The scenery shifted. The tutorial realm, the burning village, the Goddess's radiant presence—all vanished in an instant.
Zein blinked. The endless crimson skies and fractured lands were gone. He now stood—or rather, woke—in a vast, sun-drenched field of grass, golden and swaying under a warm, smiling sun. The air smelled of fresh earth and flowers, completely calm. No monsters. No chaos. Only the gentle whisper of wind through the grass.
A voice, serene and omnipresent, spoke.
"You have all cleared the tutorial," the Goddess's voice echoed, though her form was gone. "That is everything you need to know about the basics of the game. Welcome to the World of Fantasy, mortals."
Then, with a snap of her fingers, the field dissolved as if pages of a book were turned. The Goddess was gone. Every Transcender was gone.
A sharp gasp left him as he awoke. He sat upright on his bed, surveying his surroundings. The room was modest but purposeful: a dark wooden mirror hung on the wall, a small desk with a lamp, an open book with blank pages, and a single pen resting in the centre. His mattress, pure white and oddly heavenly, contrasted with the dark, roughly-screwed wooden frame of the bed.
Zein rose, body fluid and deliberate.
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[? Cloth]-activated.
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A long, radiant robe enveloped him, silver-white interlaced with threads of gold. It was primordial, formless, yet perfectly fitted, as if it had always existed to cloak him alone. A crown-like circlet appeared above his eyebrows, resonating quietly with his presence.
He exhaled calmly, voice steady. "Status window."
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[STATUS WINDOW]
[Name: Zein Veldron]
[Titles: Guardian of the Village, God of Tutorials, Goblin slayer]
[Race: Pre-origin Entity / ??????]
[Rank: FF-Lv:4]
[Reality Synchronisation: 2%]
[Game Synchronisation: ∞]
[Aura: ? (Dormant)]
[Class: ????????? — ALL]
[Origin: ???????]
[Physique: ???????]
[Body State: Pre-ALL]
[Body: ????????]
[Facet: ???????? (To summon, call its name)]
[Originality: SEALED]
[Aspect: ????? Eater]
[Perks:][Infinite squared multiplier], [Infinite stamina & endurance], [Infinite soul strength], [Infinite soul], [Infinite willpower], [Infinite mind], [Infinite energy], [Infinite speed], [Pre-? style], [No cooldown], [Infinite immortality and regeneration], [Infinite charisma and luck]
[AFFINITIES: ?]
[Elemental Affinity: Infinite (All)]
[???????? Affinity: ?]
[Talent: Eternal Infinite Omni-Primordial Transcendence] — always activated
[Trait: Infinite Primordial Traits: 7 — SEALED]
[Traits: ?]
[Embodiments: ?]
[Concepts: ?]
[Forms: ?]
[Skills: None (Dormant)]
[Arts: PRE-? Style]
[Equipment & Realms:]
Personal Realm: ???????
Soul-Bound Weapon: ? (Stored in Inventory)
[Stats:]
[Strength: 46]
[Energy: ∞]
[Speed: ∞]
[Endurance: ∞]
[Stamina: ∞]
[Perception: 30]
[Intelligence: 121]
[Charisma: ∞]
[Luck: ∞]
[Soul: ∞]
[Will: ∞]
[Mental Strength: ∞]
[Experience: 8]
[Technique: 11]
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Zein went through his status window happily.
"Elion, huh," Zein murmured to himself, voice calm and deliberate.
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[Facet: ???????? (To summon, call its name; it must be created by you, and you must handpick a name and its meaning)]
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"Elion," he said, softly, deliberately.
The air trembled. Light and shadow twisted, reality bending around him as a new existence emerged. Colorless yet dark, it contained simultaneous realities in perfect harmony. It was tall and short, formed yet formless, neither male nor female, neither face nor mask—simultaneously everything and nothing. Its first gaze fell upon Zein, and in an instant, it knew.
Its form bowed, trembling.
"He-lo… mas-er," it stammered, voice like shards of glass reflecting infinity.
A faint chime echoed through the room, and a notification shimmered before Zein's eyes:
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[Ding!]
[You have named your facet]
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[Name: Elion]
[Meaning: All and none, infinite and finite, balance and chaos. Pre-ALL, the One Above All, root of existence and nonexistence, the origin and the end, where all opposites converge and none prevail.]
[Age: 0]
[Title: The First One]
[Class: ?]
[Physique: ?????]
[Origin: ?~#@)(*£#?]
[State: ????????]
[Form: ??????]
[Aspect: Will /???]
[Originality: ?]
[Talent: Primordial Infinite Omni‑Eternal Pre‑Adaptation — adapts mid-battle, learns instantly, evolves endlessly every millisecond, yoctosecond, and beyond.]
[Trait: Absolute Loyalty — cannot defy, resent, or betray.][
Infinite Regeneration — destruction is meaningless; it cannot be permanently removed. may live forever, for infinite eternities, regeneration is absolute, immortality is optional]
[No Cooldown — all abilities permanently available.]
[Infinite Stamina — acts, fights, or persists for eternity.]
[Initiate Trait: Omni‑Absorption — may absorb skills, memories, techniques, concepts, and understanding from opponents.]
[Affinities: All]
[ART: None]
[Skills: None]
[Techniques: None]
[Concept: None]
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"Stand up," Zein said, calm as ever. This could be a companion… perhaps a friend in this world.
Elion rose, awkward and uncertain, then enveloped Zein in a hesitant hug. Zein returned it instinctively, surprised by the faint, nascent awareness of emotion in this newly born existence.
"Primodius… where am I?" Zein asked, his eyes scanning the horizon, a faint curiosity dancing in the calm of his demeanour.
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[Master!]
[You are in the World of Martial Artists.]
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[Name: WORLD OF MARTIAL ARTS]
[Will: High]
[Description: Martial artists rule this world. Four factions once clashed in endless war: the Orthodox Faction, the Unorthodox Faction, the Demon Faction, and then, one man appeared—the First Man, the perfect Astral Walker. He ended the Dark War. Now his faction harbours hundreds of thousands, dominating the lands.]
[You are currently in the Astral Faction.]
[You are in the most prominent clan: The Heavenly Primordial Astral Sect.
[This is where the first Astral Walker walked.]
Zein and Elion walked toward the door when—
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[Ding!]
[You have been given a quest.]
[You are to attend the Astral Academy in 7 days.]
[Prepare.]
[Name: Astral Academy]
[Type: Main]
[Objectives: Cultivate and hone your techniques.]
[Rewards:]
Enrollment into the academy
100 Aether Fragments
Shop Unlocked
10,000 Astral Coins
10,000 Fantasy Points
Title: Astral Disciple
[Timer: 7 days]
[Accept Quest] [Decline Quest]
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Zein's lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk. "Oh, if that's so… then I'll just enter my realm."
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[Would you like to enter your realm?]
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"Yes," Zein replied.
Instantly, the world around them dissolved. Gravity, walls, sky—everything vanished. Zein and Elion stood in a boundless, colourless void. White, yet not white. Colourless, yet infinitely vivid. No clouds, no horizon, no sky. The ground shimmered beneath them—but it was only an illusion, a suggestion of solidity. No walls. No front. No back. Only endless, infinite space stretching beyond comprehension.
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[Personal Realm: ????????]
[Would you like to name it?]
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"Hmm… I'll name it… Great Infinity," Zein said, glancing at Elion.
"HMMMM," Elion nodded, giving a small thumbs up.
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[Name acknowledged!]
[Personal Realm: Freedom]
[Will: ?]
[Rank: ?]
[Form: ????]
[Description: ?]
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