But did he want to accept this offer?
Becoming an entire world... it sounded completely mad when he thought about it like that. But then again, most of his abilities would have sounded mad to someone who didn't know better.
It was risky to accept, but Harry found himself genuinely tempted.
Very tempted, actually.
Not just for himself, but also for Chrysa. Even she could sometimes get lonely, relying fully on him for companionship. He could imagine that never seeing those of your own species could be isolating, even for a creature as independent as his Nemean Lion.
Being able to recreate her species by absorbing one drop of her blood could solve that problem entirely.
Having his own World would surely increase his potential immensely. He didn't know how things would work out in practice, but there had to be many advantages to being the owner of an entire World and its laws of reality?
Also, just from the implications in the offer, he would maintain his current human form. Otherwise it would be difficult to absorb the blood of living beings as a baby world that couldn't move about. That and his Po Soul's stability should reject any changes to his body that he didn't want.
Harry also wasn't all that worried about this 'Human Order'.
He was well aware that it was highly likely that each offer represented a different universe. That meant that this Human Order was something unique to that specific universe, and thus something that didn't exist in this world. Well, that was just his assumption, but it was something he was almost certain about.
And he shouldn't forget his unrivalled Fortune as well.
If there were hidden dangers in this transformation, his luck should help him navigate them…
Harry bit his lip, wondering if he should consult Grandpa Dumbledore before he agreed to the offer.
But he already knew what the answer would be. Grandpa wouldn't be willing for him to take this kind of risk, no matter how potentially beneficial it might be. Dumbledore was protective of him, sometimes overly so. The old wizard would want to wait for months, maybe years, before even considering it safe.
If he ever would.
And that set Harry's decision in stone.
He could always ask for forgiveness if Grandpa and the Flamels got angry, right?
Nodding to himself, Harry accepted the offer.
The moment he made the decision, his Hun Soul immediately started trembling. Massive invisible fluctuations that only Harry could feel spread out from his Hun Soul into the external world, and something invisible to the eye was grasped and drawn back.
The moment this invisible 'something' was fully extracted, his Hun Soul's trembling stopped.
But that was when everything happened all at once.
His Hun Soul began changing, shifting, transforming into something completely different. It wasn't painful, but it was utterly overwhelming, like trying to drink from a waterfall while standing in a hurricane. His consciousness was pulled in a dozen directions as fundamental aspects of his being rewrote themselves.
The Hun Soul collapsed inward, condensing into what Harry instinctively recognized as an Egg.
Not a physical egg, but something far more conceptual, the potential for an entire world wrapped up in a shell of pure possibility. This Egg immediately began absorbing the energies available to him in massive, hungry gulps.
His virtue energy, built up through many months of virtuous acts, was devoured first.
Then came his magical energy, the contents of the expanded magical pool flowing into the transformation. Even the faith of all those tens of thousands of people who believed in Harry Potter was pulled into the process, converted into raw fuel for what he was becoming.
Only his Chi remained untouched in his body's dantian and meridians.
The Egg kept developing and Harry received instinctual knowledge about what was happening. The Egg - or rather, the World - was composed of something called Textures. These were layers of reality that wrapped around the Egg itself, each one a world with its own laws and properties.
Harry could tell that the first Texture would be the very core of the World, the foundation upon which everything else would be built.
The empty Core Texture waited for Harry to determine its structure, and after a moment of consideration, he decided to play up his angel heritage. He directed the absorbed virtue energy toward the Core, and the empty space was immediately filled with golden clouds that sparkled with heavenly light. The magical energy and faith followed behind, both transforming into brilliant white clouds.
Two concepts developed in his mind simultaneously.
World Power and Virtue Power.
World Power was the fundamental energy his World needed to function. It could be converted from esoteric energies like magic or faith, and could be used to power any kind of spell or divine authority. More importantly, it meant Harry was no longer dependent on the faith of other beings for his divine healing.
