The eight books slowly shifted in the air, aligning themselves with eerie precision.
Two rows.Four columns.
Perfect.
Rey stood frozen as Aiden helped him read the information etched into their existence. With every title revealed, his breathing grew heavier, his mind screaming danger.
This was not a compensatory gift.
This was bait.
A trap so vast that even gods wouldn't hesitate to step into it.
For a brief mont, Rey’s imagination spiralled.Chains. Contracts. Eternal servitude beneath the Will.A future where his freedom was exchanged for power he never asked for.
But he forced himself to calm down.
He wasn’t cursed yet.Not officially.
Until then, conclusions ant nothing.
The eight books hovered before him, their presence suffocating the space.
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1. Anathema Genesis ProtocolBody Refining ArtPotential: Absolute Rank
2. Eclipse Convergence TechniqueQi Cultivation TechniquePotential: Absolute Rank
3. Astral Convergence TechniqueMana Cultivation ArtPotential: Absolute Rank
4. Eternal Transcendence CodexPsyche Cultivation ArtPotential: Absolute Rank
5. Dominion of Eternal WeaponryBattle ArtPotential: Absolute Rank
6. Codex of True RunesManual ArtPotential: Absolute Rank
7. Veil of the Unseen AbyssConcealnt ArtPotential: Absolute Rank
8. Scripture of the Devouring Fate TreeUnknown ManualPotential: Absolute Rank
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“…All of them?” Rey muttered.
His voice cracked.
“Every single one is Absolute Rank… What kind of joke is this?”
“This is precisely why we forced you to choose them,” Veylen said quietly, stepping forward. “Your talent is weak. Your foundation is broken. But with these… the board itself can be overturned.”
The books pulsed faintly, as if acknowledging his words.
Each one bore distinct engravings. Ancient runes. Twisted symbols.They looked pristine, yet carried an aura that made Rey’s skin crawl.
As if sothing alive was sealed inside every page.
“So… I’m really taking all of them?” Rey asked.
The Eye of Will hovered silently.
"…And there’s no price?”
Her gaze t his.
No hesitation.No deception.
“But why?” Rey pressed. “You don’t owe anything. We’re not allies. We’re not even acquainted.”
she replied calmly.
Rey frowned.
Those words felt heavier than the books themselves.
“If I take all eight… is that acceptable?” he asked carefully.
she said.
Rey hesitated.
“Then maybe I should take one or two and—”
Her tone snapped.
Rey swallowed.
“…Please don’t bind with a slave contract,” he said weakly. “I’m really not built for eternal servitude.”
The Eye laughed.
Amused. Genuinely.
Before Rey could react, the eight books rose into the air.
The binding began.
Energy poured from them, smooth and silent, slipping into Rey’s body like flowing water. It surged past his veins, past his flesh, straight into his soul.
Inside the soul space, darkness reigned.
At the center floated Rey’s soul.Transparent. Fragile. Barely ford.
The energy wrapped around it.
At first, nothing changed.
Then the darkness stirred.
What had once been passive began to move.It pressed against the incoming energy, devouring it.
Rey scread.
Pain tore through his existence as if his soul itself were being torn apart.
Outside, his body convulsed.
Inside, the darkness rejected everything.
the Will murmured.
Ti froze.
Reality halted.
A rift tore open before Rey.
From it erged a hand.
Fair. Slender. Perfect.
Yet the aura around it devoured light itself.
This was no projection.
This was her.
she whispered.
She reached for Rey.
The space around him began to collapse.
She withdrew instantly.
The damage healed as if it never existed.
A droplet of pitch-black liquid ford before her.
It split.
Eight fragnts drifted into the books.
The transformation was imdiate.
Pages darkened.Symbols twisted.Limits shattered.
An infinity symbol burned into each to.
She vanished.
Ti resud.
The energies rged.
Harmony replaced conflict.
The darkness no longer devoured the power.
It embraced it.
Cracks within Rey’s soul sealed.
The books descended, embedding themselves within him.
One at the core.One in the mind.One at the navel.The rest anchoring his chest and spirit.
The ritual ended.
Rey collapsed.
Minutes passed.
When he rose again, the Eye spoke calmly.
Rey’s heart sank.
'Here it cos.'
Veylen stiffened.
“My lord… shouldn’t I be the lowest bearer?”
she replied.
Silence.
Shock.
Confusion.
Veylen’s expression changed completely.
“That’s impossible,” he said. “The seal required Tier 1 mana capacity or peak Tier 0 talent. Even the Ascension Realm—”
The Eye asked coldly.
Veylen imdiately bowed his head.
“No, my lord.”
The Eye turned back to Rey.
she said.
Darkness surged.
she whispered.
The spirits vanished.
The Archive trembled.
Before Rey could scream, a sphere of darkness struck his body.
He disappeared.
The Archive fell silent.
After a mont, the Eye spoke coldly to the empty space.
“Now… the next caretaker shall awaken. Rise...”
From the ground, a being erged.
“As you wish, my master.” After that, the eye disappeared like never been here.
The Archive closed for an unknown period of ti.
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