It was around 2 a.m. when Eli called again, asking if I had returned and telling me we needed to meet. Now.
He didn't explain over the line. He didn't have to.
We met on the roof—neutral ground, exposed, the kind of place where lies felt out of place. The wind cut sharp through the dark, tugging at our clothes, carrying the city's distant hum below us.
Eli didn't waste time.
"They did it," he said quietly.
I didn't ask who.
There were only a handful of they in this world capable of making that sentence mean something catastrophic.
Eli exhaled, slow and tight. "The project. The one that got buried and locked behind three layers of 'never again.' The one every agent was warned about in training."
The inhumane one.
The desperate one.
The one everyone in the sector knew about.
What most people didn't know… was that it had been activated again.
"They justified it as a contingency," Eli continued. "Said it was theoretical. Controlled. Temporary."
I let out a quiet breath. Almost a laugh.
"Nothing like that is ever controlled."
"They were scared," he said, and for the first time his voice cracked—not fear for himself, but for the world. "After you. After Justice. After Lina's surge. They convinced themselves they didn't have a choice."
I turned to face him then.
"What did they make?"
Eli hesitated.
That alone told me enough.
"…They tried to replicate a Saint," he said. "Not one. Five if us, only your data was missing. Fragmented cores. Forced resonance. Artificial synchronization."
The only reason they didn't have my data was because I made sure I prepared and kept it all buried for my eyes only.
They would have never had access to it even if they knew it's location.
Now, they've done it. Created an abomination with the others data.
A thing that shouldn't be able to exist.
"And?" I asked calmly.
Eli swallowed. "It woke up."
The wind howled across the rooftop, rattling metal and glass. Somewhere far below, a siren wailed—long, uncertain.
I closed my eyes.
So this was the move they chose.
Not diplomacy.
Not restraint.
Fear.
"Where?" I asked.
Eli shook his head. "They don't even know if it's there anymore. It broke containment four hours after activation."
I felt something settle in my chest then—not rage. Not yet.
Resolve.
"They've made it worse," I said softly.
Eli looked at me. "Neo… what are you going to do?"
I opened my eyes, gaze hardening as distant tremors rippled faintly through the city—too subtle for civilians to notice.
"For now?" I replied.
"I'm going to clean up their mistake."
And this time…
I wouldn't be holding back for their sake.
⸻
[The Seals of the Saint of Wisdom]
My power was never lost.
It was partitioned.
Not because I feared myself—
but because I wanted to live as a human in this my new life.
The Saint of Wisdom does not "awaken" like the others.
He authorizes himself. Because I prepared it that way.
There are seven seal levels in total.
Each one is not a raw power boost, but a restoration of function—pieces of Wisdom returning in layers that fundamentally change how i interacts with reality.
⸻
Seal Level I — Cognitive Alignment
(Already active)
Enhanced perception
Accelerated reasoning
Micro-future awareness
Probability intuition
This is the level i lived at when the world thought me merely as "exceptional."
⸻
Seal Level II — Predictive Weaving
(Partially active)
Branch collapse (discarding unfavorable futures)
Causal nudging
Decision optimization
Tactical foresight in combat
This is the level that let me outmaneuver governments without ever confronting them directly.
⸻
Seal Level III — Domain Authority
(Unlocked)
Full access to the Alchemy Domain
Reality-localized laws
Matter transmutation through Wisdom-guided alchemy
Protocol-based intervention
This is where the Artificial Intelligence in my domain becomes fully operational.
⸻
Seal Level IV — Conceptual Influence
(Sealed)
Influence over abstract systems
Authority over rules rather than objects
Ability to redefine constraints within bounded reality
At this level, I don't break laws.
I rewrites their applicability.
⸻
Seal Level V — Keystone Existence
(Sealed)
I become a stabilizing anchor
Entire systems unconsciously align around me
Large-scale events bend to avoid paradox
This is the level Justice fears but doesn't fully understand.
⸻
Seal Level VI — Wisdom Ascendant
(Sealed)
Direct manipulation of fate structures
Selective future-sharing to enforce outcomes
Reality responds before I acts
At this point, resistance becomes meaningless.
⸻
Seal Level VII — Final Authority
(Locked)
Total integration with Wisdom
No distinction between observation and outcome
The world does not oppose—
it adjusts.
I sealed this level completely. Locked it up.
Not out of weakness.
Out of mercy.
⸻
I didn't tell Eli where we were going.
I just opened the door.
Not a door in space—
a door in causality.
The world folded inward, light peeling back like layers of glass, and the night air vanished as we stepped through.
Eli froze.
The alchemy domain didn't announce itself with grandeur. It didn't need to.
An endless lattice of symbols stretched in every direction—rotating circles of transmutation arrays, suspended equations written in light, incomplete constructs waiting patiently for permission to exist. Gravity behaved like a suggestion. Time felt… negotiated.
At the center floated the chamber.
My chamber.
Eli's breath caught.
"…What the hell is this," he whispered.
I didn't look at him. "My domain."
