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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My mind still felt clouded, the images from the vision echoing like a dream both unsettling and enchanting in its strange allure.
"How long was I unconscious?" I asked the system, my voice steady yet laced with a faint weariness, as if the weight of the unknown pressed against me.
"One week," came the system's reply, its tone as frigid and unyielding as a winter gale.
When I finally rose to my feet, I cast a glance downward at my own form and sensed a shift—something profound had taken root. At first, it seemed unchanged, but a closer look revealed stark differences. My physique, once a point of pride I deemed flawless, now defied all words. Every inch of my skin appeared chiseled by divine hands, each muscle carved with an almost otherworldly precision, whispering tales of strength and endurance. My skin, still that deep, rich chocolate shade, shimmered faintly, as though I had drunk deep from the wells of chaos and creation.
The scars that once mapped my body had all but faded, leaving only the deepest—etched reminders of battles fought and pains borne. They stood as quiet sentinels of my path, proof that my form was not merely mighty but a living testament to survival. Only 7% of my skin still carried these marks, yet each pulsed with life, thrumming with the memories of all I'd endured. This was a body forged for war, crafted to strike awe in foes and command reverence from allies. But I couldn't dwell there—something urgent tugged at my focus.
I closed my eyes for a fleeting moment, yet the world refused to dim. Every sound, every texture, every ripple in the air pierced my mind with startling clarity. When I opened them again, the world blazed anew—vivid, intense, as if I were beholding it for the first time.
Then, a jolt of wonder struck me. Peering inward, I saw beyond the surface. My organs glowed, each bathed in a distinct hue, as if guarding its own enigma. My heart, no mere beating flesh, seemed a vault of ancient wisdom—holding the secrets of every weapon, every element, a wellspring of untapped power. Each cell bore the universe's laws, etched like sacred runes, most vivid within my DNA.
And that was merely the dawn. My eyes now pierced the veil of the physical, unraveling space-time into a web of threads. Each strand whispered truths no mortal mind should grasp.
The flood of knowledge crashing into me was a tempest, threatening to sweep my consciousness away. Even with my eyes shut, the visions raged on—a maelstrom of beauty and dread I could barely fathom.
My soul stood firm against this torrent of power, but my mind grappled to keep pace. Deep within, I knew I'd need to stretch my awareness to wield what had stirred awake inside me.
Eyes still closed, I stepped forward, guided by an instinct I couldn't name. My path led me to a towering statue, and atop it rested a swath of black cloth. Something in its presence called to me. With hands trembling—not from fear, but from curiosity—I claimed it and, without hesitation, bound it over my eyes, shrouding them entirely.
To my astonishment, even blindfolded, I could still "see." Yet this vision was gentler, tempered, as if the universe had granted me a breath amid the storm, a chance to steady myself.
"Just as I suspected—this fabric is a balm," I murmured, gratitude washing over me like a quiet tide.
The cloth melded seamlessly with my dark skin, its contrast a silent emblem of my new self. With it, I could veil the chaos now simmering behind my gaze, readying myself to master the power blooming within.
"This is only the beginning," I whispered, tightening the knot as though each twist sealed a pact with my fate.
I knew time would be my ally in taming this change. The universe has shifted, and so have I, poised now at the edge of a road brimming with trials and boundless promise, I thought, the stillness around me humming with the dawn of something vast.
Even veiled, I felt time and space bending to my will. The awakening unfurled, and with each heartbeat, I drew nearer to becoming the lord of chaos—he who would embody all, and yet nothing at all.
Looking down, a swell of pride surged within me, as if this moment crowned my true essence. I might be cold, distant even, but here I found a power, a presence, I'd never known. Where others recoil at their own monstrous shadows, I saw mine as the seal of my rarity.
"This proves I am singular," I thought, my gaze catching something overlooked until now: two tattoos.
One, a sleek black cat, so finely wrought it seemed a creature of magic etched into my flesh. The other, a white serpent, pristine yet cloaked in mystery. These weren't mere markings—I felt their weight, hints of a greater truth yet to unfold.
Then, a chilling flash cut through me—a memory I'd lost: two eggs. Two eggs cradled in my hands, unnoticed, as my talent awoke. What transpired there? The recollection blurred, as if my mind sought to bury it.
"There's something concealed here…" I mused, a shiver tracing my spine.
Brushing aside the distant voices and commands, I honed in on what mattered. With resolve, I summoned the system: "Show me my status."
Ding!
The sound sliced the air, grave and resonant, as if the cosmos itself offered me a truth half-understood. As my status unfurled before me, a shadowed fulfillment settled in. It was as though my core had been laid bare—a revelation that didn't shock me but stirred a deep, faintly eerie satisfaction.
In that breath, every detail, every mark, every secret aligned to affirm I was no ordinary soul. These were harbingers of a fresh start, the murmur of a rising power that, even in its chill, proclaimed: This is me, and all will change.
Thus, with the tattoos, the cryptic eggs, and the unveiled status, a new chapter dawned—one where pride, power, and mystery wove together to carve my destiny.
