planned something similar in the Second Timeline, but in what appeared to be a maneuver to draw him into the Arden District to play or other purposes, Annette had managed to convince the Good Duke to offer Nadia lodging within the confines of their unoccupied manor.

If Annette of this timeline came to view Nadia as a sister she never had, surpassing their previous timeline’s friendship, then it’s good for her.

Unfortunately, the fact that she only spent half a month in Leiden before returning to Zaftra to visit her grandmother also remained unchanged. And so, when they sent her off at the Leiden Station, Meteos promised that they would keep in contact and they would pick up right where they left off next month. It was quite a memory that sparked a fond smile. On the bright side, he couldn’t wait to read Nadia’s recollections of the breathtaking landmarks she would pass through on her journey home.

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August 18, 1615 Central Calendar, 20:00

Leiden, Enysfal Province, Holy Milishial Empire

When Meteos returned from his reverie, he found himself inside the basement of his house again. The familiar chill still held the air, but just as this world had always known this building as a villa, Meteos’ Third Timeline memories told him that this spacious basement was always this way, seamlessly superimposed with the recollection of the more utilitarian, cramped, and smaller version of this place from the Second Timeline should Meteos decide to recall it. And now that he and his family also made some adjustments for an upcoming ‘secret’ talk, the space had been transformed into a makeshift conference room, where chairs were arranged in a loose circle surrounding a small wooden construct.

Just like in the Second Timeline where everything was abruptly reset, Meteos still ‘convinced’ Robin, Arthur, and Magister Enepsigos through the Temple of Heaven and subsequently revealed his memories of the future, albeit disguising them as experiencing a supernatural phenomenon called ‘visions.’ However, there are some additions to this.

Apparently, the scenario in this timeline goes like this: A shadow of suspicion had crept into Adonis’ mind as he witnessed Meteos, his youngest brother, possessed a genius that seemed to be too effortless, too polished, and almost unnatural. Though Adonis didn’t really expect whatever he thought to be actually true, a seed of doubt had been sown. So, when Meteos, who had noticed his elder sibling’s disquiet by himself, invited him to the basement on that day for a talk along with the original three members, Adonis was both surprised and apprehensive as Meteos revealed his ‘gift.’ It floored the eldest brother, but he quickly regained his composure and promised to help him. Thus, he pledged to stand by his brother and aided him in forming a circle of trusted allies to whom he could entrust the burden of future knowledge.

Thus, united by a shared purpose, everyone was here gathering in the basement tonight after several days of preparation: the entire Roguerider family barring the pregnant Meteora; several of the expanded household staff who are actually members of the Order of the Ancients; the MOASEC liaison to the Foundation, Arsene Lippin; and finally, Adel Legendorga, here to kickstart a deeper connection to the powerful Legendorga family now that the Rogueriders’ change of domicile in this timeline resulted in Victor didn’t plan his visit to Leiden. Predictably, the side effect of this ensemble of people with different backgrounds and loyalties resulted in them admitting to the other about the affiliations that they kept hidden and forming a new information network with Meteos’ presence at the center… and the application of the Temple of Heaven when necessary.

Of course, the entire drama was all orchestrated by Meteos, the Four Horsemen, and Kagaseo. The Four Horsemen’s quest to understand mortal happiness translates as becoming supporting characters in the life of a mortal and a god who managed to catch their attention the most since the beginning of the Civilization Annihilation Game, and they performed their roles impeccably to allow the ‘protagonist’ take the center stage tonight.

Having his plans for the future derailed by celestial entities twice, Meteos was quite surprised at himself for being able to adapt and adjust with an impressive affinity. He was thankful that both incidents somehow ended up in his favor.

…………

The trapezoidal prism positioned at the center of the basement was a simple carpentry work serving as a mounting to support an improvised device made by Meteos. By using some wire to connect the Desire Driver’s reactor with Meteos’ X Deviser, he effectively harnessed the desire-interpreting capability of the G4 Manadriver technology, allowing the creation of a makeshift hologram projector powered by an extremely powerful and efficient hydrogen engine fueled merely by pouring water into it, which is then remotely controlled by a modified bracelet-mounted manacom. This contraption eliminated the need for mana provision from people, sparing both Meteos and others from the exhaustion previously required to keep the Manadriver operational. Of course, the Desire Driver’s potential was not lost on Meteos now that a product from another dimension taking place in the distant future that was previously only accessible through memory was physically here. Had there not been only six of them in existence and each one was being used by his siblings for various purposes already, he would have immediately loaned his Desire Driver and the know-how to the Order of the Ancients as a means to substitute for a warship’s entire powerplant or something.

