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- Aryan's Personal Dimension -
The moment Aryan gave his command, Vaani wasted no time. The System's hum rose in his consciousness, smooth and efficient, and then sank into silence again.
It was done.
Yet the result wasn't as overwhelming as one might expect.
| Fusion Complete: Primordial Voidborne Bloodline — 12% Assimilation |
Aryan read the notification with a calm gaze. The words didn't disappoint him; they only confirmed what he already suspected. A bloodline of this scale could never be fully integrated in one sweep — not without more Meta Points. And even without those, he could gradually merge with it during enlightenment, step by step, until it was wholly his.
For now, twelve percent was enough to glimpse the future.
He stood up from the bench. The quiet stream still whispered beside him, yet he could feel something new thrumming in his veins. His height had shifted, just slightly — an inch, maybe two. His muscles carried a denser weight, compact yet sharper, as though someone had taken the sculpture of his body and pressed it into finer definition. But it wasn't bulk. He was still lean, still athletic. Just… more.
His Void Physique worked like a perfect teacher, guiding him through the changes with ease. There was no awkwardness, no stumbles. The new strength didn't feel foreign; it was like rediscovering a part of himself that had always been there.
Still, theory was one thing. Testing was another.
With a thought, Aryan split a fragment of himself into existence. The air shimmered, and a perfect mirror of him stepped forward — his Parallel Existence. It bowed once, then squared its shoulders, ready.
Aryan flexed his hands and braced himself. "Come."
The parallel existence obeyed. The first blow came sharp and direct, knuckles driving toward Aryan's ribs. He blocked. The impact rattled the air, but his body absorbed it like tempered steel. Then another strike, heavier. Aryan let it land. Pain never came. Instead, a calm understanding settled in his mind — his body had grown tougher, sturdier, alive with resilience.
He smiled faintly.
Again and again, they exchanged blows. Martial arts techniques he had already mastered flowed naturally, each movement faster, heavier, cleaner. His strength surged with every clash, and as he measured himself, the number clicked into place.
Twenty percent stronger.
Before, lifting ten tons had been effortless. Now? Twelve was within reach, without calling on anything else.
But strength was only half the test.
"Armament," Aryan instructed, and his double nodded. Dark sheen coated its arms and legs, the unmistakable mark of Haki. It struck again, this time with killing intent behind the precision.
The hits landed like cannon fire. Aryan stood his ground. His skin didn't break, his bones didn't crack. Only the faint push of force, like waves hitting the shore.
He gauged the result carefully, his expression calm.
Durability — twenty-five percent increase.
He remembered easily surviving direct impact from bunker-busting missiles in the past, which he created for testing on himself, walking through them without a scratch. Now, even that seemed like child's play.
And then came the more subtle shift.
Energy.
His command over it had already been perfect — or so he thought. Yet now, even perfection had stretched further. The flow was smoother, the weave finer, the control so sharp he could feel every fraction of it bending to his will. His runes, his arcane threads, his void energies — all of them sang clearer than before.
He let out a slow breath, half-laughter, half-satisfaction.
"Status."
The word rippled through his mind.
At once, a holographic panel flared into being in the darkness behind his eyes, lines of light etching themselves across the canvas of thought.
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/ Status Panel /
- Void Physique
- Void Mind/Soul
- All-Speak >
- Primordial Voidborne – 12%
- Meta-Creation (System Ability)
- Energy Absorption and Redistribution (Omega-Level X-Gene)
- Elemental Embodiment (Secondary Mutation of X-Gene) >
- Eternal Arms Mastery (Enhanced) – Advanced-IV
- Omni-Elemental Sovereignty – Advanced-IX
- Void Arcana – Advanced-X
- Analysis – Max
- Alchemy – Max
- Special Runes – Max
- Power Cosmic Manipulation – Advanced-V
- Battle Instinct Override – Max
- Eternal Flames Manipulation – Max
- Thought Acceleration – Max
- Ultra High-Speed Regeneration – Max
- Eternal Continuum Weaving – Advanced-I (New) >
- Parallel Existence
- Energy Dominion
- Enhanced Triad Haki
- Soulprint Lock>
- Inter-Dimensional Portal Creation
- Enter/Exit
- Sub-Dimensional Personal Space >
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- Atlantic Ocean, Far off the US's Eastern Coast -
- November 3, 1939 -
While Aryan sat by the quiet stream in his private dimension, feeling his body grow stronger with every heartbeat, another power was stirring far away — one that would soon crash against his path like a storm against the shore.
The waters of the Atlantic were dark and endless. On the surface, a U.S. naval salvage vessel drifted, lights glowing faintly against the night waves. The crew worked steadily, their equipment clanking, ropes sliding over the deck as divers prepared to descend. Their mission was simple: recover whatever remained of a sunken vessel, one of the many swallowed by the ocean during the chaos of war.
A diver lowered himself into the depths, bubbles rising around him as he sank. The light from his helmet lamp cut through the murk, catching rusted metal and torn cables from the wreck. But then… something moved.
Not debris. Not a fish.
A figure.
It swam with impossible grace, strong and fast, cutting through the water like a blade. The diver froze, unsure if his eyes deceived him. The figure drew closer, revealing a man — or something like one. His skin was pale under the water's blue light, his eyes sharp and glowing faintly. Small wings fluttered at his ankles, keeping him perfectly steady in the current.
Namor.
His gaze narrowed. The diver's heavy suit, his strange breathing apparatus, the lamp glowing in the gloom — to Namor, it looked nothing like a man. It looked like a machine. An invader.
There was no hesitation.
He surged forward, a blur in the dark, and with a single strike, crushed the diver's chestplate. The water filled instantly with blood and bubbles, a life ended before the man could even realize what was happening.
Above, the salvage vessel's radio crackled with confused voices. Then, without warning, the sea erupted. Namor burst from the waves, muscles coiled like steel, fury etched into his face. With a roar, he struck the ship's hull. Metal screamed, men shouted, and in moments the vessel split and sank, dragged under by the ocean's relentless pull.
No survivors.
The waters calmed as if nothing had happened, leaving only silence and foam where once the ship had floated.
Namor dove back beneath the surface, returning to the hidden kingdom below.
Atlantis shimmered in the depths, its towers rising like coral spires, glowing softly with bioluminescence. Guards bowed as he passed, though their faces carried worry. Whispers of surface dwellers' encroachment had grown louder in recent months.
He entered the royal chamber, where his mother, Princess Fen, awaited. She stood regal yet troubled, her expression clouded with sorrow.
"Namor," she said, her voice heavy. "The surface world grows bold. They poison our waters with their waste, their oil, their machines. They steal what is ours and strike at our outposts. Many of our kin have been lost."
Her words were fuel to fire already burning inside him. Namor's fists clenched, his jaw tight. He had seen it himself — wreckage, pollution, the careless scarring of the seas. And now this salvage ship. Proof of their endless greed.
His loyalty to Atlantis was absolute. To his people, he was their protector, their champion. The rage that filled his chest was not only his own — it was the voice of an entire kingdom demanding justice.
"I shall go to the surface world," Namor declared, his voice carrying like thunder through the chamber, "and punish them for their crimes!"
His mother did not stop him. She only closed her eyes, as if already knowing the path he had chosen.
Far above, the world remained unaware. But the tide was shifting.
A king of the seas had risen, and his war was about to begin.
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