Faith could still be used as a resource to generate more World Power, so it remained supremely useful, but it wasn't something he couldn't do without anymore.
Virtue Power, in contrast, was a top-tier quality energy that existed above even World Power. It was generated by his virtuous acts and wasn't meant to be used recklessly. Virtue Power stabilized the World and could be relied upon in times of crisis when everything else failed. It also represented his Virtue Cultivation, so using it up had the risk of setting back his cultivation to a certain extent.
His Core Texture, which he instinctively named Heaven, became the repository for all of his World Power and Virtue Power. At the same time, it served as the seat of his consciousness, allowing him to manage and oversee all Textures from this central location.
His Will naturally condensed into a Human Avatar, a perfect representation of himself that could act and think, in Heaven.
Looking around at the clouds of power, Harry felt awestruck at what he had become.
Hun Soul... that term didn't really apply anymore, did it?
But before he could think on this matter any further, the entire Egg began shaking even more violently. Harry knew that since the Core Texture had been established, he now needed to create the first Surface Texture.
White clouds of World Power poured from Heaven into the developing Texture within the Egg, but it wasn't nearly enough, so his Po Soul immediately began absorbing magical energy from the outside world at a rapid pace, sending it to Heaven to be transformed into more World Power.
This process continued for nearly two hours.
Harry was somewhat aware of his physical body standing still in the middle of the hallway, but most of his attention was focused inward on the monumental changes taking place.
Finally, he felt the moment arrive when he needed to make another crucial decision.
The new Texture needed a Foundational Law.
In other words, the basic rule that would govern how reality functioned within that realm.
He had three options, each drawing from different aspects of his nature and experiences.
The Law of Heaven came from his angel heritage and it could create something similar to his Core Texture that operated on heavenly principles. It was also the only non-complete Foundational Law available to him. He instinctively knew that the Heavenly Law would continue to evolve as he progressed in his Virtue Cultivation.
The Law of Physics came from Earth and was partially that 'invisible' something his Hun Soul had extracted.
The Law of Fantasy came from the offer he got prior to the Egg. It was similar to Physics, but allowed for… fantastical things. Whether that was the removal of sonic booms when exceeding the speed of sound, disregarding the law of structural integrity when lifting impossibly massive objects, or allowing bodies to withstand forces that should pulverize them into dust.
Harry considered his options carefully. The Law of Heaven was already governing his Core Texture and didn't need to be repeated. Both the Law of Heaven and the Law of Fantasy would be significantly more expensive in terms of World Power for future expansions.
The Law of Physics, while perhaps less exotic, would create a stable foundation that he understood well.
For his first Surface Texture, a place where his family and friends might eventually visit, the Law of Physics they were already familiar with made the most sense.
The moment he made the decision, the Texture began taking shape.
Harry watched from Heaven as a Texture roughly the size of London developed into primarily forested regions with small rivers and lakes scattered throughout. At the edges of the Texture, space simply... ended, though he knew that water and other elements would be continuously replenished until the Texture grew large enough to become self-sustaining.
There was even an illusory Sun and Moon in the sky. In other words, the Texture could expand to become an entire Solar System in the future?
It seemed possible.
But for now the Texture was still unstable, not yet fully matured.
The Texture itself could grow either through massive investments of World Power or through the development of a civilization full of living beings with free will and ego.
Harry suddenly had a far-away look in his eyes as he imagined a world without any Muggles. They wouldn't need to hide themselves anymore or erase the memories of so many people…
He let out a small sigh. The creation process wasn't finished yet, so he shook away his growing ambitions.
He could still add Supernatural Laws to govern what kinds of extraordinary abilities would function within the Texture.
His options were Magic, Bending, Chakra, Faith and Fortune.
He knew that Bending and Chakra originated from his firebending and Sharingan. But Magic... that came from Earth itself, from the world where he had been born and raised.
