Ashur-ll'Zhara whispered to the fabric of creation and embedded within Omary a *System* — invisible, unconscious, tied to his will to grow. *A fusion of Titan cosmic energy, Qi, and Mana*, each tied to progression not by training alone, but by choice, thought, experience.
Ashur-ll'Zhara didn't speak. He only watched.
***
Omary woke up choking, disoriented in a body not his. Thin, grey limbs. Eyes too large. He looked around — vast alien halls, starfire lamps, murmuring beings.
"What… what is this? I was—" His memories clashed with his new instincts.
*[SYSTEM INSTALLED]*
*Welcome, Host: Omary. Your journey begins. Evolve, or perish.*
No one noticed the change at first. The body he inherited was low-tier, a failed disciple. But soon, his decisions changed everything.
Instead of relying on standard cultivation of cosmic energy, Omary experimented on other energies too. He split his Qi into patterns. He merged Titan resonance with mana constructs. He made unstable mixtures — but learned faster than any disciple.
His first breakthrough came not in a training hall, but in the kitchens, using refined stardust ash to create a minor explosion that activated a hidden nerve network in his alien body. From there, he advanced quickly.
Ashur observed as *fate trembled*.
Omary should have died at least once — yet he didn't. The timeline shifted. Paths once collapsed were now delayed. Neila noticed him. Excap grew curious.
Ashur watched as the *thread of doom frayed* — no longer absolute.
Was it hope? Or was it a new doom he had made?
Still, Ashur-ll'Zhara remained silent. For now, he was only the observer, letting the experiment unfold. But deep within the weave of fate, something had changed.
*A thread not meant to exist… was now the center of the storm.*
And far away, something in the void stirred — for not only gods watch fate
In the sect once ignored by fate, Omary began to reshape the inevitable.
He hid his confusion well, adapting fast. Though alien in form, his human instincts gave him an edge no one could predict. Where the Grey disciples followed ritual and tradition, Omary questioned, tested, rewired the ancient teachings into something new.
When others meditated to sense Titan energies, Omary *mapped its flow* like circuitry, tapping into hidden veins none could perceive with the help of His *System* which evolved him, unlocking abilities suited to his evolution, not the world's rules.
*[Titanic Resonance: Layer 1 Awakened]*
*[Parallel Thought Process: Activated]*
*[Spiritual Catalyst: Created]*
In time, his strange insights brought him attention. Not all welcomed it. Many feared him. But *Neila*, the sect's most gifted star-singer, watched with growing interest. She saw something in him — not just strength, but purpose.
And *Excap*, the cold genius of theoretical cultivation, known for never trusting anyone, challenged Omary — and lost. Not in a fight, but in logic. For the first time, someone could counter Excap's calculations and improve them.
Omary extended his hand.
"Stop walking alone. Help me change this fate."
They both agreed — curious, uncertain, but drawn in.
Together, the three reshaped their sect's teachings.
- Neila infused cosmic harmonics into Omary's evolving arts, creating *Fate-Weaving Mantras*.
- Excap reverse-engineered parts of Omary's system without seeing it, creating artificial augmentations for other disciples.
Ashur-ll'Zhara watched silently. This single soul — foreign, unplanned — now gathered allies, and unknowingly forged a new timeline.
The *System* adapted too.
*[Companions Recognized: Neila – Cosmic Star-Singer | Excap – Logic Architect]*
*[Shared Evolution Path: Activated]*
More fate-threads snapped.
Visions once filled with fire and death… now shifted. The war with the Dark King no longer looked one-sided. The Doom that once collapsed this world now paused — as if waiting.
But danger remained.
The Dark King had not forgotten this world.
And still, Omary had no idea a god watched through his eyes… testing fate itself.
Ashur only whispered to the winds:
*"Let's see how far you'll go, mortal."