[Ding! Consciousness Restored!]
[Warning! You must maintain your spirit form and be cautious of spiritual attacks.]
I felt as if an immense weight was pressing down on me. A dense mist surrounded me, severely restricting my vision.
My field of view had turned red. As if the mist wasn't already disorienting enough, I also had to deal with the oppressive pressure bearing down on me.
Slowly, I pushed myself up and began examining my surroundings. Even staying on my knees was difficult, and I collapsed multiple times.
Yet, I kept trying to stand. When I finally managed to straighten my posture completely, I realized that I was at least half a meter taller than usual.
Feeling the change in my height, I looked down at my legs and arms. I was wearing a robe covered in scales, which wrapped around my entire body.
My legs were significantly more muscular than before, but my feet no longer resembled those of a human. My fingers and arms had also elongated.
My fingers and toes were much thinner compared to my previous form—almost ghostly in appearance.
Although I couldn't see my face, I could feel that my ears and hair were different from before.
And that wasn't all. I could feel a surge of power running through my body—stronger than ever.
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[Warning! The Spirit World cannot be compared to normal universes! The power here cannot be measured by conventional teachings or potential!]
What did that mean? Were there multiple universes? The existence of multiple universes wouldn't be surprising. After all, I already had countless memories in my mind.
[Warning! The system has a multi-dimensional structure. Its existence is directly linked to you and your spiritual energy. The system's power can only exist through your spiritual energy!]
Did this mean that my Spirit Power was the system?
[Warning! There may be entities within the Spirit World that, like you, have formed a 'different personality' through spiritual power!]
The Spirit World was still incredibly confusing to me. Where did the system's knowledge come from? Could it extract such information purely from the memories in my mind?
However, there was still one unanswered question: Where did the craftsmanship and mastery I had obtained come from?
Even if I couldn't fully grasp how the system functioned, I had a feeling that it contained a fragment of my identity.
I took a few steps and started mapping out the area I was in. I designated a small region for myself.
The vegetation around me was quite sparse—mostly shrubs and small trees, but there were also towering, ancient ones.
I wasn't particularly knowledgeable about plants, but I could tell that the flora here wasn't ordinary. It felt as if a unique presence was nourishing them.
Just as I was about to stay within my designated area, I noticed the mist slowly starting to dissipate.
I couldn't understand why the mist was vanishing. There were too many unknowns. Even the system didn't seem to have enough information about the Spirit World.
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[Ding! Information about the Spirit World is constantly shifting. Providing stable knowledge is impossible. No fixed rule or law governs this realm. The Spirit World's form can be altered by the entities within it.]
Perhaps the system wasn't inadequate—the Spirit World was simply too complex. "It can be altered by the entities within it!" That phrase intrigued me.
This forest might belong to a powerful being within the Spirit World.
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SHHUHHHNNGGGG
A deafening sound rang out, and the ground beneath me trembled. Suddenly, the sharp scent of blood invaded my nostrils.
As I tried to locate the source of the smell, I saw a radiant object in the sky. At that moment, a strange feeling welled up inside me—an unexplainable emotion...
Then, within my field of vision, a strange metallic beast appeared. The angel in the sky and the monster were locked in battle.
The creature resembled a human—an infected, metallic human. Its face, head, and most of its body looked like they were forged from a metallic alloy.
The angel in the sky radiated a brilliant light. Even with my current eyes, I couldn't see her clearly. Her face shone like a source of pure illumination.
With every attack the angel launched, the metallic beast retaliated with equal intensity. At that moment, I tried using Supervisor and Aura Mastery…
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[Warning! It is impossible to comprehend entities of this level.]
SHHUHHHNNGGGG
As expected, I couldn't gauge their strength…
If they were as powerful as I suspected, it was impossible that they hadn't noticed me. So why were they ignoring me?
Furthermore, if there were other beings in this realm capable of sensing their battle, why were they making themselves so visible?
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SHHUHHHNNGGGG
That same piercing, metallic noise echoed once more. Despite the fierce battle, both sides fought with undiminished intensity. Their attacks created shockwaves time and time again.
But suddenly, the creature was torn apart—without any visible attack.
Was this what the system meant by "maintaining spiritual form"?
Did it die because its spiritual energy was depleted? And if so, how many of those attacks could I endure? Could I even survive in a battle like that?
Just then, the angel in the sky began walking toward me. The armor covering her body gleamed like the sun. Her wings and presence grew even more awe-inspiring as she approached.
As she drew closer, the white color of her clothing started to fade, turning black. No longer radiating light, her face now appeared like an abyss—a void of endless darkness.
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"Greetings to the noble angel of the skies!"
Her movements revealed that she was fundamentally different from the metallic creature. This difference was consciousness. Her attacks were strategic, exploiting weaknesses.
In contrast, the creature's attacks had no apparent plan. It simply struck blindly from where it stood.
After my words, she stopped and removed the power that had obscured her face. Her white hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Her turquoise eyes and the noble aura she exuded could not be described by mere words. Her beauty left me speechless.
It felt as if a small butterfly inside me had taken flight—heading toward her. My eyes trembled as she drew nearer.
Was I afraid? Was I intimidated by her power? No, I felt strong enough to fear neither death nor anything else.
Then what was this feeling? Something neither Jian nor Noah had ever experienced, something even I did not understand...
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"Do you remember your name?"
With eyes full of light, she asked me a question.
Her beauty wasn't limited to her face. Her voice, her gaze, and her every movement were utterly extraordinary.