And Harry could instinctively tell that the Law of Magic had fully accepted him. If he chose it, he would finally be able to do magic properly! He wouldn't need to wait until he turns eleven anymore!
That made him grin wildly, though he forced himself to calm down and consider his options rationally.
Faith was interesting. Harry knew that even without adding Faith as a Law, people could still have faith in him personally since that was inherent to his nature thanks to one of his offers. But if he did add Faith as a Supernatural Law, then the people living in his Texture could dedicate faith to imaginary gods and religions they created themselves. If enough people believed strongly enough in the idea of a god, that god could actually spawn into existence within his world.
Not just that... an entire sub-Texture could be created for that religion. It would be subordinate to the main Texture that spawned it, but still, that was amazing.
He could create Gods.
Or rather, his people could create Gods through their collective belief.
It's just that, what if they created a god he didn't like? What if their god decided it wanted to challenge Harry's authority over the Texture?
Then again, any god born from his Textures would ultimately be part of his Heaven-Earth Soul, so it couldn't truly oppose him without risking its own life. And it might be fascinating to see what kinds of deities people would dream up when given the chance.
But did he really want to compete for faith right now? He still needed it for World Power, and adding Faith as a Law might split people's devotion between him and whatever gods they invented. Maybe he could add it in the future, or create another Texture specifically designed to spawn Gods later.
For now, it felt like an unnecessary complication.
Fortune worked differently in that if he didn't add this Law, then everyone would have the same inherent levels of fortune, and things would be based on random chance.
But if Fortune was added as a Supernatural Law, then people would have different levels of luck that also determined their opportunities in life. Fortune didn't decide everything since it was always possible for those with low fortune to outshine those with high fortune through hard work and determination, but it certainly made things easier for the lucky ones.
It was also possible for Textures with Fortune to spawn Chosen Ones with exceedingly high levels of luck.
Now that was tempting.
Harry was kind of a Chosen One himself, if he had to be honest.
The Boy-Who-Lived, blessed with unparalleled fortune, destined to face Voldemort... it would be amusing to see a Chosen One be born within his own world.
Like a Chosen One producing other Chosen Ones.
Would his Chosen One be a hero or a villain? Would they be destined to save their world or conquer it? Would they even realize how lucky they were, or would they think their success came purely from their own abilities?
Harry found himself genuinely curious about what kind of person would arise from such favorable circumstances.
And really, he didn't see any downside to adding Fortune. It would make his world more interesting, more dynamic. Some people would be naturally luckier than others, which was already true on Earth anyway.
At least this way it would be an actual supernatural force rather than just random chance.
Regarding the power system, he didn't know nearly enough about chakra to feel comfortable making it the supernatural foundation of his first world. He knew a great deal about firebending, but that felt too limited. What about his family and friends who weren't benders?
Magic, however, was the power he had been born into. His parents had been magical, he had been raised in a magical castle by magical professors...
His first world should be magical too.
The moment he made the decision about Magic, the Laws of Magic rushed into the Texture. Nothing changed visibly in the forests, rivers and lakes, but Harry knew that the environment was now saturated with magical energy just like Earth. Wizards and witches would be able to cast spells there, magical creatures could thrive, and all the wonders of the magical world would be possible.
But he wasn't done yet.
Fortune called to him, and after a moment of consideration, he added that as well.
The moment Fortune integrated into the Texture, Harry felt something shift in its fundamental nature. Probability itself became malleable, responsive to the inherent luck of individuals. Some people born in his world would find coins on the ground, avoid accidents by mere seconds, and have opportunities fall into their laps. Others would struggle against constant minor misfortunes, though never anything truly devastating.
And somewhere, someday, a Chosen One would be born with fortune so powerful that destiny itself would bend around them.
Harry grinned at the thought. His world was going to be very interesting indeed.
He briefly considered whether he could draw this magical energy originating from the Law of Magic back into Heaven to convert into World Power, but immediately dismissed the idea. That would destabilize the Texture immensely and would return less World Power than he had invested in the first place.
