Lith couldn't hide his excitement as he opened the Book of Infinity, eager to see what the system had to reveal. The book seemed ancient yet strangely alive, with its pages shifting and shimmering with letters that looked like they were written in a language born from stars and magic. Each symbol seemed to dance, rearranging itself, almost as if it held secrets beyond comprehension.
On the first page, in bold, mesmerizing letters, was the word Status. Lith felt a rush of anticipation as he looked down at the words written in shifting ink. The language was different from the Book of Fate, something older, stranger—symbols that seemed both familiar and alien at the same time.
He read the details, his eyes widening slightly:
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Name: Lith Evure
Rank: Supreme Primarch of Eternity
(Lith chuckled to himself at the title. It had a nice ring to it, hinting at power beyond even his expectations.)
Race: Primordial Chaos
(A rare and unique race, the highest among the realms, marked by boundless potential and eternal essence.)
Skills: None listed
("Great," Lith muttered. "I don't even get a starter skill? Some system...")
Strength: ♾️
Constitution: ♾️
Durability: ♾️
Mana and Energy: ♾️
Defense: ♾️
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Lith blinked, momentarily speechless as he saw the infinity symbols next to all his main attributes. He couldn't help but let out a groan, running his hand through his hair. "Are you serious, System? You gave me a gift to absorb power, but I'm already maxed out? That's like getting a bottomless drink and then finding out you can't get thirsty!"
The system's voice chimed in, unperturbed. "Ding. Host is indeed at infinite capacity in all primary attributes. However, the Essence Devourer still allows for absorption of memories, abilities, and skills."
Lith let out a sigh of relief, grinning a bit. "So I'm not completely overpowered to the point of uselessness, huh? Good to know. And it's not like I'm finding excuses to make the gift sound better," he muttered, feigning indignation. "Definitely not."
Satisfied with his examination, Lith closed the book and turned his attention to Hana. She stood nearby, her gaze soft but distant, as if contemplating her place in this strange world they were now bound to. Lith couldn't help but feel curious. Her son, the arrogant boy he had defeated, was gone, yet she seemed... calm. He decided to probe.
"Hana," Lith began, tilting his head with a slightly teasing smile, "I've gotta ask… I killed your son. If it were any other mother, I'd expect them to be clawing at my throat by now. But you… instead of revenge, you chose to stand by my side. Heck, you even—" He coughed, his cheeks coloring slightly as he thought of last night. "You even spent the night with me."
Hana looked at him with a steady gaze, her eyes holding a mixture of sorrow and relief. "He was not truly my son," she replied, her voice calm but tinged with bitterness. "He… he killed my husband and my brother. His greed and arrogance led to their deaths." Her expression softened, as though a weight had been lifted from her soul. "I could no longer see him as my child. You freed me from his shadow."
Lith nodded, feeling a surprising pang of sympathy. "That guy was definitely greedy and arrogant," he muttered, recalling Kazuki's scornful words and ambitions.
Then his gaze drifted back to Hana, taking in her striking features and the graceful lines of her face. The memories of last night lingered, and he found himself smiling a bit more mischievously. "You know," he murmured, his voice dropping as he drew closer to her, "there's something we didn't quite finish this morning."
Without another word, he pulled her into a warm embrace, catching her off guard. Before Hana could react, Lith had already teleported them back to his bedroom in the citadel, a grand, elegant space that held traces of both magic and mystery.
The rest of the day was filled with laughter, conversation, and shared moments of vulnerability. Lith, for all his cosmic power and untold potential, found himself feeling like a young man exploring the simple joys of companionship and connection.
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Later that evening, Lith stood in the grand hall once more, a confident grin on his face as he gazed upon the citadel and his future. Holding the Book of Infinity in his hand, he felt his power, his purpose, and his potential coalescing into something profound. The system whispered faintly in his mind, reminding him of all he had yet to achieve and explore.
The universe was vast, filled with realms, challenges, and possibilities. And with his powers, the citadel at his side, and his growing bond with Hana, Lith knew he was just getting started.
With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, feeling the ancient energy of the citadel hum in harmony with his own, and he allowed himself a single thought, a mantra that resonated through his soul.
"This is only the beginning."
As Lith and Hana stepped through the gate, they emerged into a vast, lush forest, its trees towering high with thick, gnarled trunks and leaves that shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow. The forest floor was blanketed with dense ferns and wildflowers that released tiny, glowing spores with every step. Above them, the sky held an eerie beauty, with two brilliant suns casting shadows from different angles, bathing the entire forest in an unearthly golden-green light. Off in the far distance, a dark vortex swirled ominously—an ominous, churning storm that marked the entrance to the abyss, known as the Mouth of the Abyss. Its shadows seemed to pulse and writhe as though alive, sending out ripples of dark energy.
