[Chapter 1, Section 2: On A Miracle]
A spark flickered in the void.
Somewhere, deep within the darkness of unconsciousness, a voice echoed—mechanical,
unwavering.
Notice: Host body repair initiated.
10%... 20%... 30%...
Kaito couldn't move. He couldn't react.
All he could do was watch as the numbers ticked upward.
60%... 70%... 80%...
A strange sensation coursed through his existence—not pain, not
warmth, but something in between, as if unseen hands were stitching
his very essence back together.
100%.
Notice: Host body repaired.
Another notification flashed.
Notice: Removing foreign substances from host body.
Initiating…
10%... 20%... 30%...
Kaito didn't know what it meant.
He couldn't ask. He couldn't speak.
100%.
Notice: Foreign substance removal successful.
The voice continued, unwavering, devoid of emotion.
Notice: Reforging host body…
The moment the words flashed, a searing force surged through him,
molding, reshaping.
He could feel his bones stretching, his muscles tightening—his very being
reconstructed on a level beyond comprehension.
Notice: It has been detected that the host body is the body of a
developed 14-year-old boy.
Something stirred inside him.
Not his body—his mind.
"A boy?"
His voice, though distant and hollow, found form in the void.
"I am no boy. In Tenria, I am already a grown man."
The system did not respond.
It continued its cold, methodical work.
Notice: Body reforging: 10%... 20%... 30%...
The sensation intensified.
He felt himself becoming stronger, harder, more refined.
100%.
Notice: Body reforging complete.
For the first time, something shifted in the black void.
The weightlessness faded.
A presence—his own—settled back into something tangible.
Notice: Brain reforging can now be initiated.
Then it began again.
Notice: Reforging host brain: 10%... 20%... 30%...
This time, the sensation was different.
Faster. Sharper.
Like thousands of threads rewiring themselves within his skull.
100%.
Notice: Brain reforging successful.
The void pulsed.
A new notification surfaced.
Notice: Host skills unlocked.
Words flooded his vision, each more perplexing than the last.
Host Skill Unlocked: Parallel Thought.
Parallel Thought – Allows the host to process multiple streams of
information simultaneously, functioning like an additional thought process that
operates independently of his main consciousness.
Additional Skill Unlocked: Thought Acceleration.
Thought Acceleration – Allows the host to think at 10× the
normal speed, making time feel slower in moments of high
concentration.
Host Additional Skill Unlocked: Particle Manipulation.
Particle Manipulation – Grants the host the ability to control and
influence particles at a fundamental level, enabling him to
alter matter, energy, and even magicules in his surroundings.
New Skill Unlocked: Identification.
Identification – Allows the host to analyze objects,
creatures, and individuals. The identification panel is projected
directly into the host's consciousness, providing instant information without
requiring external vision or interaction.
New Skill Unlocked: Navigation.
Navigation – Grants the host the ability to track movements
within a 1 km radius per mana level on Tenria. A built-in map function
is integrated into the host's consciousness, allowing real-time
visualization of terrain, landmarks, and detected entities without
needing external input.
More words.
More skills.
More knowledge pouring into his reforged mind.
Notice: Additional knowledge installed in Parallel Thought.
Uploading… 10%... 20%... 30%...
His mind burned.
Visions of formulas, structures, theories—concepts beyond his previous
comprehension—flooded his consciousness.
100%.
Notice: Upload complete.
The finality of the upload registered, but the sheer volume of integrated
knowledge and the recent, violent reforging sent an involuntary shudder through
Kaito's unconscious form.
A low sound, half-groan, half-whine, escaped his lips, muffled by the dome's
walls.
Outside, the noise—though faint, barely a whisper against the silence of the
night—reached Elena.
Then, it came again, a clearer, low, agonized whine.
Elena's heart clenched.
Kaito.
She rushed toward the dome, crouching low to squeeze through the small
entrance.
The dim glow of the dying embers barely illuminated the space, but as soon
as she stepped inside—
She froze.
Her breath hitched.
Her pulse spiked as she took in the sight before her.
Kaito was floating.
Three feet above the straw bed.
But that wasn't what made her stomach twist in horror.
It was his body.
For the first time, without his clothes concealing the damage, she saw the
full extent of his wounds—and it was far worse than she ever imagined.
His frame, once lean and strong, had withered away.
His ribs were visible beneath paper-thin skin, his entire body reduced to
something barely human.
The raw, open stumps of his missing limbs oozed a sickly black fluid;
Veins darkened like poisoned roots.
The gaping wound in his abdomen was worse than she had realized—
His flesh split open, as if something had been eating him from the inside.
His remaining limbs bore layers of torn muscle,
His skin peeling away in places like the husk of a dying creature.
A corpse.
That was what she saw.
And yet—
He moved.
No, not him.
The dodecagrams.
Five glowing golden circles, each the size of a human torso, revolved
methodically around his body.
One hovered near his
head.
One near his left arm.
One near his right arm.
One near his left leg.
One near his right leg.
Each dodecagram pulsed with light, shifting between gold and deep
blue, moving at a steady pace as they scanned every inch of his broken
form.
Elena's breath caught.
This was already happening before she arrived.
The dodecagrams weren't appearing.
They were working.
