[Synchronizing...]
[1%... 78%... 99%...]
Aaron watched in breathless suspense as the counter flickered, the numbers burning into his retinas.
The mont the synchronization hit 100%, the world vanished behind a curtain of unprecedented agony.
It began in his eyes.
A searing, white-hot itch flared behind his lids, as if his very sockets were being filled with molten lead.
They transford rapidly.
When his lids finally snapped open, his eyes were no longer human.
The eyeballs had turned a pristine, blinding white, etched with black inscriptions of infinity that interlocked into a chain-like loop, forming the boundary of the iris.
Within that loop, the color of his iris pulsated with a rhythmic, ethereal life, alternating from blood-red to deep cerulean, then to shimring gold and erald green in a perpetual, hypnotic cycle.
The mutation spread.
His nose shifted, its structure refining into a state of eternal, aesthetic perfection that complented the newfound intensity of his face.
His ears followed, his hearing expanding until he could hear the vibration of atoms in the air.
Then ca the arms.
Dark, intricate tattoos crawled slowly across his skin, weaving up to his shoulders before branching out to map his entire body.
The inscriptions connected his chest to his spine in a web of ancient power.
Along the ridge of his vertebrae, the infinity loops interlocked, glowing with a faint, steady light.
Deep within his chest, unseen but felt in every pulse, a circle of infinity ford around his heart, binding his life force to the fundantal laws of the cosmos.
His DNA didn't just change; it was overwritten.
His very blood mutated to accommodate the infinite, and in the process, his previous heritages, the werewolf, the dragon, the demon were incinerated.
His legendary bloodline burned them away like dry tinder, leaving only the pure, raw essence of a King.
As the awakening reached its peak, Aaron felt a vast entity blooming from his soul.
Unlike his father, who commanded nine entities, Aaron's awakening manifested a single entity that birthed beings with a base power level of the Naless Rank—a biological anomaly that had never been recorded in the history of legends.
The transformation was too monuntal to be swift.
It took seven grueling days of silent, internal restructuring.
When the synchronization finally finished, Aaron opened his eyes.
The re pressure of his presence was so imnse that his sanctuary, a realm spanning billions of universes, began to groan and fracture.
To prevent the total collapse of his ho, Aaron pulled the remnant strength of his bloodline deep inside, hiding the catastrophic power behind a mask of calm.
[Congratulations! You have completed synchronization with your Legend Bloodline.]
[You have awakened the Legend Organs!]
[You have reached the rank: Throne of All.]
Aaron allowed a small, cold smile to touch his lips.
He was practically vibrating with power, looking desperately for a place to test the limits of his new form.
He didn't have to wait long.
Space buckled around him, and he was forcefully snatched from his sanctuary, teleported across the cosmos.
"Hey, Aaron.
I think it's ti for your funeral," a voice called out—confident, arrogant, and dripping with a sense of destiny.
Aaron looked up to find Aegon seated upon the Throne of All.
Like Aaron, Aegon was now covered in inscriptions, his body radiating the stolen authority of the all mystic organs he had gathered.
He sat with the posture of a god, looking down at Aaron as if he were nothing more than a stray animal.
Scattered around the base of the throne were the mangled corpses of the previous mystic wielders, their blood staining the obsidian floor.
"It seems you won the battle for the Throne of All," Aaron said calmly, his new eyes scanning Aegon with a detached curiosity.
"Yes, I did.
It wasn't nearly as difficult as you all made it out to be," Aegon replied, leaning back.
"Especially when you possess five mystic organs from the start.
But you see, Aaron... reaching this rank, being a legend... it isn't enough for .
There are still beings out there who could kill in my sleep."
Aegon's eyes flashed with a manic greed.
"I wish to grow stronger, to climb until I reach a wall that even I cannot surpass.
And the only way to be granted that chance by the Great Legends is to present them with sothing of absolute value.
The son of the King of All Entities?
You are the perfect gift."
"Tell why you betrayed my father," Aaron asked, his voice steady.
"Why?
Because I saw the chance to grow beyond my limits," Aegon explained, breaking into a chilling, maniacal laugh.
"So I took it!
Co, Aaron!
Let us have our final battle!"
Aegon moved.
His speed was so absolute it fractured ti, forcing the entire universe into a total standstill.
Utilizing his Mystic Legs, he achieved a velocity that transcended physics.
He pointed a hand toward Aaron, releasing a devastating blast of Mythic Blood, a liquid lethality designed to erase a soul on contact.
Aegon smiled, already tasting victory.
With his Mystic Arms anchoring the space, he believed Aaron would be unable to dodge.
It was ga over from the very beginning.
"Hey.
You've beco quite arrogant while I was away, haven't you?" Aaron muttered.
The runes on Aaron's legs suddenly ignited.
The very ground of the throne room vibrated as Aaron stepped forward.
In a world where ti was frozen, he moved as if he were taking a casual stroll.
With a fluid, effortless motion, he stepped around the blast of Mythic Blood and closed the distance.
Aegon's eyes went wide.
He watched the blur of Aaron's movent, but his mind couldn't coordinate a defense fast enough.
Before he could even twitch a finger, Aaron's hand was clamped firmly around his throat.
"Aegon.
This won't be a battle," Aaron promised, his voice a low, terrifying rumble.
"This will be a one-sided beating."
With a sudden, explosive burst of strength, Aaron slamd Aegon face-first into the very throne he had just claid.
"Urgh!" Aegon shrieked, spitting a mouthful of dark, mythic blood as the obsidian seat cracked beneath the impact.
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