Lith barely spared it a glance. After all, he had seen far worse. But Hana seemed momentarily mesmerized by the landscape, as if even this place's beauty struck her deeply. She turned to him and smiled, saying, "Master, we are here."
Just as the words left her lips, her face contorted in shock. A sharp, searing pain tore through her chest, and she looked down to see a gaping, bloody hole where her heart should have been. Her gaze flickered up to Lith in disbelief, eyes wide as she choked on her breath. Lith simply looked back at her, his face cold and unreadable, as if this revelation was little more than a mild inconvenience.
Hana's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching at her chest. Her form began to twist and melt, her skin turning an unnatural, oily black as her true nature was revealed. She wasn't Hana at all, but something vile and corrupted—a hollow shell, a puppet under the control of an eldritch being. Her body disintegrated into an ink-black mist, hissing and writhing before it faded completely.
With a sigh, Lith dusted off his hands, watching the last traces of the creature vanish. "What a shame," he muttered dryly. "I'd give you credit for effort, but let's be honest… subtlety isn't your strong suit."
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Earlier that morning, Lith had been lounging in his bed within the Citadel's chambers, surrounded by towering shelves lined with priceless relics and ancient tomes. He was relaxed, contemplating his next move, when The Chronicle of Infinite Truth, one of the legendary eleven books orbiting his resting place, floated over and opened of its own accord. The tome's pages began to shift, the text forming into an entry on a sinister creature known as an Umbrawraith.
The description was disturbing: Umbrawraiths were powerful eldritch parasites, creatures who could only survive by consuming others. They not only took their hosts' memories and bodies but their very essence, using their victims as hollow shells until they found another host to infect. Unlike typical parasites, Umbrawraiths were cunning, hunting for strong minds and powerful individuals to wear like a mask, infiltrating the lives of others and slowly spreading their dark influence.
Lith raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to why the book was showing him this now. With a sigh, he summoned The Codex of Predestined Fates, flipping through its ancient, whispering pages. The Codex's text formed into a single, enigmatic sentence: "She is not what you think she is."
Lith's brow furrowed as he tried to puzzle out its meaning, but the book's message only deepened his confusion. His face twisted with mild irritation. "Really, cryptic as ever," he muttered to himself. "Would it kill these books to be a little less... theatrical?"
Growing tired of the mystery, Lith finally summoned The Primordial Tome: Origin of All Power, the first and most powerful of the legendary tomes. Unlike the others, The Primordial Tome could tap into the powers of all ten books, combining their knowledge and strength to uncover the most hidden truths. Its pages opened with a radiant, ethereal glow, merging the power of the Chronicle of Infinite Truth and the Codex of Predestined Fates.
The answer that emerged sent a chill through him: "Hana died long ago alongside her husband and brother."
Lith's jaw clenched. He realized now that the books had been warning him all along. The Hana by his side had been nothing more than a creature in disguise—a dark puppet controlled by an Umbrawraith. He closed the book with a heavy sigh, his heart hardening against the betrayal. "Well, it's a good thing I didn't get too attached," he remarked, though a sliver of sadness lingered behind his indifferent tone.
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Back in the forest, Lith glanced up from where Hana had fallen, only to see a pale, ghostly figure—a shimmering silhouette of Hana, bowing to him in silent gratitude. Her eyes shone with a faint glow, as though acknowledging his role in avenging her. Lith watched solemnly as her spirit dissipated, her soul finally released to the cycle of reincarnation.
With a deep sigh, Lith took in his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over the towering trees and verdant landscape. Despite the serene beauty of the forest, the two suns cast an odd, fractured light, and shadows danced across the ground in twisted, surreal patterns. His eyes lingered on the sky for a moment, noting the massive dark vortex looming in the distance—a swirling storm marking the Mouth of the Abyss. Its pulsing darkness seemed to call out to him, as if taunting him with yet another challenge.
Lith snorted dismissively, brushing off the dark thoughts. "Well, as fun as it would be to jump into that lovely vortex of death, I've got other things to do." He activated his living armor, a dark metallic suit that shimmered and shifted with his movements, readying himself to explore this world.
He took a step forward, smiling faintly as he felt the forest's energy pulse beneath his feet. Time to find a town, gather some information, and maybe grab a snack, he thought, letting a smirk play across his face.
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