Chapter 55: A breathe“Mana… mana… mana… I’ve freaking died a hundred times already — and mark my words, mana doesn’t do shit to those beings!”A boy screamed, half in rage, half in despair.Towering before him was a being so vast that its face was swallowed in shadow.“And… perhaps, what if I told you mana was never real?” The voice rumbled, cold and vast. “What if I told you mana atoms could be broken down into smaller constituents?”The boy froze. He tilted his head upward, trying to glimpse its hidden visage. His voice cracked.“Huh? What the hell are you even talking about now? The only thing I know is that catastrophe is coming — and humanity can’t do shit about it!”The being’s presence pressed heavier.“Tell me, why do you think mana doesn’t exist in the Plasma Dimension… in the Upper Echelons… or the Lake of Harbinger?”“Well… they say that years ago, during the Doomspire Conflict, ‘mana’ was sucked out of those dimensions by reality itself.”“No. You are wrong.” The voice grew sharper, haunting. “Mana still exists there — but in another form. A form humans were never designed to detect… nor control.”The boy’s breath caught.The being leaned closer.“Have you ever wondered why some are born with vast mana reserves, while others starve with none? Why some wield destructive powers like Void Pulse… while others are cursed with tricks like Hell Blast?”“N… no…”“You see… even though our universe seems chaotic, even cruel, it has always loved rules. Order. Patterns beneath the noise. That is what makes it terrifying… and beautiful.”Then after a long pause.“And what if...you were finally able to glimpse those rules?”
Chapter 36: NirvasthlaA world where you look up, and no longer see stars. You see the corpses of dead gods, drifting high within the atmospheric clouds.From their hollow bones, eldritch beings without from crawl through the fractures of reality. Some driven by hunger, others fleeing from deeper terrors.Fractured Dreams bleed into waking.As the boundary between dream andflesh weakens, horrors once sealed begin to remember their names.Mortals, trembling beneath the weight of unseen eyes, bind themselves by laws, believing it might hide them from the Dreamer’s gaze.And amid this trembling world stands Ashen, marked by limiphobia, the fear of being bound, of being limited.It was that fear that once led him to death.Yet death was not his release.He awakens once more, transmigirated within the pages of the very novel he once read.A new body.A familiar terror.The same fear, threading through flesh and cosmos alike.Now, beneath the weight of gods and the hum of eldritch laws, everything that screams Limitless.Ashen must face the truth.Will he conquer the fear that defines him...or discover that his phobia was never human at all, but the last echo of something ancient, still bound, still dreaming, at the edge of reality?----A/N : Novel's gonna be complicated , and maybe blast your mind.