It would be incredibly stupid to cannibalize his own Texture for short-term gain.
But what should he call his transformed Hun Soul now?
This was definitely no longer a normal Hun Soul, especially as he watched the True Dragon Spirit swimming among the white clouds of World Power while the Hero's Journal floated serenely surrounded by golden clouds of Virtue Power.
And the transformation wasn't finished just yet.
The changes had affected his Po Soul as well. It continued extracting and generating magical energy, but the rate at which it was doing both began accelerating dramatically. His Magic Pool, which had already expanded due to the True Dragon Spirit, suddenly increased hundredfold again.
The sheer amount of magical power being generated ex-nihilo was staggering.
Hun Soul and Po Soul... those names no longer seemed adequate for what he had become.
His Po Soul remained essentially the same, even if some aspects had been massively improved. But his Hun Soul had changed beyond recognition. It now contained both a Heaven and an Earth within it, two complete realms of existence.
Heaven and Earth...
Harry's eyes lit up with inspiration.
Yes!
His Hun Soul would now be his Heaven-Earth Soul, it was a name that captured both the divine and mundane aspects of what he had become. His Po Soul would be his Source Soul, since it was the source from which his physical body drew its foundation and the wellspring of his magical energy.
But before Harry could relax at all, something else began happening.
His Elder Blood, which had been dormant since his return from the bending world, suddenly began burning with intense energy. For a terrifying moment, Harry worried he was about to be pulled into another universe again.
But that wasn't what happened.
Instead, his Heaven-Earth Soul and Elder Blood began resonating with each other. From this interaction two Conceptual Authorities that drew their power from Space and Time were born.
His Space Authority granted him the power of teleportation, but not just simple movement. He could teleport objects and willing beings in and out of his Heaven-Earth Soul at will. More impressively, he could establish teleportation gates connecting different locations.
The gates themselves could be either permanent or temporary.
That meant he could set up a gate between Earth and his newest Texture, allowing people to travel freely between worlds. He could even connect different Textures to each other, though Heaven itself remained accessible only to approved souls, not physical bodies.
The Time Authority was even more outstanding. It allowed him to adjust the flow of time within his Textures. By continuously investing World Power, he could make time pass differently such that one day in Heaven (or the outside world) could equal a thousand days in another Texture, or any other ratio he chose. The energy cost scaled with the size of the Texture being manipulated, and there was one significant limitation:
Harry couldn't enter a Texture with his consciousness while it was being time-accelerated. He could observe and exert his influence indirectly, but actively manifesting his Human Avatar was impossible during acceleration.
Perhaps as his Time Authority developed further, this limitation would change.
His Elder Blood slowly settled down, but his Heaven-Earth Soul took the initiative to grant him two additional Authorities.
Origin Law Tether and Texture Citizenship.
Origin Law Tether allowed beings native to his Heaven-Earth Soul to maintain tethered to the Laws of their home Texture. This meant that if wizards lived in a Texture with the Law of Magic and then traveled to the bending world, they would still be able to use magic.
The tether to their native supernatural laws would remain intact regardless of where they went.
Texture Citizenship was just as valuable. It allowed him to grant native status to beings from other worlds. He could make Grandpa Dumbledore, Nicolas and Perenelle natives of a Texture, which would then allow them to use magic even when traveling to other universes!
The only requirement was that whoever received citizenship had to willingly agree to it.
Harry smiled as everything settled into place.
Only for the Hero's Journal to suddenly blaze with brilliant light.
As an Innate Treasure of his former Hun Soul, it had naturally evolved along with his transformation. The Journal floated over to hover in front of his Human Avatar, opening on its own to reveal new functions written in glowing script.
The Hero's Journal could now serve as an oversight system for his Textures. It would provide clear summaries of major events happening without requiring his constant attention so that he could focus on other tasks while still staying informed about important developments in his Textures.
Harry waited several more minutes, but nothing else seemed to happen.
