He quickly looked down at his hands and forearms. They were bigger. More muscular. Veins stood out faintly under tanned skin. He flexed his fingers—stronger grip, smoother motion.
He raised his arm, estimating. His height had increased too—noticeably taller than his real body.
He willed the store open and purchased a mirror with a thought. A full-length mirror materialized in front of him, floating in the white void.
He stepped closer and looked.
The reflection stared back—exactly as he had imagined. Sharp jawline. Broad shoulders. Defined arms. The face he had always wanted: handsome, intense, commanding. Hair slightly longer, styled the way he liked. Eyes brighter, almost glowing with inner fire.
But something was off.
A few body parts didn't look quite right—the shoulders were a little too wide, the waist not tapered enough, the legs slightly disproportionate. Minor flaws that stood out now that he saw them in the mirror.
He focused again. With careful thoughts, he adjusted—narrowed the shoulders just a touch, refined the waist, lengthened the legs a fraction, smoothed the transitions.
The reflection shifted in real time. Perfect.
He exhaled—though he wasn't sure if he needed to breathe here—and smiled at himself in the mirror.
This was him.
The new him.
In Eternal Ascendancy.
After he was satisfied with his new body, he began searching for clothes and accessories inside the store.
When he had first entered the white space, he was completely naked. Even after customizing his character, no clothes appeared—he had include them while visualization, but still it doesn't appear. Now, standing in his idealized form, he felt exposed in a way that was strangely embarrassing, even though no one else was here.
He moved toward the store section in the player window.
A vast catalog unfolded before him. Endless rows of items scrolled past: clothes of every style imaginable, furniture sets for customizing the lobby, accessories like watches and rings, tables, bookshelves, wall art… everything. It was overwhelming in its variety.
But one thing was noticeably missing.
No gun skins.
He frowned, scrolling back and forth just to be sure.
"Why isn't there any gun skins?" he muttered. "Have the developers decided to remove them completely? Well… no worry about that. I'm a pro even without gun skins."
He said the last line with a smug little smirk, flexing his new, muscular arms as if to prove a point.
The mirror he had bought earlier had only cost 1 point—a trivial amount.
He turned his attention back to the clothes section and began scrolling.
Scrolling.
Scrolling.
Scrolling.
The list didn't end. Five full minutes passed, and still more outfits kept appearing—modern streetwear, tactical gear, elegant suits, ancient robes, futuristic armor, casual hoodies, formal wear. Thousands upon thousands of options, each with subtle variations in color, material, and detail.
Then he noticed a small search bar tucked in the corner of the window.
He tapped it.
Three options appeared beneath:
- "Suitable Outfits for the player"
- "Customizable outfit for the player"
- "Generic outfits for the player"
He understood immediately.
He clicked the second option: "Customizable outfit for the player."
A new interface opened. It allowed him to design from scratch—colors, fabrics, cuts, patterns, even small enchantments like glowing edges or subtle particle effects. The cost to create a fully custom outfit was listed: 1000 points.
But below it, a note glowed softly:
"First customization is free."
He grinned.
He focused his thoughts again, picturing exactly what he wanted: a heavy black hooded cloak with jagged red runes glowing along the edges, layered over cracked obsidian-like armor plates that pulsed with faint crimson energy. Reinforced pauldrons, gauntlets with sharp, rune-etched edges, a belt of dark leather and metal buckles. The armor looked battle-worn yet unbreakable—dark, imposing, with subtle cracks radiating red light like veins of fire. Practical for combat, intimidating enough to make anyone hesitate. He added small details—a faint red glow that intensified when he moved, hidden compartments in the gauntlets, lightweight feel despite the heavy appearance.
When he finalized it, the outfit materialized around his character instantly. It fit perfectly, hugging his new physique like it had been tailored by hand.
He looked down, then back at the mirror.
Perfect.
Now he had his body and his clothes.
He began exploring the rest of the player window.
There were quests: play ranked matches to earn points, complete daily challenges, survive certain number of minutes, certain damage with specific weapons. All rewarded points.