CHAPTER 4 (SEALED POWER'S )
As the transformation completed, a strange sensation overtook him. A weight—unfamiliar yet unmistakable—settled upon his body. His strength, once boundless, felt limited. The infinite power of Niratis, the force that could shape existence itself, was slipping from his grasp.
Alarmed, he tried to summon his abilities—tried to bend space, erase matter, rewrite reality. But nothing happened.
A sudden wave of weakness surged through him, and for the first time in 7,531 years, he staggered. His breath came heavier than it should have, his heartbeat loud in his ears. He clenched his fists, trying to call upon his strength, but no overwhelming force answered him.
His power was sealed.
The realization sent a cold shock through his mind.
"Is this… the cost?"
He had rewritten himself, forcing his existence into a human form—a body that was naturally weak, fragile, and unable to contain the divinity he once wielded. The sheer scale of Niratis was too vast, too overwhelming for this new vessel.
It wasn't gone. He could feel it—dormant, buried deep within his soul, waiting. But until his body could withstand it, until he grew strong enough once more… he was powerless.
For the first time since leaving Purgatory, he was truly vulnerable.
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
"Of course. Nothing comes without a price."
But despite the loss, despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, he didn't regret it. He looked up at the sky—the vast, open sky—and felt something deeper than power. Freedom.
Even without his abilities, even as a weak human in a world full of gods, monsters, and beings far beyond his current self…
He would rise again.
This was not the end.
It was a new beginning.
As the weight of his newfound humanity settled upon him, he felt a subtle shift deep within his soul. The overwhelming force of Niratis, the power that had once allowed him to reshape reality, was no longer accessible. Yet, something remained.
A faint glow pulsed within his core—a remnant of his lost divinity. It wasn't destruction or creation. It wasn't the power to bend space or erase existence.
It was something simpler. More delicate.
A Unique Skill: [Crafter].
The moment he realized its presence, knowledge flowed into his mind. Unlike the boundless might of Niratis, this ability did not allow him to rewrite reality itself. Instead, it granted him something more grounded—the power to shape, construct, and refine.
Unique Skill: [Crafter]
"Even without divinity, the hands of a creator remain capable."
#Abilities of [Crafter]:
1.Material Mastery – The ability to understand the composition and structure of materials, allowing the user to shape, forge, and combine them with extreme precision.
2.Blueprint Vision – Instinctively creates mental blueprints of objects, weapons, and even magical artifacts, allowing for perfect reconstruction or enhancement.
3.Adaptive Crafting – Any tool, weapon, or armor crafted by the user gradually improves with use, evolving beyond its original form over time.
4.Essence Infusion – Can imbue crafted objects with traces of his former power, enhancing their durability, sharpness, or special effects. However, the infusion is limited until his full strength returns.
He clenched his fists, his mind racing. He had lost his godlike abilities. His reality-breaking skill had devolved into something far weaker.
And yet…
A small smile tugged at his lips.
"So even after losing everything… I can still create."
He wasn't a god anymore. He wasn't an all-powerful demon lord or a being beyond existence. But this skill—this new beginning—was proof that his path wasn't over.
If he couldn't wield destruction and creation as before, he would forge something new. If he couldn't tear apart the world with power, he would shape it with his own two hands.
His journey was far from over.
And with this skill, he would rise again. One creation at a time.