Having refreshed the audience on the fundamentals of his ‘condition,’ Meteos commanded the X Deviser – its crystalline screen angled upward on the wooden mount – to zoom in from the projection of the known world map, focusing on the two continents nestled south of the three civilization areas.

“I still need to wrap my head around the display of this level of versatility,” Meteos heard Lippin mutter some words as the audience witnessed the magical particles, controlled by the boy’s desire through the X Deviser, rearrange themselves in a manner that is reminiscent to holographic display technologies from what is known in some worlds as ‘science-fiction’ genre.

After schooling his expression, putting away a small smile that emerged on his face, Meteos started his narration. “If one were to begin from the southernmost point on the Central World, and trace a line directly south, they would eventually come across the lands that make up a civilization that rules over a wide-reaching realm of two continent-shaped landmasses and their surrounding islands, the Annonrial Empire. In spite of their scale, however, no one in the civilization areas or outside of it would describe it as any more than a ‘massive nation that’s probably inhabited by barbarians.’ However, this is no coincidence since the Annonrial Empire is the only nation in the known world that’s actively enforcing an isolationist policy with all trade and commerce strictly limited to this small island of Bushpaka Latan on the country’s northernmost point.”

Zooming in further, the projection settled on an island in the southern body of water known as the Veriare Sea. As a follow-up, rectangular projections of what appeared to be detailed magical photograph-like depictions of Bushpaka Latan also appeared to accompany the explanation. To members who had been to that place and recognized the places being depicted, the manifestation of these details in the memories of a boy who had never even set foot there reinforced the evidence that these indeed came from Meteos’ visions of future events.

“For our people, this location is constructed and run akin to any run-of-the-mill nation outside the civilization areas. But in reality, Bushpaka Latan to the Winged People is more like a theme park, a place deliberately built and shown to the foreigners as a primitive settlement in order to mask their true technological level. There are occasions where a modestly-sized nation from the civilization areas dared to try and attack this region, but not much was known after the fact besides the point that the aforementioned nation’s invasion force ‘disappeared without a trace’ and was ‘never heard from again.’ With that experience in mind, any other country with prospective desires over that part of the world almost immediately dropped them. In truth, those disappearances are not really as supernatural in nature as everyone would’ve thought. Next, take a look at this bird’s eye view of this supposed backwater country’s mainland.”

As willed by Meteos, the projection shimmered once again, this time resolving into a detailed satellite image of the Annonrial Empire during daytime. The two continents were clearly visible, with two distinct halves contrasting each other dramatically. To the continent on the left called “Branchel,” a desert sprawled in the interior, fringed by a rugged mountain range running along the continent’s length in the southern part from northeast to southwest, with another smaller mountain range to the north. This contrasted with the lush greenery that dominates the flatter continent on the right, labeled as “Illemese” on the projection. Here, dense tropical forest interiors carpet the rolling hills, interrupted by the shimmering blue of rivers snaking their way towards the sea.

However, it was the clusters of glittering gray settlements that finally ensnared the audience’s attention. These urban centers, concentrated on the southern part of the Annonrial Empire, mirrored the overhead view of the Holy Milishial Empire’s own cities with a rather uncanny resemblance. This unsettling familiarity sparked whispers fueled by curiosity and disbelief.

Amidst the hushes, Robin spoke up.

“Umm, kid, I want to ask something,” she raised her hand and waved to draw the reincarnator’s gaze. “So, this the aerial photo of Annonrial mainland as you saw in your future visions?”

“You could say that, Teacher,” Meteos replied with a nod. “But more accurately, this is not taken from a Heavenly Vessel or some kind of flying creature, but by purpose-built artificial satellites orbiting this planet at an altitude of around 800 kilometers. The Holy Empire in the future will be able to develop this technology and use it for many, many purposes. Just like what the Ancient Sorcerous Empire was doing with their Mystars.”

Robin and the others clamored.

“That’s impressive! Really!?”

