Solaria is in a state of decay, The Reflective are losing touch with The Mirror, the only thing keeping the world alive right now. Torsten is tasked with keeping one such Reflective alive.

Item #: SCP-125
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:Supports for instances of SCP-125 are kept in padded boxes and covered with a fine nylon mesh that allows vision through, but obscures the surface of the mirror by at least 25%. These supports consist of a polished metallic surface (currently silver-plated brass) with no sharp or irregular edges, which must imperatively be smoothed out to prevent rips in the protective mesh. To further prevent incidents, any person penetrating the room where SCP-125 is located must also wear such a protective mesh over their face. Metal-plated glass mirrors should be avoided for the purpose of containment as SCP-125 is capable of moving from the glass itself to the metal surface.
Any metallic surface in the room must be dulled to prevent reflections. As an additional security measure, the room is kept in darkness and monitored only via infrared and ultraviolet lighting when no experiment is taking place.
No mirror or comparably reflective surface (including, but not limited to, metal-case pens, sunglasses, laptop computers, and glass objects) may be allowed in the room outside controlled experiments. The SCP may not be photographed or filmed in its unrestrained state.
If any personnel on site, and particularly personnel having recently been involved with SCP-125, reports seeing black dots, MTF Eta-10 and Chi-7 will be immediately put on standby and a level-2 alert for potential containment breach will be declared. Individuals contaminated will undergo containment protocol 125-b and may not return to active duty until the instance of SCP-125 affecting their cornea has been rendered completely inert.
Description: SCP-125 is an apparently sentient "being" that can only exist within reflections.
At rest and viewed up front, it takes the form of a black circle 17.2mm in diameter resting on the reflective surface. Its first anomalous characteristic is that it appears as a perfect circle to any observer regardless of the surface's angles, bends, and the location of the viewer or viewers. In that regard it acts more as if it were a sphere in contact with the surface, but lacking any shadow or highlight, and this even where an obstacle, such as containment mesh, makes it clear SCP-125 does not extend beyond the surface it has "imprinted" to.
SCP-125 does not reflect visible light or infrared. When observed in ultraviolet, however, [DATA EXPUNGED] up to and including [DATA EXPUNGED]. For unclear reasons, it also emits a minute but measurable and constant amount of X-rays.
SCP-125 is capable of movement across the surface it currently exists on. This movement may only occur across a surface uninterrupted by either an angle (the surface must follow a reasonably continuous curve) or a non-reflective area. SCP-125 has demonstrated incapability to cross scratches and frosted or etched areas of a surface. In many instances, however, SCP-125 will circumvent these limits by jumping to a reflection to round a corner, or between the separate outer glass and silver surfaces of a metal-glass mirror (hence the preference for opaque metallic surfaces for containment purposes). Although capable of moving anywhere along the surface, SCP-125 generally remains immobile in a location near its edges if any, and if on a surface that has a specific, immobile orientation, will usually remain in the lower right corner or its equivalent, even if the item is later moved.
Any reflective surface capable of displaying a reasonably accurate reflection of SCP-125 can host it. So far this has included a wide ranges of mirror-quality surfaces, glasses, polished or varnished surfaces (such as stone and wood), glossy plastic and even undisturbed pools of liquid or polished nails. When reflected by another surface, SCP-125 is capable of instantly "transferring" to it. However, SCP-125 cannot "survive" on, or transfer to or away from, a surface smaller than its own area ( approx. 2.32 cm2). Should it be constrained to one, it will rapidly become translucent and disappear completely.
The entity has demonstrated a certain level of sentience and even sapience. Despite lacking physical existence, it appears "unwilling" to be "touched" directly or otherwise hidden from sight. It will also resist to the best of its abilities any attempt at reducing its freedom of movement either by "jumping" to another surface or moving across its current one very fast. It will also "flee" from perceived threats, even complex ones expressed by speech, demonstrating an understanding of human communication. How it is capable of this and whether it can or wishes to communicate back is currently unknown.
In its normal state, SCP-125 is completely harmless and incapable of multiplying. It is, however, perfectly capable of moving to a living reflective surface, specifically that of a living animal's cornea. It will, in fact, do everything in its power to do so, indicative of a natural "desire". Once it has achieved this, SCP-125 diminishes in size by a factor of 10 to 1.72 mm in diameter. While existing on the surface of a living tissue, SCP-125 becomes capable of multiplying and infecting a potentially unlimited number of surfaces, as opposed to merely moving between them. This multiplication occurs within the cornea, rapidly causing the victim to complain of "seeing dots."
Past this stage, the SCP-125 infestation will rapidly (within five to nine days of initial infection) crowd out the entire tissue, causing the eye to go blind, after which stage the cells of the eye and optic nerve appear to undergo mass apoptosis, causing a non-infectious abscess. Why this occurs has yet to be elucidated. Only after the apoptotic stage has run its course does SCP-125 cease being contagious. No treatment for SCP-125 infestation is known to be efficient beyond keeping the affected eye(s) tightly covered to prevent further spread and administration of heavy antibiotics to reduce risk of infection.
Outbreaks continue to occur on an irregular basis, suggesting that SCP-125 is either a naturally occurring phenomenon or that it was spread over much of the planet at some point prior to the beginning of written history.
For a list of known past outbreaks of SCP-125, see Document SCP-125-Delta.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

When I was nine, I developed a phobia that the doctor's told my parents was "rare". Eisoptrophobia is the fear of mirrors, or more accurately, seeing a reflection of yourself in the mirror. Not many people in this day and age dislike looking at themselves. Narcissism is more common, and selfies in the mirror are all the rage. For me, however, I begin to panic if I catch even the slightest glimpse of myself in the mirror. My parents placated my fear when I was younger, covering or painting reflective surfaces so I wouldn't accidentally see myself. They home schooled me. They kept me home from important events. They made sure that I was safe from my fear. Last year I moved out. I work from home, which is perfect for me. I love having my own place with nothing reflective. And I love that my parents can go back to some kind of normalcy in their lives.

