Zein and Elion stood within Freedom (Great Infinity).
He had changed the name because of what his life had been.
No legs to move.
No hands to lift, to hold, to write, to grasp—
to do anything at all.
His body had been dying every day.
Useless.
Utterly useless.
But now, the World of Fantasy had offered him something else.
A new beginning.
A body that could move.
A body that could act.
A chance to be free from those shackles.
Freedom.
Zein browsed through his quests. He was supposed to hone his techniques—but what exactly was there to hone?
His speed was infinite.
His perks were already overwhelming.
Sure, his battle experience, technique, strength, and perception could use refinement—but nothing he couldn't accomplish within a single day.
He was evolving every second.
Every yoctosecond, to be exact.
At this point, he should already be infinitely stronger than he was moments ago. There was nothing left to hold him back.
As he scrolled through his status window, something caught his attention—something he shouldn't have missed.
[PERKS]
[Infinite² Multiplier: ???]
"…Nga what?" Zein exclaimed, genuine shock breaking through his calm.
He tapped the screen hurriedly, curiosity overtaking him.
[Perk]
[Name: Infinite² Multiplier]
[True Name: ???????????]
[Rank: ??????]
[Type: ?]
[Description: Whatever it is, you may define it however you wish—whether it be infinite, slow, fast, the state of the world, or anything according to your desire.]
Zein froze.
The implications struck him all at once.
If he wanted his experience to be infinite—he could do it.
If he wanted his technique to be perfected instantly—he could do it.
There were no restraints.
No ceiling.
No limitation.
He stood there, silent, realizing what this truly meant.
He was unstoppable.
First he checked his stats.
[Stats:]
[Strength: 46]
[Energy: ∞]
[Speed: ∞]
[Endurance: ∞]
[Stamina: ∞]
[Perception: 30]
[Intelligence: 121]
[Charisma: ∞]
[Durability: ?]
[Luck: ∞]
[Soul: ∞]
[Will: ∞]
[Mental Strength: ∞]
[Experience: 8]
[Technique: 11]
"Primordius," Zein called out.
"Use Infinite² Multiplier on my Experience."
[Yes, Master.]
[Experience: ∞]
In that instant, Zein was flooded.
Countless—limitless—unending memories poured into him. Not knowledge, but experience. Fighting. Training. Killing. Living. Dying. Winning. Losing. Every action imaginable, every outcome imaginable, pressed into his existence at once.
And yet… it didn't feel full.
It didn't even feel occupied.
It was as if his mind could still take more. Infinitely more.
Zein tilted his head slightly.
"Primordius," he said again, voice steady.
"Make my perception, durability, intelligence, strength, and technique… infinite."
His body responded.
Muscle fibers shifted, not tearing, but remembering—as if they had always known this state and were merely returning to it. His bones reinforced silently. His frame stretched, growing taller. His mind expanded outward, thoughts no longer bound to linear structure.
His hair lost all color—becoming purity itself, formless and undefined.
His eyes reflected something deeper than the world… the footstool beneath existence, and more.
His body reshaped.
No—his existence reshaped.
Evolving into something it should not have.
Advancing into a state it was never meant to reach.
[Stats:]
[Strength: ∞]
[Energy: ∞]
[Speed: ∞]
[Endurance: ∞]
[Stamina: ∞]
[Perception: ∞]
[Intelligence: ∞]
[Charisma: ∞]
[Durability: ∞]
[Luck: ∞]
[Soul: ∞]
[Will: ∞]
[Mental Strength: ∞]
[Experience: ∞]
[Technique: ∞]
[All your stats have become infinite.]
[All your stats will not be converted into existence.]
[Would you like to use [Infinite² Multiplier] on your whole existence?]
"Yes," Zein replied calmly.
Even though he didn't fully understand what was happening…
he knew, instinctively—
He was staking everything.
[~??LP"?~~~###23]
[ERRO~~#}r?]
[You are ?]
[There is nothing you cannot do]
[Please wait a few moments.]
The system fractured.
Text overlapped itself, symbols bleeding into one another as if the interface could no longer contain what had just occurred. Reality inside Freedom trembled—not violently, but uneasily, like something trying to reorganize itself around Zein.
Zein extended a hand.
A bed formed out of nothing—no summoning circle, no delay. It simply was. He sat down calmly, posture relaxed. Elion followed and sat beside him, silent, watching.
The air felt suspended.
[Asking the ?@}"&%"##?]
Time stalled. Not stopped—held.
[Permission granted]
[You, Zein Veldron, have become ?~}{#?!&???]
The words lingered longer than the others, refusing to stabilize, as if even the system could not define them.
[Primordius is being revamped....]
[1%...]
[5%...]
[98%...]
[100%]
A pressure began to build—not on Zein's body, but on his existence. Something vast was being rewritten.
[Primordius is trying to fuse with you]
[Grant permission?]
Zein did not hesitate.
