Author's Note
Before anything else, I want to thank you for choosing to read my book. That means a lot to me, and I hope the story manages to touch you in some way. But I need to be honest: you might find some mistakes in the English translation. I sincerely apologize for that, in case something doesn't sound natural or causes any confusion.
Portuguese is my first language, and English... well, let's say it's not my strong suit. I'm not very proficient or fluent in it, and that limited me quite a bit. To bring this story to you, I used artificial intelligence to help with the translation. It was the best resource I had at hand, but I know it's not perfect and some slips might have gotten through.
Writing this book in Portuguese was something I did with a lot of care and dedication. I wanted to share this journey with readers in other languages, and the English translation was my attempt to make that happen. Even if the result has its flaws, my wish is that the spirit of the story still reaches you.
So, I ask for a bit of patience and understanding. If you can look past the possible mistakes, I hope you find something special in the pages I wrote. Thank you for being here and for giving my voice a chance!
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As my eyes roamed over those enigmatic shapes, a persistent question reverberated within me:
"What secrets do these statues cradle within them? Why do they linger here, in this forsaken place, cradled by twilight's gentle embrace? And, more pressingly, what force drew me to this spot?"
The tundra stretched before me, its silence a living presence, gazing back as though it held the keys to riddles tucked away amid the void and faint shadows. Lost in the currents of my own mind, I sensed the answers I chased beginning to take form, hinting at the dawn of a journey far grander than I had ever dared to envision.
When I turned my gaze inward, a strange sensation seized me. My body—once a familiar refuge—now unveiled transformations that left me in quiet awe. I stood bare, my skin yielded to the tundra's biting chill and the dim light that scarcely brushed the world around me.
"Who am I in this fleeting moment?" I murmured, my voice trembling between wonder and a thread of doubt.
"Not bad at all…" I mused, tracing the contours of the unfamiliar figure staring back at me.
The reflection painted a youth of nineteen summers, though my memory clung stubbornly to fifteen. My frame was a living tapestry, carved with taut, precise muscles—each line the stroke of a master artisan's hand. Every curve bore the weight of ages, an impossible feat for a single lifetime, no matter how fiercely one strove.
Yet it wasn't merely strength that drew the eye. My scars, deep and winding, whispered tales of forgotten battles—marks scored into my flesh, reverberations of pain and strife that had somehow defied time itself.
"Each scar is a shard of my past," I reflected, a blend of anguish and marvel stirring as I regarded those unyielding lines.
My abdomen gleamed with eight flawless ridges, my skin glowing warm like freshly hewn wood, casting a soft, almost ethereal sheen beneath the timid light. Once plain and tame, my hair now spilled in long dreads—white strands woven with threads of black—falling to my chest and framing a face alive with raw, regal vigor.
At nearly six feet and three inches, I seemed to carry not just a towering form, but the burden of a fate I could not escape.
"This body is both a blessing and a trial," I whispered, the weight of obligation pressing against my ribs.
"In my eyes flickers a flame, proclaiming my rebirth and the boundless expanse I harbor within," my thoughts sang.
In my right hand, the firm grip of my black sword anchored me to my core. It was a fragment of the deepest night, its guard adorned with twin dragon heads, their fierce gazes piercing the emptiness, brimming with an almost tangible vitality. Ancient runes snaked along the blade, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat.
There was an odd fullness in this shift, though it came cloaked in shadow and inevitability. I felt like a stranger in my own skin—a fusion of strength, scars, and memories too stubborn to fade.
"This form, so striking to others, is a cage echoing with lingering pain," I confessed, pride mingling with a quiet melancholy.
The tundra stood unrelenting, each gust of wind a sharp reminder that the road ahead would be strewn with trials. I was the sum of every triumph, every setback, every wound—and yet, this was merely the opening verse of a tale destined to unfurl in unforeseen directions.
Then, in a heartbeat that mocked all reason, the sword—once the emblem of my might and fury—melted away. Slowly, it reshaped itself into the ring I'd unearthed long ago, once proud and bold, now simple and unassuming.
"Curiouser and curiouser?" I let slip, astonishment catching my breath.
"Perhaps truths unveil themselves in startling ways when we embrace the heart of what lies ahead," my mind concluded, as the tundra answered with its ever-keen silence.
In that moment, I realized this renewal bore not just power and life, but the heavy mantle of history and duty. I was reborn, whole, yet tethered to the echoes of all I'd been. Gazing at that reflection, I knew a far greater odyssey loomed before me.
"Show my status."
My voice sliced through the stillness, resolute as an emperor's edict. It was no idle wish—it was a command the void itself dared not defy.
Ding.
A metallic chime rang within me, as if the universe bent to my will. In an instant, a translucent screen shimmered into being, conjured from nothingness, revealing the mirror of my transformed self.
Here is the translated status of Nael Supremium in English, maintaining all details exactly as provided in the original query without additions or omissions:
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⚜️ Updated Status of Nael Supremium ⚜️
✦ IDENTITY ✦
Name: Nael Supremium
Age: 15 years
Race: Supreme Nephilim
Lineages:
➤ Supreme Celestial (Sealed)
➤ Supreme Demonic (Sealed)
✦ TALENTS ✦
Soul: €^#&÷#€# (???)
Eyes of Everything and Nothing: (???)