I started seeing a new therapist. I want to overcome my fear. Dr. Franks uses a type of therapy that he calls "aggressive immersion" therapy. You overcome your fear by confronting it. This, to me, sounded like the best idea. If I could confront my fear, I could finally get over it. Before talking to Dr. Franks, I couldn't remember how my phobia began. Eisoptrophobia can begin in infancy, or because of a traumatic event. I couldn't remember any traumatic events until we starting discussing my past. My parents had never really talked to me about how this started, just that it did. But I remembered when Dr. Franks started asking questions.

I was nine, I knew that much. I remembered being in ballet and stretching in front of a huge mirror, watching myself in my pink leotard and tutu. I remembered the recital, my friends and I dancing for our parents. I remembered the girls at my house, all of us still dressed in tutus and flat ballet shoes. I remembered my brother trying to scare us with macabre stories and making faces. I remembered standing in front of the mirror with a candle after my friends dared me to. I remembered chanting in the dark bathroom, staring at my face in the mirror. I remembered my brother jumping out from the tub to scare me. But he wasn't what really scared me. It was in the mirror. It was my face changing. It was the sound of the woman laughing.

Dr. Franks slowed the sessions after that. But when I went in yesterday I walked in to a dark office with a chair in the center of the room. He guided me to the chair and asked me to sit and look at the floor. I did. He left the room and came in with a floor length mirror. I stood, ready to bolt. He calmed me and I sat again. He put the mirror in front of me. I closed my eyes and felt the familiar panic set in. My palms were sweating, bile rose in the back of my throat. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it in my ears. I wanted to run, or throw up, or both.

"Open your eyes, start at your feet." Dr. Franks said.

This was what I wanted, I reminded myself. Immersion. To confront my fears. I opened my eyes and focused on my feet. I shifted my gaze and looked and my feet in the mirror. They were the same feet, just more visible. I felt a little calmer. I raised my gaze to my knees in the mirror. My heartrate increased a bit, but I was holding strong. I moved up to my chest, glancing at my hands for just a moment grasping the handles of the chair for dear life. My stomach churned with the thought of looking at my face, but I raised my eyes again. I looked at my face for the first time in over a decade. I looked normal. I made a few faces, watching my reflection mimic me. Everything was normal. Dr. Franks was standing by the mirror, a grin on his face. I looked at myself for a few minutes, the panic easing. I thought that it was the end of my eisoptrophobia.

Dr. Franks secretary opened the door behind me to ask a question. That's when I saw her. She walked gracefully backwards through the door, her arms sweeping as a ballerinas should, past the secretary, and into the room. I couldn't see her face, just the back of her head. But I recognized the outfit. A pink leotard with a tutu and flat ballet shoes. She began to dance. She bowed and flitted, jumping to and fro, always moving just a bit closer to where I was sitting. Dr. Franks and his secretary were deep in conversation, neither had noticed the girl in the room, nor the panic that I was experiencing. I mustered the strength to turn and look, but there was nothing there. Just the secretary standing in the doorway. I turned back to the mirror and she was still there, dancing her way towards me. I jumped up and ran out of the office. I ran through the city to my apartment complex, avoiding every reflective surface I could, catching glimpses of her dancing in the ones I couldn't.

Once I was safe in my apartment I took a deep breath, feeling relief wash over me. She found me, that much was true, but she couldn't get to me here. I remembered more, seeing her brought it all back. I remembered that I wasn't afraid of seeing myself in the mirror, I was afraid of seeing her. I was afraid of what she was capable of. She had to summon me, but it didn't work the other way around. I wasn't going to go back in the mirror, she couldn't make me. This is my life now.

~Third POV~
 
When the door open it revealed a very angry Jacques after going over a small argument with Willow is supposed wife he loves but in reality, only married her for the company and managing to convince her father to give him the position of CEO of the company after years of sucking up to him.
 
Nicholas Schnee was fooled into believing that Jacques was an ideal candidate for the company leaving everything he entrusted to him.
 
Jacques is a man who wants control above all else to secure his spot to live a life of luxuries while using the Schnee's to his own end he already made a bond with Whitley already trying to show him the business side of things while getting a pawn.
 
Jacques tried to do the same with Winter and tries to let her see the reason for an arranged marriage and that was the turning point in Winter's life that she refuses to bend to Jacques's will and following her dream to become someone else to help people.
 
Much to his dismay he couldn't control Winter he could at least try to get her off the idea of being the next Heir to the company but one day when he heard the news that Willow was having twins, he grew a smirk thinking on how to control them.
 
Whenever Jacques tries to go over to Weiss, she is always protected by Winter to get her away from him since she knew what his intentions are and trying to manipulate her at a young age and he couldn't show to Willow his true attention unless he wants to be kicked out.
 
Now that only left his son Eis Schnee to manipulate but that idea was blown away immediately since whenever he promises of 'bonding time' he always evades him like the plague as if Eis already knew the true nature of his.
 
Jacques tries to convince over many times over the past 7 years which showed no results that Eis would listen to him but listens in to with the rest of the family members but never him.
 
Now on to the present time Jacques was opening the door to reveal no one was inside holding his head with pain clearly shown on his face of another argument with Willow again.
 
When Jacques thought he was alone he says to himself with clear anger expressed it when he hit the office table with his fist, "Damn that blasted bitch! How could she not see the most favorable time to introduce the twins to the idea of an arranged marriage to the other noble families in Atlas in order to 'our' family grow?!"
 
While Jacques was fuming in anger about the earlier argument about the idea of letting Weiss and Eis get accustomed to the idea of arrange marriages in order to help the growth of the Schnee family company expand into a bigger organization with other influential families that hold major investments in Atlas and Mantle.
 
Clearly when Willow heard the idea, she immediately argued about the idea of arranged marriages to their children in a young age and right after they were attacked from assassins who wanted them dead clearly, she was angry!
 
Willow argued with Jacques with his lack of empathy towards his own children to which let Jacques back off the idea of arranging marriages for Eis and Weiss currently till Willow calms down and when they grow up.
 
After that Jacques looks around his room again hitting the table again in angry while calming himself down, "RARGH… no calm down here Jacques there is still time to convince her or control this family you have time to change all of this, when everything is said and done you will be the one in charge and not her or her family."
 
