The two figure gradually approached the "King."
Then, two figures gradually appeared—two other "Kings."
"You guys... why are you so similar to me?" the "King" asked, surprised.
"Well, I think you didn't read the words in the book carefully," said one figure, his voice cold.
"Come on, stop teasing him," the other figure replied cheerfully. "Don't take what he says too seriously."
The "King" glanced at them, gradually relaxing his body.
"Alright... tell me, who are you two?"
"You seem quite comfortable, especially after being pulled into a strange space," the cold figure noted.
"Maybe because I've been pulled into strange spaces so many times that I've gotten used to it," the "King" replied calmly.
"Then I won't have to waste time reassuring you," the cheerful figure said.
Two chairs appeared from the void, and the figures sat down.
"So, do you want to sit and talk or stand?"
The "King" sat down as well, and a chair materialized beneath him.
After everyone had settled, the three of them simply stared at each other. No one spoke first.
The atmosphere was strange—one cold, one cheerful, and one still clueless about what was happening.
"So now, can you tell me why this space was born and what you are to me?" the "King" finally asked.
"Why don't you guess?" the cold figure suggested.
The "King" felt like he was the one being questioned.
"Sorry, "me"," the cheerful figure said with a playful smile. "Actually, due to the nature of this space, we can't reveal the truth about ourselves."
"Oh..." The "King" muttered. "Then what should i do?"
"Good question," said the cold figure, glancing at him. "Since it seems you won't finish reading the book, I'll give you a hint."
"Then tell me quickly."
The cold figure pondered a moment.
"If you were forced to make a choice that could affect your fate, what would you will choose...?"
"Just that?" the "King" was surprised.
"You're smart. Think for yourself."
With that, the cold figure fell silent, sipping tea he conjured from nowhere, leaving the "King" more confused.
The "King" looked at the cheerful figure for more hints, but he only smiled apologetically, unable to help.
Seeing no other clues, the "King" stood up and wandered around, hoping to find something.
No matter how far he walked, he was teleported back to his starting point.
This space felt like a loop.
Refusing to give up, he kept moving in various directions, trying to find a loophole.
After countless attempts, he finally discovered an invisible wall.
He touched it lightly, feeling it vibrate.
"How can I get through this?" he wondered.
He turned back to ask the two figures for advice—only to find endless darkness behind him.
"It doesn't seem to work," he muttered.
Turning back to the wall, he thought, "Why not walk along it?"
He walked and walked, not knowing how long or how far he'd gone.
Everything seemed endless.
"How much longer do I have to keep going?" he thought, exhausted.
He decided to stop and think.
"According to that figure, I must have missed something in the book..."
The "King" checked his body but found no book.
"It's not here... but I was holding it tightly."
Suddenly, he felt something in his hand.
He raised it—and the book was there.
"How is that possible... unless this place creates what I think of," he realized. "Maybe that's why the chairs appeared when we sat."
He opened the book, searching for clues.
But instead of normal pages, the book had turned into a childish fairy tale, filled with crude drawings.
"Why is it like this?" he muttered. "It shouldn't look like this."
No matter how hard he focused, it remained a fairy tale.
"This is really tiring... maybe this is the meaning of this space. I should just read the story."
He opened the book and began to read.
The story told of a wise king, now old, wanting to pass the throne to one of his two sons.
One day, he asked them:
"If I give you the kingdom, how will you rule it?"
The first son, confident, said:
"I will make the kingdom operate with unity, where logic and decisiveness rule."
The king pondered and turned to the other son.
"And you?"
The second son, smiling brightly, replied:
"I will create a kingdom where everyone chooses their own way of life, ruled by sympathy and emotion."
After hearing both answers, the king decided:
"I'll give each of you a separate territory to rule as you wish. After five years, I'll decide who deserves the throne."
The sons agreed eagerly and left for their territories.
"The story's not bad," the "King" thought. "But what does it have to do with me?"
"Actually, it does," a cold voice said.
The "King" looked up and saw the two figures standing before him.
"What does it mean?" he muttered.
"Why don't you find out yourself?" the cheerful one teased.
Then a beam of light struck the "King," blinding him.
"What is this?"
When his vision returned, he found himself in a stone hall, surrounded by soldiers.
"This is... the throne room," he realized.
Looking at his hands, he saw that he wasn't in his own body anymore—but that of the king from the story.
As he stood there, confused, someone approached.
"Your Majesty, it's time."
"Time for what?"
"Have you forgotten? Today you'll test your two sons."
Suddenly, memories flooded into his mind.
It had been four years since the sons began ruling their territories. Today, he would inspect them.
"Are these the memories of this king?" he thought, clutching his head.