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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: (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: 10,000☆
Speed: 10,000☆
Agility: 10,000☆
Endurance: 10,000☆
Vitality: ∞ (Infinite)
Perception: Undetectable
Intelligence: Cosmic Level (Sealed)
Charm: Absolute (Sealed)
Luck: Child of Fortune (Sealed)
✦ SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES ✦
Soul:
➤ Passive: Absolute Immunity to Curses and Soul Attacks
➤ Active: Soul Obliteration (Destroys souls utterly, with no return)
Eyes:
➤ Passives:
• Always See the Truth (Impossible to deceive; analyze and assimilate all)
• Create Absolute Illusions (Illusions become real in others' minds)
➤ Actives:
• Eye of Nightmares (Induces sanity-shattering nightmares)
• Null Eye (Nullifies laws, abilities, or powers)
• ??? (Unlockable in the future)
Body:
➤ Passives:
• Aura of the Absolute: (Fusion of three supreme auras)
• Body of the Absolute: (Eternal body, adapts and is immune to debuffs)
➤ Actives:
• Devour (Void)
• Absolute Destruction (Destruction)
• Materialization (Creation)
• Temporal Chaos (Time)
• Interdimensional Teleportation (Space)
• Shadow Slaves (Darkness)
• Divine Wrath (Light)
• Perpetual Death (Death)
• Revive (Life)
• King of Curses (Curse)
• Shadow Displacement (Shadows)
• Enter Dreams (Illusions)
• Judgment Lightning (Lightning)
• celestial Divine Fire and Infernal Demonic Fire (Fire)
• Purification (Water)
• Absolute Zero (Ice)
• Earthquakes (Earth)
• Magnetism (Metal)
• Flight (Wind)
• Blood Marks (Blood)
• Venom Extraction (Poison)
✦ DIVINE ABILITIES ✦
Absolute Control over Life: (Manipulates and recreates life at an absolute level)
✦ CONQUERED DOMAINS ✦
Primordial World: (Since primordial eras)
✦ SOUL WEAPON ✦
Nyx: A Soul Sword that can take the form of any weapon, evolving through its wielder's essence
✦ CURRENT STATE ✦
Current Condition: Still weak compared to supreme entities
Recommendation: "Your true potential is only just beginning."
✦ SYSTEM INVENTORY ✦
Available Tickets:
Supreme:
➤ 3 for Weapon Talents
➤ 3 for Weapon and Technique Upgrades
➤ 10 for Talents
➤ 5 for Talent Awakening
➤ 5 for Wishes
➤ 8 for Species Evolution
➤ 8 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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A torrent of overwhelming energy surged through me, as if each line of that status were being carved straight into my veins. Everything felt perfectly aligned, a symphony of order, yet a faint restlessness hung in the air—an elusive whisper of something vast and quiet, lurking in the shadows, biding its time to emerge and reshape all I knew. I didn't rely on the system to unlock the secrets already thrumming in my blood; the techniques were etched within me, poised to awaken at the slightest nudge of my will. What still slipped beyond my grasp would reveal itself in time, but what truly mattered was the transformation rooting itself deep in every fiber of my being.
These abilities, still taking shape, hummed within me, a constant echo of my own fragility. For all the power that cloaked me, I felt like a newborn—groping through twilight, far from the wholeness I craved. Memories of who I'd once been, and somehow still carried inside, clung stubbornly to life. My eyes, now changed, mirrored a self I barely knew. The urge to stand before a mirror tugged at me, but I held back—not out of fear, but a cool, steady calm that smothered any fleeting impulse. The shifts in my body, caught in passing glances, meant little; they bore a raw, graceful, striking edge, but I wasn't here to chase anyone's awe. The world was crumbling into chaos, and I, a lone wanderer, pressed forward toward something that defied all sense.
I lingered a moment before plunging into the depths of my Spiritual Sea. The sensation defied words—a crossing over some unseen boundary, a fragile line between the familiar and the unknown. Even blindfolded, I felt that realm with a sharpness that cut through me, as if some vital piece of myself sang in tune with its mystery.
Could this place cradle truths that only time will unveil? I wondered, my heartbeat pacing out the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
When I lifted the blindfold, reality struck with a clarity that almost burned. Before me sprawled a golden ocean, stretching beyond sight, its waves weaving a rhythm that birthed and dissolved endless threads of wisdom. It was as if the very air had stirred awake, bending to whoever dared gaze upon it. That tranquil flow hid a fearsome strength—a power I knew, instinctively, could swallow anyone who breached the edge of the small island my hands had shaped.
"Stay where you are," I whispered to myself, sensing those waters were no mere element. A single drop could lull someone into a deep slumber of understanding—until death, if need be—drowning even the strongest beneath the weight of truths too vast to hold.
