Zar stared at the endless threads stretching before him.
A vast, cosmic tapestry of power.
Each strand humd with unfathomable energy, containing histories, possibilities, and the very essence of existence itself.
And yet...
He had no idea how to start.
"Maybe I should just... touch them?" he thought, hesitating for a mont before simply reaching out.
His fingers grazed a thread—
BZZZT!
A violent shock surged through his arm. It was like touching pure chaos, an unfiltered flood of raw knowledge and power that imdiately rejected him.
Zar flinched, shaking his hand. "Tch. Figures it wouldn't be that easy."
For a mont, he just stood there, contemplating.
This wasn't going to work if he kept forcing it. He needed to think.
Sothing about the way these threads behaved... how they resisted him...
He frowned.
"Wait a second."
Why could he touch his System Interface but not these threads?
No one else could even see his System, much less interact with it.
That ant...
"System lets touch him."
Realization struck him like a lightning bolt.
Authority.
The System allowed him to access it because it acknowledged him.
That was the key.
And if that principle applied here...
Then these threads were rejecting him simply because they didn't acknowledge him.
"Hah." Zar smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Then let's change that."
Zar exhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
He didn't try to grab the threads this ti.
He didn't try to force them.
Instead—
He simply commanded them.
A ripple pulsed through the Vault.
Not through sound. Not through movent.
But through will.
A heavy, unshakable force radiated from him—a presence that demanded obedience.
The Aura of Supre. (Flex Authority)
And just like that...
The threads shuddered.
They feared.
For the first ti, the threads of existence reacted to him.
One by one, they moved.
They didn't fly toward him physically, but they obeyed.
Slowly, cautiously—as if afraid—they drifted closer.
Zar opened his eyes.
And this ti—
When he reached out, his hand did not get rejected.
His fingers wrapped around the first thread.
The mont his mind connected to the thread—
His entire existence was ripped through billions of lifetis in an instant.
Ti collapsed.
It wasn't just a rush of information—it was an avalanche. His mind felt like it had been yanked through billions of lifetis in an instant, bombarded by raw knowledge that defied comprehension. The essence of existence itself pulsed through the threads, each one containing secrets beyond mortal understanding.
It was witnessing everything.
His consciousness expanded beyond mortal comprehension, drowning in knowledge so vast it made the concept of ti seem aningless.
And then—
A ding echoed through his mind.
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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Realm Unsealed: 2%
Total Realm Unseal Progress: 4%
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Zar blinked.
The unbearable pressure in his head was suddenly gone.
As if his unsealing of the realm had neatly filtered out the overwhelming excess, leaving only usable knowledge behind.
"Huh." Zar tilted his head, flexing his fingers.
"Guess my power unsealing is keeping from frying my brain. Nice."
With a renewed sense of confidence, he got back to work.
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An hour passed.
Zar was now effortlessly handling trillions of threads.
What once felt like an unstoppable force now bent under his command.
Not only could he see their structures—he could now distinguish ti essence, fate energy, destruction threads, creation threads, and countless other fundantal forces.
It was all there.
All woven into the very fabric of existence.
And if it worked like this...
"Then why can't I just... create?"
Zar smirked.
A new idea ford in his mind.
He extended his hand, pulling together countless threads—not to form a realm, but sothing smaller.
Sothing far more dangerous.
A weapon.
Or rather—
A paradox.
It was a weapon that wasn't a weapon.
A creation that didn't exist.
A concept that had been both made and destroyed in the sa mont.
The result was distorted, unstable, flickering between being and nonexistence.
It was beautiful.
And terrifying.
Then—
A calm voice interrupted him.
["Hey. Stop that."]
Zar stiffened.
["You aren't ready for that, man. That thing can harm you."]
Zar stayed silent, frozen in place.
A quiet sigh echoed in his mind.
"Ohhh, you're really an idiot, huh."
Then, an interface abruptly popped up before him.
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[SYSTEM MISSION COMPLETE]
Mission: On the Way to Creating a Realm
Status: Complete
Reward: Realm Unsealed 6%
Total Realm Unseal Progress: 10%
• Crossed the First Threshold – True Form Awakening Accelerated.
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Zar's eyes widened.
The words burned into his vision.
10%.
He had crossed a threshold.
A rush of energy exploded inside him—
Then—
Darkness.
Zar's body collapsed.
He didn't even get a chance to react.
One second he was standing—
The next, he was out cold.
The System sighed.
"Seriously? You passed out from a 10% unlock?"
It floated idly for a mont before muttering,
"Well, we still have six hours. You can 'sleep' for two."
Then, the Vault of Eternal Confinent fell into silence.
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