With that Jacques calms himself down into his chair in his office and looks over to a stack of papers all lying around the table where the stack is and only grumbles at what he sees, "Grr… Well now at least if I get something out of this today it's that brat won't be the next Heir to the company."
 
While Jacques was looking around for the documents, he found out that the reason why the stacks of papers were such a disarray his eyes widened as he tries to look for them.
 
When he was looking around he went to another stack were he kept all the copies of the documents in a private folder in his safe and small room behind his portrait only to find that not only his documents to denounce Winter as the next Heir but all his Lien was stolen as well!
 
Jacques gritted his teeth in sheer rage looking at the items and his Lien were gone as of it never was there that alone managed to grow a tick mark on his head out of sheer anger, "Grr… Who…? Who dares to rob me Jacques Schnee the CEO of the Schnee Dust Company!"
 
Then Jacques tries to think who was the culprit who managed to open the safe and find the hidden room behind his portrait while having his hand on his chin, "Could it be Winter no I made sure that the documents were in my office in the safe but I noticed it was busted open with Winter strength in training its possible but not enough to clearly tear off the safe since its close to be as hard as diamonds."'
 
Jacques walks around his office to think how its possible to open the safe but also find the hidden small room behind his portrait, "Unless she noticed the small keyhole in the wall she would need the key to open it discretely and not open it to clearly show that someone had opened it forcibly but it's hard to find unless one have superhuman sight even with someone that has aura is a hard feet to accomplish if they look close enough…"
 
While Jacques was talking to himself completely aware that no one was listening in he just sighs to himself and sits down on his chair, "Sigh… no use crying over spilled Dust I just have to get one of the Council Members of Atlas to get me another set of Documents again… although it won't be for another few months or years again to get all the paper work done."
 
Then Jacques just smiles at this and sits down to complete his paper work for his company, "Well I have the patience to wait after all it won't be long till I have control of this family and Winter leaving in three years to join Atlas Academy that would mean I can at the very least ruin her life and get more control of Weiss and Eis in the future."
 
While Jacques was starting to do his work who was the one to find the documents and stolen his Lien currently in a reflection somewhere in Jacques office that his unaware of is Eis Schnee hiding in the Mirror world using his newest Stand he got from the Side Mission the Man in the Mirror.
 
When the door opened up with Eis having a panic that someone came in the office he activated his Stand ability of The World to stop time for the next 5 seconds in real world time which was enough for him to switch to new Stand to hide into the Mirror World.
 
Eis was successful in entering the Mirror World with many reflective surfaces to enter to since the only activation requirement to activate Mirror World Entry ability.
 
Moreover, Man in the Mirror can also drag anything into the mirror world by using reflective surfaces as portals, selecting anything that can enter through the user orders, and can do so regardless of how small the "portal" is.
 
However, the use of two Stands left Eis somewhat drained from using The World time stop and switching over to Man in the Mirror left him drain but have enough strength to do one more jump into the real world once he rested enough.
 
But that didn't mean he wasn't doing anything during that time resting he managed to get his new scroll and started to record everything that has Jacques has done and spoke so far.
 
~Eis POV (7 years old) ~
 
Damn…
 
 I guess I got my answer of him being a Grimm more than human I guess but to go this far just to destroy a family for his own gain…
 
Just makes me want to kill this scum here and now!
 
No…
 
No that wouldn't work here since it would be too suspicious for him to die right after an assassination attempt was made and with the staff around that would cause to have some suspicion in the family.
 
And if they figured out about my Stands and their impossible power breaking rules that would make me a prime suspect of my supposed father murder or disappearance.
 
The only way I can maintain my new life and get rid of Jacques for good is to take him down either legally or when another attack happens use The World time stop and create a situation that Jacques was killed.
 
But the question remains is can I even kill a person I know in the past I was no killer but to kill someone would probably change me in either a good or bad way no matter what…
 
I should try to capture them first but if they have no redeemable qualities then I'm left with no choice but to kill since if I make a lot of enemies then I would rather have none while I have a chance to end them.
 
But that is something for the future me to decide because right now I have to deal with Jacques for now, but I did get some great video footage of him confessing about denouncing Winter as the Heir…
 
However, when he mentions about the Council Members, I just expressed a narrow look, "Damn it! I knew he had help with this but if one of the Council Members are with him then taking him down is going to be a lot harder than I thought."
 
Sigh…
 
No for now though I won't get any more of this information other than his confession about truly intending to denounce Winter, so I think the next course of action is to hand this over to Winter for now.
 
"[Stand: Man in the Mirror Lv.1
 
Appearance: Man, in the Mirror has a humanoid body with a dark leotard missing the upper chest piece, all bolted in place by screws. It wears gloves and a diamond-patterned hood covering its entire head, along with a large pair of goggles. Its facial design is based on a Venetian mask, making the Stand look like a Tengu.
 
Status:
PWR: C, SPD: C, RNG: B, PER: D, PRC: C, DEV: E
 
Ability:
Mirror World Entry Lv.1, Mirror Manipulation Lv.5 (LOCKED), Reflect Lv. MAX (LOCKED)]"
 
I should probably let Winter know about this and only her for the time being since she trusted me with the flash drives so I can trust her with my Stand ability of Mirror World Entry plus it can be made a great ability to spy.
 
So, with that I traversed through my direction away from the mirror world once I get to another reflective surface area, I'm going to report this to Winter maybe she has the right idea of what to do next.
 
When I found the reflective surface on the outside of Jacques Office and no one was around I leap on over to the window reflective surface of the hallway leading towards my room.
 
When I materialized into the real world my body started to break down in blue and green pieces then I piece myself together in the real world that I landed in the hallway.
 
I looked around myself and made sure that no one was around I sigh out a breathe of relief, "Sigh… good grief that was close call but now I have some evidence I hope Winter has an idea of what to do next with the evidence I have?"
 
With that in mind I left towards the hallway heading towards Willow's garden Winter and Weiss did head there the last time I checked.
 
