It was not the empty black of a room without light, but a profound, velvety void that seemed to absorb existence itself.
There were no stars, no landmarks, no source of illumination.
Except for one.
Before him, solitary and profound, hung a single, golden orb.
It pulsed with a slow, steady rhythm, its light neither harsh nor feeble, but a constant, unwavering beacon in the infinite dark.
It was the only point of reference in this formless realm, a focal point for his scattered senses.
He felt an irresistible, instinctual pull towards it, a deep, primal understanding that this was the heart of the Sublimation Realm, the source of its potential.
With a monumental effort of will, he focused on moving forward. There was no body to command, no limbs to push, only intent.
He willed himself toward the orb, and the void acquiesced.
In a motion that felt both instantaneous and eternal, his consciousness reached out.
A spectral, non-corporeal representation of his palm manifested before the glowing sphere.
He made contact.
The moment his palm met the surface of the orb, the void shattered.
A blinding, all-consuming golden light erupted from the point of contact, not as an explosion, but as a silent, instantaneous dawn.
It flooded the infinite darkness, washing over him and through him, scouring away the last vestiges of the transition's chaos.
It was a light of pure creation, of infinite possibility, and as it filled him, Aelion knew the true trial—the forging of his very essence—had now begun.
The blinding golden light receded, its radiance condensing into a single, stable screen of light that hung in the formless space before him. The data it presented was stark and monumental.
[Name: Aelion Endralis Nyxerin]
[Race: Human(???)]
[Talent: Pristine Immaculate Body(EX Rank), Seed of End(A Rank)]
[Level: 0]
[Class: Priest Of End(Fragmented Gold), Empty]
[Sub Class: Empty]
[Profession: Empty]
[Traits: None]
[Do you want to enter the sublimation Realm?]
[Y/N]
Aelion's eyes, sharp and analytical, scanned the information not once, but three times, committing every line and cryptic symbol to memory.
He noted the absence of a skills list and found he could not access any form of inventory.
The tools and abilities he had spent years mastering in the tutorial were locked away, leaving him with only this foundational data.
But the Talents were visible. They were core, intrinsic, and he needed to understand them. He focused his will on the Talent line.
The screen responded instantly, the section expanding to reveal the same two entries in greater detail.
[Talents: Pristine Immaculate Body(EX Rank), Seed of End(A Rank)]
Aelion focused on the first line of his status, his will commanding the screen to reveal more. He clicked on the first talent.
[Pristine Immaculate Body(EX Rank)]
[Description: The Physique Formed due to burning of all the impurities in the body by the Flames of ???, Appears only once a ]
[Effect 1: Effect of all the Treasures triple]
[Effect 2: No limit on Consumption of Treasures]
[Effect 3: All impurities will be tripled]
[Drawback 1: Body returns to Pure State]
Aelion's eyes narrowed as he scanned the information again, parsing the staggering benefits and the cryptic drawbacks.
According to the description, this talent wasn't something he was born with; it was formed by the white flames of the final trial.
They had scoured him, and this was the result.
His mind immediately seized on the final line. How could his body returning to a pure state be a drawback?
It implied a constant reset, a potential inability to hold onto permanent physical enhancements, rendering any temporary strengthening futile.
It was a blessing of purity that could also be a cage.
Without wasting time on further contemplation, he clicked on the next talent.
[Seed of End (A rank)]
[Description: The talent formed due to you fusing with the Seed of the End]
[Effect 1: Grants the Main Class
[Effect 2: Grants an extra Main class]
[Effect 3: Killing monsters grants Strands of End]
His gaze sharpened on the description.
This, too, was not an innate talent but a direct consequence of his actions—specifically, fusing with the Seed Samuel had called his own heart.
A cold realization dawned on him.
If both of these monumental abilities were formed and not awakened from within... then did he even have a natural talent of his own?
Samuel had said everyone awakens a talent. Why, then, did he seem to have none?
He was a vessel filled with borrowed or forged power, a construct of extreme circumstances.
He forcibly suppressed the whirlwind of questions rising in his heart.
This was not the time for existential doubt.
This was the time for action.
His gaze fell to the final, persistent prompt at the bottom of the screen.
[Do you want to enter the sublimation Realm?]
[Y/N]
There was only one answer. With a thought as sharp and final as a falling blade, he clicked the 'Y'.
The moment his decision was made, the formless space around him reacted violently.
A sound like shattering crystal filled the void as hairline fractures spread across the darkness, leaking a vibrant, emerald light.
One crack directly before him broke open with a roar, and the darkness peeled away like brittle parchment to reveal an endless expanse of lush, green plains under a clear, sunny sky.
The air that washed over him was rich with the scent of earth and growing things.
In the span of a single heartbeat, the transition was complete. Aelion no longer floated in a void before a screen.
He stood, his feet firmly on soft grass, the vastness of the Sublimation Realm stretching out before him.
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Mass release goals:
5 Reviws(10 Chapters)(Progress: 0/5)
50 Power stones(1 Chapter)(Progress: 0/50)