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- Aryan’s Personal Dinsion -
The mont Aryan gave his command, Vaani wasted no ti. The System’s hum rose in his consciousness, smooth and efficient, and then sank into silence again.
It was done.
Yet the result wasn’t as overwhelming as one might expect.
| Fusion Complete: Primordial Voidborne Bloodline — 12% Assimilation |
Aryan read the notification with a calm gaze. The words didn’t disappoint him; they only confird what he already suspected. A bloodline of this scale could never be fully integrated in one sweep — not without more ta Points. And even without those, he could gradually rge with it during enlightennt, step by step, until it was wholly his.
For now, twelve percent was enough to glimpse the future.
He stood up from the bench. The quiet stream still whispered beside him, yet he could feel sothing new thrumming in his veins. His height had shifted, just slightly — an inch, maybe two. His muscles carried a denser weight, compact yet sharper, as though soone had taken the sculpture of his body and pressed it into finer definition. But it wasn’t bulk. He was still lean, still athletic. Just... more.
His Void Physique worked like a perfect teacher, guiding him through the changes with ease. There was no awkwardness, no stumbles. The new strength didn’t feel foreign; it was like rediscovering a part of himself that had always been there.
Still, theory was one thing. Testing was another.
With a thought, Aryan split a fragnt of himself into existence. The air shimred, and a perfect mirror of him stepped forward — his Parallel Existence. It bowed once, then squared its shoulders, ready.
Aryan flexed his hands and braced himself. "Co."
The parallel existence obeyed. The first blow ca sharp and direct, knuckles driving toward Aryan’s ribs. He blocked. The impact rattled the air, but his body absorbed it like tempered steel. Then another strike, heavier. Aryan let it land. Pain never ca. Instead, a calm understanding settled in his mind — his body had grown tougher, sturdier, alive with resilience.
He smiled faintly.
Again and again, they exchanged blows. Martial arts techniques he had already mastered flowed naturally, each movent faster, heavier, cleaner. His strength surged with every clash, and as he asured himself, the number clicked into place.
Twenty percent stronger.
Before, lifting ten tons had been effortless. Now? Twelve was within reach, without calling on anything else.
But strength was only half the test.
"Armant," Aryan instructed, and his double nodded. Dark sheen coated its arms and legs, the unmistakable mark of Haki. It struck again, this ti with killing intent behind the precision.
The hits landed like cannon fire. Aryan stood his ground. His skin didn’t break, his bones didn’t crack. Only the faint push of force, like waves hitting the shore.
He gauged the result carefully, his expression calm.
Durability — twenty-five percent increase.
He rembered easily surviving direct impact from bunker-busting missiles in the past, which he created for testing on himself, walking through them without a scratch. Now, even that seed like child’s play.
And then ca the more subtle shift.
Energy.
His command over it had already been perfect — or so he thought. Yet now, even perfection had stretched further. The flow was smoother, the weave finer, the control so sharp he could feel every fraction of it bending to his will. His runes, his arcane threads, his void energies — all of them sang clearer than before.
He let out a slow breath, half-laughter, half-satisfaction.
"Status."
The word rippled through his mind.
At once, a holographic panel flared into being in the darkness behind his eyes, lines of light etching themselves across the canvas of thought.
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/ Status Panel /
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