[Year: 200,000
Evolution Status: Progressing
Physical Status:
Void Integration: 15%
Mortal Limitations: Breaking
Shadow Essence: Awakening]
In the depths of the Time-Dilated Training Dimension, Kriel's existence was a mere whisper against the void. The King's voice, like a command from the abyss, echoed through the darkness. "The void is not just power; it is potential. Infinite possibility waiting to be shaped."
Kriel stood amidst a sea of writhing shadows, his young body now marked with pulsing void patterns. His eyes, once human, had become pools of swirling darkness, reflecting the chaos within. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and rebirth, a constant reminder of the transformations he was undergoing.
"Watch," the King commanded, manifesting a sphere of pure nothingness. "This is what lies beyond mere void manipulation."
The sphere expanded, revealing images of warriors wreathed in living darkness, their forms blending with shadows themselves. Each movement they made bent reality, each strike carried the weight of primal chaos. These were the first shadow warriors, beings of legend who had mastered the void before the dawn of civilization.
"These were the pioneers of true power," the King explained, his voice dripping with ancient wisdom. "They understood that embracing the void was not just wielding it, but becoming one with it."
Kriel's training intensified. No longer was he simply learning to channel void energy; now he had to become one with it. Hours turned into eons as he dissolved his physical form into pure shadow, reforming from darkness itself. Each transformation was a crucible of pain and evolution, a testament to his unyielding will.
"You must let go of your humanity," the King warned, his voice cold and unforgiving. "It is a weakness, a chain that binds you to the mundane."
"I am ready," Kriel replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will transcend."
[Year: 250,000
Abilities Awakening:
- Shadow Materialization -The ability to create or manipulate shadows to form physical objects or structures.
- Void Step -The power to move through or teleport using void energy, allowing him to traverse space in unconventional ways.
- Reality Shred -The capability to tear through reality itself, creating breaches or distortions in space.
Deaths Transcended: Uncountable]
"Your body remembers," the King observed as Kriel phased through solid matter, his form flickering between physical and void. "The patterns of what we once were."
The trials grew more extreme. Fighting in dimensions where light had never existed, Kriel learned to navigate by the echoes of his own screams. Learning to reform his body after being scattered across multiple realities, he understood that pain was just another form of evolution.
In one trial, Kriel was torn apart by shadowy tendrils, his limbs ripped from his body and scattered across different planes of existence. Yet, he reformed, his consciousness weaving back together like a tapestry of darkness.
"Reassemble yourself," the King commanded, his voice a cold whisper in Kriel's mind. "From the shadows, from the void, from the very essence of chaos."
Kriel's form coalesced, his body reforming from the darkness. Each limb reattached with a scream of agony, yet he stood taller, his power growing with each resurrection.
"You are becoming what you were meant to be," the King said, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and cruelty. "A being of pure chaos."
[Year: 500,000
Shadow Mastery: Progressing
Void Integration: 43%
Form: Increasingly Fluid]
"Tell me," the King asked during a moment between deaths, "what do you see when you look at reality now?"
Kriel's response came as his body reconstructed itself from scattered void essence. "Chains. Beautiful, orderly chains. The System's perfect prison."
"And beyond those chains?" the King pressed, his voice laced with curiosity.
"Freedom." Kriel's form rippled with dark power. "Chaos. Truth."
The training evolved. Now he fought against shadows of ancient warriors, each battle teaching him techniques that predated civilization itself. His body broke and reformed countless times, each resurrection bringing him closer to something beyond mortal understanding.
In one battle, Kriel faced a shadow warrior who wielded reality itself as a weapon. The warrior created illusions of Kriel's past, of the one he had lost, and of futures he would never see. But Kriel shattered these illusions, his void-enhanced powers tearing through the fabric of reality.
"You are a monster," the shadow warrior spat, moments before Kriel's darkness consumed him.
"I am the future...Your King in the making," Kriel replied, his voice devoid of emotion.
[Year: 750,000
Combat Level: Transcending Measurement
Shadow Arts: Advanced
Reality Perception: Expanding]
"You begin to understand," the King noted as Kriel shattered a pocket dimension with a single void-enhanced strike. "Power isn't granted. It's remembered."
The final centuries of this phase focused on the deeper mysteries. Learning to read the void patterns that existed beneath reality, Kriel understood how to weave shadows into weapons that could cut through System laws themselves.
In a trial of endurance, Kriel was placed in a realm where time had no meaning. He fought against an endless horde of shadow creatures, each battle lasting an eternity. Yet, with each victory, his power grew, his form becoming more fluid, more shadowy.
"You are becoming a god," the King whispered, his voice echoing through the void. "But gods are not invincible. They are merely more powerful."
[Year: 1,000,000
Phase 2 Complete
Evolution: Accelerating
Warning: Humanity Fading]
Standing in the endless dark, Kriel barely resembled his former self. Shadow and void had become one with his being, his very existence an affront to System order.
"You've taken the first true steps," the King's form expanded, filling the training dimension with ancient presence. "But becoming Chaos Born requires more than power. Next, we break the chains of your mind itself."
Kriel smiled, void energy writhing around him like living darkness. "How much worse can it fucking get?"
The King's response was a laugh that shook reality. "Oh, young one. We haven't even started the hard part yet."
As the King spoke, the dimension around them began to distort, revealing glimpses of the trials to come. Kriel saw visions of himself being torn apart by his own sanity, of his mind shattered by the weight of his own power.
"Are you prepared to face the true horror of your own potential?" the King asked, his voice a challenge in the darkness.
Kriel's response was a scream of anticipation, his form blurring as he charged forward into the unknown.
"You will break," the King warned, his voice fading into the void. "But from those pieces, you will rise anew....but this will be nothing compared what destiny as in store for u"
[Chapter End
Reality Stability: Further Degrading
Evolution: Continuing
The Void Deepens...]