The night air over Istanbul was heavy with expectation. The city's lights glimmered like distant stars, but inside the Aybeyli estate, a different kind of storm was brewing.
Emrah sat in the study, cane resting against his chair. Beside him, the system hummed quietly, monitoring his vitals and focus. Across the room, Future Emrah leaned back in his chair, the living revolver resting loosely in his hands, eyes cold, calculating.
"I'd rather go tomorrow," Emrah said finally. "Morning. Everything feels… clearer in the daylight."
Future Emrah's eyes softened just slightly. "Fine. Morning it is."
Emrah shifted, curiosity breaking through his nerves. "Tell me… how did I even get a system? What was in that chocolate?"
Future Emrah's gaze darkened, thoughtful. "It's something amazing. The original chocolate… it had a mysterious element. I never figured it out completely. But I do know this—it wasn't of this world. And I believe that element… that's what gave us the system."
Emrah swallowed, the weight of the revelation settling over him. "So everything… all of this… comes from a chocolate bar?"
"Not just a chocolate bar," Future Emrah said quietly. "Something far beyond human understanding."
The system hummed again, soft and patient, as if acknowledging the truth but keeping its secrets just out of reach.
Future Emrah leaned forward, the revolver resting lightly in his lap. "The chocolate," he began, voice measured, "was man-made. A lab creation, yes—but the combination of its compounds… it merged in a way that created something entirely out of this world."
Emrah frowned. "Something out of this world… like the system?"
"Yes," Future Emrah said. "But here's the thing—anyone else who eats the chocolate doesn't get a system. They gain a power, sure, but it's attuned to their own nature and genetics. Completely random. Chaotic."
"Why not them?" Emrah asked.
Future Emrah's gaze hardened. "Because they don't have the mysterious element. That singular anomaly inside the chocolate is what makes the system possible. Without it… they're limited. You and I—Subject Infinity—have it. That's why the system chose us. That's why it obeys only us."
Emrah leaned back, processing. "So… the power isn't the chocolate itself. It's what's hidden inside it… and me."
Future Emrah nodded slowly. "Exactly. And that… is why what we do next matters more than you can imagine. This isn't just about survival. This is about becoming the apex of what the system can make us."
The system hummed softly, as if affirming the weight of those words, its presence now feeling almost… sentient.
The next morning, sunlight spilled across the Aybeyli estate in golden streaks, cutting through the lingering shadows of night. Emrah stood by the balcony, cane in hand, though his gait was more habit than necessity. Future Emrah leaned against the doorway, the living revolver cradled in his hands, silently observing.
"Are you ready?" Emrah asked, voice steady but carrying the weight of anticipation.
Future Emrah's eyes glimmered. "More than ever. But remember… this isn't a stroll through history. The Infinity Blade doesn't care if you survive—it tests your intent."
Emrah nodded, focusing inward. He closed his eyes, feeling the system hum inside him. Time manipulation, teleportation, cognitive vision—all synced perfectly. He could feel the latent powers, the passive abilities waiting for their triggers. Everything aligned.
"Then let's move," he said.
The world seemed to still for a fraction of a heartbeat as Emrah activated his powers. A faint ripple ran along the air around him—the telltale signature of chrono manipulation. With a swift gesture, he teleported the two of them across continents. One moment, they were in Istanbul; the next, the ruins of Naqsh-e Rostam stretched before them, carved into the cliffs of ancient Persia, silent and eternal.
The tombs of kings loomed overhead, each stone etched with the history of empires long past. The system whispered softly in Emrah's mind:
Objective: Infinity Blade located within royal tomb. Judgment will occur upon entry.
Future Emrah's gaze swept over the site. "This place has seen millennia. Every ruler who tried to claim the blade failed. Some never returned."
Emrah tightened his grip on the cane. "Then I'll be the first who succeeds."
The air grew heavier as they approached the sealed entrance, hieroglyphs and Achaemenid sigils glowing faintly as the system confirmed Emrah's presence.
Subject Infinity detected. Access granted.
Future Emrah's eyes narrowed. "Remember… it will test everything about you—your mind, your resolve, your essence. One wrong thought, one hesitation, and it will deny you."
Emrah exhaled slowly, feeling the pulse of power within him quicken. The Infinity Blade awaited. The system's hum intensified.
Judgment commencing.
And in that moment, the weight of eternity pressed down on him. The true test had begun.
