The assimilation of one's own pain irrevocably changes the base code of any operating system. By integrating his grief into the matrix of the world, the Sanctuary had not only stabilized after the purge of Malrik's simulation; it had begun to expand. Its digital roots wove silent connections toward peripheral servers, alternate realities, and dimensions that existed far beyond the firewalls of Elarion.
Jonathan, still standing inside the immense and now peaceful Central Nexus, watched the multiversal data streams. They unfolded before him like constellations inside a vast holographic planetarium.
He had just realized a frustrating logistical truth. Having administrator privileges, a brilliant tactical mind, and an unbreakable emotional architecture was not enough if the avatar that contained them was still limited by the physical parameters of an ordinary human.
JARVIS projected a three-dimensional map of the network in front of his solid-light desk. Zones of blinking, virulent red had begun infecting the outer edges of the stellar simulation.
—Malrik's residual influence is spreading into adjacent realities —the AI reported. Its tone carried no alarm, but the density of the data conveyed mathematical urgency—. After being expelled from our core, he is searching for external systems with more flexible physical laws and high energy indexes. His objective is to compile avatars of massive power. If he manages to dominate those worlds and absorb their mechanics, his corrupted code will generate a denial-of-service attack that will overload our network from the outside.
Jonathan nodded slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He felt the weight of exhaustion, but his mind was already calculating variables. His current power level barely reached the superhuman threshold within his own server. He was a strategist, a bureaucrat of reality. But in the worlds waiting beyond the threshold—worlds of warlike gods, demons, and warriors who could shatter moons with a scream—pure strategy and ethical design would be crushed by brute force and destructive energies.
He needed to evolve. And he could not simply hack the console to grant himself level 999 or infinite stats; that would destabilize the server's physics and turn him into the same kind of arrogant monster that Malrik was. He had to learn their foundations. He had to master every discipline from scratch, sweat the code, and assimilate it until the mechanics became part of his native operating system.
—JARVIS —Jonathan said, his monotone voice resonating with heavy and pragmatic determination— initiate the architecture of the Primordial Resonance Compiler.
—Parameter explanation required for root folder creation —the AI replied.
Jonathan placed his hands on the console of light, rewriting system physics as he spoke.
—In the outer worlds there are different energetic programming languages: Ki, Chakra, Nen, Haki, Magic, Falna. They are all different variables of the same universal source code. I'm not going to spend centuries of my time learning them as separate systems. That's a logistical nightmare. I'm going to create an internal engine that translates them all into a single type of unified energy. An omni-energy. But for the compiler to work, theoretical manuals aren't enough. I need to feed the system with empirical experience. I need to train the muscles, the lungs, and the soul.
Jonathan slid his hand through the air and deployed the immense Multiversal Reincarnation Panel.
—Training a single body would take eons to master martial combat, sword techniques, breathing stances, and pure magic control. It would be an unacceptable waste of time —Jonathan lifted his gaze, his dark eyes reflecting the glow of countless worlds—. Initiate the Fractal Protocol. We're going to process training in parallel. I'm going to make a hard drive partition out of my own soul.
The Central Nexus trembled from its geological foundations. Jonathan's avatar began to glow with blinding intensity, the air around him crackling with static electricity.
—God-Level Warning —intoned JARVIS, the room's lights flashing red—. Dividing active consciousness into independent entities will generate severe neurological stress and a cosmic burnout. Each avatar will develop its own adaptive personality, forge its own bonds, and face its own mortal hardships. The risk of divergence is critical.
—Keep them anchored to the central memory of this Nexus —Jonathan ordered, clenching his teeth as the absolute, tearing pain of fragmentation began ripping his being into multiple threads of consciousness—. They will synchronize periodically. They will share progress, pain, and every damn technique they learn. They will be individuals, yes, but they will all remain my will. They will be the pillars of our new architecture.
With a silent thunder that shook the membrane of the multiverse, the Architect's active consciousness fractured. Thirteen pillars of pure light shot across the network, piercing cosmic firewalls toward worlds of ascending difficulty.