“For your information, the Order did come across some relics that tell us about vehicles that the Ancient Sorcerous Empire placed in outer space. And… they called them ‘Mystars,’ as Young Meteos said.”

“So we can catch up to the Ancient Sorcerous Empire’s level, after all.”

“I wonder if we will live to see such a future?”

It will take some more time and research before it becomes a reality. But in the present day, foundations are already being made to finally reach the stars and launch practical tools into outer space.

After the noises died down, Meteos took it as a cue to continue briefing them on the southern world. As he switched to the view during nighttime, numerous clusters of artificial lighting dotted the lands in a similar fashion to the Holy Milishial Empire and even pictures of what seemed to be Heavenly Vessels and powerful warships—size and armament similar in scope to the Milishian magic battleships—moored in their harbors further built the sense among the audience that Annonrial’s true technological level is unprecedentedly high, comparable to their own. This was further reinforced as soon as Meteos switched to a three-dimensional projection of a city named Magicaregia located in the southern Branchel continent.

“Is that Annonrial’s capital city?”

“It is,” Meteos affirmed.

“Honestly… if you look at it, the city looks just like Runepolis…”

“Indeed. If you were to show it to someone unfamiliar, they might think it’s the Imperial Capital.”

Meteos continued, willing the Manadriver to show images as necessary.

“The Annonrial Empire is a country with a population of around two hundred million people, slightly smaller than the Holy Empire. In addition, it is not as rich in magical resources as the Holy Empire and the density of the Ancient Sorcerous Empire’s ruins where they can excavate leftover technologies surprisingly pales in comparison to ours. But the Winged People make up for it with their higher level of understanding of those magical technologies. To put it bluntly, the Annonrial Empire is the real strongest country in the world, known world and beyond,” he asserted, quickly adding to the information: “with the Holy Empire quickly catching up at the second place.”

As a wave of murmurs rippled through the room again, Legiel voiced a question. “Little Brother, you said this ‘theme park’ façade is deliberate. Pray tell, why in the world would a nation strong enough to rival the Holy Empire choose to hide their light under a bushel?”

While Meteos eyed this new older brother of his with a subtle gaze of distrust, he answered such an important question regardless. On the projection, the audience was surprised to see Meteos willing it to conjure a projection of a man. This man, who looked to be someone in his late teens, was clad in a regal white surcoat and attire with black outlines on his long-sleeved shirt and trousers. He also has shining blue eyes, a skin so fair that it’s borderline pale, and short shimmering blue hair. A beautiful curtain matches the beautiful window, even as the man’s flat countenance and gaze looked as if he was disgusted at whatever standing in front of him, which happened to be the audience members.

In contrast to a Winged Man that the audience members would have expected, this young man noticeably lacks wings from his back. However, another picture soon appeared, showing a figure in a sleek metallic blue and silver full-body armor with three pairs of glowing white wings spread out from his back. Labeled “Heavenly Armament,” it was somehow the same type of the Ancient Sorcerous Empire armor that was known in the legend as the one used by the Second Emperor if one would ignore the wings. Is this a depiction of the same person?

At this sight, they were understandably taken aback, giving Meteos an avenue to explain himself.

“This is the current ruler of the Annonrial Empire, Zarathostra, or as he styled himself, Zarathostra of the Messiah. This youthful appearance is sustained by magic, and he would be 273 years old this year,” he gestured to the projection. “He and the ruling dynasty of Annonrial are made up of the last surviving lineage of the Light-Winged People on this planet, and this is where the reason for this whole deception comes in. Like the native founders of the Holy Milishial Empire, the Light-Winged founders of the Annonrial Empire also believed that the Ancient Sorcerous Empire would return in the future. It’s just… their philosophy is a complete opposite of our country.”

Magister Enepsigos, known as Rachel Giles who is still a maid in this timeline, nodded silently as she crossed her arms. “Then, if I understand this correctly, Young Master,” she began after a moment of contemplation. “Annonrial, with its hidden power and leadership, seeks to usher in the return of the Ancient Sorcerous Empire, in contrast to the Holy Empire’s struggle to resist it. This places our two nations… on a collision course, does it not?”

A hush fell over the room as soon as Rachel spoke. The idea of the Holy Milishial Empire, still struggling towards its own potential, facing off against a hidden powerhouse actively working to bring about a cataclysmic event is a stark and unsettling prospect. Their pride as the protector of the world, having been cultivated for as long as the Holy Empire existed, will retch at the thought of them losing.

