System: Daily login!!, jackpot on the first day!!!-Chapter 504 - The Awakening
After what might have been eternity, or perhaps only a moment, Taufik finally opened his eyes.
He did not tire easily. Not from battle. Not from intimacy. Even when his six wives overwhelmed him all at once, his body never faltered.
But Death was not merely a woman.
And what they shared was never merely physical.
There was always a consequence.
Lady Death, embodiment of the End, the Final Destination, the silence after the last breath, was never meant to understand what it meant to live.
If Death ever truly learned Life… Then endings would lose their meaning.
And if endings lost meaning, beginnings would have no anchor.
The cycle would collapse.
Not into destruction.
But into reset.
A return of everything to zero.
That possibility should never have existed.
But Taufik was not bound by "should"
He was Will.
He was Possibility.
He was the freedom that refused conclusion.
The first time they became one, Death felt something impossible.
Warmth that did not consume.
A pulse that did not fade.
A presence that did not fear her.
For the first time since existence began, Death felt alive.
That single impossibility created a paradox large enough to unravel reality.
And yet... Taufik stood above paradox. When Possibility embraces the End, even the True Ending becomes only one outcome among infinite others.
A future that may never arrive.
But nothing is without cost.
Each time he forced the impossible into existence, something was taken.
Not power.
Not strength.
Time.
His lifespan thinned quietly, like sand slipping through unseen fingers.
It was not catastrophic.
Not yet.
Taufik possessed a lifespan vast enough to rival stars.
Almost unlimited.
Almost.
Because there was only one way he could ever truly die.
If he chose to.
And for a being who embodied Possibility… choice was the only absolute.
Then, would he ever choose his own end?
No.
That thought had never once existed in his mind.
Unlike other immortals who drifted into apathy or sought oblivion after eternity grew stale, Taufik was anchored.
He had a family.
Responsibility.
Love.
And when Death herself stood beside him… death was never an option.
Never.
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When Taufik rose from their shared stillness, clothing formed over his body through Imagination Magic. Fabric manifested seamlessly, because when he and Death became one, nothing else could exist between them, no object, no barrier, not even conceptually.
"…You're leaving again?" Death's voice was soft, though she hadn't opened her eyes.
She had felt the shift beside her.
Taufik, already dressed, paused, then sat back down.
He brushed a few strands of hair from her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"I need to"
Death opened her eyes slowly.
"Then I will return to loneliness," she said quietly. "The loneliness that used to be my normal. For some reason… after meeting you, it has become unbearable"
She turned slightly toward him.
"There are moments," she admitted, "when I wish to abandon my position. To descend to Earth. To stay beside you every day"
A faint smile curved her lips, though her eyes held restraint.
"But I know that is impossible. So I endure"
Taufik exhaled.
"Now you're making me feel guilty"
"Good," she replied lightly, though there was no real humor in it. "Then perhaps you'll stay"
He shook his head gently.
"Tell me what you want"
At that, Death rose from the vast bed formed from her Throne. The Domain shifted subtly beneath her feet. She faced him fully now.
"Do you remember what I told you the first time I summoned you here?"
Taufik did.
Of course he did.
"…That," he said slowly. "…Is that even possible?"
She tilted her head.
"Why wouldn't it be? You know who you are"
Her gaze sharpened.
"You are Possibility. You are the one who makes the impossible real"
Taufik hesitated, not out of fear. But calculation.
"An offspring between us… I don't know what that would become"
Silence filled the hall.
Then, softly:
"Is that a no?"
He sighed.
"I didn't say that, but I'll see what I can do"
"No~," Death said as she stepped closer. Her gaze did not waver. "It's not 'I'll see what I can do'"
Her voice lowered.
"It's how hard will you try… isn't it?"
There was no teasing left.
Only intent.
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When Taufik left the Domain of Death, he appeared high above the clouds.
The wind did not touch him. The sky parted around him as if acknowledging his presence.
Below, Earth stretched endlessly.
He looked at it the way a father looks at a child who has grown beyond recognition.
The planet was no longer what it once was.
There were no continents anymore. Instead, countless islands are scattered across the vast ocean like fragments of a shattered world, like broken eggshells floating in an endless blue cradle.
The assimilation of the Good Realm Gates had completed long ago. The island where it opened had become the axis of transformation.
