In the vast stillness of the Genesis Void Dimension, Vaughn stood upon a platform of polished obsidian that floated in endless nothingness. The space was quiet — not the silence of emptiness, but the silence of infinite possibilities waiting to be claimed.
His System interface shimmered before his eyes, a translucent panel of gold-edged light. Each menu opened at a thought, revealing items whose power would make kingdoms kneel. Each price was high even though it's just low tier but Vaughn, wealth was no longer a limitation — only the right choice of what to buy.
And today, his eyes fell on one thing: Pills.
Not the mild tonics sold in common markets. These were condensed miracles — rare, ancient, even forbidden by the standards of the Nexus. Each carried enough power to rewrite the foundation of a body, mind, and soul.
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His gaze swept over the glowing list, each pill's description unfolding like a legend.
Vitality Pill
Teir: Rare
Strength: +200
Vitality: +1000
Agility: +100
Price: 1,000 rare tier mana/qi stone
A balanced pill favored by warriors of the past. It fortifies the body evenly, ensuring no single aspect lags behind.
Swiftness Pill
Tier: Rare
Agility: +450
Dodge chane: + 5%
Price: 50,000,000 Gold Coins
Its refined essence burns away hesitation, granting speed that defies the naked eye.
Might Pill
Tier: Rare
Strength: +300
Vitality: +500
Price: 850 rare tier mana/qi stone
Forged for champions, its effects crush any barrier that dares to resist raw force.
Eternal Ascendance Pill
Tier: Epic
Strength: +500
Max HP: Doubles maximum health, +300 health regeneration.
Agility: +600
Unlocks latent genetic potential, repairs flaws in body, mind, and soul.
Price: 300 epic tier mana/qi stone
A pill whispered about in the oldest records, said to turn mortals into beings worthy of legends.
Omnipotence Pill
Tier: Legendary
Strength: +1000
Max HP: Triples maximum health, +500 health regeneration.
Agility: +500
Grants near-instant regeneration from any injury.
Temporarily breaks dimensional boundaries for movement.
Price: 3,345 legendary mana/qi stone
The apex of alchemical creation. Many believe its existence to be myth — yet here it was, offered without limit, to the one who could afford it.
Without hesitation, Vaughn selected them all.
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The pills floated before him in a slow, graceful orbit — a galaxy of power condensed into shining forms.
He took the Vitality Pill first. A rush of heat surged into his limbs, bones hardening, muscles tightening. His small frame felt anchored, like a structure that could now bear far greater weight.
The Swiftness Pill followed — and the world shifted. Movement itself seemed easier, lighter. His senses aligned with the flow of time, granting him clarity in motion.
The Might Pill poured a deeper density into his muscles. The air felt thinner around him, as though his strength bent the world's weight.
The Eternal Ascendance Pill was… different. It wasn't just physical — it was complete. His breathing deepened, his heartbeat steadied, and every flaw within his body seemed to dissolve. There was no resistance left, only pure harmony.
Then came the Omnipotence Pill. When it dissolved, Vaughn felt the concept of limit vanish. His body healed before wounds could even form; the barrier between himself and the surrounding dimension felt fragile, as if one thought could let him step beyond it.
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[ Nexus Status ]
A faint chime signaled the automatic update from the Nexus — the system everyone in this world relied on for objective measurement. The golden panel unfurled before him:
[ Nexus Status ]
Name: Vaughn
Age: 0 (Newborn)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Strength: 2000
Agility: 1200
Abilities/Skills: [Click for more info. ]
Special Traits: [ Click for more info. ]
Note: 10-20 normal stats of a human.
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He moved. The space around him fractured into streaks of light as he blurred across the floating platforms, skipping between massive boulders in midair.
EVE-9 summoned combat drones — they were destroyed in under three seconds.
Model A-7 recorded every strike, adjusting Vaughn's training protocols.
Nyx, the Aether Devourer, watched from a distance, her eyes narrowing.
"Hmph. Now you're a force," she said. "But power tempts recklessness."
Vaughn only smiled. "Then let's see what recklessness can accomplish."