“Indeed, Miss Giles. If Annonrial truly holds such power, their intentions and actions become incredibly worrisome. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume they’ve already begun laying the groundwork for their agenda while they deceived everyone, don’t you think?” Legiel commented with words that made the audience pause in their thoughts.

“Uhmm…”

“Perhaps… by sowing chaos amongst other countries through manipulation and clandestine operations that could weaken the potential resistance against the Ancient Sorcerous Empire’s return.”

“I think that doesn’t seem farfetched. Everyone seems to dismiss them as insignificant, so it allows them to go on their way under everyone’s noses,” Roderick added from his seat. “Is that what happened in your visions, son?”

Meteos shifted the projection again, showing a map of the known world and a red arrow pointing toward the Third Civilization Area.

“This is where it begins. Since Annonrial’s mainland is rather scarce in resources, my visions showed that they would draft an invasion plan north to target the weakest region first. But at present, Annonrial primarily engages in operations to abduct people for their experiments and gather information gathering regarding the location of Revival Beacons and plans to retrieve them.”

“Ugh…” Ashera let out a staged groan. “They kidnap people too?”

“Hmm… Revival Beacons, you say…?” Rachel parroted, seemingly trying to picture something in her mind.

“Magister?” a member of the Order noticed her expression and hesitantly called out to her.

With a nod and a flick of his wrist, Meteos conjured a new projection to replace the map and asked, “Alright, Miss Giles and friends from the Order. Does this relic remind you of anything?”

“Ah! So that’s what you call a Revival Beacon,” Robin exclaimed on the Order’s behalf. “We in the Order and the Ancient Ministry’s secret department call them Object 169.”

“You have discovered three of them in the Middle Lands and your analysis concluded that the casing of the first two is made out of Object 120, but the third is made out of orichalcum, correct?” Meteos asked with a knowing grin.

“Yeah, yeah!” the bespectacled woman nodded enthusiastically. “Goodness gracious, kid. Those future visions of yours are no joke, huh?”

Arthur and Rachel couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight despite the overall tense atmosphere. It was good to have her to lighten the mood. The latter then turned to Roderick and Adonis who sat beside him.

“Excuse me, Master. Is that not the same kind of mysterious artifact that the Foundation’s expedition in the Quila Kingdom has discovered?”

“Y-yes… seems like it.”

Roderick leaned in his chair with a surprised expression before confirming.

Adonis calmly called out. “So, how many agents that the Order have inserted into the Foundation at this point, Magister Enepsigos?”

“I think that deserves another long talk, Young Master.”

Adonis laughed quietly. “For coordination purposes, I reckon? Well, had it not for my brother’s sake… the thought of someone infiltrating our company would be quite… vexing.”

Thanks to Meteos’ Temple of Heaven magic, there was no unnecessary chaos that erupted from this series of shocking reveals that occurred one after another. Everyone here just ‘convinced’ themselves that it would be very detrimental to do so and ‘decided’ to calmly accept it and pick the best from those.

“In any case, I wanted to help,” Meteos declared. “My future visions can show you more about the relics and places where these Revival Beacons and other objects of importance are located, so that you can secure them ahead of the Annonrial Empire… I don’t want to see the people I care about and the people they care about suffer because of the foolishness of one group of people who refused to change and move on from the past…”

Looking at Rachel in the eyes, Adonis smirked. “Well, the Foundation, the Ancient Ministry, and the Order of the Ancients… Having the support of the three most influential groups within the Holy Empire will provide a solid foundation for Meteos’ wishes. Besides, isn’t all this consistent with this country’s reason for being, which is to ‘protect the world from the enemy of all races,’ correct?”

“Indeed,” Rachel returned the young man’s words with a similar expression on her face.

Cyrus who was quiet for the entire session up until now suddenly raised a hand.

“Brother.”

“Yes, Brother Cyrus?”

“If the Ancient Sorcerous Empire were to return, what would happen to the Winged People?”

Crossing his arms and pondering for a moment, the youngest Roguerider dropped another bomb.

“They will die.”

“Ehh!?”

