My Infinite Cultivation System-Chapter 99: Meeting with Merlin

Alex stood at the edge of the vast field, his senses extended to their limits. The grass beneath his feet shimmered with shifting hues that did not belong to any natural spectrum he had ever seen. Each blade reflected light differently, creating waves of color that moved slowly across the ground.

The distant rumble of conflict never stopped. It traveled through the soil and into his bones, steady and oppressive. He had only been there for a few heartbeats, yet the pressure of the place weighed on him from every direction. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He did not move.

His breathing slowed as he focused on control. The environment was unfamiliar, and the scale of power implied by the distant vibrations warned him against acting rashly. His awareness stretched outward, studying the air, the ground, and the faint distortions in space that occasionally flickered at the edge of perception.

Then he felt it.

A presence.

It did not arrive with sound or motion. One moment there was nothing, and the next moment something existed behind him. The silence of its arrival felt intentional, as if the being had chosen to reveal itself only after observing him for some time.

Alex’s instincts reacted immediately. Every part of him warned that whoever stood behind him existed on a level far beyond anything he had encountered before.

He did not turn.

The spike of adrenaline that surged through him faded quickly as he forced himself into calm. If this presence wished to harm him, he would already be dead. That conclusion formed instantly and settled his thoughts. He allowed the silence to stretch, showing that he would not react impulsively.

"Young man."

The voice entered his mind directly. It did not echo or distort. It was clear and measured, carrying a quiet authority that required no force. The words came from directly behind him, yet no sound passed through the air.

Alex turned slowly.

The old man stood less than three paces away.

He was not tall, yet his presence made height irrelevant. His robes were simple and deep gray, unmarked by symbols or decoration. His white hair fell past his shoulders in thin strands that moved slightly despite the still air.

His face carried the lines of age, but his eyes showed no fragility. They were sharp, ancient, and impossibly clear. They held the depth of someone who had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth and collapse of stars, and the unfolding of countless eras.

Alex recognized him immediately.

Merlin the Sage.

The name surfaced in his mind with certainty. This was the figure whose statues lined the courtyard. This was the master whose trials had tested geniuses across multiple eras. This was the teacher whose disciples had shaped the fate of entire regions of the universe.

Alex bowed.

His movement was controlled and natural. He lowered his upper body with calm precision, his right hand pressing lightly against his chest in a gesture of respect. There was no haste and no excessive reverence. The action reflected understanding rather than fear.

"It is an honor to be in your presence, sir," Alex said.

His voice remained steady. He neither exaggerated his tone nor attempted to sound overly humble. The words were simple and sincere, delivered with quiet confidence.

Merlin observed him.

The silence that followed carried weight. Alex felt as though he were being examined at a level deeper than physical sight. It seemed as if the old man was studying the structure of his existence itself. His body, his mind, and even the faint movements of his soul felt exposed under that gaze.

Then Merlin smiled.

The expression was small, but it softened his features. The severity in his presence eased, replaced by something that resembled approval.

"Good," Merlin said. "You are not too arrogant, nor too timid."

Alex straightened slowly. He met the old man’s gaze without hesitation. The evaluation felt accurate. Excessive pride led to downfall, while excessive humility invited disregard. Maintaining balance required constant awareness.

"Thank you, sir," Alex replied.

He paused briefly, arranging his thoughts. Curiosity had been building since his arrival. Now that he stood before the one who designed this trial, wasting the opportunity would be foolish.

"May I know where this place is?" Alex asked. His tone remained respectful but direct. "And what I should actually do here?"

Merlin’s smile faded into contemplation. He raised one hand slowly and gestured toward the distant horizon. Bands of unfamiliar color merged across the sky, shifting continuously. The motion seemed natural to the place, yet entirely foreign to Alex.

"This is the inter dimensional battlefield," Merlin said. "Countless geniuses from countless universes under five hundred years of age come here to fight. It is a vast battlefield maintained by a supreme being whose authority extends across dimensions."

Alex listened carefully. Each word expanded the scale of what he was experiencing. A battlefield spanning dimensions. Geniuses from countless worlds. A supreme existence maintaining the system. This was far beyond a simple trial.

"The system here is straightforward," Merlin continued. "Each victory grants you points. These points can be exchanged for rewards. Those rewards can benefit your universe, and many of them are of a quality that even I cannot obtain through ordinary means."

Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Even Merlin could not easily obtain them.

That statement alone revealed the value of the rewards.

"You will encounter opponents chosen by the battlefield," Merlin said. "Some will be weaker than you. Some will match you. Others will exceed you by overwhelming margins. Survival and victory both carry meaning here. Each result shapes your standing."

The distant rumble intensified briefly before settling again. Alex realized those sounds likely came from battles occurring across vast distances. Every vibration represented a clash between powerful individuals.

"Points determine rank," Merlin continued. "Rank determines access. The higher you climb, the more valuable the rewards you may claim. But higher rank also draws stronger opponents."

Alex absorbed the explanation without interruption. The structure resembled a competitive proving ground designed to filter the strongest talents.

"Is death permanent here?" Alex asked.

Merlin glanced at him, then nodded slightly.

"Yes," he said. "This is not a simulation. Injury is real. Death is real. However, participants are granted limited protection depending on their origin. Your soul will not be destroyed by your first death, but the cost of revival is severe."

Alex considered that carefully. That meant recklessness would carry consequences. Even surviving defeat could weaken him.

"Why am I here?" Alex asked.

"You passed the initial qualification," Merlin replied. "Only those recognized by my trial receive entry through this path. Others enter through different means, but your case is special."

Alex understood the implication. This battlefield was not just a challenge. It was also an opportunity.

Merlin lowered his hand.

"You may explore freely," he said. "Battles will occur naturally. The battlefield will guide you toward opponents. Trust your instincts, but remember that strength alone does not determine survival."

Alex nodded.

"I understand."

Merlin studied him for another moment. Then his figure began to fade slightly, as if his presence no longer needed to remain.

"One more thing," Merlin said. "You are being observed. Not only by me. Many entities watch this battlefield. Your performance will determine whether greater opportunities appear."

Alex felt the meaning behind those words. This was not merely a contest for points. It was also a stage.

"I will not disappoint you sir," Alex said.

Merlin’s faint smile returned.

"We shall see."