JoJo System:
Shop, Bizarre Gacha, Bizarre Mission
Skill Lv.: Hamon (Ripple) Lv.3, Spin Lv. 2
Stands: Geb Lv.1, Horus Lv.1, Yellow Temperance Lv.1, The World Lv.1, Dirty Deeds Done Cheap (D4C) Lv.1, Anubis Lv.1, Man in the Mirror Lv.1
Inventory: Red Stone Aja, Speed Wagon Saw Hat, Flash Drive x3, Book
Lien: 95,000

Disclaimer All copyrighted content is the property of its respective owner(s)

Just your usual reincarnated story getting sent to another world.

"Aargh!" The shadow inside the mirror continued to punch itself, causing Han Sen constant pain.
They both looked identical, but fortunately, it couldn't—or at least wasn't—making use of Han Sen's full, insane powers. He'd have been killed fairly quickly if it had.
Han Sen withstood the pain and threw a punch at the mirror.
The mirror did not avoid Qing Jun King's attacks, but it made sure to dodge Han Sen's. This lent credence to what Qing Jun King had told him, and he was relieved to hear she was telling him the truth. Only the person who the mirror mimicked could deal damage to it.
When the mirror dodged, Han Sen decided not to waste any more time. He threw another punch at the mirror, but this time, it was with all nine gene locks of the Blood-Pulse Sutra. That, combined with Curse of Immortality, Jade-Sun Force, and his phoenix techniques firing on all cylinders, he was aiming to devastate the reflective fiend.
Pang!
The bronze mirror was sent flying backwards, directly into the barrier.
Aside from the shadow in the mirror, it did not look like the mirror could attack in any other way.
But the mirror was tough, that much was certain. Despite sending the mirror flying, Han Sen was unable to actually deal it damage. Not a single scratch blemished the glassy surface of the mirror, and much to Han Sen's discomfort and pain, the shadow-self continued to self-harm.
Han Sen gritted his teeth to withstand the constant pummeling and punched the mirror again. The mirror was against the barrier, so it was a clear shot. Like a hurricane, Han Sen unleashed a flurry of attacks against the mirror's surface.
Han Sen punched it countless times, but despite his best attempts, he could not shatter the mirror. And all the while, the doppelganger continued to hurt himself.
The shadow smiled, as if laughing and mocking Han Sen. He was spiting Han Sen, as if to say he was useless and there was nothing he could do to rectify the situation.
"You think I'm a coward?!" Han Sen thought.
Han Sen and Qing Jun King had seen the mirror together, but the mirror had chosen Han Sen for some inexplicable reason. Han Sen thought it must have meant the mirror believed he was the weaker of the two.
Han Sen did not have any of his weapons on him, and the Blood-Pulse Sutra only bettered the body. It wasn't really a skill that lent itself to dealing massive amounts of extra damage. It wasn't a proper combat ability.
Han Sen was unable to break the mirror, and he felt as if he had exhausted all options. He couldn't think of anything else to do.
Han Sen could have used super king spirit mode, but he didn't want to expose himself as The King to Qing Jun King.
Han Sen looked into his Sea of Soul. Little Angel and the gold raven were still in the process of evolving. And them aside, he had no super weapons to call upon.
Han Sen might have been able to use Saving Money to break the mirror. But the shadow would hit Han Sen while he was performing it, which would render it ineffective.
Han Sen could have summoned Disloyal Knight, but his attack power wasn't very high. And if a pet beast soul could deal damage to Han Sen by striking the mirror, that would be very bad news for him.
Han Sen could not think of a way out of this situation.
"Next time I return to the Alliance, I need to get myself a strong attack skill," Han Sen thought to himself.
Just as Han Sen decided to activate super king spirit mode, he heard a movement stem from the Sea of Soul. Han Sen looked inside there, and he noticed a strange energy permeating it.
The Sky Fruit wasn't very big, so the fight against the mirror was easily noticed by the other king spirits and super creatures.
Baby Ghost and Dry Bone ran over, in shock at what was going on. When they looked into the mirror, though, they quickly understood what was happening.
"This is bad. If Han Sen can't break the mirror, this will most certainly be the end of him," Baby Ghost said.
"The bronze mirror has a reflective power. If someone else hits it, it means hitting Han Sen. We can't help him. He has to help himself," Dry Bone King said.
It was difficult to find someone else to go up against Qing Jun King, so if Han Sen was to die there, it'd be a grand shame.
But they couldn't help. And if they tried, Han Sen would be beaten to death.
All the super creatures came over to watch the events unfolding around the mirror. They were waiting for Han Sen to fail, so they could take the geno treasure.
Qing Jun King looked at Han Sen, and she seemed to be deep in thought over something.
As Han Sen continued to beat the mirror, he was actually more invested in investigating what was transpiring in the Sea of Soul. The light around Little Angel was now very holy. She was like a flower in the midst of blooming, with petals opening to reveal what was inside.
A powerful light was being unleashed, and it even frightened Disloyal Knight.
"Has Little Angel finished evolving?" Han Sen was delighted, feeling the warmth and abundant power that was slowly swelling within the Sea of Soul.
Han Sen thought a pet beast soul from another sanctuary needed to open gene locks for themselves, and he thought it'd take another long while for her to become effective enough to fight.
But seeing all that power now, Han Sen understood there was more to Little Angel than he had first thought. She was a lot more than simple eye candy. She was in battle mode already, and many of her gene locks had already been opened.
The petals had all peeled away now, revealing a package of bright golden light. The light sent ripples through the entirety of the Sea of Soul.
When it was fully exposed, Little Angel's form came to be. She was divine, clad in a beautiful white robe. She had angelic wings, and in her hands, she clutched a transparent greatsword. Her curly blonde hair waved, painting her like a goddess.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