“The majority of the Annonrial natives believe that the Ancient Sorcerous Empire is truly gone and they are only concerned with surviving in this world. The Winged People’s upper echelons and those engaging in the Ancient Sorcerous Empire’s revival are indoctrinated by the ruling family that the Ancient Sorcerous Empire is their savior, but they will die all the same. But even an average Annonrial native won’t cooperate with us either, unfortunately, unless someone comes to them with an undeniable fact.”

“How troublesome,” Ashera rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Meteos nodded slowly. “Ancient legends mention that the most infamous trait of the Light-Winged People is the fact that they harbor a burning hatred to any sentient species who is not them, but their love for themselves is unrivaled by anyone else that the death of one individual will direct an entire empire’s wrath to anyone who caused it. Zarathostra and his family will be welcomed as their brethren, but for those Winged People? Impure beings born from interbreeding with the natives?”

He continued and counted three things on his fingers.

“The Ancient Sorcerous Empire, if they arrive, will be isolated, but thanks to the Annonrial Empire’s presence, they will be able to immediately obtain these three things from the Winged People: food, emergency battery, and game to be hunted for sport. You can say that what Zarathostra of the Messiah has been doing all along is to farm resources for his returning brethren. He will quickly throw these hateful beings aside for the fellow Light-Winged People who will offer him boundless affection.”

“…That’s something.”

“Hm.”

Amidst the audience who tried to make sense of all of it, Meteos brought his gaze to search for Legiel and their eyes met.

…………

Two days ago

August 16, 1615 Central Calendar

“You know, Little Brother? It seems that there are those who change, those who never change, and those who don’t want to change.”

‘Fuck!’

Meteos, who was sure that he was alone in his room until then, lightly bristled when Legiel’s voice suddenly came from the direction of his bed. Turning from the disassembled Desire Driver he was examining, Meteos looked behind him to see the First Horseman lying with hands behind his head on the bed and staring at the ceiling, having appeared out of nowhere.

“……I locked the door for a reason.”

Legiel chuckled. “I like it when my Little Brother is humorous.”

‘Do you practice being creepy!?’

Meteos recalled that in this Third Timeline, Kagaseo as Ace had tried to kill Legiel many times. However, after failing spectacularly each time, Ace bitterly remarked that “even hateful beings have their own uses” during one of his talks with Meteos. A Horseman to a god did seem similar to the power dynamic between a god and a mortal, the only difference is that gods can die, but a Horseman’s seeming ‘death’ is just them trolling before respawning again and again and again. Slaying them was akin to battling a phantom; one could never extinguish the concept they embodied, so trying to ‘kill’ them is just a useless endeavor.

“As I recall, the Executive Producer of the Civilization Annihilation Game is the source of every problem happening in this world. That person happened to be you, so… would you mind staying away from me? That’s the least you can do,” Meteos sarcastically remarked.

“Okay, Little Brother, time to ask you a question. How could possibly a person be so selfish in intention, yet doing things that will end up selfless at the same time?”

“………”

Meteos’ jaw clenched. Legiel’s voice, soft as ever, seemed to prick at the very core of his convictions.

“Selfless? Don’t you see that I’m as selfish as it can get?”

“Never mind,” Legiel soon waved it off. “You are free to pursue your own drive, if that’s what brings you happiness. Show me up close how a mortal does it.”

After a while, Meteos murmured quietly. “Maybe it’s just so happened that I desired the world.”

“A person who desired the world will want to rule it, I reckon. I don’t get that vibe from you.”

With a sigh, Meteos turned from his tinkering to fully face Legiel.

“Not necessarily. I do desire a world, but what kind of world that is changes as time passes.”

“Ah… mortal selfishness and the divinity’s selfishness. Both are selfishness, but the divinity’s selfishness always brings destruction, yet sometimes mortal selfishness has the chance to loop back to being selfless.”

Meteos grunted. “That’s because you and the Game don’t give them enough chance to ‘change,’ resulting in what you ironically pointed out earlier, nor do you give them a push for them to change.”

“Ooh… so the key for this all is to encourage ‘change’ according to you, isn’t it?”

“…I don’t know.”

Legiel sat up with a bright expression and raised his hands in a placating gesture.

