Indera Sarwajagat stepped out of the Cosmic gate. He stood in the middle of an endless field of blooming flowers, stretching far beyond the horizon. For a moment, he stood still, gazing at the ground of this new world.
"The World of Malura.... I must grow stronger to survive. What can I possibly achieve if I remain weak? The only path to power is to become a witch. The question is... where do I even begin? I don't even know where this is," he muttered to himself.
Witches were divided into fifteen levels, with the fifteenth also known as the peak, rumored to achieve eternal life.
The strongest witch at present was at the fourteenth level—Kencana Pawana.
Indera Sarwajagat furrowed his brows.
Eka Cakerawala had also reached the fourteenth level. Such was fate—unpredictable and cruel. Even someone who stood at the peak of humanity like Eka Cakerawala had fallen at the hands of the Supreme Ruler of Eternal Holy Court.
"No matter how powerful the people of Malura is, and no matter how weak the people of earth remain, no being is truly eternal," Indera Sarwajagat muttered to himself.
Indera Sarwajagat stood in contemplation for a few moments before realizing something. Though his expression remained unchanged, his eyes widened slightly in suprise.
This vast field of flowers was none other than Nalar blossom field. These flowers were commonly used to form first, second, and third divine cores! Because of their value, they were highly sought by witches around the world.
"I can use these flowers to form my first divine core and sell the rest in the markets of the nearest kingdom's capital," Indera Sarwajagat thought to himself.
But then, another thought cross his mind, this massive Nalar blossom field was surely claimed by some empire or kingdom.
"... Whatever."
"Hah..."
Indera Sarwajagat exhaled deeply before scanning his surroundings.
He plucked a single Nalar Blossom and sat cross-legged. Without hesitation, he consumed the entire flower, despite its unbearable bitterness.
As he chewed and swallowed the ruined petals, they slowly liquefied and were absorbed by his organs.
"URGHH!"
A sharp pain erupted in his skull, as if his brain were boiling. Blood dripped from his eyes, nose, and mouth, while his body felt as though it was being devoured by flames, burning him from the inside out.
After two hours.
Indera Sarwajagat clenched his teeth, enduring the unbearable pain. At last, he has successfully formed his first divine core. His vision blurred from the overwhelming agony before he collapsed, unconscious in the middle of the vast Nalar Blossom field.
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Indera Sarwajagat had now reached the first level, where the first divine core was formed.
The second level followed with the formation of the second divine core, and the third level, the third divine core took shape.
Finally, at the fourth level, all three divine cores merged into a single solid main core. Allowing witches to absorb natural energy and refine it into the core essence within themselves.
Of course, Indera Sarwajagat is now one of the countless witches pursuing their respective desire.
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Indera Sarwajagat awoke from his slumber. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he found himself lying on an old, worn-out bed.
A strange feeling washed over him as he realized he was inside a decaying old house. The wooden walls were cracked and weathered, with sunlight piercing through the gaps, casting faint streaks of light across the dim abandoned room. The air was thick with silence, as though the house had long been forsaken by its original owner.
CREAKKKK!
The door swung open.
A tall man with neatly tied white hair stepped inside the worn-down house. His hair, reaching his waist, gaving him the appearance of a deity. His physique seems ordinary, but his attire was layered, consisting of two elegant robes, predominantly white, with intricate red floral patterns embroidered on the fabric.
"I don't know who he is. Even Eka Cakerawala never met him. I need to stay alert." Indera Sarwajagat quickly assessed the situation.
"I am Sekuik Mulya. I have been watching you since you first set foot in this world. Now, tell me, why have you come here?" Sekuik Mulya asked.
Indera Sarwajagat was stunned.
Before he could response, Sekuik Mulya continued, "The Eternal Holy Court... HaHaHa! Your name?"
Indera Sarwajagat paused for a moment before replying, "Indera Sarwajagat..."
Seeing that you are only at the first level, from this day forward, you are my disciple!
"Hah?!"
Indera Sarwajagat was shocked once again.
"What do you mean?" asked Indera Sarwajagat.
"As you heard, follow me." Sekuik Mulya instructed.
Indera Sarwajagat hurried after him, his heart pounding. He remained on high alert.
Sekuik Mulya noticed this.
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A few hours later.
"We've arrived," Sekuik Mukya announced.
"Huff, huff, huff..." Indera Sarwajagat exhaled heavily, exhausted.
"You're already tired? Jagat~ Jagat~ Oh! Can I call you Jagat?"
"Sure..."
"Alright, sit in front of me."
Indera Sarwajagat sat cross-legged on a fairly clean rock, facing Sekuik Mulya who was also seated on a slightly higher rock.
"Do you know the history of the world of Malura?" Sekuik Mukya asked.
"No," Indera Sarwajagat replied.
Though he already know most of it due to inheriting Eka Cakerawala's memories and knowledge. His wisdom now wasn't that of a 17-year-old boy.
Sekuik Mulya began to speak, "Three hundred thousand years ago, before the Eternal Holy Court agreed to name this world Malura, it had no name. Even though everyone in this world spoke the same language, they constantly waged war against each other for their own interests."
He continued, "This world is vast. Fate is unpredictable. No being lives forever, not even the Supreme Leader of the Eternal Holy Court. Malura, the first witch of this world. She only lived for more than eight hundred thousand years, even though her lifespan could have reached a million years. She was also the one who created the Malurian Ascension System."
Indera Sarwajagat sat and listened attentively.
Sekuik Mulya stood up from his seat and said, "That's enough for today."
He patted Indera Sarwajagat on the shoulder.
Soon, both of them arrived in front of the word-down house.
NGUNNGG~ NGUNNGG~
"Erghhh!" Indera groined in pain.
Sekuik Mulya laughed, "HaHaHa! You'll get used to that buzzing sound eventually."
The only thing Indera Sarwajagat lacked at the moment was experience.
Even so, he had been quite mature during his life on Earth. He was someone who didn't talk much, enjoyed drawing, reading books, and writing.
Not knowing how to fight was his greatest weakness—both on earth and in the world of Malura.