Re: Timeless Apocalypse-Chapter 163: Frame Subjects
While in the desert, after his mind returned from the past and his cores reformed, Uriel had entirely focused on comprehending his cores as they reformed.
Attentively, he watched his cores reform layer by layer, watching his class, path, and frames return and be reforged from their root to their most superficial layer, burning all his energy to memorise them and dissect every single rune etched across their layers.
Not only had this pushed his aether control to yet another level, it had also mutated his mind and granted him a sort of instinctual understanding of his powers and boons, to the point where he could naturally feel what he needed to do to both unveil their secrets and strengthen them.
One of the biggest shocks he’d learned had been just how foolish he’d been during his first evolution.
Back then, he had just freshly formed his path, class, and frames and had been in a rush to finally begin evolving, and thus had forged his first prime gem using his own imagination.
He wanted survivability, defense, and extreme endurance—this had led to the birth of the Terracrules, his shells, and all else he’d gained.
But there was one big issue.
Where did his Frames come into play during any point of his evolution?
His frames, as Enoch had told him, were sorts of guides meant to form optimal and cohesive ’builds’ that perfectly suited the ascendant—both for the body but also the spark.
They were meant to forge oneself into the perfect vessel for their path and class, and for the abilities of their sparks.
If Uriel didn’t actively use his Frames and instead came up with evolution subjects on his own...then what was the point?
It was then that he realised the massive mistake he’d made regarding his foundation, a mistake that would have been indelible had he not been gifted with a rank regression.
Now, he would be able to fix his mistake and truly have a perfect foundation.
WHOOOSH!
[Frame Network Engaged!]
Uriel’s mind sank into his core, and he felt the depths of his dual frames, seamlessly activating them and feeling the layers and secrets of his body open up.
Even as his Frames awoke from their slumber, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of annoyance colour his mind.
’Why the hell would Enoch not tell me about this...I’d be screwed if not for this...’
Gaining a rank regression was so rare that Uriel doubted he’d ever go through something like it ever again, but shattering his core and somehow being conscious enough to watch it be reforged was something he knew would never happen again.
’Eh, maybe not. I shatter my core all the time these days,’ he grimaced. ’Did my future self tell him to keep me in the dark? What a dunce...’
He shook his head, refocusing.
In front of him, projected screens appeared—not born of the system, but rather from his own core, frames, and weave.
[Frame Network Engaging Successful!]
[Open G-Rank Evolution Vault?]
[YES/NO]
’Evolution Vault...?’ he thought curiously as he clicked yes and accepted.
[...analysing...]
[Mortal Regression detected—maximum strata reached noted to be the peak of the G-Rank!]
[High Divergence bodily mutation detected!]
[Tri-Core Foundation detected!]
[Triple Dormant Primary Natal Spark detected!]
[...forging...]
’Uh huh. The fact that my body kept all the power and boons from the Terracrule Lineages is called a High Divergent Mutation...a bodily mutation.’
’But my uniqueness said it also broke the limits of the mind and evolved it in a sort of way—why isn’t that considered a High Divergence Mind mutation?’
’Is the oddity here my body? Or is it my mind?’
His questions remained unanswered just as his Frames finished what they called ’forging.’
[Five Suitable G-Rank Frame Initiators detected!(+)]
He clicked on the ’plus’ button, and a row of screens unfolded in front of him, detailed and clear.
...
[Frame Subject: Heart Eating Headless Maw
>Type: Chaos Alignment
>Specialisation: Long Range Spiritual Control
•Description: The Maw has no head, yet has a mouth which it must feed. The Maw has no body, yet it has a hollow chest which it must fill.]
...
[Frame Subject: Arkarian Sky Tearing Bayle
>Type: Order Alignment
>Specialisation: Avian Field Destabilisation
•Description: The Noble Dragons fell, losing their wings and scales, yet some remained—Bayle fought against the rule of the Heavens and tore his own wings, using the very skies to replace them.]
...
[Frame Subject: Void-Bound Chaos Blood Hound
>Type: Pure Void Hybrid Alignment
>Specialisation: All-Purpose Perfect Specialisation / Singular Survival Specialist
•Description: The Hound tore the Heavens, ruled the Hells, and spat on the pride of the Gods, and thus it was bound to the eternal prison of nothing, its body left as a mangled mess—and yet, as its blood splattered across the void, the ancient Will of Chaos awoke and thus...a legend was born.]
...
[Frame Subject: Thorne Avalanche Karwen Lord
>Type: Order Alignment
>Specialisation: Earth-Bound Field Support
•Description: The Gods of Life could not rule over the rowdy worlds of chaos, and thus the Karwen were born of their desire to pierce chaos with a righteous blade of Order—the Karwen, the Karwen Lord, is order and life incarnate.]
...
[Frame Subject: Netherite Hog Walker
>Type: False Hybrid Alignment 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
>Specialisation: Chaos Dive Tank
•Description: Below The Void, there is Nothing, and below Nothing, there is Hell, and below Hell...there is the Nether.
•Once upon a time, a man broke free of all Laws and became Nameless. Foolishly, a stubborn mage sought to reach such heights and, in search of freedom, he dove to the Nether.
•He walked. And he walked, and then he was forgotten.]
...
Uriel read every single line with eyes full of fascination and attention.
’These descriptions...are they real?’
He’d already heard part of the Dragons’ tales and their fall through his Fang and its enchantments, but he hadn’t given it much thought—in part because he’d been in the midst of dying while fighting the fox, but mainly because it had felt useless.
He had always assumed the descriptions were unimportant.
’This is not a game. Those who believe it to be are the first to die...’ he remembered the words Enoch had told him long ago.
Slicking his hair back, making sure not to disturb the little rascal sleeping on his head, he took a breath.
’I’ll look into this later when I have time.’
He refocused.
’Now...which subject would be the most suitable for me...?’