“No, no, Little Brother. Maybe you’re up to something. Just so you know, back when they were known as Malakh, the Light-Winged People as you call it used to have gods who didn’t want to change. These gods revel in destruction, but when their creations change for the better and succeed in turning their world into a peaceful world, their gods get furious. And so, they feel the Civilization Annihilation Game’s proposition to be veeeeery interesting…”

Meteos felt his emotions whiplashing like a runaway carousel. Part of him wanted to shove Legiel off the bed and scream at the uncaring Horseman who watched mortal lives flicker out like distant fireflies as long as the ‘evil gods’ die in his plan. Yet, another part, a weary, relieved part, saw a sliver of hope in the Horsemen’s decision to finally ‘care’ just as his world was next in the firing line. To ‘change’ their minds.

“Oh, and I know that Amatsu-Mikaboshi told you that the Game cursed the Malakhs who teleported to Ars Goetia with something nasty. Eh, what does an intruder who picks up bits and pieces know? It’s up to you to believe it, but curses can be broken. If there’s really a curse, then the Winged People of the Annonrial Empire is the result of that broken curse, and they’re as free from that so-called ‘curse of incompleteness’ as they can get. Now, what leads to that event? Hope, perhaps?”

“—Huh? Wait, what?”

However, when his eyes finally refocused from staring into the distance and turned to Legiel again, he already disappeared into thin air.

…………

The gods that used to be worshipped by the Malakhs didn’t change and didn’t have something to encourage them to change. That’s why they sold their creation to the Civilization Annihilation Game to see them destroyed only for them to end up being destroyed themselves.

The Light-Winged ancestors of the Annonrial Empire changed because there was something that encouraged them to change. They chose to bury their bones in Ars Goetia and gave birth to the Winged People. As flawed as they are, they still embody that ability to change, one trait that had endured destruction three—no, four times.

Zarathostra of the Messiah doesn’t want to change, despite having the capacity and circumstances that encourage him to do so. And so, he will eventually fall victim to the same cycle that reaped his former gods and many worlds out there, dragging down those who change in the process.

‘Change…’

As he thought about it, Meteos came to a realization and held back a groan.

Coming from Pestilence, that ‘change’ can also include a change within Kagaseo to stop hating him and a change within Meteos to stop distrusting him. Otherwise, they will be among those who ‘don’t change.’

‘Fuck…’

One can only hope that Pestilence himself is willing to change, otherwise it won’t be fair for him and Kagaseo—wait. ‘Hope.’

Meteos did harbor hopes. Hope that his home will continue to be glorious. Hope that all the nonsense about ‘summoning countries’ will not be needed anymore. Hope for many things. But—

‘Fuck!’

That was also something that he once mentioned.

Dealing with Pestilence is frustrating. No, dealing with everything is frustrating.

“Are there any questions up to this point?” Meteos uttered to the audience with an unintentionally tired tone.

The audience members were still curious about many things, but they couldn’t help but feel bad and hesitant seeing the silver-haired boy’s state. Only after Meteos corrected himself and reassured the audience that they started to ask questions. Thus, from this small gathering, those involved took action to gradually ‘change,’ with the ‘hope’ that they ‘choose’ to carry with them.

The Available Information from Beyond

DESIRE DRIVER

The Transformation Belt Desire Driver is a device originating from a certain world in the far future. A Desire Driver is composed of the following parts:

- Ridol Base – The main body. It has a mechanism that generates hydrogen by electrolyzing water supplied from the Ridol Line using the power produced by the built-in vibration power generator. This is supplied to the Torus Reactor, a reactor located in the center, then hydrogen is produced again from the water generated by the reaction and recycled.

- Revolve Unlock – The unlock switch. It unlocks the Revolve Shifter to enable rotation.

- Perfecter Core – The Core ID dedicated socket. Personalization is executed by setting the Core ID that each user possesses, and the transformation can be initiated.

- Torus Reactor – The reactor. A special reaction of hydrogen inside the solid torus formed by the superconducting coil generates an enormous amount of renewable energy with an energy efficiency of over 96%.

- Hop-Up Assemble – The expansion slot. It is installed in two places on the left and right, and a Raise Buckle can be set in each.

- Revolve Shifter – The equipment conversion device. By reversing the arrangement of the set Raise Buckle, a Revolve On is performed that switches the deployment site of the expansion equipment.

- Ridol Line – The band. It deploys when the Driver is set and fixed to the user’s waist. It possesses high flexibility and shear strength. The back block is also responsible for collecting moisture from the atmosphere and supplying it to the main body.