Ling Lan did not hold back that heavy breath in her chest. She let it out slowly, finally settling the discomfort she felt. Although Ling Lan had successfully withstood one spiritual blow from Ling Xiao, she only became more convinced of Ling Xiao's unfathomable power. This was because Ling Xiao's spiritual charge had been so effortless on his part, so casual that it was frightening to consider.
This was the second time Ling Lan had felt like this after encountering Instructor Number One. It was as if she would not be able to catch up even if she worked hard her entire life. If Ling Lan had not been through all kinds of perverse torments under Instructor Number Five, causing her mentality to be extremely secure, this clash might have caused a flaw to appear in her mental state.
From the sidelines, Mu Shui-qing chuckled and said, "Ling Xiao, what do you think? Ling Lan's heptashield is very impressive, right?" Mu Shui-qing's tone was undoubtedly smug. Inheritance was all well and good, but innovation would undeniably make a master even more excited and pleased. The ultimate goal of a legacy was for a pupil to surpass their master[1], after all.
Even the consistently prodigious Ling Xiao was amazed by Ling Lan's innovative breakthrough. The smile on his face grew even more radiant as he nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, it's too unexpected. I never knew the heptashield could be used this way." He looked at Ling Lan with pride, "This should be the results of your own research, right? What a great idea."
The heptashield had always been categorised as a defensive ability, with basically no offensive capability. Only in the later stages, once one became extremely proficient in its use and had the power to back it, could one use the heptashield's mobility to deal some small attacks to an opponent. However, in comparison to Ling Lan's improved reflective shield, the offensive power of that was insignificant.
Ling Xiao's praise made Ling Lan somewhat shy. After all, this successful outcome was the result of the combined research of Little Four, the instructors, and herself. Ling Lan now knew that Little Four's so-called calculations and planning were actually all the work of the instructors. The instructors had just not wanted her to know that they could learn from the techniques of the real world and study them and modify them, and so had made Little Four take credit for them.
Ling Lan rubbed her nose, and then began to explain the thought process behind the instructors' and her modifications to the technique. "Because I didn't want to passively wait for an opportunity, so I thought, if I could attack even as I was defending, wouldn't that change the flow of the battle? I was just thinking how I could make a shield have offensive capability ...
"I tried many things, having also tried to use the shield as a weapon to attack the opponent. I found that it was all useless, because once the attack failed, it would switch into spiritual charge form. The shield would break apart on its own." Speaking of her past failures, a small smile appeared on Ling Lan's lips. During that period of time, the instructors had all had troubled expressions — even Instructor Number Five had not been able to maintain his typical perverse smile, becoming somewhat frenzied by their consistent failures.
"Later on, after happening to see the movement of a trampoline, I wondered if I could make the shield become like a trampoline. As it defended, could it also make the force it received bounce back? After studying it for quite a while, I finally managed to come up with this type of shield. As for why the surface is like a mirror ..." Ling Lan trailed off here, a mischievous smile faintly appearing on her lips.
Ling Lan did not clarify, instead bringing out her heptashield once more. She positioned the three shields right in front of Ling Xiao, and then quickly changed all of them into the palm-sized mirror-surfaced small shields ...
"Can all of them reflect?" asked Ling Xiao, irrepressibly curious.
"Attack and see," said Ling Lan, "Try to use as little strength as possible." The current defensive shield was not as strong as the original version of the heptashield; if Ling Xiao used too much power, he might not be able to see the effect.
Ling Xiao nodded and casually unleashed a spiritual charge. The force and pressure of this spiritual charge were not as strong as that of his previous one. The spiritual power broke through the first shield, and then broke through the second ... but again met obstruction on the third shield, and the remaining power was reflected.
"The defence power of the mirrored surface is greatly weakened, and not every surface has the ability to reflect. Looks like the reflective ability is not because of the mirrored surface ..." With this one strike, Ling Xiao had found the strengths and weaknesses of the shields. He understood that the appearance of the shields was not the most important thing — all of it was a show that Ling Lan wanted others to see.
The three mirrored shields destroyed, Ling Lan merely condensed three new shields before her. This time, the three shields did not change at all, looking exactly the same as Ling Xiao's heptashield.
At this point, Ling Xiao did not need Ling Lan to prompt him. He immediately sent a spiritual charge at the shields. The attack once again broke through the first and second shields, but was obstructed at the third shield, where the force was reflected back once more.
"This time, the reflective shield looks exactly like a normal heptashield. That means that the reflective ability is not due to external factors but an internal quality ... but, why is it always the third shield which reflects? Are you free to choose which shield has the reflective ability, or is it restricted to the final shield? Or can all three shields have the power to reflect?" Gaining new information, Ling Xiao just had even more questions.
"I can only control one reflective shield at present, because the spiritual composition of the reflective shield is different from the original heptashield. As for which shield is reflective, that is up to me to choose," answered Ling Lan, "The reason why I place it on the third shield is because your power is too strong. Without the two shields before it to whittle away some of the power, I am not confident the reflection would succeed. Father, you should know that the reflective ability of the modified shield has its limits. If an attack exceeds that limit, the shield will just break and fail to have any reflective effect."
Listening to Ling Lan's explanation, Ling Xiao could not help but nod along. When he heard his daughter say his power was strong, he couldn't help but preen internally. Could this be considered his daughter's roundabout way of acknowledging him as her father? Ling Xiao was being overly optimistic about this. Ling Lan was just stating the facts, without any other thought in mind.
"Also, the defensive ability of a reflective shield is lower than that of a normal heptashield. Till now, I have not found a way to solve that issue." A trace of regret appeared on Ling Lan's face. If she could make the defensive power of the reflective shield equal to that of the original heptashield, only then would her innovation be considered successful. Right now, it was still an unfinished product.
"Ling Lan, you are still young! You still have so much time to perfect this technique," said Ling Xiao, "The creation of a new technique must go through countless experimentations and revisions. Don't be impatient."
This advice startled Ling Lan — that's true, when did she become so impatient? Instructor Number One had plainly told them before that developing a new technique required the test of true combat. In the process, countless adjustments and revisions were doubtlessly necessary. What remained in the end would definitely be the result of countless reforging.
"Thank you, father!" Even if she was unable to call Ling Xiao 'daddy' so intimately right now, Ling Lan would not be stingy with the address of 'father'.
Emotion flashed through Ling Xiao's eyes. This was a good sign! His daughter's tone seemed to be softer than it had been previously — did this mean that his daughter had already accepted him?
Ling Xiao decided to strike while the iron is hot, and take the chance to interact well with Ling Lan now, so he began asking more about the spiritual construction of her reflective shield. Ling Lan had never thought to hide this information, so when Ling Xiao asked, she began describing all her findings to him.
Mu Shui-qing looked at the father and daughter pair before him discussing the command of spiritual power, and the heart-warming scene made his eyes feel a little damp. In the past three years, he had fantasized before how wonderful it would be if Ling Xiao still lived! Who would have thought that three years later, his fantasies would become reality ... the heavens were truly kind to this old man for letting him see this scene ...
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Time passed swiftly; a month's time over in the blink of an eye. Sometime during the month, the acceptance letter from the First Men's Military Academy arrived as expected.
However, on the day the letter was collected, another case of domestic violence occurred in the Ling family. Seeing the acceptance letter rekindled Lan Luofeng's dormant grudge with a new dose of anger. She instantly gave Ling Xiao a kick, not forgetting to add on an elbow attack as well ... As Ling Xiao was afraid that he would harm Lan Luofeng accidentally, he did not dare to use Qi to protect himself. So, Lan Luofeng's attacks landed squarely on Ling Xiao's body, causing him to grimace in pain.
Not just that, that night, Lan Luofeng staunchly refused to let Ling Xiao into her bedroom. However, early the next day, Ling Lan was lucky enough to see Ling Xiao being kicked out of Lan Luofeng's bedroom, so she knew that Ling Xiao had still managed to sneak into Lan Luofeng's bedroom successfully last night!
In contrast to Lan Luofeng's anger, the main victim in question, Ling Lan, seemed not at all concerned. Since Ling Xiao had said that he would be able to help her handle all those tests and training that could expose her gender, what else was there for her to worry about? Besides, she was actually quite curious about the First Men's Military Academy.
Meanwhile, in this one month, Ling Lan had often sparred with her father Ling Xiao. Of course, this was just a nice way of putting it — in fact, she had been one-sidedly bullied by Ling Xiao via all manner of torments. When it came to combat, Ling Xiao showed no mercy. This made Ling Lan miss Qi Long and her band of companions terribly — because when she fought with them, she would be the one playing Ling Xiao's role.
However, Ling Lan's fate of being tormented ended after a month. This was because Ling Xiao had finally succumbed to military headquarters' consecutive desperate summons, finally being summoned out of the Ling family mansion back to military headquarters. A week later, the military would hold a large press conference for him, where they would announce the official commencement of the formation of the 23rd Division. Just like that, Ling Xiao transformed from an extremely free house husband and male nanny extraordinaire into the busiest great general in the Federation.
Accompanying Ling Xiao to military headquarters was the still fuming Lan Luofeng. Of course, Lan Luofeng had not intended to go with Ling Xiao at first, but she had been bundled up and sent on her way with Ling Xiao by Ling Lan. Mind you, in one more month, she too would be setting off for the First Men's Military Academy to register. Was Lan Luofeng supposed to be left all on her own then at the mansion to guard an empty nest?
Furthermore, Ling Xiao was now the most eye-catching superstar general of the military, neither lacking in looks nor reputation. The number of people who liked Ling Xiao must be staggering — if Lan Luofeng continued to sulk and make things difficult for Ling Xiao, what if another woman found some opportunity to wedge her way in? Wouldn't Lan Luofeng regret that to death?
Ling Lan clearly knew that Lan Luofeng was the type that was unyielding on the outside but soft on the inside[2] — if not, during this one month, her dad would not have constantly been kicked out of her mum's bedroom in the morning ... Ling Lan did not have to wonder to know what they had been doing during the night.
However, a few times, Ling Lan had seen Ling Xiao rubbing his knees inexplicably. This made Ling Lan suspect her great father had been punished by her great mother to kneel on a mecha circuit motherboard ...
Ling Lan had seen that thing before — it had lots of parts sticking out vertically on it, all of them very solid and very pointy. At this thought, Ling Lan could almost feel her knees aching in sympathy. She could not help pitying Ling Xiao — her great mother was actually quite the black-bellied character.
[1] 青出于蓝而胜于蓝: The original phrase here is a Chinese idiom that translates literally to 'green is born from blue but is better than blue'.
[2] 嘴硬心软: literally 'mouth hard heart soft'.