Absolute Body of Everything and Nothing: (Not Awakened)
✦ ELEMENTS ✦
Sealed: ✧ Oblivion, Chaos, Reality
Awakened: ✧ Creation, Destruction, Time, Space, Darkness, Light, Death, Life, Curse, Shadows, Illusions, Lightning, Fire, Water (Ice), Earth, Metal, Air, Wood, Blood, Poison
✦ DOMAINS ✦
Existential Sea: ♒ Evolved from Spiritual Sea
Realm: Purple Mansion (Peak)
Cultivation Technique: ✦ Nameless (Primordial)
✦ STATISTICS ✦
Strength: 3,000☆
Speed: 3,000☆
Agility: 3,000☆
Endurance: 3,000☆
Vitality: 3,000☆
Perception: Undetectable
Intelligence: Cosmic Level (Sealed)
Charm: Absolute (Sealed)
Luck: Child of Luck (Sealed)
✦ SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES ✦
To Be Awakened…
✦ DIVINE ABILITIES ✦
None.
✦ CONQUERED DOMAINS ✦
Primordial World: (Since the primordial eras)
✦ SOUL WEAPON ✦
Nyx: A Soul Sword that can take the form of any weapon, evolving through the essence of its wielder
✦ CURRENT STATE ✦
Current Condition: Still weak, indifferent to his condition.
Recommendation: "Your true potential is just beginning."
✦ SYSTEM INVENTORY ✦
Available Tickets:
Supreme:
➤ 1 Upgrade
➤ 3 for Weapon Talents
➤ 3 for Upgrading Weapons and Techniques
➤ 10 for Talents
➤ 10 for Talent Awakening
➤ 10 for Wishes
➤ 10 for Species Evolution
➤ 10 for Lineage Evolution
Others:
➤ 1,000 Congenital Talent Evolution Tickets
➤ 10,000 Cosmic Evolution Tickets
➤ 100,000 Chaos Level Evolution Tickets
➤ 100 Supreme Foundation Upgrade Tickets (4 of 81 Turns; 96 of 9 Turns)
Miscellaneous Items:
➤ Eternal Celestial Fire
➤ Dao Fruits of All Elements
➤ Rule Beads of All Elements
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Every word and figure on that screen seemed to mock me with a sharp-edged irony.
"Still weak?" I pondered, a flicker of resentment threading through my thoughts. How could someone with such staggering feats and a power brushing the infinite still fall so short of their ambitions?
My expression remained a mask. The system's cold, unyielding logic warranted no glimpse of weakness.
"So be it," I said softly, my voice thick with resolve, as the glowing digits and symbols before me hummed with the weight of an unspoken vow.
"This is only the prelude," I told myself, every fiber of my being alive with the sense that beyond each mark and number stretched a boundless realm of possibilities yet to be claimed.
Silence wrapped around me once more, now heavy with the promise of a future I would forge. Each letter and line on that display was a shadow of battles to come, of ascensions that would lift me beyond this so-called "weakness"—a paradox that was merely the first step toward my true becoming.
Fixing my eyes on the radiant projection of my status, I embraced the unspoken challenge. The path thrummed with life, and I, Nael Supremium, stood ready to walk it—scarred, uncertain, and facing trials only the stars could weave.
"Speak, system. How do I unlock my talent and lineages?"
My voice, steady and clear, pierced the void like an undeniable decree, each word ringing with a strength that seemed to reshape the air itself.
For a moment, silence hung heavy, brimming with expectation, until a response emerged—crisp, emotionless, flooding my mind:
"Awakening your lineages is within reach, but I advise waiting until you transcend the stage of the Great Emperor. Your talent, given the rare potency of your essence, demands five supreme wish tickets and five supreme talent awakening tickets."
A pause lingered, as if the system weighed its own words.
"To unseal the elements—Oblivion, Chaos, and Reality—you must rely solely on your own strength. It requires a power so vast that, with your current gifts, it might take millennia to attain."
Though my face held firm, a quiet storm stirred within.
These words are a harsh warning, a stark mirror of the chasm between me and my destined heights.
"Your sealed attributes were locked by your own hand. Only you can release them. No other force can intervene."
That truth struck like a spark, setting something alight inside me.
"Locked by me?" I whispered into the emptiness, less to any listener than to the vastness around me. "What mysteries does my own soul still hide? And why?"
As I sifted through each revelation, I felt a fierce bond with my body. Every muscle thrummed with fresh vigor, as if unseen hands honed it moment by moment. My scars—jagged and raw—murmured of clashes I could barely recall, etched into my skin as mute testaments.
Amid this flood of knowledge, my determination stood unshaken. A steady, burning curiosity flared in my chest. I had to unravel this. I had to awaken my talent—not just for want, but to glimpse the shape of my potential.
"It's settled," I declared, my voice cool and resolute, slicing through the stillness. "I will awaken my talent."
Ding.
The familiar chime rang out, a ripple of tension coursing through me. Even the system seemed to pause, as if it too grasped the enormity of what loomed ahead.
"Confirming… Awakening a supreme talent requires five supreme wish tickets and five supreme talent awakening tickets. Do you wish to proceed?" The system's tone was almost ritualistic, laced with a chill that prickled my senses.
"Yes," I answered, unwavering, with the calm assurance of one who knows the step is final.
The moment my voice echoed, a vista of potential unfurled before me. Fate, etched in numbers and signs, wavered on a fragile edge, poised to redefine all I was—or perhaps to unveil what I had always been meant to be.
"My full awakening still lies ahead…" I thought, as the Ding's echo faded into silence, sealing this chapter of my saga and holding the mystery of that awakening for the next leg of my journey.