The transformation was finally complete.
Looking around at Heaven with its white and gold clouds of power, then shifting his awareness to observe the other Texture, which he decided to call the Human World for now, Harry couldn't help but smirk.
"Not even the Primal Daoist elders of Snowdragon Mountain could achieve something like this!"
He felt absolutely magnificent. Here he was, almost nine years old, and he had just become an entire world! Complete with his own laws of reality, his own Textures, and powers that most wizards couldn't even dream of. The Flamels were over six hundred years old and they were considered legendary, but could they create worlds? Could they manipulate time itself?
No, they couldn't.
And Grandpa Dumbledore, for all his wisdom and magical knowledge, was still bound by the normal laws of magic. He couldn't teleport people between worlds or grant them citizenship in alternate realities. Even Voldemort, who everyone said was the most powerful dark wizard of the age, was just a regular wizard with a split soul.
Harry had an entire Heaven-Earth Soul system now!
He was probably more powerful than anyone in the wizarding world at this point. Maybe more powerful than anyone who had ever lived, actually. The ancient wizards like Merlin were impressive, sure, but had any of them literally become worlds unto themselves?
Had any of them gained control over Space and Time as fundamental concepts?
Harry was pretty sure the answer was no.
And the best part was that he was still just getting started. As his Textures grew and developed, as civilizations flourished within them, his power would continue expanding.
Eventually he might even grow into a full Planet, with all the conceptual Authorities that would entail.
Take that, Voldemort!
Let's see the Dark Lord try to kill someone who literally was an entire world. Harry could probably just trick the man into willingly entering a teleportation gate that placed him into a Texture with accelerated time and leave him there for a few centuries while only months passed in the real world.
Actually, that raised an interesting question.
What would happen if someone tried to cast Avada Kedavra on him now? His soul structure had changed so fundamentally that he wasn't sure the curse would even recognize him as a valid target anymore.
And even if it did manage to get through his innate resistance to soul-harming effects enough times to kill him, would it destroy his entire Heaven-Earth Soul, or just one Texture? These were the kinds of problems that most people never had to worry about, but he was almost certain that it would have no effect on him.
To harm the soul of a World would require far too much power for a mortal wizard.
He was definitely in a league of his own now.
A league of one, really, since nobody else had ever-
Harry suddenly cleared his throat in embarrassment, even though nobody was around to hear him.
What was he doing? Standing in a hallway getting a swelled head about how amazing he was? That wasn't like him at all. Well, okay, maybe it was a little like him sometimes, but still! He had friends who were counting on him to help save Beatrice, and here he was having delusions of grandeur.
Though to be fair, they weren't really delusions if they were true...
No! Bad Harry. Focus on what's important.
He definitely needed to talk to Grandpa Dumbledore about what had just happened to him. The old wizard was going to have some very pointed questions about why Harry had decided to transform into a world without asking anyone first.
Actually, Grandpa Dumbledore was probably going to be furious, even if he wouldn't show it on his face.
And worried. Definitely worried.
Harry could already imagine the conversation.
"Harry, my boy, what exactly did you think you were accomplishing by becoming a world without consulting anyone? What if something had gone wrong? What if you had been trapped in some kind of limbo state? What if you lost your magic?"
Those were all valid concerns, Harry had to admit. The transformation had been a little bit risky, and he probably should have talked to someone about it first.
But it had worked out fine!
Better than fine, actually.
He was more powerful than ever, and he hadn't lost any of his humanity in the process.
Not to mention that he had considered the risks and decided it was small enough for the rewards…
His Human Avatar in Heaven looked exactly like him, just made of condensed Will instead of flesh and blood. His physical body was still standing in the hallway, still perfectly normal.
He could still think and feel and laugh and get embarrassed about being arrogant.
He was still Harry Potter, just... more.
