"To accept fate is to follow a path already carved. To defy it is to wield the blade that cuts through the unknown."
"The threads of destiny are not unbreakable. They are waiting for the hands bold enough to weave them anew."
"A pawn obeys. A king commands. But the Weaver of Fate reshapes the board itself."
The moment Ryuxian accepted the Successor Mark, the ruins collapsed into light.
The world around him shattered, dissolving into an endless sky of shifting constellations. His body felt weightless—unraveled and rewoven at the same time. His vision blurred as unseen hands remade him, threading fate itself into his very being.
[System Integration Complete.]
[The Successor's Body is Awakening.]
A pulse of power surged through him.
His serpentine form trembled, his scales burning with unfamiliar energy. And then—his body shifted.
For the first time since his reincarnation, his coils unwound, his form stretching, twisting—until he was no longer bound to the shape of a serpent. He can no longer feel the coldness that he afraid for the first time he felt so light then the form and golden light emerged.
Finally his feet touched the ground,
His breath came in sharp, steady and unsteady gasps.
And as he slowly raised his head, his reflection took shape within the cosmic expanse.
His humanoid form.
A tall, lean frame draped in midnight silk, embroidered with golden constellations that shifted with his breath. His arms—no longer covered in scales but marked with celestial runes, symbols that pulsed faintly with the power of fate. His nails were sharp, tinged with the same darkness that had once coiled around him as threads.
And his eyes—
No longer the amber hue of his past self.
Instead, they burned with amethyst fire.
Power!
It coursed through him, refined, controlled—his own.
[New Skill Unlocked: Fate's Dominion]
[You can now alter the probability of minor future events.]
Ryuxian exhaled, flexing his fingers.
"This…" He tilted his head, smirking. "This is gonna be interesting." now I'm ready to Bully that scorpion..
A soft chuckle echoed in the celestial abyss.
The God of Fate observed him with unreadable eyes, her presence as vast as the cosmos itself.
"You wear it well..
He grinned. "Was there ever a doubt?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she raised her hand—and a new thread appeared.
Unlike the Black Thread that had once bound him, this one was woven from silver and gold, pulsing like a heartbeat. It hovered between them, waiting.
"A successor's trial awaits, little serpent."
Her voice held something different this time. Not a challenge. Not amusement.
Expectation.
"Do you still intend to fight fate?"
Ryuxian reached out.
His fingers brushed the thread—
He opened his mouth to ask something then suddenly system stopped him.
[Successor's Trial: The Loom of Fate Begins.]
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The universe swallowed him whole.
For a fleeting moment, there was nothing. No sound, no air, no sensation—just the vast, endless void of the celestial abyss.
Then, like a star igniting, he existed again.
Rebirth is not a gift; it is a challenge.
What you become is the only answer that matters."
"Power does not change who you are—it reveals who you were meant to be."
"To awaken is not merely to see with new eyes, but to command the vision itself."
Ryuxian's breath hitched as his senses rushed back all at once. His body still felt foreign, stretched and unfamiliar in this new humanoid form. He lifted a hand, observing the pale skin beneath the soft glow of fate's realm.
And then, strands of white-silver hair cascaded over his shoulders.
Long. Soft. A luminous sheen that reflected the swirling cosmos around him.
He reached up, running his fingers through it—his hair. He barely had time to process the thought before he realized something else.
I'm… naked. Wait !
Am I child!! Now ...??!
Are you serious like ! Seriously..??!!
Well !! You're in his body!
Don't you like it !! Nope nah nah ! Not like that
He murmerd it's better than being a snake!.
A sharp cough left him. "You could've warned me about this part."
A soft laugh echoed in response. The God of Fate, still floating above, regarded him with a hint of amusement. With a flick of her fingers, a set of garments materialized before him.
The attire settled around him seamlessly.
A white tunic, embroidered with flowing red patterns that shimmered faintly, fitting him perfectly. The fabric was unlike anything he had ever touched—weightless yet rich, woven from threads of pure celestial energy. The sleeves were fitted, adorned with faint silver sigils, and the high collar hugged his neck, lending him a regal presence.
Even without a mirror, he could tell—this attire belonged to a successor.
"Better?" the God of Fate asked, her voice light.
Ryuxian exhaled. "Yeah, much better."