The tomb seemed to fold in on itself. Shadows elongated and twisted as if the walls themselves were alive, leaning in to witness what was about to happen. The Infinity Blade's pulse grew rapid, resonating in both Emrahs' hands, vibrating with a frequency that spoke directly to their souls.
Judgment initiated… the system's voice echoed in Emrah's mind.
The God of Time's presence enveloped them like a storm of liquid light, faceless eyes penetrating every thought, every desire, every hidden intention.
"Show me your worth," it intoned, the voice neither loud nor soft, but felt deep in the marrow. "What drives you? What do you seek? What are you willing to sacrifice?"
Emrah felt a weight pressing on his chest. Every memory of his life, every hardship, every secret desire, every hidden fear—the blade seemed to see all. It tested him not through questions, but through visions:
He saw himself alone, paralyzed, abandoned by time, his family grieving.
He saw Efsun and Efsane, lives intertwined with his, waiting for a future that might never come.
He saw the rival families, the world, collapsing into chaos without him to guide it.
The Blade's pulse became almost unbearable. It probed deeper, forcing him to confront his true desires.
Do you seek power?
Emrah's mind screamed: "No… peace, survival, protection… for them, for my family, for the future."
Do you seek immortality?
"I… I seek to live, yes—but not for vanity. To protect, to learn, to correct what would be broken."
Do you seek to rule?
"No," he whispered, voice steady despite the overwhelming force pressing on him. "I seek to live as I am… to forge a future worthy of those I love."
The God of Time pulsed around him, the air vibrating with unspoken judgment. Time slowed, accelerated, and twisted, the tomb dissolving into streams of light and shadow. The Infinity Blade began to glow brighter, resonating only with Emrah's presence.
Future Emrah's hand tightened slightly on his revolver, but he didn't reach for the Blade. He understood. He had already lived through this trial; he knew what the Blade sought.
The light intensified. A voice—deep, commanding, yet intimate—echoed inside Emrah's mind:
Chosen. Worthy. Intent pure. Mastership granted.
The Infinity Blade's form solidified. Where it had been ever-shifting, it now held the shape of a magnificent, impossibly perfect sword, sleek yet infinitely adaptive. Its energy coursed through Emrah, intertwining with the system, merging with the mark of Infinity already in him.
Emrah felt a surge unlike anything he had ever known. His body tingled, every fiber of him resonating with the Blade, the system, the latent energy he had only begun to understand. The power was immense, but controlled—responsive to his will, his mind, his heart.
The God of Time's presence receded slightly, as if approving the decision. A single statement lingered in Emrah's mind:
King's awakening is near.
Future Emrah's eyes gleamed with a mixture of relief and respect. "It has chosen you," he said quietly. "Not me. Not the survival-driven version of me. You. This… this is the true Subject Infinity."
Emrah lowered the Blade, its hum now a constant, comforting presence in his hands. "Then… my journey begins," he whispered.
The system chimed softly, almost reverently:
Infinity Blade acquired. System fully integrated. Subject Infinity: Mastership confirmed. King's awakening imminent.
For the first time in his life, Emrah understood the weight of his destiny—not as a son, not as a student, not as a protector of a fragile peace—but as a true king, a force capable of shaping the world across time and space.
And somewhere, in the silent threads beyond reality, the God of Time observed… waiting for the next step.
As the air around him settled, Emrah blinked, and suddenly he was back in his room, the familiar walls of the Aybeyli estate greeting him.
A voice called from downstairs, calm but tinged with worry:
"Emrah? Are you okay? Calm down, here."
He froze. Footsteps approached, steady and deliberate, echoing across the floors.
"Look who's here to see you," the voice continued—Future Emrah's calm presence filled the room.
Before Emrah could react, his older self handed him the Infinity Gun, its surface shifting subtly, alive. "I'll go and find the other gun in this timeline. I don't want you to face the same hardships I did, just for a weapon," Future Emrah said, his eyes locking with Emrah's.
And just like that, in a shimmer of displaced time, he vanished.
Emrah's heartbeat quickened. In his hands, he now held two of the most dangerous weapons in existence: the Infinity Gun and the newly acquired Infinity Blade.
Footsteps drew nearer, closer. The hallway light reflected off the metallic sheen of the Blade, and Emrah's mind raced. He needed to hide them. Fast.
The door to his room creaked slightly as the approaching figure drew nearer.
Emrah is alone, armed with two unparalleled weapons, with footsteps closing in, and time running just a little too fast around him. what will he do next?