The Genesis Void Dimension trembled as his laughter echoed across it.
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The Genesis Void Dimension stretched in every direction — a boundless, obsidian expanse scattered with drifting shards of crystal and fragments of half-formed worlds. Vaughn stood upon one such fragment, the ambient starlight reflecting off his calm features.
Before him, the interface of his System unfolded — his personal treasure, untouchable by the Nexus. Endless possibilities scrolled past his eyes, each race a story written in power and bloodline.
But Vaughn was not searching for stories.
He was searching for dominance.
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He did not look away from the floating screen as he spoke.
"EVE-9, Model A-7, Nyx — full deployment of Bloodforged Avatars. Spread them to every location on our operational list. Prioritize sites where information flows fastest — markets, archives, restricted research zones."
"Yes, Master," EVE-9 replied, voice precise, posture rigid. "How many do you wish to release?"
"All of them, duh," Vaughn said with poker face. "I already changed their appearances varied — some subtle, some distinct. Personalities tailored for infiltration or negotiation depending on their targets. They will blend, but they will also be remembered when I want them to be."
Model A-7 gave a short nod. "Deployment time: under five minutes."
Nyx smirked faintly, crossing his arms. "Your shadow will stretch across the worlds before the day is done."
The power behind his order came from his [Adaptive Sovereign Physique]. A mere drop of his blood could form a Bloodforged Avatar — a perfect replica of himself, carrying one hundred percent of his power, growth, and knowledge. These were not mere scouts; they were extensions of Vaughn's will. When they dispersed, their memories and experiences would pour back into him instantly, untampered.
Satisfied, Vaughn closed the command overlay and turned fully to the main task.
His eyes roamed the listings on the System's interface. Thousands of races — some extinct, some thriving in distant planes — flickered before him.
He dismissed dozens with a flicker of thought. Too limited. Too dependent on environment. Too slow to evolve.
Then, a line of text caught his attention. Not flashy, not wrapped in overblown myth, but precise in its description:
Echovolk – Apex divergence of humanity. Capable of manipulating matter, energy, and dimensional frameworks at will. Fully adaptive across hostile environments. No environmental restrictions. Reality-bending capabilities across localized and wide-scale space-time.
Vaughn's gaze lingered on the name. "Dimensional frameworks…" he murmured, tasting the weight of the phrase. In the Genesis Void Dimension — a realm where reality shifted without warning — that ability was beyond valuable. It was supremacy itself.
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"EVE-9," Vaughn said, still studying the readout, "your assessment on Echovolk."
Her response came immediately. "Unmatched flexibility in both offense and defense, Master Vaughn. The Genesis Void Dimension is defined by instability — being able to dictate the rules of space-time would render most environmental threats irrelevant."
"Model A-7," Vaughn prompted.
"Strategically," the android replied, "Echovolk surpasses all known human races for sustained operations in shifting environments. No supply chain limits. No fixed vulnerabilities. A perfect match to your existing capabilities."
Nyx's voice carried a sharper edge. "Echovolk is more race–it is a dominion.," he glanced toward the endless dark horizon, "A dominion that bends the arc of fate itself, whether toward salvation or ruin.,"
"Damn, Nyx. I didn't expect that coming from you. Why did I even ask when I already have an answer..." Vaughn reply this with doubtful expressions. "That's too much, Nyx." Vaughn's lips curved in a faint, decisive smile. "Then there's nothing left to discuss."
The System's interface shimmered as he selected Purchase. A single confirmation prompt appeared, displaying the cost — irrelevant to him — and the final warning:
[Confirm Acquisition of Race: Echovolk? ]
Vaughn had confirmed the acquisition of the Echovolk race, and in that moment, the course of his existence was irrevocably altered. The change did not come with ceremony or gentle awakening—it came like a storm that tore through every fiber of his being. The instant the process began, the Genesis Void Dimension claimed him entirely. Time there flowed according to its own unfathomable rhythm, and what passed for 3 years, 7 months, and 12 days within its endless expanse would have been perceived differently anywhere else. Yet for Vaughn, every moment was sharp, drawn-out, and mercilessly vivid.