Then, without warning—
> [Successor's Trial: The Loom of Fate Begins.]
In a distance in the void space the big mansion the majestic feel he can't compare to anything. He remember of seeing horror movie houses but it's totally different the mansion itself alive, the red and golden celestial energy of fate and the mansion wears the fate thread as attire. Within a glance you can tell. The awwness he never even when he saw God of Fate.
Then the sound echoes threw ruins
"Fate does not test the weak. It forges those who dare to break free."
"The greatest power is not to see the future—it is to create one."
"A thread unwoven is a fate unclaimed. A destiny unchallenged is a cage in disguise."
The space around him twisted.
The Trial Begins
The ground beneath his feet shattered,
A surge of power ripped through reality as Ryuxian found himself falling.
The world around him shattered like fragile glass.
The celestial realm twisted, folding into something else. A labyrinth of shifting stardust and cosmic threads sprawled before him. The air hummed with unseen energy, and at the center of it all—glowing, pulsing like a heartbeat—was a Loom.
The Massive can't even touch in his finger, it was divine and ancient.
Threads of fate wove through its frame, each strand containing infinite possibilities, countless futures intertwining and unraveling at the will of something far beyond mortal comprehension.
A voice—her voice—whispered in the air.
"To wield fate, one must first understand it."
A pulse of energy struck Ryuxian, forcing him to his knees. His entire being trembled as the weight of something far greater than himself settled upon him.
His own fate—his very existence—was being rewritten in real time.
His hands clenched into fists. He refused to bow.
Not to fate. Not to anyone.
The Loom of Fate's Test
The threads of the Loom pulsed, shifting. A single black thread unraveled, floating before him.
"This is your fate."
The God of Fate's voice echoed around him, her presence felt but unseen.
"To become my successor, you must weave your own path."
Ryuxian narrowed his eyes. His fate—his very essence—was being laid bare before him, waiting for his touch. But as his fingers brushed against the thread, visions erupted in his mind.
Vision One: The Unraveled Thread
A future where he faded into nothingness. His existence, erased. No second chance, no power, no name. Just a forgotten whisper in the cosmos.
His eyes lit expanded and his breath begin heavy!
A failure.
Vision Two: The Bound Thread
A future where he was bound to fate's will. A puppet, a tool, a mere extension of the God of Fate's desires. A successor, but not free. This time he felt souless the emptiness felt to chock his neck.
A caged ruler.
Vision Three: The Thread He Wove Himself
A future he had yet to carve. Undefined. Unwritten. His own fate, forged by his own hands. This time, his emotions is different from all but hes scared of holding the thread but for once atleast for once he wants to live for himself
A true successor.
The Loom pulsed. The choice was his.
A Fate of His Own Making
With a deep breath, Ryuxian grabbed the black thread.
Not to sever it.
Not to be controlled by it.
But to weave it into something entirely his own.
Threads of silver light erupted from his fingertips, intertwining with the black fate. His power surged—his very soul burning as he refined it.
The Loom shuddered. The entire celestial plane quaked.
And then—
The thread solidified.
No longer black.
But a deep, shimmering stardust hue—the exact color of his own eyes.
A new fate. One that belonged only to him.
The Celestial Reward
The Loom fell silent.
The God of Fate appeared before him, her expression unreadable—but there was something in her gaze. Approval? Amusement? Maybe both.
She raised a hand, and before him, a single gemstone formed.
A fragment of the Loom. A condensed star. A piece of fate itself.
And it was the same color as his newly woven thread.
"You have done well."
The gem floated toward him, embedding itself into a delicate chain that appeared around his neck.
[Celestial Artifact Acquired: Fate's Starstone]
The moment it touched his skin, a pulse of warmth filled him. His power stabilized. His evolution—his transformation—was complete.
The God of Fate smiled.
"You are no longer just a pawn of destiny, Ryuxian."
"You are now a Weaver of Fate."
(Hope you won't be an another fallen) She muttered
And with that—
The celestial realm vanished.
And Ryuxian opened his eyes to a new world.
"Few are given the chance to touch fate. Fewer still are bold enough to claim it as their own."
"A successor is not chosen. A successor is one who chooses."
"The cosmos is not ruled by those who follow the stars, but by those who dare to reshape their constellations."