After dying from a strange terminal illness, Ling Lan was reborn into a world 10000 years into the future. Although she dearly wished she could just live a peaceful and uneventful life in her new healthy body, fate had other plans ...
 
Forced to disguise herself as a boy just so she could inherit her deceased father's premium military benefits, Ling Lan's journey to adulthood was full of challenges. After much difficulty, she finally turned sixteen when she could drop the charade. But before she could grasp her newfound freedom to get married and start her own family, a twist of fate results in her being thrown into the Federation's top military boys' school.
 
With these twists of fate, Ling Lan had little choice but to walk further and further down a path of no return, one of cold and aloof dominance ...
 
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ryuxenji the translator here. :3 Here are some other things you should know:
 
1) This story is NOT primarily a romance. QI's system right now categorizes all novels taken from the female novel Chinese site (起点女生网) as 'romance' without fail, regardless of whether they truly are romance. So, if you are here just for the romance, you might want to find a different novel. There will be some romance eventually, but most of this novel is Sci-Fi/Xianxia with a lot of world-building and character development.
 
2) I use British spelling. So, please ensure spelling errors are really errors before reporting them.
 
3) No matter what the release rate up top says, the guaranteed release rate right now is 1 chp/day (a.k.a. 7 chps/week). All else is extra at my discretion. (I'll try my best, but RL responsibilities come first.)

Somewhere in the universe a scientist is building a mirror in his lab. A mirror to take you to the realms. The lab is covered in manuscripts and blueprints as well as maps and newspaper clippings. A doughnut can occasionally be found among the clutter.

However he has it built to take the location to the Realm of Mirrors. A place where evil as we see it are the norm. And it is good which is persecuted and hidden. It is also a place where their concept of evil and good are alien in our eyes.