She watched, stunned, as symbols shifted along the edges of each circle,
morphing into intricate inscriptions she couldn't read.
They scanned his decayed flesh, his severed limbs, his open wounds—passing
through his body like mist through light.
Then, a movement below.
A faint glow flickered at the base of the dome, and for the first time,
Elena noticed it.
The sixth dodecagram.
Unlike the others, this one was massive, spanning the entire floor beneath
Kaito.
It did not move—it remained fixed, anchoring him in place.
And then—
The blue glow of the dodecagrams shifted—deepened—
Green.
The moment the emerald light bloomed, Kaito's body reacted.
A grotesque ooze—dark, viscous, and unnatural—seeped from his wounds.
It poured from the blackened veins of his severed arm, from the torn muscle
of his missing leg, from the gaping split in his torso.
It flowed down, pooling toward the ground—
And vanished.
The moment the poisonous substance reached the large dodecagram beneath him,
it disintegrated, swallowed by the mysterious force.
Elena staggered back.
She had witnessed powerful healing magic before.
The Priestesses of Brigid of Nof Sect were capable of mending bones and
closing wounds—
But this…
This wasn't healing.
This was resurrection.
One by one, Kaito's injuries began to reverse.
The rot peeled away, revealing fresh flesh underneath.
The decayed edges of his severed limbs reformed, muscle knitting over bone,
tendons reconnecting, veins pulsing with renewed life.
His sallow skin grew full once more.
The open wounds stitched themselves closed, leaving behind only faint silver
lines where scars should have been.
It was as if time itself was unraveling the damage.
The five scanning dodecagrams slowly dimmed as they completed their
purpose—and faded.
But the sixth—the one below—remained.
Then, before Elena could even process what she had seen, another phenomenon
began.
From Kaito's center, six new dodecagrams ignited.
These ones shone silver.
They split into two groups, three moving toward his head, three toward his
feet.
And as they passed over his now-healed body, something else changed.
His form grew.
The thin, battered frame of the prince expanded.
His once frail limbs thickened, muscles hardening like those of a seasoned
warrior.
His shoulders broadened, his chest filled out, his very bones seemed to
shift—strengthen—fortify.
This wasn't just healing.
This was reforging.
Elena pressed a hand to her racing heart.
She didn't know what to feel.
She had witnessed miracles before, but this—this was something beyond even the
gods.
And then, the silver dodecagrams vanished.
For a moment, all was still.
But before Kaito could descend, two final dodecagrams emerged.
One above him.
One below.
Larger than the rest.
Their inner rings shimmered in colors she had never seen—
A steady, ethereal rainbow glow.
For two hours, the colors bathed Kaito's floating form, their silent hum
filling the dome with an unspoken power.
And at last—
Kaito descended.
As his feet touched the ground, Elena noticed something.
His clothes.
They had reappeared, draping over him like they had never been removed.
The moment he rested upon the straw mat, the dodecagrams flickered once—
And vanished.
Elena stood frozen, trembling.
She had no words.
No breath.
No explanation.
All she could do was clutch her chest, staring at the impossible.
And as silence fell upon the dome, she whispered:
"What in the Gods' name did I witness…?"
A faint chill lingered in the air.
The night had mostly surrendered to morning.
The sky beyond the dissolving dome was brightening as dawn broke on the
horizon.
And before the sun kissed the land, the aroma of Dama de Noche
embraced Kaito.
Kaito stirred.
For the first few moments, his gaze was unfocused, his mind sluggish.
He could feel the roughness of straw beneath him, the cold air brushing against
his skin.
"Where… am I?"
The last thing he remembered was suffocating pain.
A battlefield of agony where his body no longer belonged to him.
Yet now…
He was whole.
His breath caught.
His body tensed.
But before he could sit up—
Thud.
His head snapped toward the sound.
Elena swayed on her feet, her hand gripping the dome's interior wall for
support.
Her breaths were ragged, her entire body trembling.
Kaito's mind sharpened.
It worked faster than most men's, processing details in an instant.
Through his consciousness, an identification panel
surfaced:
Information Panel
Name: Elena von Einhala
Status: weakened state
Her knees buckled.
Kaito moved.
He caught her before she collapsed, his grip firm but controlled.
She was light, too light.
Her skin was cold, her breaths shallow.
Strands of silver hair clung to her damp forehead; her frame was fragile
against his.
The air shifted.
The dome was fading.
Not breaking. Not shattering.
Dissolving.
Like mist dispersing under the morning sun, the once-solid walls thinned
into translucent layers of energy.
The structure did not collapse but faded, piece by piece, as if the very magic
holding it together was being erased.
The catalyst was reaching its limit.
He exhaled through his nose, glancing at her unconscious form.
She saved him.
She suffered because of him.
His fingers curled slightly around her limp frame.
His throat felt dry.
A weight pressed against his chest—something unshakable, something that
lingered.
He knew not why.
"Why… Why am I the one you saved, not the Crown Prince?"
The words escaped him, barely above a whisper.
Kaito carried her back to the straw bed, laying her down carefully.
His fingers hovered over her forehead, feeling the warmth of her fevered skin.
The dome's last remnants faded into nothing.
And the cold wind of Tenria's dawn finally reached him.