Crack! Crack!
The cracking of the pillar resounded through out the space.
"Ak!"
Along with it was a groaning noise.
'This is bearable. This is nothing compared to any of the other pains I've felt.'
Strengthening my resolve, I concentrated my focus. My mind strained, and my body weighed heavy as I called the origin to move.
As I was still technically mundane, my ability to move and use origin was severely restricted. It took an incredibly large amount of mental and spiritual effort to hold the pillar together and move the origin at the same time.
Hooooh...
I let out a heavy sigh as the origin began clicking to the pillar once again. While slower than before, the pillar began to grow again, the appearance of the cracks slowing down, the smaller ones even closing.
What followed was a calm silence that prolonged for a few minutes.
Ding!
A chime rang in my ears. At the same time, I felt the first step of completing the pillar was finished.
I had achieved
"Heh..."
While I had rushed it slightly, I had fully become a mystic now. I floated away from the pillar to find it had risen seemingly as high as the unending thread, holding the very structure of the space up.
Repressing the urge to shout out in success, I thought back to the white marble.
'Why did I do that?'
Nowhere in my memory did it show cases of people being mesmerized by a particular pathway. The only thing I found was the reason I rushed to complete the pillar.
For a mundane person, choosing a catalyst pathway was the worst thing they could do. While the pathway marbles themselves aren't poisonous like catalyst items, they have the property of enhancing the effect of the poison.
I this case, those who would typically have a year to deal with the poison would at most have a day.
Sigh... 'I've encountered yet another thing I can't explain.'
Crack...
A loud cracking sound echoed as a large white crack appeared in my vision.
"Wha—."
My voice cut off as everything faded from my vision. I was met with darkness. not the darkness of the walls of the origin space, but the darkness that came from blindness. I couldn't see; my eyes were gone. In fact, all of me was gone.
'What's going on?'
This was what I thought before remembering what happened before entering my origin point.
'Ah, right.'
While the pain from before was gone, it was replaced by a different feeling. It was as if I were in a speeding vehicle. As the seconds passed, the feeling got worse. I wanted to throw up, but I couldn't.
'I-Is this torture?'
A few moments later, I felt a weight on me as the feeling subsided.
Mmgh...
I groaned instinctively.
'Wait a second.'
I wiggled my fingers.
!...
I felt my body, although it was sluggish, as if I had just been healed from being crippled—I could definitely feel it.
I opened my eyes, but immediately shut them.
'Bright...'
It made sense. I had been in the dark for so long.
'That doesn't make it any less annoying though.'
I opened my eyes once more, this time squinting them to get used to the light. After opening them fully, I was met with a familiar white space along with its sole Inhabitant—The Mother. At least, what should have been the sole inhabitant.
'Who's that?'
There was a strange figure, one looked strikingly similar to the reflection of myself I had seen, one I still couldn't quite get used to, though there were some differences. Such as their flowing crimson hair that resembled a river of blood.
The figure's eyes were also crimson but tinted with gold, as if golden pools were tainted red.
I also couldn't tell their gender for some reason.
I studied the figure in confusion, both by how they were here and why they looked so similar to me.
The Mother spoke, interupting my thoughts.
"Congratulations on fully becoming a mystic!"
She held a warm smile on her face, one that would cause wars in the mortal world. Without waiting for a reply, she continued.
"Before you ask questions, there is something that you need to know. There is something special about you; it is the main reason I called you here."
My mouth twitched before drooping into a frown. What did that mean? I know very well that special doesn't necessarily mean good. I looked up at the mother.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Did you see golden liquid within your origin point?"
I nodded.
"That is divinity, which means you are a demigod."
"Eh?"
I was utterly dumbfounded. What did she mean I am a demigod? That's what the golden liquid was?
'What the hell.'
I rested my head in my hands as I processed the revelation. I thought back to the blocked memories, and like water from a broken dam, they rushed forward. It took a few moments, but I eventually sorted through them.
Divinity was a higher form of energy than origin that allowed one to use stronger and more conceptual abilities, giving them access to domains, authorities, and many other godly abilities.
Demigods are mortals who somehow gain divinity. As they are not true divine beings, they do not gain all general divine abilities and are unable to utilize domains.
Sensing within myself, I realize that my dormant divinity had been activated. I looked to the mother once more.
"Did you do this?"
I pointed to my chest.
She nodded.
"I activated the divinity in you, and that caused your body to break down and reform into that of a demigod's."
"Why?" I asked
"Well, think of it as kindness between divines." She laughed nervously as she spoke.
My eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Are you sure that's all?"
She looked away. "I need your help."
Sigh... "I knew it.
Well, we'll discuss this later, but let's talk about that first."
My gaze shifted to the strange figure as I spoke.