He sat on the chair in the bedroom!
'I'm already showing my powers, and yet she still thinks they're just dead-eye powers. But it can't stay like this forever… one day, I'll have to tell her the truth about them!.... If possible I will contact, tomorrow again'
He thought as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.
'Ugh, this won't work in one try… it's going to hurt again. That's why I hate using creation power too much.'
He sighed hen closing his eyes, he focused deeply...
And he imagined:
Countless threads of mixed colors wrapping around his fingers, weaving together in his palm. They twisted and crossed each other, glowing softly, like living strings of light.
A programmed construct began to form, a circle made of almost endless looking—yet very few—networks of those shining threads. Crystals were embedded into it—many small ones, and two different ones among them. One was large and red, pulsing in the center like a heart, threads spreading from it to all others. The second was smaller, floating a little away, still bound to every crystal.
In his hand similarly a circle formed, but just to shatter instinctively.
He tried again and again, but it always shattered—every single time.
His hands were covered in dried blood, the skin torn by the sharp, thin threads.
He felt drained, frustrated. He shook his head, took a deep breath, straightened his posture, and began once more.
He dreamed of the same programming system again. This time, a perfect circle took shape in his palm. After a while, the exact thing he had seen in his dream floated above his hands. The threads slowly absorbed the blood leaking from his cut fingers, feeding on it as they moved.
He wasn't that skilled or strong yet in the Concept of Creation. He was only at the fourth segment—where one could make something that exists only in imagination, not in the real world. That's what he was doing.
In truth, he had used the Concept of Order more often than Creation.
Then suddenly, blood welled up behind his closed eyes and dripped onto the table.
Opening them, glowing crimson and filled with blood, he subconsciously commanded, "Purify."
He could control lifeless things without words—up to seven at once. It was the power of the third segment. But now, in the fourth, he could even order nature itself.
The threads obeyed, spinning so fast they vanished from sight. In moments, every trace of blood was gone.
"I order you to merge with the deepest part of my soul," he said to the large crystal at the center, his breathing heavy.
The crystal trembled, drifting toward him as the threads stretched and shimmered into visibility. He focused hard, ignoring the sharp pain burning in his eyes.
Every time he used the Concept of Creation for too long, the pain returned—pain that came from those churches revelations, where he had been forced to act without freedom, just for greater results.
Even after leaving that world, freedom never came.
The Entity, who was known asHuman, had once said—not said, it was said by the High Bishop, that He would exist everywhere, no matter the world. That Ibaan could still pray to Him—and He would answer through their instincts, if the information was worth knowing.
'I'll try praying after I contact the Dead Eye next time.'
Just then, the large crystal sank into his body, followed by the smaller one. The threads stayed visible for a moment through his eyes before they slipped inside, spreading through him.
Though sharp enough to cut anything, once woven they became harmless and invisible—seen only by those with vampire vision.
Vampire vision was a special to only of thode with pure bloodline of vampires—which had gone extinct a thousands of year ago—though there were some still alive but secretly, even the ancient vampires.
Anyway, he was completely worn out.
And right then, a red-colored construct appeared in front of him.
[Integration Detected!]
[Do you want to update the relic?]
[Yes / No]
With a long sigh, Ibaan leaned back in his chair. "Yes."
[Updating the Relic…]
He felt empty, yet calm. There was nothing else he wished to do—except sleeping, he even dismissed the idea of first eating something. However he first needed to show the woven construct—similar to so called "system" of the school,
He stood up slowly, the weaved system floating gently in his hands.
After wiping the blood from his face, he carried them and walked toward the kitchen.
…
There she was in the kitchen, sitting on the shelf, her head resting on her knees.
Every week, she had sat like this—alone, curling into herself, as if carrying a burden that had lasted for ages. Something that hurt her, weighed her down.
The original Ibaan never asked her why. He already knew her past, knew the pain she might still carry.
Shaking off his thoughts, he stepped into the kitchen. She lifted her head and noticed something glowing in his palm.
*
Her eyes widened. Countless glowing threads, shimmering in every hue, formed a circle. Crystals were embedded in it, and some threads seemed to dive into his body.
'He's done already! Amazing!' she thought.
Ibaan walked toward her, a tired smile on his face. "I've finished weaving."
Before she could say anything, he closed his eyes, focused and determined. One crystal—slightly larger than the rest—shook. It was connected to all the other crystals through threads.
It floated toward her and vanished into her body, followed by the smaller crystals. The threads spread inside her, forming a bridge between them. The main thread connecting their bodies shimmered, then slowly disappeared into the thin air.
A familiar panel appeared:
[Relic Fusion Commencing…]
Her eyes lit up as numbers flashed in her mind.
1%… 25%… 50%… 80%… 100%.
[Relic Successfully Bound.]
[Updating Framework…]
'Oh wow… this is impressive!' she thought as a wave of amazement and excitement washed through her heart. 'I want that power too... Next time I would really ask 'Qualris' to give this power back.'
She looked at him. From his expression, he was exhausted.
'He really looks exhausted from weaving it...He must be , after all this isn't easy....I must praise him, with love... hehe'
Standing up, she closed the distance between them, and to his surprise, grabbing his head with both of her soft hands, she kissed him softly on his forehead.
He really blushed this time—last time he didn't even flutter or say anything, but now he did.
Following that, she hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body due to the tiredness.
She also blushed a little, and then turned away, walking slowly toward the fridge, as if seeing her fused system contruct now.
*
Being in an awkward situation—rather, in a moment where he didn't know what to do.
But just then, the construct materialized before him, and Ibaan sank into the dining chair as it did.
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[Relic Updated]
[???]
Status:
Name: Ibaan De Light
Codename: Mask of Dawn [Leader]
> Members: Mask of Dusk
> Discussions: |Open□ Close■|
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Space: [Divine Sword]
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'It… really worked!' Ibaan sighed, closing the relic and then yawned. 'I'll check her status later… I just want to sleep now.'
Looking at Selpe, who was busy now monitoring the system, he said, his voice tired, "I won't have dinner tonight. I'm going to sleep."
She turned to him, eyes shining. "Oh, why? Sleeping on an empty stomach isn't good for your health…"
With a small shrug, he said, "I'm tired. I don't feel like eating."
"Oh… alright then."
With that, Ibaan headed back to his bedroom and sank into bed.
***
Selpe sat on the kitchen shelf, her head pressed to her knees.
'Father! Mother! This time I will find you. I will meet you. In the eyes of others you are dead—even our bloodline, but Qualris told me you're alive. He said Mother is alive. I must grow strong. I must take my revenge. This time I will succeed. I will break this clan's curse and Qualris will unseal my power… and I will make him pay. I will kill 'Him'. He will beg me for mercy. He will suffer forever.'
Tears filled her eyes and fell onto her knees.
'Father! Mother! I… I… I miss you so much. I can't bear it… I just can't…'
It was the same as always. She missed her parents who were gone long ago. She always yearned for them. She always cried alone, hiding her hurt. Her grief burned her each day.
Her voice broke, shaking as the tears fell faster. "Father!! Mother!!"
*
Ibaan turned to the right side of the bed. With one eye slightly open, he noticed Selpe wasn't there.
She hadn't come back from the kitchen to sleep?