The mont contact was made, a violent shock ran through him.
His body convulsed, but he didn’t pull away.
Then, a notification blood in front of him.
They were glowing text delivered directly by the System itself.
But Naless Death didn’t bother reading it.
Instead, he poured his Darkness into the cube.
"Devour," he muttered.
The Darkness writhed around his fingers, trying to consu the surface.
And then, nothing.
"...Huh?"
His eyes narrowed.
His Darkness was just... sliding off the cube.
No matter how much power he poured in, it wouldn’t stick.
It couldn’t bite into it.
He tried again, more forcefully this ti.
Still nothing.
The cube was unassailable.
A structure so complete and absolute, not even his True Darkness could scratch it.
Naless Death grit his teeth.
He didn’t have much ti.
He could already feel sothing tugging at his Existence, and trying to eject him from this place.
He activated Darkness Firmant. Then he layered True Darkness over it.
The two powers fused and surged forward, spiraling together as they struck the cube.
There was resistance, then sothing gave in.
Just barely.
A chip, smaller than the tiniest particle, broke, and he could devour it.
Naless Death focused, ready to press the advantage, but that’s when the space shifted.
A presence moved.
Slowly, but unmistakably, the chained silhouette turned its head.
Its eyes—if they could even be called that—opened.
And locked onto Naless Death.
He couldn’t breathe.
A weight crushed his chest as the space around him began to collapse inward.
The thread he’d followed, the lines around him, the cube—
"Huff! Huff...!"
He gasped for breath. He woke up in the forge.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his robe was drenched in sweat.
Leonora looked at him. "An hour."
"Huh?"
She frowned. "It’s been an hour since you started ditating."
Naless Death blinked, his heart still racing.
That sentence— "An Hour"—she had already said it. Exactly like that.
He stared at her.
"Why are you telling that?"
"You just asked how long you’ve been ditating. I told you. An hour."
His gaze sharpened.
No, he hadn’t asked her anything, not now.
That had happened earlier.
’Ti turned back,’ he thought, stunned. ’But why? And by who?’
He quickly checked his Intent of Existence.
It was intact.
He hadn’t even started devouring it yet.
It confird his suspicion.
Sothing—or soone—had rewound ti.
But who did it?
The chained being?
Why?
’Did he do it because I had damaged the Universal Codex System.’
Naless Death tried to re-enter that strange space, focusing on the thread of information (connection of Universal Codex System) that had led him there.
Nothing.
His Darkness couldn’t even find the entrance this ti.
"...dammit."
He sat back, staring at his palm.
There was no use forcing it.
’If I can’t return... I’ll focus on what I gained.’
He might not have managed to devour the entire cube, but the tiny piece he’d chipped away gave him more than enough.
The structure of the Path of Achievent... the logic behind it... he now understood how it worked.
It was built on one thing: Faith.
Every ti soone witnessed an act that defied expectations, sothing they truly believed deserved recognition, their belief ford a thread.
That thread turned into Faith.
And that Faith beca the foundation of a Title.
Depending on what people saw you as, the Faith they gave was different.
The One Who Stood Against All Odds.
The One Who Never Fell.
The Undefeated.
Each title was a reflection of how others perceived you.
The more people believed in a particular version of you, the stronger your Path of Achievent beca.
The more power you drew from it.
Naless Death clenched his fist slowly, absorbing the information.
’This is absurd.’
’Cole’s Path is no joke.’
If the Path of Achievent depended on others having Faith in him, how did people even see what he did?
How did strangers know he’d accomplished anything at all?
To believe in him, they needed to witness his actions.
But most of the ti, no one was around.
So how did it work?
"Oh,"
The final part of the revelation suddenly clicked into place.
The ones who observed everything weren’t people.
They were [Elentals].
"So that’s how it is..."
Elentals were everywhere.
Invisible to most. Silent observers. They were present in everything.
They existed in the fla that danced on a torch, in the breeze that passed unnoticed, in the ripples of water and the weight of earth.
They saw everything.
They watched.
And they rembered.
Their records beca the foundation of Faith.
It made sense now.
Elentals weren’t just mindless spirits or wandering forces of nature.
They were the Supre’s eyes.
Each Elental had its own mind despite being a hive with Supre.
The Path of Achievent was a power that worked on Faith. Clearly, it wasn’t natural to this world.
’That guy really made sothing absurd.’
Gaining power just because others acknowledged you was shocking.
Cole was certainly a genius to be able to co up with such an idea, and being to create it.
Naless Death had the perfect place to use the power of [Faith] in his own Path.
’Faith of many makes a God,’ Naless Death thought.
He smiled.
Finally, he knew how Path of Achievents worked.
’Now, the next step.’
Creating a Path wasn’t simple.
Naless Death had to build the foundation piece by piece.
’It’s ti I devour the Abyss Mirror.’
Abyss Mirror was powerful.
It could scan techniques—whether magic, martial, or hybrid—and allow you to copy them.
If those techniques were mastered fully, they could also be ranked up.
Naless Death had long been interested in integrating that ability into his own Path.
His Core Creation was already powerful—allowing him to multiply the strength of his techniques by placing them into multiple cores.
’If I devour the Abyss Mirror, and rge its logic with my Core Creation... I can upgrade the entire process.’
With this, he would be able to replicate the function of levelling skills.
But there was a problem.
The sa way Cole had reached out when he tried to touch the Universal Codex System, the Supre of Shadows would co calling the mont he tried to devour the Abyss Mirror.
After all, while the Mirror had been given to him, it was still a Sacred Treasure of the Supre.
It was sothing more precious to Supre than family.
It was already shocking the Supre gave him the Sacred Treasure, but devouring it was crossing the line.
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