But Grandpa Dumbledore wouldn't see it that way, at least not at first. The old wizard would want to run a dozen different diagnostic spells to make sure Harry was fine. He'd probably insist on consulting with Nicolas and Perenelle about the long-term effects of such a transformation. There would be lectures about the importance of caution when dealing with unknown phenomena that could strip his ability to use magic.
Harry sighed. He understood why Grandpa Dumbledore was so protective, he really did. But sometimes that protectiveness felt stifling, especially when Harry knew he could handle more than people gave him credit for.
Still, he should probably go explain what happened before someone noticed he'd been standing in this hallway for over two hours.
Wait, two hours?
Harry blinked and looked around. The light coming through the windows had definitely changed, and he could hear students heading to dinner. His friends were probably wondering where he'd gone.
He needed to find them and let them know he was okay, then figure out how to break the news about his transformation to the adults. Maybe he could ease into it gradually? Start by mentioning that he'd gained some new abilities, then work up to the whole "I'm now a nascent world" thing?
Actually, no. Grandpa Dumbledore was too perceptive for that approach to work.
The moment Harry walked into his office, the old wizard would notice something had changed just by his demeanour.
Better to just be direct and honest about it. Explain what the offer had been, why he'd decided to accept it, and what the results were. Grandpa Dumbledore might not be happy about Harry taking such a risk, but he'd appreciate the honesty.
And really, when Harry thought about it, this transformation could be incredibly useful for protecting his friends and family. If things ever got really dangerous, he could teleport everyone to the Human World where they'd be completely safe. He could establish permanent gates between important locations, making travel instantaneous. He could even grant Texture Citizenship to people he cared about, ensuring they'd never lose their magical abilities no matter where they went.
This wasn't just about Harry becoming more powerful.
It was about creating a safety net for everyone he loved.
That was a much better way to frame the conversation with Grandpa Dumbledore.
Harry took a deep breath and started walking toward Dumbledore's office. Better to get this over with now rather than let the old wizard find out some other way. Grandpa Dumbledore had ways of knowing when something significant happened at Hogwarts, and standing in a hallway for two hours while undergoing a fundamental transformation of his soul probably qualified as significant.
The gargoyle stepped aside without him even needing to give a password. Harry climbed the spiral staircase, thinking of different ways to explain what had just happened.
He knocked on the office door and heard Dumbledore's voice call out, "Come in, Harry."
Harry pushed open the door to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk with a cup of tea and what looked like a plate of jam tarts.
"Good evening, Grandpa," Harry said, walking into the office and settling into his usual chair. He looked directly into those kind blue eyes and decided to just go for it. "I hope you don't mind, but I've just transformed my Hun Soul into a Heaven-Earth Soul and created my own layers of reality. I've got a Heaven full of golden and white clouds, and a Human World with forests and lakes that operates under the Laws of Physics, Magic and Fortune. Would you like to visit sometime?"
The jam tart that Dumbledore had been raising to his mouth fell from his fingers and landed on his robes with a soft splat, leaving a streak of strawberry jam across the blue fabric.
For several long seconds, the office was completely silent except for the soft ticking of various magical instruments and Fawkes ruffling his feathers on his perch.
Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed twice without any sound coming out, his eyes wide behind his half-moon spectacles.
The jam tart slid off his robes and hit the floor with a tiny splat.
"I..." Dumbledore started, then stopped. He blinked several times, as if trying to process what Harry had just said. "Did you just say you've created your own layers of reality?"
"Two of them, actually," Harry said cheerfully. "Well, technically Heaven is the Core Texture and the Human World is the first Surface Texture, but they're both fully functional. I've also gained Authority over Space and Time, so I can create teleportation gates and adjust time flow within my Textures. Oh, and I can grant people citizenship in my world and keep them tethered to the Laws of Magic even when traveling to other universes."
Dumbledore reached for his tea cup with a slightly shaking hand, took a sip, then very carefully set it back down on its saucer.
"Harry," he said slowly, "perhaps you could start from the beginning?"