"Yes," he said calmly.
[Primodius has become one with you.]
[System: Primodius]
[True Name: ?]
[System Age: 0]
[Rank: ???]
[Origin: ?]
[Form: ?]
[State: ??????]
[Creator:]
[Name: Zein Veldron]
[True Name: ????]
[Title: God of Tutorial, Goblin Slayer, Guardian of the Village, ????]
[Race: Pre-Origin Entity / ??????]
[Rank: ??????]
[Reality Synchronisation: 10%]
[Game Synchronisation: ∞]
[Aura: ? (Dormant)]
[Class: ????????? — ALL]
[Origin: ???????]
[Physique: ???????]
[Body State: Pre-ALL]
[Body: ????????]
[Facet: Elion]
[Originality: ????]
[Aspect:]
[????? Eater: ABSORB · SYNTHESIZE · ASSIMILATE · EXTRACTAnything you kill, see, know, or do not know.]
[PERKS]
[Infinite² Multiplier: Whatever it is, you may define it as you wish—whether infinite, slow, fast, the state of the world, or anything within your desire.]
[Infinite Stamina & Endurance: You may fight, move, act, or exist without exhaustion. Physical, mental, and spiritual fatigue do not exist. Your condition is permanently at peak state.]
[Infinite Soul Strength: Your soul infinitely surpasses all others. It cannot be corrupted, dominated, weakened, sealed, or constrained. Its strength evolves endlessly.]
[Infinite Soul: Your essence is limitless and unbound. You are not restricted by quantity, capacity, or form. Your existence is infinite.]
[Infinite Willpower: You possess Absolute Resolve. Fear, despair, coercion, domination, and mind control cannot influence your decisions.]
[Infinite Mind: Limitless cognition. Perfect memory. Instant comprehension. Infinite parallel thought. Flawless analysis. Unrestricted mental processing.]
[Infinite Energy: All forms of energy you possess—mana, qi, aura, concepts, or higher—are infinite in both quantity and regeneration.]
[Infinite Speed: Movement, reaction, perception, and thought transcend all measurable limits.]
[PRE-? Style: You are before combat, before war, before blood, before swords. There is no need to fight, for you have already won.]
[No Cooldown: All abilities, skills, concepts, and powers may be used without delay, backlash, exhaustion, or restriction.]
[Infinite Regeneration & Immortality: All damage is instantly restored. Physical, spiritual, conceptual, and existential destruction cannot result in true death.]
[Infinite Charisma & Luck: Reality subtly favours you. Probability, encounters, outcomes, alliances, and chance bend toward favourable results.]
[AFFINITIES]
[Elemental Affinity: Infinite (All)]
[TALENT]
[Eternal Infinite Omni-Primordial Transcendence — Passive:You evolve endlessly—every millisecond, nanosecond, picosecond, and pre-infinite yoctosecond. There are no ceilings, caps, limits, or final states.]
[?????]
[????]
[????]
[?????]
[????]
[TRAIT: Infinite Primordial Traits — 7 (SEALED)]
[Traits: ???????]
[Embodiments: ??????]
[Concepts: ??????]
[SKILLS: ????]
[ARTS]
[Arts: ??????]
[PRE-? Style: Before combat. Before war. Before blood. Before magic. Before skills. Before existence and non-existence. Before anti-existence and True Void. Before the Beyond. Before Origin. Before Totality. Before swords. Before intent. Before thought.
There is no need to fight, no need to strike, no need to act—for you have already won.]
[EQUIPMENT & REALMS]
[Personal Realm: Freedom]
[Soul-Bound Weapon: ? (Stored in Inventory)]
[STATS]
[Strength: ?]
[Energy: ?]
[Speed: ?]
[Endurance: ?]
[Stamina: ?]
[Perception: ?]
[Intelligence: ?]
[Charisma: ?]
[Luck: ?]
[Soul: ?]
[Will: ?]
[Mental Strength: ?]
[Experience: ?]
[Technique: ?]
[SYSTEM FUNCTIONS]
[SHOP] [ACHIEVEMENTS] [ESSENCE OF ?] [PERSONAL REALM] [INVENTORY][STATUS WINDOW] [ORIGIN MAP] [QUESTS & MISSIONS][?????] [?????????????] [??????????????] [???] [?] [????] [??????] [Wishes]
"Quite something," Zein muttered as he rose from the white, glorious bed, its surface dissolving into light beneath his feet.
The quest no longer carried weight. What once demanded urgency now felt distant, insignificant—like a half-remembered echo from a weaker moment.
Beside him, Elion was sitting quietly. His expression was puzzled, eyes searching Zein's face, yet lacking even a fragment of understanding of what had just occurred. The gap between them had widened into something vast and immeasurable.
Zein's gaze softened, just slightly.
"Elion…" he murmured.
Elion needs to train. he thought.
Zein lifted his head, his voice calm and absolute.
"Primodius," he said, "train Elion."