He took a step forward, then another, eyes darting everywhere at once. "This isn't like yours before. This isn't like any domain I've seen. Neo—this feels…"
He swallowed. "…old."
"It is."
The chamber responded to my presence immediately. Rings of sigils aligned. Locks—conceptual, not physical—began to rotate.
Eli turned to me sharply. "Why are we here?"
I finally met his eyes.
"I'm unsealing the next level of the Saint of Wisdom power."
Silence.
Not the awkward kind.
The kind that happens when a truth lands too cleanly to argue with.
"…You mean," Eli said slowly, "you're getting stronger."
"Yes."
He stared at the chamber again—really looked this time. At the number of seals. At the density of restraint layered over restraint.
Then his voice dropped.
"…Neo. If this is sealed… then what you showed Blake—what you showed the government—"
"Wasn't even close," I said calmly.
That's when it hit him.
Eli laughed once. Not amused. Not happy.
Almost horrified.
"They never stood a chance," he said quietly. "Did they?"
"No," I replied. "From the beginning."
The chamber finished aligning.
A presence woke up.
Not mine.
SYSTEM VOICE ONLINE.
Not loud.
Not cold.
Absolute.
[W.I.S.D.O.M.]
Which stood for— Wisdom-Integrated System for Decision, Optimization, and Manifestation
[W.I.S.D.O.M. ONLINE]
[IDENTITY CONFIRMED — SAINT OF WISDOM]
[SEAL AUTHORIZATION REQUEST PROCESSING]
[WARNING: ADVANCEMENT WILL INCREASE CAUSAL FOOTPRINT]
[COLLATERAL PROBABILITY EXCEED BASELINE TOLERANCE]
[PROCEED?]
"Proceed" I called.
[WISDOM PROTOCOL — TIER PROGRESSION REQUEST DETECTED]
Light flooded the domain.
[WARNING: NEXT-SEAL RELEASE WILL INCREASE COGNITIVE LOAD, CAUSAL AUTHORITY, AND FUTURE COLLAPSE RADIUS]
The air vibrated.
Eli took an instinctive step back.
[CONFIRMATION REQUIRED]
[DESIGNATION: SAINT OF WISDOM — NEO ZANE COLE]
[INTENT: COMBAT ENGAGEMENT AGAINST COMPOSITE ANOMALY]
"Yes," I said.
The chamber pulsed.
[NOTICE:]
[THIS PROTOCOL WAS PREVIOUSLY SUSPENDED BY USER CHOICE]
[REASON LOGGED: "DESIRE FOR A NORMAL LIFE"]
For half a second—
I hesitated.
Then—
"Resume," I said.
The seals began to break.
Not violently.
Deliberately.
Knowledge didn't flood in.
It rearranged itself.
Paths I'd locked away unfolded. Futures I'd refused to look at stepped back into alignment. My awareness didn't expand—
It deepened.
Eli shielded his eyes as sigils passed through me, embedding, synchronizing.
"…Neo," he muttered, voice tight. "You're smiling."
I hadn't noticed.
"Yeah," I said softly.
Because somewhere out there—
The abomination existed.
And now?
It had my attention.
⸻
Far away—
Lina gasped.
She was sitting on her bed when it happened. No warning. No buildup.
Just a pull.
Like a chord inside her had been plucked.
The room felt wrong for a heartbeat—too thin, too honest. Her chest tightened as something vast brushed past her awareness and kept going.
"…Neo," she whispered.
She didn't know how she knew.
Only that she did.
Her truth responded instinctively—not flaring, not manifesting—
Acknowledging.
Somewhere beyond distance, beyond secrecy—
Something connected to her had just awakened further.
And whatever it was moving toward—
The world was about to feel it.
⸻
Back in the domain.
The symbols beneath my feet rewrote themselves, their meaning rearranging mid-existence. I felt it then—not power flooding in, but permission returning.
Concepts bent.
Distance stopped mattering the same way.
Cause and effect loosened—like knots being undone rather than ropes being cut.
[Seal Level IV — RELEASED]
[Conceptual Influence: ONLINE]
[Causal Rewrite Threshold: LIMITED]
[Safeguards: ENABLED]
Something in the domain settled.
Eli staggered back a step, hand bracing against nothing.
"…I get it now," he said hoarsely.m
"The government didn't create a monster."
I opened my eyes.
"They tried to cage a foundation."
Silence returned.
Eli exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for years.
"…You're really going to fight it," he said.
"Yes."
"And if the government loses control?"
I stepped forward, domain bending to accommodate me.
"Then they'll finally understand," I said evenly,
"what they created when they decided fear was worth more than restraint."
I looked toward the exit.
Toward the world.
"Eli," I said. "I need you to do me a favor."
"Yes Neo."
Help me keep Lina safe while I deal with this." I requested. " she is very important to where this world will go. I promise, I will explain everything later."
Eli looked at me, he didn't hesitate, he move out of the domain, on his way to were Lina was.
It was now just me in my domain, preparing for the disaster that dares threaten the lives of those I refuse to abandon.