With one twist of the screw, his work is finished. And with that he wipes the sweat off his brow, and then pauses. "This is the greatest work I've done"
He flips the switch. The mirror vibrates mesmerizingly. Then all the color in the lab vanished as waves of some malign source emanate from the mirror. And from within the mirror comes an entity. 
This entity is garbed in a purple and gold leather dinner jacket. The body is transparent and almost like if it was made of glass with a semi-reflective surface. Where a face would be their is none. No eyes,ears, nose or mouth yet it spoke. 
"Good day, my name is Exe I am the emissary from the Realm of Illusion"

To truly fight your evil, you must find the center! The battle has begun! War is imminent! The collapse of our universe has begun!

You have arrived at CCS-001 containment chamber then the guards handed you a file containing information about CCS-001.

CCS-001 is a mirror that was found on a hotel in Alaska in 1992 by the foundation. CCS-001 is classified as level 1 and was being secured by the kcs 001 council.

Its anomalous abilities are strange than a normal mirror, it contains a reflection of yourself horrified banging the mirror and trying to get out, and on occasional seasons much more likely Halloween instead of reflection of yourself its a reflection of a Creature with no eyes with monstrous teeth, it smiles on whoever was using the mirror and will switch places on the user then the creature will use the mirror like a normal human like brushing its teeth and washing its face.

Then the user will be trapped in a dimension with other monsters similar to the first one and the user will try to break out horrified and banging the mirror and wanting to escape. Then the user will return back to its normal dimension while staring at the mirror with a reflection of the user horrified banging the mirror wanting to escape.

There had been a total of 1923 cases of people seeing their reflection in the mirror while 223 cases has encountered the creature in the mirror.

The CCS foundation containment procedures are to cover this mirror with cloth and lock it in the chamber with stone walls with no cameras or any reflective objects surrounding the mirror with guards that has to look in CCS-001 every week. 

After you finished reading the file you walked to CCS-001's containment chamber, you took off your watch, and left your cellphone with the guards, you gave them your ID and the guards nodded then you inserted your level 1 keycard then the doors started to open, you saw CCS-001 covered in cloth you examined the cloth then the guard started to warn you.

"If you try to take off that cloth you might regret it" 

You backed off then you made sure that there is no problems with 001's cloth, you exited 001's containment chamber and head towards CCS-002 containment chamber

If anything, Rakna should have anticipated this could happen. When the last bit of the heart went down his throat, his entire body heated up and made him go through a pain similar or even greater than when he unlocked his Soul Core.

"Shit, not again…" He muttered as Obsidian Blood flickered between dormant and active.

However, this time, he knew there was a difference. This pain wasn't a warning for some sort of internal failure like with his Soul Core. It wasn't doing anything dangerous to him and the fact that Alexa had decided to stay silent was proof of that.

Thus, Rakna just endured and gritted his teeth. Unbeknownst to him, his lupine features began to change at a slow pace. It was nothing obvious but the darkest colors of his tails and ears became the same as the Dusk Lion; even dimmer than they were before.

The appendages themselves were affected as well. His ears became a bit longer and his ear tufts grew in size. As for his tails, they also elongated and simultaneously became a bit thinner but their outward appearance remained that of a wolf.

Then, it was his eyes that changed. While normally, his pupils only became slits when he used The Harvester, they now seemed to be stuck in that state, just like a cat.
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❮◈❯ Pain Resistance has broken through the Exceled State! ❮◈❯
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After what felt like hours, the pain finally disappeared as if it was never there and Rakna rolled over on the floor covered in sweat.  "I swear if this continues to happen…" He grumbled under his breath as the System windows invaded his vision without waiting for him to recover.
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Activation of The Harvester.
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The heart has been assimilated. The Host is partially compatible with divine essence. A clash of opposites has occurred with the Core Gene. The clash has been assuaged by the Second Gene.
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Incorporation Successful.
Third Gene Established: Dusk Lion King
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Current Number of Genetic Factors Assimilated: 3/4
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1St Factor (Core Genome): Nine-Tailed Wolf. Three-Tails Unlocked. Next Tail: Lv.39/Lv.50.
Currently Attuned Aptitudes: True Smell of the Wolf God, Claws, Shape Shift, Shadow Step.
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2nd Factor: Royal Luquila. Next Wings: Lv.39/Lv.100
Currently Attuned Aptitudes: Luquila's Wings, Flight, Fabled Sight, Lesser Regeneration.
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3rd Factor: Dusk Lion King. Next Layer: Lv.39/Lv.50
Currently Attuned Aptitudes: Shuttle Specter Physique, Cross Dimensional Sagacity.
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"No mutation this time since I've already assimilated divine energy from Aquila," Rakna grunted as he sat up. "But the incompatibility between wolves and lions was in all likelihood the cause of the pain," he added then decided to take a look at the two new aptitudes he got; one was the legendary trait of the Dusk Lions and the other was an active skill.
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Shuttle Specter Physique: The famous aptitude allowing one to step in and out of overlapping dimensions without being shredded to pieces.
When actuating this trait, the user becomes an entity independent from space and time for a varying duration of time. There is said to be an infinity of dimensions but the most notorious as well as the contextually relevant one is the Spiritual Dimension of Enthymio.
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Enthymio is known to possess 7 Layers. They are as follow:
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Antanasia – The Gradation of Reflection
Onera – The Cloud of Dreams
Enkata – The Darkness of Depths
Anastrofa – The Falsehood of Inversion
Katastra – The Lands of Ruin
Katarra – The Skies of Collapse
Synekeia – The Road of Continuity
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However, there exists one more Layer. It is regarded as the irregular 8th Layer that none but the royal linage of the Dusk Lions could ever hope to reach:
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Proela – The Root of Origin
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Current Layers Accessible: Antanasia. Next Layer: Onera – Lv.50
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Note: Enthymio is a dimension that will eternally reject invaders. While Dusk Lions possess the ability to enter and leave at will, the rejection will gradually tire them and if too much time is spent in the dimension, the user may either perish or be kicked out without a way to return until the dimension has 'overlooked' them on its own.
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Antanasia
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The Gradation of Reflection is the First Layer of Enthymio as well as the one that every Dusk Lion in existence learns from birth. It allows the user to plunge into the spiritual manifestation of reflections.
Through the medium of any reflective surface, the user can enter what is commonly known as the Mirror World. Ice, water, glass, gold, silver… as long as something produces a reflection, a connection will exist in the Mirror World.
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Note: Beware of where you step in. The Mirror World leads everywhere and nowhere. One mistake will lead to a fate worse than death.
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"That's a pretty loaded description," Rakna muttered. "There isn't a clear instruction on how to use it and there's also no mention of a specific cost… Trii, give me a mirror big enough to fit me."

|| Acknowledged. || The interface responded and a large mirror appeared in front of him without delay. He obviously noticed the changes in his appearance but didn't mind it in the slightest after literally ceasing to be human on the first day of his life in the System. He walked to the mirror and placed his hand on it before frowning.

