Reign pressed the
Create
button without hesitation, a mix of excitent and curiosity building inside him.
He had done this before, but this felt different—there was sothing about this particular mont that made his pulse quicken in anticipation.
Then, without warning, a powerful force gripped him, draining his energy like a vacuum.
The sensation was quick but all-encompassing. It started in his chest, deep within his core, where the very essence of his being seed to twist and fold under the imnse pressure..
A frown crossed his face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work.
’Normally, I just provide the energy after the body is created,’ he thought, trying to calm his racing mind. The process should have been straightforward—just give the body life first, and everything would follow.
His eyes darted to the glowing system interface in front of him.
The progress bar was steadily filling, but the energy drain was faster than anything he had experienced before.
’This is different,’
he realized, a small grin tugging at his lips.
Despite the strange sensation, there was an excitent growing inside him.
’It ans this body will be powerful… really powerful.’
He leaned back and took a deep breath, deciding to just go with the flow.
The energy continued to drain, but it wasn’t unbearable—not yet.
Minutes passed. His energy slowly decreased—80%, then 70%.
He didn’t mind at first, sure that he had plenty of energy to spare.
But as the percentage continued to drop, a small sense of worry began to creep in.
At 50%, he checked the system interface again.
It still wasn’t slowing down. The suction force was consistently greedy . His grin faltered, and he tried to push the growing anxiety aside.
’This is fine. I’ve got more than enough,’
he muttered to himself, though his voice was quieter now.
A few more minutes passed, and his energy dropped even further—30%, then 20%.
What had once felt like a mild pull now felt like a constant drain, each second taking more from him than he had expected.
’This isn’t stopping… is this normal?’
His mind raced, doubts creeping in. The numbers kept falling.
By the ti his energy hit 10%, his mind was racing.
’Damn it,’ he cursed silently. How much more does this thing need?’
The glowing progress bar flickered, and he saw that it was still far from full.
’Will my energy even last?’
he wondered,
Just as doubt began to cloud his thoughts, the system chid in again, as though it could sense his weakness. Stay updated through .Côm
[System: Host, you need to sacrifice so of your permanent stats to complete the process.]
He blinked in surprise, his eyes flickering between the loading bar and the new ssage.
Sacrifice his permanent stats? The idea was unsettling, but the ssage was clear, and he was running out of options.
His energy was nearly drained, and without so form of help, the new body wouldn’t materialize.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. If he wanted the power to fight, to grow stronger, he had to push through this.
’I can just farm and get them back,’
he told himself.
"Just do it."
The system acknowledged his decision, and it began its work. An interface popped up, listing his stats.
Each stat was listed with its current value, but he saw that they were all starting to dim, as if they were being siphoned away.
The system displayed a prompt:
[Select stats to sacrifice]
’Agility or strength,’
he thought. He could lose so speed, or so physical power, but nothing that would make him too weak to fight.
’Endurance and stamina,’
he decided, a flash of logic hitting him.
’If I sacrifice endurance, I’ll still be fast and strong. I’ll just need to be smarter about my battles.’
He confird the selection, and the glow around him pulsed as his stat was taken.
A brief sharp pain flashed across his body, but it quickly faded as the process continued.
The suction force, which had felt like it was about to tear him apart, seed to ease, finally beginning to subside.
He waited, the silence hanging around him.
Then, at last, the familiar chi of a notification sounded in his mind.
[System: Preparation complete. ta-human body creation starts.]
The seed that had been nestled in his chest began to detach, slowly sliding out as it started to form.
But this ti, it wasn’t like the usual growth—there was no gentle sprouting or the familiar tree-like texture that usually followed.
Instead, the seed turned into a thick, black goo that oozed from the center of his chest, slithering through the air with an unsettling movent.
The goo was jet black, swirling and shifting like ink . It bubbled, twisting and contorting, as if it had a life of its own.
Slowly, it began to take shape—forming limbs, a torso, and finally a head. The silhouette of a human body began to erge, but the deeper the goo morphed, the more disturbing the figure beca.
As he watched the body slowly take form, sothing caught his attention.
There was sothing... off about the way the goo moved. He narrowed his eyes, instinctively stepping closer to get a better look.
The black goo rippled. And for a split second, he could have sworn it was smiling.
’Is it just , or did I see it smiling?’
Just as he began to question whether his eyes had deceived him, the system’s interface flashed to life, displaying bright red warnings.
[WARNING!]
[WARNING!]
[WARNING!]
"What’s happening? " He quickly asked.
[SYSTEM: HOST, AN ENTITY FROM THE VOID REAL IS TRYING TO POSSESS THE BODY.]
"What the hell?! Soone’s trying to steal my hard-earned body!" he cursed aloud. He slamd his fist against the wall.
"Do sothing!" he grumbled, his mind racing for any solution.
[SYSTEM: HOST, TRANSFER YOUR SOUL AND FIGHT FOR CONTROL OF THE TA HUMAN BODY.]
He paused for a mont, the weight of the situation sinking in. He had a long history of bad experiences dealing with soul attacks—it was literally his Achilles’ heel.
"Do you have any other options that won’t put in too much danger?"
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