Universe 7 – Earth (Dragon Ball Sector)
In a prehistoric rocky wasteland beneath an immense sky, gravity seemed determined to crush his bones. The first avatar, Alpha, opened his eyes. The air was heavy, suffocating, and charged with a latent, aggressive energy that made his teeth vibrate. This was a loud world, where physical power and spiritual bioenergy—Ki—determined who stood at the top of the food chain.
Alpha, trapped in the body of a child wearing rustic clothes, looked at his trembling hands. His musculature was pathetic under Earth's pressure, but his mind was a sharpened diamond. His mission here was to push human biology beyond logic, learn to manipulate pure destructive energy, and compress it. The training would be infernal, but it would lay the foundation for his tactical arsenal. His first long-term objective was clear: to master mass-annihilation techniques like the Kamehameha in order to vaporize threats at a distance… and thus avoid the fatigue of having to walk toward them.
Universe of Earthland – Kingdom of Fiore (Fairy Tail Sector)
Deep inside a forest where the leaves glowed with an unnatural violet hue, the avatar Zeta awoke coughing violently. The air here was not heavy because of gravity, but because it was saturated with pure Ethernano. Breathing felt like swallowing crystal dust. His body struggled to assimilate the environmental magic.
Zeta forced himself to calm down, using the Architect's meditation to make his lungs accept the magical toxicity and convert it into a closed circuit of power. After days of silent agony, he assimilated the magic. Exhausted, hungry, and desperately searching for a quiet place to rest, he began walking toward the nearest city: Magnolia. His pragmatic goal was to find a safe shelter with food and sugar to restore his glucose, unaware that pushing open the doors of the bustling Fairy Tail guild would lead him to meet the gaze of a white-haired waitress with an angelic smile named Mirajane—someone who would become the absolute anchor of his peace in that noisy world.
Universe of History – Alternate Earth (Kenichi Sector)
In front of imposing, old wooden gates in Japan, the avatar Beta materialized. A carved sign read: Ryozanpaku.
Beta adjusted the collar of his clothes. In this world there were no destructive energies fired from hands, no elemental magic, no enchanted swords. Only the absolute perfection of biomechanics and spirit existed. His objective was not to unleash bursts of power but to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. Through blood, sweat, and the sadism of monstrous masters, he would assimilate pure combat styles. He would forge a stoic and lazy personality focused on the discipline of the perfect counterattack, allowing him to evade any blow while expending the smallest possible amount of caloric energy.
Universe of Demon Slayer (Taisho Era)
In a mountainous forest where snow fell with sepulchral silence—occasionally stained red—the avatar Gamma unsheathed a cold standard steel sword. The freezing air burned his throat like acid.
This was a world of nocturnal predators. Gamma had to master the art of steel and the methods of Total Concentration Breathing, techniques that altered blood flow to grant superhuman strength. His path would be filled with swift and relentless duels to the death, where a millimeter of error meant losing his head. The sword would be his pragmatic voice, and perfect breathing his rhythmic source code.
Universe of Danmachi (City of Orario)
Finally, at the center of a bustling city of white stone, beneath the overwhelming shadow of the Tower of Babel piercing the sky, the avatar Delta took his first lazy step.
He watched adventurers rushing past, armed and shouting about glory. His mission here was the development of soul statistics through divine blessing (Falna) and the tactical conquest of the dungeon. By interacting with factions and deities, Delta would develop a more diplomatic and analytical personality. His apathetic nature and refusal to become a "tragic hero" would inevitably attract the curiosity of powerful allies and battle-hardened heroines—connections that would be vital to stabilize the humanity of the neural network.
Back in the void of the Central Nexus, Jonathan's main projection—now reduced to a silent, translucent conduit bound to his chair—opened its eyes.
The sensation was indescribable. He was simultaneously connected to the fragmented realities. He could feel the crushing gravity of the rocky wasteland, the magical crystal tearing his lungs in the forest, the hard wood of the dojo beneath his bare feet, the snow melting on the edge of his katana, and the chaotic noise of Orario's marketplace.
All at the same time.
The neurological stress threatened to shut him down within the first five seconds. But Jonathan clenched his fists, anchored his mind to the interface, and forced the architecture of pain to stabilize.
The Omni-Energy—the unified engine of all worlds—had begun compiling.
The bureaucratic phase of design had definitively ended.
The era of forging, blood, and tactical lethargy had just begun.