As he cancelled vision sync. A new system message popped up---
[DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THE HERO'S BACKSTORY?]
Ishu squinted. Then shrugged.
HELL NAH, he replied.
The centipede's corpse still steamed.
Its armor crunched under mana pressure. Its flesh hardened like volcanic stone. Even dead—it resisted. But the Butcher had already carved through ninety-nine segments. Sliced, sealed, stored. Two days. Two nights. Only few hours sleep.
The last joint fell.
The Butcher stepped back, breathing slow. Cloak tattered. Skin lined with cuts. His blade, curved and dull.
Ishu teleported behind him—quiet, fast. No aura. No flash.
The Butcher didn't turn. "You killed it?"
Ishu stepped forward. "NO, WE KILLED IT."
"How?" the Butcher asked. "The Rune Protector wasn't supposed to fall."
Ishu paused.
The Butcher knelt beside the meat, ran two fingers through the cooked edge.
"It's perfect. How did you even manage that?"
Ishu's face didn't twitch. "LUCK."
The Butcher glanced at the mountain of meat towering behind them. "Luck doesn't cook sacred flesh."
Ishu didn't reply.
A breeze swept through.
The Butcher sighed. "How do you plan to move it?"
Ishu lifted his hand. TRIO STORE opened.
"Already figured that out."
Ishu thought in mind.....
"They've gotten stingier lately this time they donated only few thousands coins maybe they think too much coin will make us overpowered."
A pause. Then:
"Well, maybe they're right. The Trio Store is available to us only."
The coin count blinked. Ten thousand.
"The item I need costs fifty-five hundred."
He looked toward the centipede. "So… no problem."
The Butcher stood slowly, "why are you staring down?" he asked.
Ishu nodded. "NOTHING JUST THINKING."
[TRIO STORE CAN ONLY BE SEEN AMONG THREE BROTHERS AND SAME WITH SYSTEM MESSAGES. NORMAL PEOPLE CANNOT KNOW ABOUT THE VIEWERS EXISTENCE.]
Ishu tapped the screen.
[MULTIDIMENSIONAL STORAGE BOX PURCHASED]
The message blinked once. Then dissolved.
He raised his hand.
Ishu stepped forward.
He brushed his fingertips across the centipede's remains----segment by segment----then said, "STORE."
It didn't warp. It didn't shrink.
It simply left the physical plane.
Transported, stored, sealed… within that soul-linked space.
The Butcher didn't blink. He didn't breathe.
He watched the towering slabs of armor and muscle vanish like mist.
No teleport signs. No weight displacement.
Just disappearance.
His fingers twitched.
He didn't ask.
Because someone who could slay a Sacred Centipede---
Could surely vanish the impossible.
Questions would come later. Maybe. But not now.
Now, only silence lingered.
A silence wrapped in awe… and one chilling thought:
"WHO ARE THESE BROTHERS?"
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.
.
He nodded once at the Butcher.
"Good work."
Then added, calm and cold,
"Now we head back."
The Butcher exhaled slowly. His shoulders sagged.
"More flying…" he muttered, already bracing for the wind.
Ishu didn't even turn his head.
"Flying?" he asked, voice dry.
"Who's flying… when we can teleport?"
The Butcher frowned, half-laughing, half-confused.
"Huh? What do you----"
Before the sentence could finish----
The air tore.
Reality bent.
And they were gone.
They reappeared mid-village. Near Debu's sleeping body.
Windless. Effortless. Instant.
Inside, Debu lay sideways in bed—drooling over his pillow like he'd been taste-testing dreams. One leg dangled off the edge. His hand still clutched a half-eaten dried beetle snack.
The Butcher blinked.
"Okay…" he murmured. "That's definitely faster."
Ishu responded," I can teleport to wherever my brothers are no matter the distance, but mana is required to do so."
Butcher did not responded. He was still in disbelief.
Ishu says," The work is not done yet. Gather everyone"
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The villagers had gathered. Silent faces. Tired souls. Debu stood to Ishu's right, Krishna to his left.
Ishu leaned toward them, voice low.
