Chapter 13 :THE FIRST CRACK
⟡ Ten Days Later ⟡
On a quiet island beneath an endless sky, Vektron cultivated in absolute stillness.
The wind drifted gently across the land. The ocean remained calm, as if even nature itself dared not disturb this moment.
Then—
a change occurred.
His aura erupted—not violently, but like a perfect bloom of energy unfolding into completion.
Breakthrough.
From Core Formation — Advanced Stage to Core Formation — Perfection Stage.
The surrounding space subtly resonated, acknowledging his ascent.
And in that instant—
two presences descended.
The First Being… and Yhach.
They did not arrive like invaders of reality.
They arrived like its heartbeat.
Vektron immediately knelt.
"My Lord God… My Father…"
The First Being looked at him with infinite gentleness.
"It is well, My child."
"You have grown beautifully."
Yhach stepped forward with a soft smile.
"Congratulations again, my brother. Well done."
Tears fell from Vektron's eyes.
"My Father… thank You… so much… forever and ever…"
"And thank You so much, Brother Yhach…"
The First Being responded warmly.
"You are always welcome, My happiness."
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⟡ The Call Across Existence ⟡
Soon after—
Yhach's voice echoed across all existence.
Not as sound… but as will itself.
"It is time to gather."
In an instant—
countless golden portals opened across infinite universes and worlds.
One by one, all beings answered the call.
They arrived at the Happiness Origin Place.
At its center stood the Golden Church, infinite in size and presence.
All beings entered.
They knelt. They worshipped. They glorified the First Being with every fragment of their existence.
Not through words alone—but through soul, consciousness, and being itself.
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⟡ Two Days Later ⟡
On another world—Drago cultivated in solitude.
Then—
his energy surged and stabilized in perfect harmony.
Breakthrough.
From Core Formation — Advanced Stage to Foundation Perfection — Early Stage.
Space trembled softly in response.
And then—
the First Being and Yhach appeared.
Drago immediately fell to his knees.
"My Lord God… thank You so much…"
The First Being smiled gently.
"You are progressing well, My son. Continue your path."
Yhach added softly.
"We are always with you. Keep growing."
Drago bowed deeply.
"I will… I will continue, my Father…"
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⟡ The Second Gathering ⟡
One day later—
Yhach's voice once again resonated through all existence.
"It is time for gathering."
Golden portals reopened across reality.
Beings stepped through in unity.
All returned to the Golden Church within the Happiness Origin Place.
But this time—
Vektron arrived late.
He stood outside the church and immediately knelt.
"My Lord God… I am sorry… I arrived late…"
"I beg for forgiveness…"
The First Being turned toward him gently.
"It is okay, My child."
"You do not need to apologize."
"I understand."
"Now, rise."
Vektron trembled… then slowly stood and entered the church.
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⟡ Inside the Golden Church ⟡
Silence reigned.
Not emptiness… but sacred presence.
Across existence—
Grazzor, one of the First Beings of the Light Race, collapsed to his knees.
He pressed his forehead against the ground repeatedly.
"My Father… I'm sorry… I am truly sorry for not attending earlier…"
The First Being's voice echoed through existence itself.
"My son."
"It is okay."
"You do not need to apologize."
"I understand."
"Now… stand up."
A warmth spread across existence itself.
Grazzor trembled… then slowly stood.
And the First Being was there.
Everywhere.
Always.
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Elsewhere—within the realm of the First Beings—
Zekiel, one of the First Beings of the Wind Race, spoke into the void.
"Brother Grem… may I enter?"
Grem, one of the First Beings of the Radiant Race, stood upon a golden mountain.
He looked upward and replied calmly.
"Yes, my brother. You may come."
Zekiel arrived shortly after.
The golden sky stretched endlessly above them as they sat together on radiant thrones.
Zekiel smiled.
"I came to invite you. Later, let us go to Vyron together."
Grem exhaled softly.
"I'm sorry, brother Zekiel… I am occupied at the moment. I cannot go."
Zekiel smiled warmly.
"It is okay, brother Grem. No need to apologize."
"I understand."
He stood and turned away gently.
"I will go now."
Grem nodded.
"Hm."
And the wind carried their presence across the golden sky.
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Across another region of existence—, within a sealed floating continent of pure essence—
Absolon cultivated alone.
Unlike others, his silence was not peace.
It was curiosity.
he said if i breakthrough this time I'm so excited i want understand even more.
The surrounding laws of space trembled slightly as his understanding deepened.
Then—
it happened.
A massive surge of authority erupted from his body.
Reality itself bent for a moment.
And then stabilized.
Breakthrough.
From Foundation Perfected… to World Master.
The moment his eyes opened—
the world felt smaller.
Slower.
Simpler.
Absolon stood slowly.
"…So this is World Master."
"I see now."
"I just realize that I'm not beneath them."
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A faint silence lingered in his heart.
Not doubt… but elevation.
At that moment—
Yhach's voice echoed across existence.
"It is time for gathering."
Golden portals opened across infinite worlds.
Absolon stepped forward.
But he did not kneel immediately.
He paused.
"…Gathering again."
Then—he stepped through.
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⟡ The Golden Church ⟡
Inside the Happiness Origin Place—
all beings gathered.
Absolon stood among them differently.
Not rebellious…
but observant.
Calculating.
> "They are still the same…"
> "But I can see further now."
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A silent shift had begun.
Not rebellion.
Not chaos.
But something subtle…
something that could no longer be unseen.
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⟡ The Watching Above ⟡
After the gathering—
within the highest layer of existence—
the First Being and Yhach stood in silence, observing all creation.
No sound.
No movement.
Only awareness.
Yhach slowly lifted his gaze… toward the upper void.
A place beyond even the Golden Church.
His expression changed.
"…Father."
He spoke quietly.
"…it's coming."
A faint tremor passed through his existence.
Even he—
gasped.
The First Being responded, not with voice—
but through existence itself.
"Yes, My child…"
"It is near."
"It is… very near."
Silence followed.
But this silence—
was no longer peaceful.
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Far away—
on a golden-silver hill floating between dimensions—
Aatroxx stood alone.
His aura surged with overwhelming power.
**World Master.**
Wind bent around him.
Space distorted slightly just from his presence.
He looked at his hands…
then clenched them slowly.
"…I never expected this."
"The gap between me… and the others…"
"…is beyond infinity."
His gaze darkened slightly.
Then—
a thought appeared.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
> "Why… are they praised the same as me?"
> "I have reached World Master."
> "Shouldn't I be… closer?"
Silence.
The thought lingered.
Heavy.
Unfamiliar.
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"…What am I saying…?"
Aatroxx suddenly froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
As if realizing something was wrong.
Immediately—
he dropped to his knees.
"My Lord God… forgive me…"
"I should not think such thoughts…"
"I am wrong…"
His forehead pressed against the ground.
Over and over.
Yet—
deep within—
that thought…
did not disappear completely.
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Across existence—
nothing had changed.
Everything remained perfect.
Order remained absolute.
Devotion remained pure.
But beneath that perfection—
something had begun.
Not seen.
Not spoken.
Not understood.
Yet.
A shift within the hearts of beings.
A question within growth.
A difference within equality.
And far beyond all of them—
something was approaching.
Something not called.
Something not created within harmony.
Something…
that would break the meaning of perfection itself.