"Seeing that the hole has disappeared, they do not feel any emotion whatsoever, and redirect their attention back to writing, as they finish and rush to the next page, they find that their Pen is not working properly.
'This can't be happening!' they exclaim in frustration, the Pen they got this time was a very special one, that could write as well as one of the best of its collections.
Even so they must contain their frustration, or the Pen might break, it's still too weak to hold their full speed, but after some time of writing, it could handle a whole lot.
In veiled frustration, they try to find out what's wrong, only to feel a miniscule wave, a bit annoying like the buzzing of a mosquito, travel through their body.
Not long after they find the source, it's from coming almost the same place as the Pen. They are sure that they might find the cause of their Pen's malfunctioning if they look into it!
Only to find a strange dot again, this one is even smaller than the hole.
The difference being that if that was a 'hole' in the paper, that could be ignored without much threat to the paper's integrity.
This one was strangely menacing, as if it would completely swallow the substance the Paper is made of. And it was growing...like an ink drop hiding a terrifying volume."
...
Black lines begin to appear, marking the Red World, and making a contrasting atmosphere.
They are still very far from the amount of Red scenery visible, like infinitely thin lines being scribbled on the Red surface of a cloth, creating lines that form the boundary between the Red Sky and Earth- the Horizon, that I am following.
Maybe it's because this Black feels like it has an inherent property to distinguish itself from others, I can see it, which means my attention is also entirely focused on it, the only thing different from Red.
With each step I take forward, the Black lines do not widen, but feel like they agree becoming darker. That's because-
Little by little, the Black lines are merging together, like they were never separated but a part whole.
As I witness this scene I can feel a connection forming inside me to some distant place, it's familiar, reminding me of the Red Space, and the Master of its previous form, Crimson Prison.
What's this? Is it because of the weird thing I said before, that I formed a connection with her?
Maybe my determination transformed into a connection? I guess I need to choose my words carefully when remaking my Existence next time, not that I plan to do this stunt again, maybe...
I mean I would thank her properly...if she were alive, is what I sarcasticly thought, but she is actually alive and is even existing? Is she one of those hidden overpoweredmonsters, or is this the normal level of this universe?
If it is the former- I just had to fall on herlap out of all the places?
Even the strongest state of my existence- that will I dare not use without sufficient AP
Got violated, and even contributed to her growth in some way.
As for the latter- Maybe I should join their ranks in that case, I don't know much but if they are so far above me, then I must remain as hidden and lowkey as possible, that too in their ranks! Who knows maybe they are the strongest force in here,
Well I doubt that's the case or I'll already be going through a Permanent Existence Erasure, with no way out.
I was just unlucky! That's right, let's go with that!
The connection between her and me is becoming more pronounced, totally unlike the negligible, but significant black lined Horizon, that might take forever to reach.
Hey System, what's going on?
The Black lines in the distance, now appear like they are just before me.
Upgrading the Dimensional Compass to Lvl 40 has unlocked additional features.
Like this- showing me how it would look like when I reached my destination in the future, and the time required-
It doesn't even fit in the System Screen!
An illusiory feeling, that cannot be described in colours or depth anymore appears, in it I can see words forming on a rectangular screen-
[Yes, Host. I have been tallying your doubts, out of the primary two, the first has been calculated, and a suitable method to lower the required time has been invented
Currently the System of Power -Passive Adaptation
is active at maximum capability.
All the Skills:
(Adaptive Tendency Lvl 50
Absolute Regeneration Lvl 50)
Have reached maximum Realm limit.
To break through this place, you can follow the earlier suggestions-
1 Either leave it to Time: [Estimated time-
(....^{...999^...999...99^...999...99}^{...999...99^...999...99})
-> (...999↑↑↑...↑↑↑...999)
Or upgrade to a New Realm!
Realm 2 Requirements:
Must create at least one Endlessly Evolving trait, independent of AP
Instructions: Using AP, you must create a Trait, compatible to your Primordial Physique, that can rapidly evolve without AP, with as much or greater speed.
Difficulty: Nigh-Impossible]
Right right the new one please, I have a feeling it's related to the Girl's connection with me.
[The third way to get out of this situation, is to use your connection with the NamelessProbability.]
She even got a Sick Title already. Damn, so how exactly- Wait
I try to feel the connection again, and can immediately tell what kind of Existence she chose to be, to survive the Dimensional Phaser.
[Yes, Host. There has been some disturbances in the System's 'program', after carefully decoding its source and nature, it is judged to be possible to escape this way]
Hah...What irony, the bitch who trapped me here is offering a way out?
Apparently, form the connection I feel, I can sort of understand the message that is being conveyed to me.
[New Function Created: Mail Box!
Messages:
From Nameless Probability:
"I can help you out, in return you must fulfill one request of mine" ]
Alright. I guess I'll owe her one, after this.
[To: Nameless Probability...]
...
"PTSD"