บท 255: Training Montage Part 3
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(Aden's P.O.V)
Stepping foot on the giant training planet was more akin to the exertion of running a million miles. I could easily do it but still, the effort was noticeable. I burst through the ever present gray clouds that could instantly flash freeze a human just from being too close.
The entry was fairly okay. Before my eyes, I could see a smooth landscape made up of shallow craters and small mounds of rock. Ice covered a huge portion of the planet and no life was present here. No carbon life at least. Silicone based life forms could maybe survive here but I was not about to find that out. This was my training grounds.
A place I could go all out without fear of breaking something.
My breath fogged and broke apart into tiny ice shards that fell to the ground. I immediately decided against breathing. My feet landed on the ground and the pull of the planet's gravity, stuck to me like glue. Immediately I could tell that any other flier would be hard pressed to leave the surface of the planet without a great amount of propulsion.
The first thing I did upon reaching there was go into meditation to mentally prepare myself for the task ahead. I knew what I wanted and how to go about it. All I needed was the will to keep at it.
My Homunculi puppet was similarly training, having started upon the concepts of ice and time. I didn't think there would be a lot of noticeable progress from that, but it didn't mean that that particular path was wrong. Everything was connected. It was all about finding that bond.
I arranged my thoughts, using a telepathic skill I had learned where I completely discarded any other thoughts processes not pertaining or relating to one sole objective. I felt my mind grow sharper, the faces of everyone I knew and loved taking a backseat.
Was it possible to be more powerful than I already was?
Yes.
How though?
A few ways come to mind.
First of all, I could essentially gain more divinities and domains. Every single divinity would come with an enhancement to my physique that stacked on to what I already had. This would effectively increase my physical parameters to even scarier levels and came with additional powers and skills.
The second way was to focus on shoring up my weaknesses. Which begs the question, what weakness did I have? My energy manipulation abilities had always been the focus and my main Fighting style.
Using elemental attacks to bombard an enemy from different angles. I had been in so many numerous fights, I could come up with attack strategies that they wouldn't see coming. And with my Homunculi puppet focusing entirely on water bending, it was safe to say that this particular fighting style would only grow. It wasn't accurate to say it was my weakness.
Then we have the divine side of things. To be completely honest, being a god was harder than I thought it would be. No, I'm not complaining. I always had to keep my aura in check. Especially my true form which was whenever I went into elementalization or cast away my mortal flesh and became a being of super energy. Power? I had lots of it, the problem was the control at times.
Imagine walking around with cuffs in your hands, that was what it felt like whenever I had to interact with a lower life form. Ha ha, can't believe I thought of them like that. Then again, it is factually true. So while it wasn't correct to call it a weakness, neither was it a strong point. Only meditation and increased mind and body mastery could help that.
Moving on, there was the matter of my psychic abilities. I had telepathy which I constantly used, telekinesis which I rarely if ever used (the complete control over the realm I possessed made me spoiled), clairvoyance and a number of crazy mental abilities that I had the potential to achieve.
Time was the problem. I especially wanted to master telekinesis, having seen the information that at its highest level, I could effectively achieve control over reality. The system never lied. If it thought I could do so, then I had the potential for it. The skills were too undeveloped to call them a weakness though. That would change if I focused on my mental abilities and found my talent for it lacking.
The spirit or rather the soul was next up. To be frank, I probably had the most talent in this branch of my power system than anything else. Let me explain, the Avatar was the bridge between the physical world and the ethereal. That was the core of my being. That was the basis of all of it. I was literally made for this. It was in me, which is most likely why I took it for granted. My approach to it was the weakness.
The last and most underestimated of my combat styles was my physique. When I had first arrived here, all my focus had been on ensuring I survived. And that had meant having a stronger body. Taking advantage of adaptive physiology, I had managed to use two serums to upgrade my body to the level where I wouldn't immediately die from the aftershocks of a battle between powerful opponents.
But then when my skill in elemental manipulation picked up, my physique had taken a backseat. That was my true weakness.
A stronger body only posed an advantage for me. It would ensure that controlling my other powers went smoothly. A strong body meant doing feats that were crazy. Saitama only had his body to rely on. And now that I had regeneration, paired up with adaptive physiology, it would be dumb and a blatant insult to the geek community if I didn't take this chance to power up even more.
This would be completed in two sets of training. The first was Body Refining.
I did not waste time and immediately delved into the first set of the training.
With immense control I was able to coax out my flames. The golden flames were the combination of all my myriad flames apart from my silver fire but that was not what I was going for. Instead the former was the highlight.
Silver fire was still the most dangerous thing in my arsenal. The more I developed into a high tier being, the more I was weirded out by it's nature. Silver fire could burn something in its entirety. It followed no one's law. Even I could only direct these flames, not control them. Not really.
And I was going to use them for something that was downright insane and reckless. Body Refining.
I had stumbled my way onto that particular perk by accident and it hadn't had time to shine yet. That would change today. So how?
My sliver flames rose up under my direction, covering my body in a silver cloak. Instantly in a zone of about 500 feet all around, the temperature grew to insane levels, melting the ground and ice into a viscous watery gell that popped and released noxious acidic gas. The clothes I was wearing, disappeared in the blaze. I let it happen.
I started sweating as the silver flames buckled against my control. A few seconds of this and I would be burnt to a crisp if I wasn't careful. I wouldn't die but I would also be stuck in agony for eternity. My immortal soul would be sustained by the realm and my divinities while the silver flames continued to burn tirelessly. Aiming to destroy me.
Luckily, it did not get to that point. I directed the flames through out my body, refining it by focusing on any waste I had accumulated. A pleasurable feeling invaded my body. It felt like the best massage I had ever had.
A few hours later and I looked different. My brown skin had a glow to it. My teeth were sparkling white, my eyes were clear and twinkled and my height had increase by an inch. My hair funnily enough trailed all the way to my lower back. I felt euphoric and itched to try and see the effects of the change.
However, I stopped myself, preparing my mind and body for what was about to happen.
Burning away the accumulated waste was not enough.
"The vessel, the holder, the container."
I chanted a calming mantra.
"Imperfect. Perfect in potential."
I fell deeper into the conceptual, my mind pulling me past the walls of my personality into my metaphysical state. A state where my whole being did not distinguish from the soul, the mind and the body. A unification of all. My whole being was laid bare for me to see, to read to understand... to change.
A bunch of incomprehensible jargon to someone else, I could see the aspects of myself I hid from the world. The driving force under every action. The code.
Authorities held together each of these aspects, connecting and detaching with every change in thought but never fading away to obscurity. It was a world onto itself. Maintained by Trillions of cells all with their own functionality and living mark.
I passed that and delved even deeper into my existence, then deeper into the shackles imposed on that existence. There, I found it.
Below my true name that I immediately erased the memory of, I found the 3rd dimension being template. The signature of my creator in other words. The limits of my being. A stop gap to ensure I never became more than I was supposed to be. The signature reminded me of the same spark of power The Presence had in every single creation of his.
Weakness
Mortality
Disease
Death
Emotions
These were the locks imposed on my existence. I could not exist without them because they made me, me. This was the true 'going against the heavens shit.'
They might have been me. Might have been necessary for this component of different aspects that was 'ME' to essentially keep living. However, my silver flames had something to say to that.
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