The transformation was no graceful metamorphosis. His humanity was dismantled at the cellular level, his form unmade and rebuilt over and over again. The first year was an unending furnace of agony; his nerves burned constantly as if molten metal coursed through them. Every synapse was torn apart and rewired to endure the weight of dimensional anchors and probability distortions. Sleep became a memory—each attempt drowned in visions of collapsing timelines and fragmented realities, hallucinations so real they felt like invasions from futures that would never come.
The second year brought its own crucible. His bones shattered again and again, only to be reforged from denser, more resilient materials—structures capable of enduring stresses across countless dimensions. His organs shifted and redefined their purpose, learning to draw sustenance not from food or air, but from the ambient energies of the Genesis Void itself. His body wasted away to skin and bone, muscles shriveling to nothing, before they regrew in forms unbound by human limitation, coiled with a strength that defied logic. Blood became a familiar taste, an inevitable byproduct of the relentless strain his evolving frame endured.
By the third year, the torment was no longer purely physical. His mind was pried open and flooded with concepts that no human consciousness was meant to hold—ideas of multiversal influence, the raw mechanics of reality sculpting, the subtle currents that threaded existence together. He endured temporal loops that trapped him in the most painful fragments of his past, forcing him to relive them in hyper-accelerated cycles until his sense of linear time eroded entirely. Reality warped without warning; sometimes the ground beneath him was solid, other times it was a ripple of memory that dissolved under his feet. Dimensional echoes of himself would appear unbidden, whispering truths in his own voice—some vital, some maddening—until the boundary between him and his reflections thinned to the point of fragility. Through all of it, his Adaptive Sovereign Physique worked tirelessly, fighting to hold him together as body, mind, and soul strained under the enormity of becoming something more than human.
The sheer suffering was born of the leap itself. To move from humanity to Echovolk was not merely to change—it was to be rewritten at every conceivable level. His biology was recoded for dimensional stability, his mind reconstructed to comprehend the terrifying breadth of reality-bending potential, his very soul drawn into alignment with the transcendent nature of his new race. It was a refinement so absolute that even the concept of what he had been before seemed like the fading shadow of another man entirely.
When the final day came, it was not heralded by a blaze of light or a triumphant roar—it came quietly. Vaughn opened his eyes and found that the pain was gone, replaced by a vast, steady numbness to anything lesser than the agony he had endured. He rose slowly from the fragment of land that had been his prison and crucible, feeling the infinite expanse of the Genesis Void stretch before him. In that stillness, with the echoes of his suffering fading into memory, a smile curved his lips.
The Echovolk was not merely a race—it was a throne. And Vaughn now sat upon it, sovereign over dimensions, master of his own evolution. The cost had been brutal, but the reward was absolute.
Note: "He could just adapt, buy pill, and whatsoever." Vaughn could indeed adapt to ordinary damage, override his senses to block pain, and even purchase items that would make agony vanish in an instant. But the Echovolk transformation was not ordinary damage — it was a foundationaloverwrite of his existence, occurring at the deepest layer of reality where no pill, adaptation, or artificial enhancement could intervene.
Pain-blocking pills only worked on the nervous system of the current body. Vaughn's body, however, was being dismantled and rebuilt at a pre-physical, sub-reality level — before nerves, before tissue, before the laws of physics that define them. There was nothing for the pill to affect because, in the middle of the process, there was no body in the conventional sense.
His adaptation, normally instant, could not engage because the transformation was continuous and recursive — every time his biology began to adapt to one stage of change, the next stage rewrote the rules again, nullifying the adaptation. It was like trying to build a bridge while the ground beneath shifted endlessly — there was never a moment of stability to complete the process.
And the Genesis Void itself made interference impossible. In that place, outside normal causality, healing items and external aid could not function unless they were woven into the transformation itself — which would have risked corrupting the Echovolk blueprint, leading to irreversible mutation or outright annihilation.
Thus, the only path was to endure. Not because he lacked the means, but because any shortcut would have cost him the very perfection he sought.