The blank white void stretched on endlessly, but the once small, lonely cutout island now stood wider, broader—an aftermath of his recent evolution. Though the air remained silent and the space around him unmoving, a subtle pressure radiated from the land beneath his feet, denser than before.
He stood at the edge of the expanded island, arms crossed behind his back, deep in thought. The advanced technologies, the towering labs, the refining chambers—all stood silent in the distance.
"I’ve gone as far as I can with creation. Now... it’s ti for sothing new."
Standing near the edge of the expansion, he spoke calmly but firmly, "Computer, order all units to stop mining Trinity Ore until further notice. They’re of no use to in their current state."
A soft chi echoed before the AI responded.
"Command acknowledged. Suspending all Trinity Ore extraction activities. Redirecting all mining units as per new priority."
Across the island, robots paused mid-motion. The rhythmic clanking of drills and miners silenced as they halted operations and turned to await new instructions.
"Assign them to construct a training zone," he continued. "Far from all tech and labs. Reinforce the entire area as much as possible. If things go wrong, I don’t want to lose anything valuable."
"Command acknowledged. Ceasing all Trinity Ore mining operations. Comncing construction of isolated testing grounds as per specifications.
While the construction drones went to work sowhere in the distance, he kept himself occupied. Idle hands weren’t his style—not anymore. He tinkered. Drafted. Sharpened a few older blueprints. Made so tech that wasn’t particularly useful, just... fun. Sothing to pass the wait.
Eventually, the voice rang out again.
"Construction of training facility complete. Location: eastern quadrant, marked on navigation grid."
He stood up from his workstation, casually wiping invisible dust from his hands. A thought flicked through his mind, and the sleek hoverboard at the side of the room sparked to life.
He didn’t need it—walking cost him nothing. No fatigue. No breath. But the island had grown larger since his last evolution, and more than that... he wanted to feel like he was moving.
The hoverboard glided over sunlit grass as he coasted across the cut-out island, wind curling around him in that strange, simulated breeze. Eventually, he reached a do-shaped building set far from the core facilities.
He stepped inside, eyes scanning the pristine white interior.
"Computer," he said aloud, "give the specs."
"Training facility includes three core zones," the AI responded.
"One: standard weight training chamber outfitted with adjustable resistance equipnt. Two: basic sparring and mobility arena. Three: projectile testing hall with reactive target systems. All paraters currently at baseline. Structures reinforced to withstand moderate power fluctuations. Adjustable paraters currently set to default."
He looked around with a small, satisfied smirk.
Simple.
Flexible.
Perfect.
He nodded slowly.
He didn’t know what he was about to train. Power wasn’t defined yet. So, basic—flexible—was good.
"Good work. This will do for now."
He entered the weight training chamber—clean, sterile, and lined with modern equipnt. Rows of treadmills, resistance machines, dumbbells, and a compact punch ter filled the space. Everything was designed for functionality, calibrated to baseline human capacity.
He stepped onto a treadmill, set it to max speed, and started running.
His legs moved, his posture held steady, but... no fatigue.
Faster.
Still nothing.
He jumped off and grabbed a pair of dumbbells. They were heavy—by normal standards—but felt like air.
Bench press? Easy.
Push-ups? He stopped counting after five hundred.
"Still nothing..."
Finally, he stood before the power punch ter, curled his hand into a fist, and slamd it forward. The machine dinged.
[Punch Force: 100]
A perfect average human rating.
He stared at the result for a long mont, then exhaled slowly.
"I’m not improving..."
Without a word, he left the chamber and entered a room nearby—the Body Diagnostics Lab, sothing he’d ordered the computer to build during facility construction. A station lit up as he approached.
"Computer," he said, sitting down. "Run a full status scan."
The system humd, flickering through his data. A holographic figure—his energy form—appeared above the console.
[Physical Attributes: Baseline Human]
[Vital Signs: Undefined]
[Fatigue Response: Null]
[Biological Response: None]
His brow twitched.
Disappointnt crept in. All that testing... and he hadn’t changed at all.
Then, slowly, the realization settled in.
"Of course..." he muttered. "I don’t have a physical body. I’m not human anymore... I’m made of sothing else entirely. An energy construct... or sothing close to it."
He leaned back, the gears in his mind already turning.
No muscles. No cells. No blood.
So physical training would never improve him.
But...
Energy.
That word stuck. Echoed. Expanded.
Energy.
He’d imagined so many systems before—mana, aura, prana, soulforce, divine essence. Concepts that powered entire worlds in his fantasies.
Maybe, just maybe, that’s what he needed to train.
Not the body.
But the force behind it.
His eyes—still pure glowing energy—lit up brighter for a mont.
"Let’s see if imagination works again."
He made his way into the Basic Practice Hall, a wide-open space with smooth flooring and minimal distractions—perfect for focus. He sat cross-legged in the center, back straight, hands resting calmly.
"Let’s start with the basics..."
"Mana."
Of all the energies he’d imagined—mana was the most universal. Fantasy novels, gas, ani—almost every world had so version of it.
He closed his eyes.
"What is mana?"
Was it life energy? Was it spirit? Nature’s breath? Or a force of will refined through awareness?
He didn’t know. Not really.
But he’d thought about it before. Back in the void. In those endless monts of theory and imagination.
He focused on those thoughts.
Mana is the invisible thread that weaves between all things.
It’s the background hum of reality—the river beneath the skin of the world.
It responds to will, intention, and alignnt.
Slowly, the hall faded away from his awareness.
His breathing slowed.
He imagined himself standing in an endless forest, surrounded by glowing wisps floating between leaves. He imagined reaching out—not with his hand, but with sothing deeper, more internal.
"If it’s real here... I should be able to feel it."
Then—sothing changed.
A flicker.
A shimr in the still air before him.
One faint spark of light.
Small. Translucent. Like dust catching sunlight.
It hovered for a mont...
...and drifted toward him, drawn like tal to a magnet. It passed into his chest—no, into the center of whatever he was now.
And then another followed.
Then three.
Then ten.
He opened his eyes, slowly.
They glowed brighter than before.
He could feel it.
A gentle warmth.
A subtle vibration.
Mana.
It flowed around him like mist, now visible to his enhanced perception.
He smiled—not a wide grin, but sothing calm. Satisfied.
"So I was right..."
He willed the energy to gather—to compress. A swirling current of mana slowly condensed within him, forming a glowing point inside his chest.
It pulsed, softly.
His first Mana Core.
And in that mont, the island itself seed to respond.
The air shifted. The space... stretched.
Sothing was happening.
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