[Time-Dilated Training Dimension
Current Progress: Year 1
Physical Reconstruction Beginning]
The Shattering of Innocence
The first strike was akin to a cataclysm, shattering every bone in Kriel's twelve-year-old form. His body crumpled against the raw manifestation of void power, his screams echoing through the void as his flesh was torn apart and reassembled. The King's voice was a cold command, devoid of mercy.
"Get up, Kriel," the King ordered, his voice like a crack of thunder in the darkness. "Your body must learn to channel void energy at the cellular level. Every break, every reform, brings you closer to transcendence."
[Status Update:
Pain Tolerance: Evolving
Cellular Void Integration: 0.001%
Reformations: 1]
Kriel dragged himself up, black blood dripping from his mouth like a macabre waterfall. His eyes, once bright with innocence, now dimly reflected the horror he endured.
"Again," he growled, void energy flickering weakly around him. His voice was barely audible over the sound of his own bones cracking and reforming.
The Void's Cruel Lessons
Each day brought new agonies. Kriel's bones shattered and reformed, his skin stretching to accommodate the void energy coursing through him. His mind expanded, embracing the madness that came with understanding the void's secrets.
"Lesson one: The Void Art of Unmaking," the King declared, his form shifting into a being of pure darkness that seemed to swallow the light around it. "You must learn to unmake yourself, to break down your own existence and rebuild it anew."
[Year 50000:
Reformations: 10,467
Void Integration: 3%
Body Reconstruction: Ongoing]
"Your mortal form resists evolution," the King observed as Kriel channeled void energy through reformed limbs. "It clings to System limitations. We must break those chains."
The training ground shifted constantly—sometimes they fought in absolute darkness, sometimes in spaces where physics didn't exist. Gravity could multiply by thousands in an instant, or reality could twist until the very concept of pain became a distant memory.
"Feel the weight of your own mortality," the King commanded, his voice echoing through the void. "Let it crush you, and then rise from the ashes."
The Breaking of Mortal Chains
Kriel's body was a canvas of pain, each new lesson etched into his flesh like a macabre art piece. His mind was a battleground, as he learned to perceive reality through increasingly alien perspectives.
"Do you know why the System fears us?" the King asked as Kriel reconstructed his shattered consciousness. "Not because we represent chaos. But because we remember what existence was before it was chained."
[Year 75000:
Void Arts Mastered:
- Basic Unmaking
- Reality Tension
- Pain Transcendence
Evolution Progress: Minimal]
The Descent into Madness
Each lesson went beyond physical combat. The King forced Kriel to understand the mathematics of chaos, the geometry of void spaces, the poetry of entropy. His mind expanded as his body broke, learning to perceive reality through increasingly alien perspectives.
"You are not just a warrior, Kriel," the King taught. "You are a sculptor of reality. Learn to shape the void to your will."
[Year 100000:
Final Assessment Phase 1
Void Entity Rank: Awakening
Understanding: Expanding]
The First True Hit
The hundred thousandth year ended with Kriel finally landing his first true hit on one of the King's constructs. The achievement cost him both arms and most of his internal organs, but his laugh echoed through the void dimension—a sound that was both triumphant and terrifying.
"Ready for the real training to begin?" the King's form loomed larger, his presence filling the void with an unspeakable horror. "What you've experienced so far was merely preparing your vessel to survive what comes next."
Kriel spat out a mouthful of void-corrupted blood, his eyes blazing with determination. "Then break me," he growled, void energy now flowing smoothly through his reconstructed form. Dark patterns swirled beneath his skin, marking the beginning of his evolution. "Break me until nothing mortal remains."
The King's response was to summon constructs that would have given the mightiest System warriors nightmares. "As you wish," he said, his voice dripping with malevolence.
[Phase 1 Complete:
Body: Partially Transcendent
Mind: Expanding
Soul: Beginning Evolution
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The darkness around them seemed to chuckle, a sound that was both ominous and foreboding. "Careful what you wish for, young inheritor. The path to becoming Chaos Born has broken entities far older and stronger than you."
Kriel's response was a silent vow to embrace this madness, to dive deeper into the abyss and emerge as something truly terrifying. The void seemed to whisper its approval, its darkness swirling around him like a cloak.
The Brutal Training Continues
As Kriel delved deeper into the mysteries of the void, his connection to reality grew tenuous. His mind was a maelstrom of conflicting desires—power, transcendence, and the insatiable hunger to embrace the chaos that lay at the heart of existence.
The King's teachings became more esoteric, delving into the realms of cosmic horror and the eldritch secrets that lay beyond the veil of sanity. Kriel's body was a canvas of mutations, each new transformation pushing him further away from his humanity.
In this abyssal descent, Kriel found himself confronting entities that defied comprehension—beings of pure energy, creatures born from the madness that lurked in the void. Each battle was a lesson in survival, a test of his resolve to transcend the limitations of his mortal form.
The Price of Power
With each step into the void, Kriel felt his soul evolving, becoming something that was no longer bound by the chains of morality or ethics. His actions were guided by a singular desire—to become the embodiment of chaos, to wield the void as a weapon against the System that sought to cage infinity.
The cost was steep. His memories of humanity grew distant, replaced by an endless hunger for power and a deepening connection to the void. His form became a shadow of its former self, a being of living darkness that inspired terror in those who dared to confront him.
Yet, in this darkness, Kriel found a strange sense of freedom. He was no longer bound by the rules of the System or the limitations of his mortal form. He was becoming something more, something that would challenge the very fabric of reality.
The Path Forward
As Kriel emerged from the two hundred thousandth year, he was met with a new challenge—a trial that would push him beyond the limits of his current form. The King's words echoed in his mind: "The path to becoming Chaos Born is not for the faint of heart. It requires sacrifice, not just of flesh, but of what makes you human."
Kriel's response was a silent vow to embrace this madness, to dive deeper into the abyss and emerge as something truly terrifying. The void seemed to whisper its approval, its darkness swirling around him like a cloak.
In this endless expanse of shadow and chaos, Kriel found his true home. He was no longer a mortal; he was a vessel for the void, a being destined to reshape reality in his image.
The journey ahead would be fraught with peril, but Kriel was ready. For in the depths of the void, he had discovered a truth that would guide him forward: true power lies not in transcending one's limitations, but in embracing the abyss that lies within.
[Chapter End
Reality Stability: Unstable
Evolution: Accelerating
The Void Beckons...]