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Back at the Awakening Platform...
A storm of light roared in Ron's mind, flooding every inch of his being with power. But it wasn't just strength—it was memory. Raw. Divine. Forgotten no longer.
Time froze.
> "So… this is it,"
His voice echoed within a boundless mental realm. Awareness expanded. The very limits of his mind cracked open like eggshells.
Ron expected chaos—fragments of the Bone Attribute, maybe scraps of potential. But what he found stunned even the immortal soul within.
Three presences pulsed in the inner void.
> One: a skeleton. Still, massive, and radiating eerie vitality.
> Two: a floating sword. Plain at first glance—but the space around it bent and twisted, shrouded in mystic force.
> Three: a cosmic orb. A swirling galaxy of starlight, threads of time and space spinning in an infinite dance.
Ron's breath caught.
"…Three attributes?"
His voice was steady, but the disbelief ran deep.
He stepped through the mindscape like a visitor in a long-forgotten temple. Each footfall echoed with divine weight. He paused before the sword, his eyes narrowing.
Recognition struck.
> "This sword… it's mine. The one I forged over countless eras. The blade that carved down stars. And this… this cosmos orb—I forged it at the brink of godhood."
His hands curled into fists.
> "I was one step away. One step from becoming a Cosmic Deity… and someone stopped me."
He stared at the trio of forces.
Unstable. Alive. Each humming with ancient resonance.
He approached the sword spirit. With each step, the mindscape trembled.
He reached out. Fingers trembling—not with fear, but reverence.
The moment his skin brushed the hilt, warmth surged up his arm. Not heat—power. Memory. Destiny.
> "You're still with me," he whispered. "My legacy. My future."
He opened his eyes.
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In the Real World…
A white Halo floated calmly above Ron's head.
The crowd had already dismissed him. Another low-tier talent. A wasted seed.
But none of them saw the storm brewing beneath the surface. None could feel the divine forces pulsing quietly in his soul.
Ron smiled faintly.
> "They have no idea. Once I stabilize these… I'll shake the entire world."
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On the Road Home…
The village was quiet. Mud squelched under their feet.
Arun walked beside Ron, silent, eyes fixed on the ground.
> "Ron… don't let this bother you," he said finally. "I know some people at the academy. I'll talk to them. You'll get in."
His voice was strong. His heart wasn't.
Ron looked up. His expression was calm, gentle even. But behind those eyes…
A smirk twitched at the corners of his lips.
> "Don't worry, Father. I'm not giving up." He paused, then added, "I've got a lot to learn."
Arun smiled, unaware of the cosmic truth behind those words.
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Back Home…
Rejection after rejection.
Arun called every contact he knew. Every academy turned them down.
> "White Halo? Sorry, not qualified."
Each call cut deeper.
Then Mina stepped in.
> "Give me the phone."
She dialed. Waited. Spoke with authority.
> "Yes, my son awakened today. White Halo. I know… Yes? You'll consider it? Thank you. But—what's the issue?"
She hung up, eyes furrowed.
Arun followed her down the hall. They opened Ron's door—
And froze.
Ron sat cross-legged, surrounded by wisps of energy. His Halo shimmered faintly—but now bore three faint white stars. Unranked. Undefined. But clearly… advancing.
> "He's cultivating already?" Arun whispered.
> "No…" Mina's voice shook. "He's evolving."
Ron opened his eyes.
> "Mom? Dad? You needed something?"
They rushed inside.
> "Ron! You've reached three stars? Already? Without a guiding attribute?!"
Ron tilted his head, thoughtful. Then smiled.
> "I met someone while meditating. An old man. Said he was a god. Took me as a disciple. Gave me some... insights."
They blinked.
> "A divine remnant…"
> "A Monarch's soul!"
Ron nodded solemnly.
Classic.
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Later That Night…
Ron sat alone again, drifting back into his consciousness.
Before him stood the towering skeleton. Its eye sockets shimmered faintly—lit from within by soul-fire.
> "This isn't just Bone," Ron muttered. "It's… evolving. Growing."
He sat down, breathing slowly. Channeling the ancient technique once carved into the sword's core.
Energy began to spin.
Sword. Bone. Cosmos.
Each fought for dominance.
> "They're too different. Too wild. But if I can merge them… if I can stabilize the cosmic essence across the other two…"
He clenched his fists.
> "Then I'll do what no one in any realm has done before."
Power surged.
White light met golden runes and black void. They spun around him like celestial dragons.
His Halo trembled—flashed.
One star. Two. Three…
Then—
> BOOM.
A shockwave erupted in the mental realm. Divine light burst outward. For a second, even the stars beyond the void seemed to blink.
Ron's body trembled.
Then slowly… the light calmed.
He exhaled.