Jallen stared into the void, his thoughts swirling. Manifestation? A power to bring thoughts into reality? His mind raced with a bold idea.
He still didn't know where he was, nor did he fully understand the world he had landed in. But if this power truly allowed him to manifest anything he could imagine, then perhaps…
Could he create a body for himself?
The idea struck him like lightning. "If ancient legends speak of gods crafting humans, why can't I create my own body?" he mused. "I'll give birth to myself!"
Jallen closed his eyes, letting his imagination take over. The first priority: handsomeness.
"Ahem, but being simply handsome might be a bit… shallow," he muttered. "I need depth, layers, something unique."
He refined the image in his mind—a face that blended charm and mystery. His appearance would balance beauty and handsomeness, with a touch of youthful cuteness and a hint of elegance.
The vision became clearer: a young man with snow-white hair, delicate features, and a slightly boyish charm. His outfit? A blend of whites, grays, and light blues, exuding a serene yet commanding presence.
"Perfect!" he thought. "Face, physique, clothing—it's all set!"
But then he paused, sensing something missing. "Strength," he realized. "This body is too fragile. In a world like this, power is essential."
He recalled the meteorite crater surrounding him—an ominous reminder of potential threats. Jallen needed strength that could protect him from whatever dangers lay ahead.
"Well then," he decided with determination, "let's aim high. Strength like Morax—the Geo Archon—should do the trick!"
With the details of his new body finalized in his mind, Jallen prepared to manifest it.
"Materialize!"
Pain surged through him, a sharp, tearing sensation as his power poured into the process. White mist swirled and condensed, gradually shaping into a solid form, like a sculpture emerging from marble.
The pain was overwhelming. Jallen gritted his teeth, wondering if he had damaged his very core by expending too much energy. He had no frame of reference for what was normal in this process—only the searing agony that threatened to overwhelm him.
Finally, a figure began to take shape in the mist. A youthful body, complete with his imagined appearance, stood before him. At the last moment, Jallen's consciousness wavered.
"I've overdrawn my strength… I'm… so tired…"
As he drifted into unconsciousness, the crystalline core of his manifested power—a hexagonal gem—floated toward his chest, sinking into the heart of his new body.
Jallen collapsed, his newly formed body lying motionless at the center of the crater.
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The vast meteorite crater stretched across the wilderness, a scar in the earth left by a celestial event. The ground still radiated an eerie energy from the impact.
High above, a golden light descended.
Morax, the Geo Archon, had been passing by when he sensed an unfamiliar presence—an energy similar to his own. Intrigued, he traced the source to this abyss.
"Disperse."
With a wave of his hand, the lingering mist in the crater parted, revealing the figure of a young man lying unconscious on the ground. Morax's sharp eyes immediately recognized the aura of a demon god emanating from the boy.
Approaching cautiously, Morax examined the youth. "His origin is damaged…"
Two possibilities crossed his mind: either the boy had been attacked, or he had recklessly overdrawn his own power. Given the lack of signs of battle, the latter seemed more likely.
"A reckless demon god indeed," Morax murmured. "Does he not realize how dangerous it is to overdraw one's origin, especially in a place like this?"
Despite his mild criticism, Morax felt a sense of responsibility. He couldn't simply leave the boy in such a vulnerable state. Kneeling beside him, Morax raised a hand, golden light pooling in his palm.
The light flowed into the boy's body, replenishing some of the power he had lost. Though Morax couldn't repair the boy's origin—such a task required the individual's own strength to heal—he could at least stabilize him.
As the light faded, Morax studied the boy's face. "I've done what I can," he said softly. "The rest is up to you."
With that, the Geo Archon stood, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned around. The wilderness was no place for an unguarded demon god, but Morax trusted that fate would guide the boy's next steps.
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