Though I couldn't yet unravel every secret shimmering in that golden glow, a spark of something immense flickered in my chest. I turned my gaze to the island I'd raised—not just a speck of earth, but a sanctuary, a reflection of my power to shape what I felt. Trees in hues beyond naming stretched upward, each one cradling a tale yet untold, while the air swelled with the scent of countless blooms, painting the scene with a peace that somehow stirred unease. At the island's heart lay a golden lake, its waters streaming in four directions, linking to the boundless ocean of my Spiritual Sea. Delicate, intricate runes traced those currents—mystical wards ensuring that no mind, brushed even faintly by that golden energy, would slip into an eternal, gentle sleep, preserving the balance of all I'd called into being.
Nestled within that lake, wrapped in near-divine stillness, I found a small garden—a haven where rare plants took root. Even in its infancy, it radiated a beauty words couldn't cage. Every sprout pulsed with promise and raw life; flowers of nameless shades unfurled slowly, while tiny fruit-laden trees grew with quiet vigor. Time there bent to its own will, guided by forces I couldn't grasp, and though I ached to linger in that calm oasis, a voice within cautioned: I wasn't yet strong enough to stay.
What a beautiful garden, I mused, knowing each hidden wonder there demanded its own moment of discovery.
As whispers of a Primordial World murmured in my mind like echoes of a far-off tomorrow, I lifted my eyes to the horizon. There, in the depths of that endless golden ocean, a lone pearl gleamed.
It drifted like a seed on the wind, alive with an energy both familiar and alien—a pull that stirred something I couldn't name. Blue veins wove through it in patterns that teased the eye, mirroring the fire within me in reverse.
"There's something in it that calls to me," I said silently, the weight of its presence pressing close.
Higher still, a purple-tinged pearl drank in spiritual energy without cease, casting it out in rays that bathed the world. As I looked closer, clarity dawned: within this Spiritual Sea, the energy I'd known had sharpened. It was purer now, elemental, almost ancient—a force that stretched beyond reality's edge.
"This isn't just spiritual or wild—it's existential, the root of all I am and all I might be," I realized, feeling it ripple through every corner of me.
In that moment, I named it existential energy. Not merely a breath of spirit or a chaotic storm, it was singular, defying easy labels. With that, the sea I'd birthed took a new name: the Existential Sea of Compression—a mirror of my power and soul, a vast expanse of potential ripe for me to explore.
A quiet calm settled over me as I saw my Existential Sea swell beyond my wildest dreams. With the awakening of my gift—the Eyes of Everything and Nothing—every shred of my awareness wove into that immensity, now spanning 100,000 kilometers, as if the universe itself had folded into me. Once contained, the sea now thrummed with life, shaping itself to my hunger for mastery.
To gaze upon this Existential Sea was to watch my essence unfold. Each rising wave seemed to sculpt a thought; every spark of energy carried a piece of who I was, growing without end.
Are there still secrets here I can't touch? I murmured inwardly, certain something waited, something I'd have to chase.
After a while lost in that untouchable realm, I knew it was time to find a way back. But what did "back" even mean for someone like me?
Home isn't a place anymore—it's a mystery to unravel, I told myself, determination threading through the unknown.
My thoughts kept circling back to two shadowed figures: my mother, Celestia Black, and my sister, Nayara. They were ghosts of my past, and my only lead came from the Duke—once a father, now a faint outline. He knew something of my mother, but Nayara was a blank to him.
I need to see past the surface, uncover what's woven into my path, I reflected, a hunger for answers flaring within.
Even amidst this storm of feeling, I wouldn't let haste or turmoil take hold.
Every step has to be sure, my emotions kept clear of my choices, I vowed, holding fast to the lucidity I needed.
Yet one truth rang clear: my mother was no ordinary soul. She hailed, at the least, from a Higher Realm—a being of boundless power, able to rewrite reality's bones. That thought, equal parts awe and dread, lit a fierce curiosity in me, a flame I couldn't snuff out.
As I began to surface from that deep dive, the edges of my inner world softened—until a sudden jolt broke the silence. A crack split the fabric of space and time before me, pulsing with energy from some other plane. From it stepped a small black cat, its delicate wings fluttering in a silent, mesmerizing dance.
Never thought I'd meet something like this, I whispered, caught in quiet wonder as the vision flickered and faded.
Then, beside that ethereal cat, a white serpent glided toward me. Pale as winter's glow, with wide, soulful eyes, it carried an ancient knowing laced with a tender warmth I couldn't place.
These creatures—so strange, so deep. Have they been here all along, tucked inside me, waiting to step into the light? I wondered, the thought slipping away as memories of mysterious eggs and marks on my skin surfaced.
The cat moved with a light, clever grace, as if chatting with the breeze, while the serpent's flowing curves danced with the world around it. They weren't just fleeting images; they were alive, pieces of something greater, hints of a secret I was still piecing together.
When those two entered my Sea of Knowledge, something shifted—like reality's tide had turned, ushering in a new layer of understanding. I felt an old self slipping away, and they'd come to herald a change I couldn't dodge.
Curious, isn't it? I thought, a growing sense that things were falling into place.
Each beat of the cat's wings, each twist of the serpent's form, wove a silent harmony that echoed in my core. These beings, magnetic and veiled, weren't mere shadows of my soul—they were signs, markers of a fate unfolding step by step, building the full picture of who I am and who I'm yet to become.