At the center was Denis, a young man widely regarded as a genius. With his handsome composure and striking presence, if this were a novel, he would undoubtedly be the protagonist, or at the very least, the perfect male lead.
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To his right stood Thur, the third most promising descendant of the clan.
To his left was Tyler, the only female among them. She was undeniably beautiful, but her cold, distant aura made her seem unapproachable. Yet, she wasn't just a pretty face, she was also remarkably talented. Ranked as the second-strongest of the Sherman family's new generation, her battle prowess was said to rival even Denis.
She had only one friend in the entire family, someone everyone knew well:
Morca Sherman, the One... Eyed Librarian.
Morca remained still, his face unreadable. He wasn't nervous, he already knew what he had to do.
If anything, his only concern was to defect his clone.
If he failed, he would remain a mortal for the rest of his life, an outcome he refused to even consider.
Under the intense gazes of nearly a hundred youths gathered below the platform, the First Elder raised his hand. Circulating his mana, he cast a seal upon the massive stone gateway behind him.
With a low hum, the gateway slowly opened.
The First Elder's voice rang out once more.
"The gateway will remain open for only 30 minutes before it closes."
He then explained the process they would undergo.
"Once inside, submerge yourselves in the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool for 30 minutes. If your awakening is successful, you will emerge immediately, there's no need to wander inside unnecessarily."
The first to step forward were the three standing behind him; Denis, Tyler, and Thur.
Then, the rest of the youths followed closely behind, including Morca.
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Inside the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool
The cave was illuminated by a mesmerizing golden glow, reflected from the crystal.
.. clear water of the pool. A mystical aura filled the air, a sensation of purity and power intertwined.
This was the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool, discovered centuries ago during the monster horde invasion. The Sherman Family had been granted access to a portion of it, as one of the seven ancient clans that fought to protect humanity.
Each of the seven great families possessed their own Awakened Pool, passing down its powerful gifts through generations.
Morca wasted no time.
He had exactly 30 minutes to complete his task.
Failure would mean remaining a mortal forever.
Splash! Plop! Glug!
A loud splash echoed through the cave as something hit the water, breaking the momentary stillness.
The other youths turned toward the sound, Morca was already sinking.
Without hesitation, the rest of the candidates jumped in as well, their bodies vanishing beneath the surface.
Soon, the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool regained its tranquility.
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The Awakening Process begins
How could mere water awaken a mortal, transforming them into an Awakened, granting them extraordinary power to defy nature itself?
The answer was simple, yet profound.
The Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool worked by stimulating one's genes through deep immersion in its mystical waters.
To become an Awakened, one had to first simulate the flow of energy through their veins, muscles, meridians, and brain, an internal battle known as the Rolex Battle.
This was the first stage of awakening.
Every youth present had already completed this stage.
Now, they faced the second and final stage, gene stimulation through their veins, muscles, meridians, and brain for body purification.
And then, Boom!
The moment your genes awakened, you gained an incredible superpower, the ability to command lightning.
Some Awakeners wielded the power to manipulate space, allowing them to move objects with telekinesis. Others became masters of weapons, wielding swords and daggers with deadly precision. Some could even slow time, control flames, or shroud everything in darkness.
There were countless unique abilities, shadow, death, and many more. Each ancient family possessed a distinct bloodline attribute, passed down through generations.
Beyond these inherited abilities, some Awakeners could control natural elements like earth, light, wood, and wind. Then there were summoners, those who could call forth powerful beasts to aid them in battle. Depending on their preference, they could summon creatures best suited to their combat style.
But what of those who failed to awaken an extraordinary ability? Were they doomed to remain weak? Not necessarily. Even if two individuals shared the same elemental attribute, their true strength depended on their level of cultivation.
However, the path of cultivation was treacherous. Advancing to higher stages was incredibly difficult, and only the seven ancient families possessed the proper techniques to consistently produce the most powerful Awakeners. Because of this, ordinary cultivators struggled to keep up, the gap between them and the elites growing wider with each passing generation.
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As soon as Morca plunged into the Constitutive Divine Pool, an overwhelming sense of calm washed over him.
A mysterious force extracted his soul, and the pool's water seeped into his skin, flowing through his veins, muscles, meridians, and mind. The Awakening Process had begun.
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The grand hall shimmered under a celestial glow, countless colored lights reflecting off the polished floor, casting an ethereal beauty over the space. The very walls, built from gleaming phosphorescent stone, pulsed with a soft radiance, a sight so breathtaking that any who beheld it would be left in awe.
At the center of the hall, a lone figure sat cross...legged in meditation, eyes closed. He was clad entirely in black, a dark sword resting upon his lap. His long, flowing black hair seemed almost alive, moving as though swayed by an unseen force. He sat there, calm and undisturbed.
Suddenly, another figure materialized on the opposite side of the hall.
It took the shape of a young man, identical to the one seated in the center, except for one striking difference: a black eye patch covered his left eye.
Who else could it be but the infamous "One-Eyed Librarian Fool" of the Sherman family?
Morca Sherman, Nihility.
For a brief moment, Morca nearly forgot why he had come here. The scene before him was unreal.
He had expected a dark coliseum, a battlefield drenched in shadows. Instead, he stood before a realm of unfathomable beauty.
Taking a steadying breath, he turned his gaze toward the figure in the center of the hall. And at that moment, his heart shuddered.
There was something about the way the figure sat, untouched by time or the elements, as though darkness itself revered him.
As its sole ruler.
His aura pulsed beneath the celestial illuminators, growing stronger with each passing second. Even the stars above seemed to bow before his presence.
In a word, he looked ancient. Primordial.
Then, his eyes opened.
The space around them trembled violently, as though it had waited eons for this very moment.
"How pathetic you are, Morca Sherman… or should I say, Morca Walker?"
The figure, (Morca's clone) spoke in a calm, almost indifferent voice. Yet, his lips never moved.
Morca's breath hitched. I swear I just heard a voice in my head, but he never opened his mouth. And how the hell does he know me so well? How does he even know my name from my past life?
The clone smirked.
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I will drop tomorrow three chapters today because, I'll be extremely busy tomorrow
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