"Did you guys read the backstory of that hero?"
They blinked. Then smiled. Debu mumbled,
"Hell no."
Krishna snorted.
"Was it even an option?"
They all chuckled. Even Ishu.
But then—he turned to the crowd. Eyes narrowed, voice sharp.
"This village will survive."
"You will live happy lives. That, I swear."
A ripple of relief spread. Mothers clutched children tighter. The elder nodded once.
Then Ishu turned to Krishna.
"Did you find the spell?"
Krishna stepped forward. His grin—wider than ever.
"Found it?"
"I created it."
His voice grew louder.
"For the first time… this world will witness something unimaginable."
"Something god-like."
"We're creating our own world."
The villagers gasped.
Krishna continued.
"The Multidimensional Box responds to mana. The more you have---the bigger , the space you have."
"And Ishu…"
He pointed toward his brother.
"Has infinite mana."
Eyes widened. Mouths dropped. A child tugged her father's sleeve, whispering, "Did he say infinite?"
Krishna pressed on.
"Which means endless space. And with forbidden spells---yes, those forbidden spells----we could craft perfection."
"Not just a magical world. A world with terrain, weather, A PERFECT WORLD JUST FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU"
"YOU WILL LIVE THERE AND BECOME STRONGER THAN YOU ARE HERE."
Debu added, still munching on a beetle snack:
"And it'll be inside Ishu's soul. Directly."
Krishna nodded.
"Which means as long as Ishu's mana exists---so does our world."
A long silence fell.
Then one voice spoke---an old scout, leaning on a crooked staff:
"And if his mana runs out?"
Ishu stepped forward.
"Then the world ends."
No one spoke.
Then--slowly, one by one---the villagers nodded.
Because deep down, they knew:
There was no one else but these brothers.
And no path left… but this one.
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The villagers packed their lives--tools, scrolls, memories.
They bowed deeply to the brothers. Gratitude spilled from every glance.
Then Krishna stepped forward.
Held Ishu's hand.
He chanted.
The air cracked--light folded inward---space twisted.
A portal bloomed open. Brilliant. Silent.
One by one, the villagers stepped through. Heads high. Hearts trembling. Chasing a promise, not just survival.
Then Krishna entered.
Then Debu, half-eaten snack still in hand.
And finally---Ishu
It was like heaven.
Vast land. Rivers like polished glass.
Flowers born of pure mana. Birds shaped from emotion. Waters that tasted like memory.
The villagers stared. Eyes wide. Mouths open.
There were Earth trees--cherry blossoms, mango groves, sturdy oaks---bearing fruit even the oldest elder hadn't seen in their lifetime.
Because this world was built from Ishu's soul.
His infinite mana didn't just shape the terrain---
It stitched in pieces of the real Earth.
But it wasn't just Earth---it was Earth infused with magic. Every blade of grass hummed. Every breeze carried a glyph.
Krishna raised his hand.
"Live here. Build what you need. We'll return soon."
A scout asked, "What if danger comes?"
Krishna smiled.
"If trouble finds you, chant our names—three times.
We will hear you."
The villagers bowed. Deep. Devoted.
And then--
The trio turned.
Stepped back through the portal. Quiet. Steady.
Krishna raised his palm once more---
And sealed it.
Ishu glanced at the quiet place they'd left behind.
Krishna smirked.
"So… how did it feel? Visiting your own soul?"
Ishu shrugged.
"Creepy. But beautiful."
"Still, how did my body enter my soul?"
Krishna chuckled.
"It's not exactly your soul—it's the Multi-Dimensional Box inside your soul."
"We're traveling into the space carved within you." "And if you think about it clearly the multidimensional box belongs to all three of us so we also share the soul and create that world together ."
Debu squinted.
"…Huh?"
Ishu blinked.
"Still don't get it."
Even the Viewers watching from beyond--the celestial audience that tracked every move---were in absolute frenzy and confusion.
Some screamed. Some paused the feed.
A few upper gods choked on divine tea.
Krishna sighed.
"Guys… it's magic."
And then---
everyone understood.
Even the upper gods.
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