Chapter 18: Divine Seed, Tier 8
[Akasha ****
Age: 28 Years Old
Rank: Divine Seed (Tier 8)
Race: ***** (Bloodline: Vampire (Above Origin) Dragon (Above Origin) (+9 BP)
Affinity: Fire, Blood, Charm, Dream, Pride, Battle
Divinity: 6,100
Star: The God Star of Lucid Dreams (Above Origin)
Battle Arts: Primordial Unity Battle Style (Above Origin)
Innate Powers: Dream Walker (Above Origin) Dream Realization (Above Origin), Veil of Dreams (Origin), Absolute Dreams (Origin), Dream Thief (Origin)
Gacha: 3,650 Rolls]
[Primordial Unity Battle Style – a unique combat art unmatched in the entire Lower Framework.
It stands as the absolute universal peak of pure hand-to-hand fighting, where the body itself becomes the ultimate weapon.
At this stage, the fighter needs no weapons, no external aids, and no flashy techniques beneath the Universal Limit.
Abilities
The Unbreakable (Passive) - The user’s body maintains perfect integrity, rendering physical, mental, and conceptual attacks completely nullified by the sheer flawlessness of their form.
Absolute Distance - When active, the user can collapse, extend, or ignore distance in combat.
A single flick of a finger can strike beyond your Divine Sense range, hitting anyone you envision, or force an opponent into unavoidable close range no matter how far they retreat.
Primordial Flow (Passive) - The user exists in a state of flawless combat rhythm, immune to being stunned, staggered, or interrupted. Your movements are seamless, adaptive, and always optimal, regardless of the opponent’s strength.]
[Battle Affinity – This ability grants its users an innate mastery over all forms of combat. When activated, their bodies, movements, and will flow in perfect harmony. Those who possess this affinity are unmatched in battle, effortlessly learning or inventing new fighting styles.]
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The information before Akasha was nothing short of absurd.
Sure, he possessed far more Divinity than his rank should allow, and his rank itself had climbed an astonishing seven tiers.
Yet, that wasn’t the thing that caught him off guard—though it was certainly he felt good about.
Over time, he had frequently relied on Luna and Yume for their knowledge whenever he needed assistance and wasn’t inclined to simply dream things into existence.
In truth, sometimes he just wanted to pester them.
As he learned more, he became aware of the average amount of Divinity gained per rank, and he had somehow exceeded that by over four thousand.
[A/N: Check Auxiliary if you’re curious about how much DP you gain per rank—the amount listed is earned each Tier, and yes, it stacks.]
After some thought, he realized it was because his body still remained within his Divine Domain, granting him 1 DP each day.
That realization quickly led to another as he noticed—not his age, the most obvious clue—but his Gacha Rolls, which matched the days just like his DP count.
And while math was never his strong suit, even he couldn’t ignore numbers that clear.
"T-ten years has passed?"
He shot to his feet, the realization slamming into him like a hammer’s strike.
His crimson-and-white hair swayed with each step as he paced the length of the empty eighth tier, boots clicking softly against the cold surface.
"How the hell did I get so lost in time?"
Akasha muttered, the question hanging heavy in the still air.
It just didn’t add up.
He’d been so consumed with honing his combat skills, soaking up every scrap of knowledge, and pushing himself through tier after tier, that the days had melted together into one indistinguishable, unending stream.
Even still, getting lost in ten years seemed just too ridiculous.
Luna and Yume materialized beside him in a gentle shimmer of light.
"Oh, love... calm down," Luna murmured softly as she stepped closer, her tone soothing. "It’s really not as bad as you’re making it out to be."
Akasha’s eyes narrowed, and he exhaled heavily, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Alright, spill the beans," he said, his voice taut with tension.
At that moment, he had a strong feeling Luna knew exactly what was happening.
Over the course of, well, ten years, he’d learned a lot from her.
One thing he knew for sure was that she wouldn’t lift a finger to help unless he asked directly—or if she believed the matter involved his own life.
Yume lowered her head shyly, her ethereal purple hair swaying gently as she nervously played with her hands.
[I-I’m sorry, Master... I forgot to mention that time in Dream Land moves two times slower than it does outside,] she said quietly.
[So, while five years passed here... t-ten years have indeed passed on the outside.]
Akasha halted mid-step, fixing her a gaze that was equal parts bewildered and faintly amused.
Watching the way, she fumbled over her words and seemed so... careful in his presence, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity.
After a brief pause, he stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and gently helped her straighten up.
"Am I really that scary?" he asked with a soft chuckle.
He couldn’t understand, over the course of the time he spent in Dream Land so far... Yume, she seemed so afraid of him, well, in anytime when they were not discussing matter of power.
However, the instant his hand brushed her shoulder, Yume let out a startled yelp, her cheeks blazing crimson, before vanishing in a swirl of misty light though fleeing from the touch itself.
Blinking in surprise, Akasha turned toward Luna, who only offered a small shrug and an amused smile.
"Enough of this place for now.... Let’s go explore Kalpa already..." she remarked in an easy tone.
"Right... but before that, let me take care of a few things," Akasha said, settling cross-legged on the soft, misty ground of the Dream Land, the cool, heavy air brushing against his bare skin.
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Luna and Yume stood on either side, their presence calm and steady as they quietly observed him at work.
HUMMMMM!!!!
Then just in a few moments, in front of him appeared a simple-looking outfit — baggy black shirt and matching black pants, folded neatly on the ground.
They looked fairly normal, but they were anything but.
These were defensive artifacts, the result of hours spent dreaming and refining them since he got the news.
Each piece was crafted to Above Origin Tier 21 standards while inside the Dream Land.
Once he was done, he opened his eyes and picked up the shirt, running his fingers over the smooth, surprisingly sturdy fabric.
He looked at Yume.
"Just to clarify.... the rank won’t be the same outside, right?" he asked.
She nodded, her dream-like purple hair drifting gently in the strange currents of the realm.
[Right,] she said. [They will attune to your current rank — Above Origin Tier 8. Which means you will be fine facing power up to around Tier 16.]
When it came to artifacts like weapons, clothing, or even auxiliary items, there were two main ways truly measure their strength.
The first was by Rank—Lesser, Greater, Primordial, Origin, and Above Origin—each indicating the level of battle prowess an artifact could grant its wielder.
The second was by Tier, which reflected the durability of the item.
Essentially, the lower the tier the faster it would break against equal power to it.
Hearing this from Yume he nodded as in this moment; it might have not seemed needed or the most useful.
But he felt it was better to solve such matters now.
As once he realized them into the waking world... they would evolve along with his rank until the Universal Peak.
Yume then asked, tilting her head slightly with curiosity.
"Why didn’t you choose a weapon?"
Akasha smiled faintly, his crimson and silver hair shifting as he began to fade from the Dream Land.
"Well, my hands are enough for now," he said. "I’m still indecisive on a weapon."
Although he had talked about using swords, he really didn’t want to go down that road—at least not as the first weapon he learned.
He wanted something more unique, something that truly matched his style.
After wrapping things up, he exchanged a few more words with Yume before finally stepping back into the waking world.
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When he vanished, he reappeared back in his physical body atop the mountain peak.
The warm sunlight of the seven suns bathed his skin, and the cool mountain breeze brushed against him as he opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was the flurry of status notifications floating in front of him.
However, something far greater had seized his attention.
In an instant, the dramatic change struck him—his peak had been transformed into a breathtaking scene of lush oasis gardens, meandering streams, and gentle waterfalls spilling across the summit.
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