I Received System to Become Dragonborn Chapter 1314: Rejection

Erend stepped through the opening without hesitation, and the space beyond revealed itself in silence.

The chamber was vast, far larger than the corridor leading to it. Its ceiling disappears into shadow above.

The walls curved inward slightly to form a contained structure that felt less like a room and more like a containnt cage. Every surface was covered in dense sealing patterns, far more concentrated than anything he had seen so far. The air felt heavy. There was a sensation of almost liquid with Magic.

At the center of it all, suspended in place, was the fragnt.

Erend’s gaze locked onto it imdiately.

It did not resemble anything complete. It was a piece of sothing unknown, an irregular shape that seed to defy clear definition.

Its surface shifted faintly as if it couldn’t fully stabilize into a single form. Edges blurred and reford, never settling.

Around it was a massive sphere of water.

The water floated by itself to form a perfect sphere roughly twenty ters in diater. It shimred softly with light, layers of Magic flowing through it in controlled currents. The surface rippled without disturbance and sigils moved beneath it like currents beneath the sea.

This definitely wasn’t ordinary water. It had been infused, reinforced, and refined into a sealing dium. A barrier designed not just to contain but to isolate whatever existed inside from the outside world.

Erend stood still, studying it in silence.

The presence radiating from within confird it again. That familiar distortion and that overwhelming weight.

"This is it..." he thought.

But the question remained.

"Hmm.... What do I do with you now?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking. Destroying it imdiately didn’t feel right. At least not yet. Without understanding what it truly was.

"I should check it first."

The decision settled quickly.

Erend raised his hand slightly then let it lower again as his focus shifted inward instead. His consciousness expanded, guided by his Magic as it moved outward in an invisible flow.

Then it touched the sphere.

There was resistance but not enough to stop him.

His Magic slipped through the infused water without difficulty, adapting to its flow rather than clashing against it.

The barrier recognized the nature of his power but couldn’t fully reject it.

His awareness passed through and entered the fragnt.

He saw darkness swallow everything. It was not rely the absence of light, but sothing else. A space that felt incomplete, unstable, like it hadn’t fully ford.

Then shapes appeared.

Erend’s eyes narrowed.

He saw figures.

They were scattered across that endless darkness, drifting or standing in place without ground or direction. They looked human at first glance, but only partially.

More precisely, they looked incomplete.

So had bodies that ended abruptly and dissolved into nothingness. While others lacked features, their faces were blank or distorted. Their limbs ford and disappeared, never fully stable.

Their forms flickered between existence and absence. As if they weren’t whole.

Erend frowned, a quiet tension forming in his thoughts.

"What... is this?"

If this was truly the missing Creation, then sothing had gone wrong. Severely wrong.

Or perhaps... this was its true state.

His attention shifted. One of the figures turned toward him.

It looked more complete than the others, though still far from whole. Its outline was unstable, its features were unclear, but it faced him directly.

They locked onto him.

Erend felt it. There were no words or thoughts... But a feeling.

But even that... was incomplete.

It reached toward him, but what ca through was fragnted. Broken pieces of feelings that couldn’t fully form. There was no clear intent or single clear emotion he could grasp. Just fragnts.

Like sothing trying to feel... but unable to.

Erend’s gaze hardened slightly.

He tried to read and understand it, but there was nothing solid to hold onto. Whatever this existence was, its own state prevented it from expressing itself completely.

Even its feelings were incomplete.

That alone made his wariness deepen.

"What happened to you...?" he asked. "What are you supposed to beco?"

The distance between them closed slowly. The incomplete figure drifted forward through the endless darkness, its unstable body flickering with every movent.

Parts of it ford more clearly for a mont, then blurred again into sothing undefined.

It did not move with purpose like a living being but more like sothing drawn forward by its instinct alone.

Erend stepped forward as well.

There was no ground beneath him. His gaze remained locked on the figure in a sharp and focused manner, studying every subtle change in its form.

They stopped just in front of each other. Face to face.

Up close, the distortion beca even clearer

Then Erend felt a faint ripple pass through the space between them.

And this ti... it carried sothing more than fragnted feelings. It carried words.

"...dead..."

The word did not co through sound, but directly into his mind.

"...is... best..."

The figure’s form trembled.

"...for... ..."

The connection flickered.

Erend’s brows furrowed imdiately.

Dead?

He stared at it more intensely, trying to understand what it ant. Was that a plea? A conclusion? Or simply the only thing it could express?

"You can communicate," Erend said, his voice calm but firm, even within this space. "Then listen to what I said."

He paused briefly, choosing his words.

"I need to bring you back," he continued. "To the Void Architect."

A mont later there was an instant reaction from it. The figure’s body distorted violently.

Its unstable form blurred even more, the fragnts that made up its shape breaking apart and reforming erratically. The space around it rippled with disruption. What little structure it had began to fracture even further.

And then a feeling surged to Erend. It felt clearer than before.

He felt rejection, discomfort, and hate.

It wasn’t directed at Erend but directed at the words.

At the na and the idea.

Erend’s eyes narrowed deeper.

The figure pulled back slightly, its form trembling more violently now as if the very concept had destabilized it. The fragnts that composed its existence flickered faster like sothing rejecting itself from within.

"...no..."

The feeling echoed again, broken but sharp.

Erend remained still and watching. His mind moved quickly.

"So that’s it..." he thought. "This Creation... didn’t want to return."

His gaze hardened slightly as the realization settled. "This thing separated itself on purpose..."

And if that was true then bringing it back to the Void Architect wouldn’t just be difficult, but it would go against its very existence. Can he do that?

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