Chapter 6: The World of Kalpa
Akasha’s smile grew as he read the words. He couldn’t deny that when he first arrived and saw he had no Star, it stung a little.
Sure, he didn’t let it bother him too much, but he was still pretty bummed—who wouldn’t be? Even so, he’d already steeled himself to grow strong without ever having one.
However, there was no need to worry about such things now.
"Now... we’re talking," he said, now barely able to contain his excitement as he glanced at his status.
Luna moved toward him through the skies.
She moved without haste, gliding forward with effortless grace, her long white hair streaming behind her like a banner woven from light.
A warm, sincere smile played on her lips as she drew closer, not sparing even a glance for the status screen hovering in front of him.
She didn’t need to look—she already knew.
Luna came to a gentle stop a few paces away, floating at his eye level. Her gaze met his, warm and knowing.
"The God Star of Lucid Dreams..." she murmured, her voice tinged with awe.
"Above Origin, no less... impressive. But what exactly happened inside the cocoon?"
"Well, I was just given the opportunity to create my own Star." Akasha said while scratching the back of his head.
As he truly didn’t have any real choice in the matter, but since the outcome was not bad... he saw no point in complaining about anything.
Hearing such words, Luna’s eyes widened, though Akasha was too busy looking in his status to notice.
She stared at him for a moment, genuinely stunned.
The easy smile on her face faltered as the weight of his words sank in.
’He created his own Star?’ Her thoughts raced. ’That should be impossible... unless it was the Elixir? Or... did his mother do something?’
While his Mother perhaps indeed possessed the power to give him his own God or Constellation Star, it was not something Luna could confirm truly.
All she knew was that his mother had created her, and that she was unbelievably strong. It didn’t seem like much—unless you knew just how old Luna really was.
Akasha just shrugged, clearly unconcerned about the reason behind it.
His attention was completely on the translucent screen floating before him, curious to see what else came with his new God Star.
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[Affinity Acquired: Dream Affinity – A deep bond with the realm of dreams.
This affinity gives the user unmatched control over dreams and the thin veil between waking life and the dreamscape.
It lets you... lucid dream at will, step into the Dream Dimension, and blur the lines between imagination and reality with far greater ease and power than typical dream-related abilities.]
"The Dream Dimension, huh?" he muttered, intrigued by the thought of what a place might look like.
He then shifted his focus back to his five innate powers.
[Dream Walker (Above Origin) – Lets you enter and travel through the dreams of others, where you can converse, observe, subtly influence emotions or memories, and even kill. Works up to BP.]
[Veil of Dreams (Above Origin) – Creates a protective veil drawn from dreams, shielding you and allies by making attacks partially unreal or redirecting them into harmless motes. Works up to BP.]
[Absolute Dreams (Origin) – Forces a target into a fractured dream state, instantly causing disorientation, locking divinity usage, and immobilizing them. Works up to BP.]
[Dream Realization (Above Origin)– Lets you bring anything you lucidly dream into reality, with items manifesting only at the level of your total Battle Prowess.]
[Dream Thief (Origin) – Allows you to steal the ideas, imaginations, and "dreams" of any being you target, enabling you to bring their dream into reality. Works up to BP.]
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Akasha read them in silence, that intriguing smile slowly returning.
Luna found her voice again, laced with a teasing tone, as she drifted closer and tilted her head, studying him with playful eyes.
"Well, well... creating your own God Star? That’s not something you hear every day," she murmured, her voice smooth and alluring.
"I’m starting to think your journey might be far more troublesome than I imagined, Akasha~"
She offered a light, teasing smile, doing her best to hide the lingering surprise in her gaze.
Akasha smiled as he turned his attention away from the status screen.
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he lifted his gaze to the skies, letting the words settle over him.
’Well, I guess this is real... and I’m truly in a fantasy world.’ He thought to himself as it was now time to adjust to this new reality of his.
For a moment, he just stood there, letting it all sink in.
The seven suns overhead, the vivid field stretching around him, the purple star that now felt bound to his very being — it wasn’t a dream anymore, nor a fragile hope.
He lifted his hands, brushing his fingers over the faint obsidian scales along his forearms before tracing the smooth arc of his void-black horns.
A quiet, genuine laugh slipped from his lips.
He looked back at Luna, still smiling.
"Oh Miss Luna~ You have no idea how right you are."
Luna felt an odd feeling stir in her chest at his words, but she quickly brushed it aside.
She wasn’t here to baby him. She was here to savor every moment with him, ready for whatever lay ahead—the good, the bad, and everything in between.
Her expression shifted to something more thoughtful, though her tone stayed easy.
"Even if things seem bright now... don’t expect it to stay simple," she said softly.
Akasha tilted his head, his smile unwavering.
"I wouldn’t have it any other way..."
He took one last look at the endless sky before turning back to her.
"Well, let’s finally get going."
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With Akasha finally taking care of most of what he needed to, the world of Kalpa he’d been transported into was one that never seemed to sit still.
Ancient as it was, Kalpa had witnessed its fair share of legends, from primitive civilizations to outrageous invasions.
Yet, no matter the disaster or near-apocalypse, it always managed to survive and thrive.
The mysteries of this world had long been under the watchful eyes of many Pantheons across the wider realms, as far too many strange events surrounded it to be dismissed as mere coincidence.
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Deep in space, on a world somewhere in the vast universe, a man sat upon a throne far too large for any ordinary being.
The King of Titans filled the colossal seat carved from a single slab of ancient stone.
His body was enormous—tens of times the height of a normal man—with broad shoulders, thick corded arms, and skin like weathered stone marked by old battle scars that glowed faintly.
Long dark hair fell past his shoulders, framing a thick beard and a face that had witnessed the rise and fall of empires.
His mere presence made the vast throne room feel small.
CREAKKKK!!!
As his eyelids fluttered open, he looked down to see a young man that had a striking resemblance to him.
The only difference was their size.
The young man stood at about 6’5 which compared to man in the chair was like an ant.
Thud!
As he stepped into the throne room, he walked straight to the man seated before him and dropped to one knee.
"Father," he said, his voice carrying no warmth, only respect—like a soldier addressing his commander.
The man on the throne let out an inward sigh.
’Ah, my youngest son, Krax... third Prince of all Titans, how can you be so... pitiful?’
"Rise," he commanded, curious despite his irritation.
Krax stood, barely able to withstand the natural aura radiating from his father.
"If it’s not important, you’ll be thrown into the arena for a hundred centuries!" the King declared, clearly annoyed at the intrusion on his personal time.
The Titans faced far greater problems, and as their ruler, he had no patience for useless distractions.
Hearing this, Krax began sweating bullets, but inside he thought,
’Just you wait, old man... that precious throne you value so much will soon be mine!’
"F-father, calm down! I have important news but promise me you won’t interrupt until I’m finished!"
Krax spoke nervously, though his inner voice was bolder.
King Dune gave a reluctant nod.
"Fine, boy."
But this was more than simple agreement.
In Titan culture, a promise meant giving one’s word, and that was a sacred pact—something rare, valued, and never taken lightly.
To break it, even for a king, was to invite consequences far worse than death itself.
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