Earth was no longer a modern world.
It was something else now.
A realm of cultivation.
Of magic.
Of monsters and sovereigns.
If someone from the past were to awaken here, they would never believe this was the same planet.
And all of it...
All of it...
Began the day he received the System.
His partner.
The secret he had never shared. Not with his wives. Not with his children. Not because he distrusted them. But because the System was not merely a tool.
It was connected to the First Creation of the Creator.
A secret that, if exposed, would not result in death.
But erasure.
Complete removal from existence.
And now... The System slept.
Silent.
Unresponsive.
Because it had done something reckless.
It had tried to unify two primordial absolutes: Creation and Destruction.
To balance them, it turned itself into the vessel.
That was why Taufik could wield both perfectly.
But the cost was its consciousness.
It slumbered to prevent collapse. Taufik already knew the solution. Separate the primordial forces from the System.
Place them into a new vessel.
Wake his partner.
But what could possibly withstand such forces?
What could contain both the beginning of everything and the end of everything?
Then his gaze lowered.
To the katana at his side.
The blade that had followed him since the beginning.
The indestructible reward granted by the System.
The weapon reforged after his journey through Draco.
The blade given spirit after being forged by Khan, the Golden Dragon Blacksmith, using the Name Stone.
Loo'tong.
It had been turned into a Soul Weapon.
And yet, since that day, it had remained silent.
Except for that one faint sound.
A yawn.
As if something inside it had merely rolled over and gone back to sleep.
Perhaps…
It had been waiting.
Taufik unsheathed the katana.
High above the clouds, the blade reflected no sunlight.
Instead, it seemed to drink it.
"Loo'tong," he said quietly, holding it before him. "I don't know why you never fully awakened"
The blade trembled faintly in his hand.
"But this time… I need you"
His eyes sharpened.
"I need you to become the vessel of Creation and Destruction"
The sky darkened slightly.
Not from the storm.
From recognition.
"I need you to wake my partner"
The katana vibrated more intensely now.
Not violently.
But steadily.
Like a heartbeat aligning with his own.
Taufik smiled faintly.
"I'll take that as a yes"
His aura expanded.
Not outward.
But inward.
Drawing the two primordial forces from the deepest layer of his existence.
Creation stirred.
Destruction answered.
The air fractured silently around him.
Reality thinned.
Clouds below began to spiral outward without wind.
"Now…"
His grip tightened.
"Let's begin"
Something inside him answered.
Deep within his existence, the two primordial forces stirred, no longer dormant, no longer suppressed.
Destruction.
Born from the fusion of every conceptual authority he possessed. When he wielded it fully, he became the Ultimate Paradox, contradiction made sovereign.
Creation.
Granted when the System merged with his Imagination Magic, when possibility stopped being potential and became genesis itself.
They rose together.
Opposites.
Absolutes.
The sky split silently behind him.
Seven wings of shadow unfolded from his back.
Seven wings of light bloomed opposite them.
Darkness and radiance stretched outward like twin horizons, framing him at the center.
He stood between them.
Not consumed.
Not overwhelmed.
Balanced.
Taufik had once taken this form before.
The New Beginning.
The form that erased Hell.
The form that forced Angels and Demons into rebirth.
The form that made even Fate close its eyes.
The strongest state he possessed.
And as it manifested... Reality trembled. Not from destruction but from recognition.
If he released these forces without restraint, there would be only one outcome.
Erasure.
Not explosion.
Not ruin.
Erasure.
Anyone who touched it would cease.
But that was not his intent.
He understood the consequences of wielding these forces recklessly.
He understood what the System had sacrificed to bind them within him.
He understood the cost.
But he did not care about power.
He did not care about dominion.
He wanted one thing.
His partner back.
The wings flared.
Creation roared like the birth of stars.
Destruction answered like the collapse of eternity.
The atmosphere fractured.
Space bent inward.
Below, the oceans trembled as if sensing an old god remembering itself.
Taufik raised the katana before him.
Loo'tong vibrated violently now, not from fear, but awakening.
"System…" His voice carried not through air, but through existence itself. "You've been sleeping for too long"
The wings expanded further.
Light and shadow interlocked like grinding galaxies.
"Now..." The primordial forces surged toward the blade. "IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP"
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