With a slight reconfiguration, he moved a node. A childhood trauma dissolved. Another node—his fear of existential failure—rewired into calm curiosity. He smiled.
He was rewriting *himself.*
Suddenly, a whisper echoed through the chamber—not from outside, but within his own IPS field. A phenomenon born from achieving what only theoreticians once dreamed of.
> *IPS Singularity Threshold Reached.*
> *System Notice: You have unlocked the cognitive faculty—[THOUGHTFORGE]*
*[THOUGHTFORGE]* – The ability to design, simulate, and implant conceptual structures in the human mind. These are not just ideas. They are "architected realities," able to influence, rewire, and elevate the cognition of others with mathematical precision. Teaching. Guiding. Manipulating. Enlightening. *All at will.*
> "This... this is not power. This is the divine blueprint."
And as if reacting to the moment, the walls of the observatory bent outward—reacting to the new neural frequencies he emitted. Reality acknowledged him. Light warped. Sound trembled.
> *"To shape thought… is to shape history."*
Outside, the skies rumbled. The tectonics of fate had begun to move. But within the Architect's sanctum, silence remained… save for a slow, calculated breath.
Auron closed his eyes.
> "Now… let's begin the true Targich."