BLACK CLOVER:The singularity mage

Grim's terrifying nightmare about his inhuman past lives.

🌑 [Within the Mind — Grim's Nightmare]

Darkness.

And then — screams.

Not of others. Of himself.

Grim stood in a collapsing room, flames licking the edges. Filthy air. Rotten food. Broken toys. Walls carved with insults.

> "You're a mistake!"

"Die already, freak!"

"You don't deserve light!"

Not just one voice.

Thousands.

Different timelines. Different worlds.

Same pain. Same boy.

He saw himself — beaten in a basement.

Another version, crying in an orphanage with bruises.

One more, collapsing from starvation while people walked past, uncaring.

The golden memory seal of Michael flickered above him, cracking slightly, letting only the pain through.

No full memories.

Just suffering.

Endless, incomprehensible suffering.

Suddenly, a deeper voice echoed — smooth, cruel.

> Lucifer:

"My beautiful creation. The masterpiece of despair."

> "The more you suffer, the more the seed grows."

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⚡ [Reality — Royal Capital, Recovery Chamber]

Grim jolted awake.

No scream. No words. Just breathless panic.

Sweat drenched his body. His hands trembled violently.

He clutched his chest, gasping.

> "What... was that…?"

He didn't remember the dream.

He couldn't recall the scenes.

But the pain was still there.

Deep. Raw. Agonizing.

> "Why… why does it feel like my soul is bleeding?"

He curled into himself, knees drawn to his chest, tears slipping down silently.

> "I don't… I don't remember anything… but it hurts…"

> "It hurts so much…"

He trembled like a child left in the snow.

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💜 [Outside the Door — Nebra Watches]

In the hall, Nebra Silva leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the slightly open door.

She told herself she was there for observation. Because Grim was dangerous.

But when she heard him speak—

> "Why does it feel like I was never meant to be loved…?"

Her breath caught.

Her heart twisted.

It wasn't just guilt. It wasn't curiosity.

It was pain.

She touched her chest. Her fingers trembled.

> "What is this…?"

> "Why does hearing him cry feel worse than any wound I've ever had…?"

She peeked through the crack—

Saw Grim hugging himself, his golden hair tangled, his face pale from silent sorrow.

> "No one's comforting him…"

> "Why… why do I want to be the one who does?"

Her lips trembled, but she turned and walked away quickly, blinking back something unfamiliar.

> "Tch… Stupid commoner…"

> "Why do you make my heart hurt like this…?"

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🌲 [Elsewhere — William & Patry's Private Sanctuary]

Beneath a tall silver tree in the Whispering Forest, William Vangeance stood alone—except for the voice inside his soul.

> Patry:

"His magic is unlike anything in this world…"

> "It devours logic. It bends fate. That boy—he's not just strong."

William nodded, solemn. "He nearly destroyed the Vermillion estate with that single spell…"

> Patry (quietly):

"I felt it. His presence. His essence."

> "He is Licht's son."

William looked up, eyes wide. "You're certain?"

> Patry (smiling — truly smiling):

"Not just by blood. By soul. The way he carries pain… it's how Licht did."

> "And yet—he still weeps silently. Still chooses not to hate."

> "Even after all that power. Even after that darkness."

William felt something stir in his chest — something he hadn't felt in years.

Hope.

> "Then… perhaps this time, the cycle can be broken."

> Patry:

"Yes."

> "Grim Aragon is not just Licht's son."

"He is the proof that pain does not have to create monsters."

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🌌 [Final Shot – Grim Alone]

Back in the silent room, Grim lay curled up again.

No tears now. Just numbness.

His mana pulsed faintly — unstable.

But in that moment, unknown to him, three things happened:

The Evil Seed inside him grew — fed by agony.

Michael's Seal cracked slightly more — now glowing dimly.

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🔮 Scene Summary:

Grim suffers a nightmare of incomprehensible pain, but forgets everything — leaving only emotional wounds.

Nebra sees this and secretly breaks, realizing her feelings, but refuses to accept them.

William and Patry now believe in Grim — Patry, especially, feels joy knowing Grim is Licht's son and not consumed by hate.

The Evil Seed grows quietly, and Michael's memory barrier weakens.