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- Aryan's Personal Dimension -
The moment Aryan left London, he didn't head straight for Kamal Aasthaan. Instead, space folded around him again, and he chose another destination — a place he hadn't visited in a long while.
His personal dimension.
It opened before him with the stillness of memory. He had designed it himself, shaping its geography after the Bharatiya Subcontinent. Rivers wound like silver threads through vast plains, forests stretched green and endless, mountains stood like guardians at the horizon. And near one stream, where the sound of water softened the silence, his mansion stood — tall and quiet, a home he had neglected for too long.
He walked the familiar grounds slowly, letting the night air brush against him. The place was empty, yet it carried his presence, as if it had been waiting for him to return.
Tonight, he had come here to think.
The encounter with Morgan had unsettled him in ways he didn't want to admit. Not because he feared her — he didn't. But because she had forced him to confront something he had long put aside: his weakness. Or rather, his lack of completeness. She had bound herself to reality. Dangerous, reckless, mad — yet it reminded him how little mastery he still had over the fabric of space and time.
He lowered himself onto a stone bench by the stream, staring at the flowing water. The System Store hung at the back of his thoughts, its catalog of abilities always within reach. He had seen the skills he needed before — techniques of spatial folding, temporal manipulation, even glimpses of higher chronomancy. But he hadn't bought them. Not yet.
Why?
Because until now, he hadn't felt the urgency. His runes and his mastery of Void Arcane already gave him substitutes for most spatial techniques. He could bend distances, unravel portals, even collapse entire fields of matter. For combat, for travel, it had been enough. But the fine control, the delicate weaving of time itself… that he lacked. And tonight had made it clear: he could no longer delay.
Yet there was something else weighing heavier than skills. Something that had gnawed at him for months.
His stagnation.
Despite everything, he was still trapped at the peak of Tier 5. A step away from divinity, yet unable to move forward. He had felt it — like pushing against an invisible wall. Something was missing, something essential. With Vaani's help, he had pieced it together:
A divine seed.
Without it, the path to Tier 6 — godhood — remained locked.
There were many ways to obtain one and similarly various ways to get around it, like surrendering himself to a higher dimensional being and siphon their energy for his use, but he didn't like that method. That left the only option to attain Divinity himself. For this, he could, in theory, devour a deity whole, provided he purchased the right ability from the System Store. But his race complicated things. Being a Void Human meant he couldn't just take any divine essence. It had to be a seed of Void, something resonant with his very nature. Anything else would corrupt him — or worse, twist him into something unrecognizable.
He had considered fusing seeds, crafting something new by force. But that path was chaos. Without a clear vision of what divinity he wanted to embody, the result could be monstrous, irreversible. Even if he tried to reshape a seed after devouring it, he would still need to go through the same trial, that could be done without any wastage of efforts and time on these things — enlightenment, awakening.
And for him, due to his race, that meant stepping into the Void itself.
The thought alone made his breath slow. His Void physique gave him adaptability, yes, but the beginning would be the hardest. The Void wasn't just emptiness. It was hunger, silence, pressure — a place that stripped away everything until only truth remained. If he wasn't prepared, even he could crumble before reaching the seed.
That was why he hadn't rushed. Why he had been hesitating.
Now, he couldn't.
He leaned back, tilting his head up toward the artificial sky he had painted over this dimension. Stars glittered faintly above — not real, but familiar enough. His mind turned again toward the System Store. If he was to endure the Void long enough to reach enlightenment, he needed to strengthen his vessel further. More than his runes, more than his current adaptations.
He thought of the options. Bloodlines of legends, universes away. Kryptonians with their boundless potential beneath the sun. Viltrumites, molded for war and survival. Saiyans, who turned defeat into strength. Each of them carried resilience beyond mortal measure. If layered upon his own Void physiology, they would grant him the fortitude to endure what awaited.
A small smile tugged at his lips — faint, but real. It wasn't arrogance, but a quiet thrill. He wasn't afraid of the Void. He was born from it. He only needed to be ready when he returned to it.
The stream whispered beside him, steady and calm. For a long while, he sat there in silence, the weight of choices circling his thoughts.
Morgan had forced his hand, yes. But in a way, she had also reminded him of something vital. His journey wasn't just about power. It was about becoming whole — finding the seed within the abyss, shaping his own divinity, and walking forward not as a man with strength borrowed, but as one who carried his own truth into eternity.
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Aryan sat still by the stream, the cool breeze brushing his face as he leaned back against the bench. His thoughts sharpened, and in the quiet of his mind, his voice reached out.
"Vaani, display my current Meta Points."
A soft chime answered inside his consciousness.
| Meta Points Available: 25,432 |
He exhaled slowly. That number had been climbing for more than a year, saved patiently while he only spent small amounts here and there for practical needs. Now it was time to burn through them.
"Purchase skills — space manipulation and time manipulation. The highest-grade version available within the budget of 12000 MPs."
| Confirmed. Deducting 12,000 MP. |
| Purchase Successful. |
| Skill Acquired: Eternal Continuum Weaving – Advanced – I — mastery of spatial folding, dimensional anchoring, and temporal flow manipulation. |
A ripple ran through him at once. It wasn't pain, nor was it pleasure — more like reality itself brushing against his skin, acknowledging him. Space hummed faintly at his fingertips, while the flow of time carried a texture he had never noticed before. It was subtle, delicate, like threads waiting to be pulled.
Aryan's eyes flickered with quiet satisfaction. But this was only the first step. His body still needed to be prepared.
"Bloodlines," he instructed.
The System complied instantly. Rows upon rows of options unfolded in his vision.
He scrolled slowly. Elves with their ageless grace. Dragonborns breathing flame and power. Devils with their cunning resilience. Nephilim carrying half-divine blood, even ones like the Angels, Aesirs, Devas, etc with Divine potential. Then worlds beyond — Kryptonians under yellow suns, Saiyans burning with endless combat potential, Viltrumites hardened by survival, Mandalorians bred for war, even the subtle connection of Jedi and Sith from galaxies far away.
Each one glittered with promise, yet each one came with flaws, overlaps, or costs. Aryan studied them with calm eyes, weighing, discarding, moving on. He wasn't here to copy. He wasn't here to drown himself in countless traits that would clash against each other.
He needed something more. Something that belonged only to him.
At last, he stopped scrolling.
"Vaani," he said softly, his tone clear, "take everything beneficial from these. Extract only the essential strengths — resilience, adaptability, growth, and boundless potential. Discard what overlaps. Leave out what I don't need right now. Fuse them into a single new bloodline… a foundation that matches me, not anyone else."
Silence filled his mind for a heartbeat, then Vaani's voice returned, steady and precise.
| Confirmed. Initiating synthesis of composite bloodline. |
| Warning: This process is irreversible once completed. Continue? |
Aryan's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Continue."
The stream gurgled beside him, the stars above shimmered faintly, and deep within, the System began its work.
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