"Sir, you don't look well. Should we postpone?"
"No need," the "King" said firmly. "Bring me an old cloak."
"Sir, why?"
"I'll go in disguise so they won't change their behavior."
"A wise decision, sir."
Saying that, the other person went to prepare an old cloak for him.
The King stood there, deep in thought.
"It seems the two 'me' want me to see for myself what the territory of the two children would look like."
Murmuring those words, the King turned and walked away, beginning his journey to find the answer.
He put on the cloak and pulled it over his face and began his journey.
First, he visited his eldest son's territory.
Standing at the gate, he felt a chill.
"This place feels lifeless," he thought.
He approached but was stopped by two soldiers, their eyes empty.
"If you want to enter, state your full information and identity," they droned.
He removed his hood.
Recognizing him, they immediately knelt.
"Apologies, Your Majesty."
"It's fine," he replied.
"Shall we inform the prince?"
"No need."
"But sir—"
"I said it's not necessary."
They flinched at his stern gaze and stepped aside.
Walking through the city, he found no laughter, no joy.
Everyone looked hollow, mechanical.
He approached a stall, but before he could speak, the seller bombarded him with questions.
"What do you want? How much? Purpose?"
Feeling overwhelmed, the "King" tried to leave, but the seller stopped him.
"I'm sorry, but you must buy something."
"Why?"
"The prince's decree: all transactions must end in purchase."
"May I know why?"
"Sorry, sir. Only with the prince's permission."
"Fine, I'll buy something."
After tedious questioning, he finally bought an item and left.
"What a strange place," he muttered.
Next, he visited his second son's territory.
At the city gate, no soldiers guarded it—only two dozing at their posts.
"Hey, wake up," he called.
"You want to enter?" one yawned. "Go ahead."
"Not worried about punishment?"
"The prince said we can do whatever we want."
The "King" sighed.
Inside, he found chaos—people laughing, fighting, buildings unstable, markets a mess.
"This is no different from a kindergarten," he thought.
A child suddenly pickpocketed him.
Catching the child, he asked, smiling, "What are you doing?"
"Taking your money," the child replied innocently. "The prince said I can do whatever I want."
"Oh? Then I'll take it back," the "King" chuckled.
"Thanks!" the child said, running off.
"This is enough," the "King" decided.
He left, walking along the path, deep in thought.
One son too rigid, the other too relaxed.
Without realizing, he hit a wall—and fell.
Looking up, he found himself back in the void, the book in front of him.
Picking it up, he whispered, "I still don't fully understand... but the decisions feel so familiar."
"Is that so?" said the cold figure. "Then remember my hint."
And suddenly—the "King" understood.
"I... understand."
The two figures reappeared.
"What is your answer?" they asked in unison.
"I will not let either of them control my decision," the "King" said confidently. "I will balance both reason and heart."
He smiled at them.
"I'm right... you are my 'Reason' and 'Heart.'"
"Ding ding! Correct!" "Heart" said cheerfully.
"So what will you do next?" "Reason" asked coldly.
"I will make my decision."
The "King" removed two rings from his hands and held them out.
"Are you sure?" they both asked.
"I'm sure."
The rings floated into the two figures, merging into them.
Their forms melted into spheres—and from within emerged two new beings.
The former "Heart" became a small female angel, with long, white hair and three pairs of pure white wings, her smile radiant like the sun.
The former "Reason" became a tall male angel, with short black hair and three pairs of dark thorned wings, exuding cold moonlight.
They knelt before the "King."
"Let me introduce ourselves," they said. "I am your 'Heart'/'Reason,' the archangel representing Chaos/Order."
"Wait," the "King" said. "I understand Order, but Chaos?"
"Ah, it's like you saw—when you follow your heart alone, it leads to chaos," Chaos giggled.
"Oh... then are you sure you won't cause me trouble?"
"Sir, allow me," Order spoke. "We were born from you. Our existence belongs to you. Whatever you say is absolute."
"Then how can I trust your words?"
"If you allow it, give us any order, and we will be ready to follow it."
Both looked at him with eyes full of loyalty.
"Okay, no need. I know exactly what I think and what we will do, so there's no need to try."
"Thank you for trusting us."
"So, how do we get out of here?" The King glanced around.
"Just like how this space works, sir."
Hearing that, the King immediately closed his eyes and focused on the scene of returning to the real world.
The space around him shattered.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Lust's frightened face.
"I can't believe you succeeded," Lust trembled.
Seeing that, he looked to both sides and saw Chaos and Order standing beside him.
He smiled and turned his gaze back toward Lust.
"Now, let's see who the weak one now"