Haki briefly remembered the times he was called a 'Repeat'— someone who always comes back to the same spot after every trial to retake said trial.
"Since all I know how to do is repeat, I'll embrace that ability."
He had, instead of crying about it, dissected those words critically at a point in time in his life, and used it as his one truth. Anything he didn't know how to solve, he'll repeat it until he could solve it.
Any skill he needed to learn, he would practice it repeatedly. He would repeat the basics, the rudimentary, form his own patterns and move progressively to the advanced stuff.
He simply didn't know how to learn something 'half assed-ly'. While others didn't understand but crammed, he aimed to understand the inner workings, the underlying principles, you know… the works.
Nevertheless, the clone continued healing Haki, channeling his bloodline powers through his palm against Haki's back. Slowly, the loop of healing and destruction began to shift, tipping more toward healing.
At Haki's request, the clone pushed harder, drawing deeper from its reserves. Meanwhile, Haki kept absorbing gravitational potential energy from the octahedral device.
Adaptation had taken on new meaning over the eons. Humanity had changed.
In ancient times, the body honed itself in response to forests, deserts, mountains—natural landscapes. Now, instincts were forged under neon skies and glowing screens.
Their bodies no longer braced against predators, but against negative effects of frequencies, lights, energy.
The average human now was unrecognizable compared to their ancestors. Some scholars focused not on artificial mutations or bloodline engineering, but on excavating the raw, untapped potential of the body—pre-enhancement, pre-lab. Of course, gene editing had become common practice. Just describe your dream physique to a licensed editor, and they'd chart out a genomic path. They'd add, subtract, manipulate—until you looked like the fantasy in your head.
In this world, someone like Haki, someone without physical augmentations, was rare. Especially someone this wealthy. People looked like dragons, phoenixes, Cthulhu, cosmic jellyfish. Haki, too, had a single add-on: a mental assistant, grafted into his neural architecture at a young age. Standard practice now. Like circumcision.
"I know what it's like to be "unnaturally" powerful thought the clone" Haki said, eyes closed. "This body must have a natural method for growing stronger through energy... Eating alone just isn't enough."
Acca chimed in, "Well, that depends on your definition of eating. Isn't this 'eating'? You're devouring energy."
"Not exactly," Haki said. "I'm not consuming it the usual way. I think... if the clone hadn't been healing me repeatedly—forcing my body to form new adaptation pathways—I would've exploded by now due to Oversaturation."
"Hell, look at him," Acca said, pointing.
Hell had stepped out of Haki's body, expanding massively before shrinking down again. A constant cycle he'd formed—inflate, condense, repeat. He was somehow absorbing energy like a sponge. No digestion. Just... Assimilation.
Considering Hell was a spirit, and his high compatibility with energy, could it be that spirit and even possibly souls, were just different wavelengths of light?
"Maybe it's possible, for energy to absorb energy," Haki muttered. "Or maybe I'm just a freakish genius."
"Close," Acca replied. "Hell just specializes in "demonic" energy. The part of the whiteholification that exhibits demon nature is somewhat monopolized by him while the rest is being-"
"Used to fuel the continuation of the whiteholification". Haki finished what Acca was just about to say.
"Right," Haki said. "It's fueling the continuation of the process."
He got it now. He could absorb energy into each cell individually and his companion—Hell, could do the same for now. Growing stronger by devouring specific aspects of physical energy.
"Since Hell likes demonic stuff so much, how about this?" Haki had a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Next joyride, we go to a black hole. Let's see what he does with that."
Their conversation continued as both Haki's body and mind evolved in leaps and bounds. But eventually, every system hits a wall. Haki's body and mind had just reached their first true bottleneck.
"Oh, lovely," Kevide groaned. "Hell was beginning to suffocate our seedlings in your mind space."
Inside his mental world, Hell sat cross-legged, trying to control the oppressive pressure radiating from his expanding presence. The thing Acca had called "Spiritual laws" since observing Hell, seemed to mimic physical ones—the denser he became, the more 'weight' his existence seemed to exert.
The imaginary figures of Heavenly, Acca, Kevide, and Instinct had found their way into his mind space through Hell and stood behind their seedling counterparts.
"You guys need to work together," Haki told them. "Help Hell balance himself. Eventually, you'll all become real. Consider this training."
They nodded and got to work.
As they consolidated Hell's powers, Haki murmured something odd:
"Besides... we've benefited long enough from Nyserith's little ploy."
Days passed. But these weren't days by Earth's clocks. Beings like this, if observed by someone with lower perception would only be privileged to see a blur, or worse, nothing. Except for when they stopped for a moment long enough for their retinas to catch.
That was one perk of the clone—dual consciousness. Haki could think with either his own mind or the clone's. The clone's processing was faster, cleaner. But Haki, specifically Kevide's, stubborn pride, preferred to challenge himself by thinking manually—on 'hard mode.'
'Alright,' Haki thought at last. 'Enough dawdling, let the clone cover for us now, it's time to deactivate this thing.'
Before leaving the pocket space, Haki had the clone activate a concealment script—QBASIC, a neural-lattice-based probability language that fused logic, encryption, and reality structuring. It was ancient tech, mostly used by state agencies. But Haki was... well, Haki.
The process was extremely complex, like writing a code for reality…well, not reality, but for himself. Coding reality would be too absurd. That would be left for the Type VI civilizations and they were not on that level yet, they were far from that level…
Haki's thoughts were complex, but they could be dumbed down to;
'Alright, let's behave like dark matter and change our refractive index to let light bend around us'
{SYSTEM CONSOLE}
[QUANTUM-BASIC/QBASIC]
class Haki {
constructor() {
this.nanoCore = new YoctoCoreAI();
this.body = new BioPhotonicShell();
this.visible = true;
}
cloakWithRefraction() {
// Target refractive index of air ≈ 1.0003
const targetIndex = 1.0003;
// Activate yoctobot swarm
this.nanoCore.deployYoctobots("skin", (cell) => {
cell.material.refractiveIndex = targetIndex;
cell.structure = "metamaterial";
// Align nanostructures to guide photons around body
cell.restructure((layer) => {
layer.curvePhotons("around");
layer.absorbScattering();
layer.emitZeroReflection();
});
});
this.visible = false;
console.log("Haki has cloaked himself via yocto-scale refractive bending.");
}
}
Error Handling:
if (environment.temperature > 5000) {
console.warn("Photon bending destabilized. Compensating with quantum lattice reinforcement...");
this.nanoCore.stabilize("yocto-phase-coherence");
}
Then a prompt appeared on the systems console as programmed:
[Haki has cloaked himself via yocto-scale refractive bending.]
Yocto-Scale Refractive Bending. Another perk of upgrading Scalar Physics to the Yocto scale.
There were two realms, for example, when a fly lands on a computer screen, it covers a desktop icon, right? Now the fly and the desktop Icon could be said to be in the same positon, but the fly or the icon was in a higher or lower realm—depending on perspective, they are—The hardware and software realms.
Currently, Haki was in a deeper layer of the space-time continuum, one where light couldn't see through. He stored the clone and the octahedral device.
Back at the lab—
Nyserith emerged from the Spatial Checkpoint unaware that just a few quantum layers away, hidden perfectly, Haki was there.
He currently watched, levitated cross-legged, a table at his front as he took a slow sip of coffee.