He felt… something under his palm. He was both touching the mirror and hovering above it as if he was on the edge of an imperceptible barrier. Then, a certain urge came to him. He looked at his own reflection and opened his mouth, "[Reflect My Core, Antanasia.]"

Those words freely came out of his mouth and the next thing he knew, colors were no more. There was just black and white. Even his own body was achromatic. The only exception was the mirror he had still his hand on.

He scowled and slowly pulled away. He blinked at the colored version of himself in his reflection then looked around. The Dusk Lion's body, the tiled roof, the empty training room… everything was the same as the 'other side', for the lack of a better word. But it felt empty in some way.

"Trii, can you hear me?" He asked out loud but no answer came to him. "Alexa?"

[I am here, Rakna. It seems I was brought along with you.]

Rakna hummed and walked around the mirror with a pensive expression. "I think I get it. First of all, touching a reflective surface is enough to allow me to switch into the Mirror World. It doesn't need to be big enough for my body. This place seems to be completely disconnected from the real world. I would say it's like a spiritual copy of the real world but purely in appearance."

He continued his reasoning as he headed toward the exit of the training room. "Which means that nothing is actually built. It just reflected. So, that would imply…" He mumbled and tried to open the door and he easily did so without a sound. He stepped out of the room, looked at the weird black and white version of the Pavilion, and closed the door behind him.

He then backtracked and opened the door again without any problem. That fact in itself was the key to understand this place. No system prompts had been issued and the door hadn't locked itself automatically like it usually does. In the most literal sense of the word, the door was a reflection of the real one in nothing but outward appearance.

"Interesting…" Rakna commented as he returned to the mirror. "The risk that is supposedly worse than death probably refers to the potential lack of reflection. If I ever enter this world in a place with no way of escape and someone takes away the reflective surface I used, I would be stuck for eternity in here."

As he was gradually coming to an understanding of this power, Rakna began to feel a bit tense. It was a bit like the impulsive weakness caused by his crippled state but way more tame and much more external.

"Is this the rejection?" He asked himself and looked at his hands. "I'll have to experiment on this ability later on," he told himself and placed his hand back on the mirror. He repeated the chant he had intoned earlier and, in the blink of an eye, he was back on the correct side of the mirror.

He stepped back from the mirror and sighed. "You can retrieve it now, Trii." He didn't need to say it twice as the mirror was gone before he could even react. "All right, next one…"
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Cross Dimensional Sagacity (Lv.1): The ability to sense dimensional displacements with the five senses. Once the skill is activated, the user will become capable of pinpointing with perfect accuracy the focal points of the dimensions composing an object as well as detecting distortions that cannot be normally comprehended such as paradoxes and spatial irregularities.
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Cost: None.
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"Another vague one…" He grumbled and mentally commanded for this new skill of his to activate and immediately, he lost all of his bearings and collapsed on the ground on all four. His head was spinning because of the chaotic flux of feedback entering his head.

He felt like he had suddenly been dropped inside a vortex of mismatched elements. He couldn't even focus a single second to try and inspect one of them. Ultimately, he quickly deactivated the skill and took a deep breath.

He panted for a few seconds and let his irritation out with a groan. "Alexa… this system of yours is a piece of crap. It would be nice if I didn't have to go through this kind of thing every time I test a new ability."

[…would you like me to file a complaint?]

"…nice one," Rakna sighed and decided to turn the skill back on when he was calm enough. If he wasn't wrong, the cause of his horrible dizziness just now was because of the range. This skill's range seemed to be considerably bigger than he imagined.

For a short moment, he had perceived all the dimensions inside the Pavilion in a very condensed manner. Considering the dimensional clutter this place was, it was no wonder that it had been too much for him.

So, this time, with a bit more care, he made sure to restrain it as best as he could. He also added a part of his soul power to the equation because until now, it had never disappointed him.

"Much better," he commented as he eyed the countless silver strings floating around his vision. He raised an eyebrow and tried to touch one only for it to escape his grasp. "It said the focal points of an object, right?" He droned. "Trii, materialize a boulder. I don't care about the size."

|| Acknowledged. || It followed his command and a large boulder, nearly two meters high, flashed into existence inside the training room.

Rakna instantly noticed that there were some strings attached to it. However, they were not silver but brown. He tried to grab one but it fled from his touch. "Focal…" He repeated and mused before extending his claws.

He squinted his eyes and accurately pierced the very base of the string, at the exact point where it was connected to the boulder. Then, with a small thrust, Rakna watched in mild shock as several cracks formed around the tip of his finger.
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❮◈❯ Cross Dimensional Sagacity has leveled up! ❮◈❯
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The damages it had sustained weren't huge or anything but this effect was more than impressive already. If he had used more strength on that, he might have completely obliterated the stone.

"Though, I can expect boulders like these to have many structural weaknesses… The same thing can't be said about living beings or crafted items," Rakna said and disengaged the skill, reverting his senses to normal.

"Anyway, this should be enough for today. My stamina is still decreasing, even if I'm not directly using it," he uttered and left the training room after retrieving the Dusk Lion's body. "Time to rest."

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not. Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice? No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy. 

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him? Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him?

The Harvester does not sow, he only collects. All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take. He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

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