Teleportation.

Saquin reappeared in the warehouse, the transition instantaneous.

One moment, he was standing amidst the ruins of a destroyed city, surrounded by the stench of death and the hum of bureaucracy.

The next, he was back in the sterile, silent comfort of the Simus's docking bay.

"Home sweet home," he muttered.

He stretched his neck, hearing a satisfying crack.

Now came the boring part.

He had a mental list of chores that was longer than the receipt for his recent company purchase.

There were Cores to organize, loot to sort, and a company to officially integrate into his portfolio.

"Ugh." Saquin groaned, flopping onto a nearby crate. "Why does being all-powerful come with so much administrative work?"

He decided to procrastinate.

Or rather, he decided to prioritize something far more interesting than sorting through loot.

"Testing," he announced to the empty room.

He needed to conduct a proper, scientific test of his abilities and skills. It was something he should have done the moment he stepped out of the Trial, but between becoming the heir of the Captain's wealth, the heist, the vampire, and the general chaos of his life, he hadn't found the time.

Sure, he had used his skills in battle. He knew Dead Cold could freeze a city block. He knew Telekinesis could crush a skull.

But that was brute force.

His usage was heavily skewed toward killing or overwhelming his opponents with raw power. He lacked finesse. He lacked depth.

"I am a Divine," he mused, looking at his hands. "I shouldn't be swinging a sledgehammer like a brute zombie. I should be wielding a scalpel."

Understanding the depth and extent of his skills would not just help with his currently abysmal level of control, it would help him decide which new skills to integrate in the future. He couldn't just keep stuffing every cool ability he found into his soul; eventually, he'd burst.

[ You finally decided to stop playing house and focus on the important stuff? ]

The familiar voice of the World Will echoed in his head.

"I am always focused," Saquin lied smoothly. "I was just... gathering practical data."

[ Right. Practical data. Is that what we call terrorizing government officials now? ]

"It's a form of stress testing," Saquin shrugged. "Anyway, I need a place to let loose without blowing up my own ship. This warehouse is big, but I feel like I'd punch a hole through the wall if I really tried."

[ That is because you haven't actually looked at my gifts properly. ]

"Huh?" Saquin raised a brow.

[ You have been living here, sleeping in the ship, eating in the ship. You haven't even given yourself a tour of the warehouse. Look around you, genius. ]

Saquin blinked.

He stood up and actually looked at the warehouse walls.

It wasn't just a big metal box. Along the far wall, there were twelve distinct doors, each labeled with a glowing number.

"Twelve?" Saquin muttered.

Door 2 was currently wide open.

He walked over and peeked inside.

It wasn't a storage closet. It was a massive, lavishly decorated room styled after antique Earth architecture—specifically, a Victorian-era manor. Plush rugs, mahogany furniture, a four-poster bed.

"This is Shalis's room," Saquin deduced. It fit her vibe.

Elegant, timeless, and slightly imposing.

[ Correct. That is the Artifact Quarters. ]

"Okay, so where do I go to blow things up?"

[ Door 12. ]

Saquin turned his gaze to the end of the row. Door 12.

It looked identical to the others. A simple, heavy metal door with the number '12' glowing in soft blue light.

He walked over, placing his hand on the panel. The system verified his bio-signature instantly.

Hiss.

The door slid open.

Saquin stepped through.

"Woah."

He stopped dead in his tracks.

He wasn't in a room.

He was outside.

Or at least, it looked like outside.

He stood on a vast, grassy plain that stretched out for kilometers. In the distance, he could see a range of rocky mountains. Above him, a sky existed—but it was starless, a flat, consistent grey twilight that provided ample illumination without a sun.

"Space expansion?" Saquin asked, looking back.

The door frame stood freely in the middle of the grass, looking like a portal to nowhere. Through the open frame, he could see the warehouse floor.

[ No, ] the World Will corrected. [ Space expansion creates a bigger room inside a smaller one. This... is a Mini-World. A pocket dimension anchored to the warehouse. ]

"A Mini-World," Saquin repeated, a grin spreading across his face. "Okay. Now this is a gift."

He looked back at the door.

[ Just will it to close. It will dematerialize and rematerialize wherever you wish within the dimension when you are ready to leave. ]

"Understood."

Saquin willed the door shut. It vanished into thin air, leaving him alone in the endless grey twilight.

"Perfect."

He took a deep breath of the artificial air. It was crisp, clean, and saturated with Senar.

"Status."

[Name: Saquin Sylia.

Tattoo: -

Kind: Hybrid (Living - Dead )

Species: Hybrid (Unliving-Living)

Origin: Humanity --- Dead Ones --- Abomination.

Rank: Senar Initiate -- Mid Level (100/100)(Advancement Available).

Affinity: Ice - Space.

Type: Fighter(Brute) ---- Assassin(Space- Walker).

[ Bloodline: Sylia (Unique - Living) {active} Seeker (Unique - Living) {active} - Romca ( Unique - Unliving) {inactive}.

-> Sylia {Unique}: Your charm is more charming than you can imagine. Every part of you radiates charisma, uniqueness and attractiveness. ]

-> Seeker {Unique}: You are a seeker, and you will find what you will seek. May you have good luck and sheer will as your backup. ]

Ability(s):

--> Assassin Rune(Unique Supreme) { human-based }

--> Prince Of Space (Supreme) { human-based }

--> Telekinesis(Mundane) { human-based }

--> Dead Cold (Supreme) { Zombie-based }

--> Frozen Gaze (Unique) { human-based }

--> Might (Unique) { Zombie-based}

--> Regeneration (Unique) { Zombie-based}

--> Unliving (Unique) { Zombie-based }

Skills:

- Assassination King (Passive) {Unique}

- Spatial Awareness (Passive) {Growth}

- Combat Mastery (Passive) {Unique}

- Super Strength (Passive) {Unique}

- Aerodynamics (Passive) {Mundane}

- Observe (Active) {Growth}

- Senar Manipulation (Passive) {Growth}

- Blink (Active) {Unique} {Rune-Rewritten}

- Teleportation (Active) {Growth}

- Ice Manipulation (Passive) {Growth}

- Burst (Active) {Growth}

- Sword Mastery (Passive) {Growth}

- Unliving Breath (Active) {Unique}

- Martial Body Movement (Martial) {Technique}

- Sharpshooter (Passive) {Mundane}

- Ice Rain (Active) {Hyper}

- Cold Fist (Active) {Mundane}

Soul-Bound(s):

- Black-Ink.

- Crystalisse.

- Charm.

Rune(s):

- Conceal.

Core(s):

- Grolly Bird Core Set (Pinnacle-Class Grade One) (0/500): {Wing Of The Wingless {Transformative}, Grolly Crossbow {Weapon}, Frost Feather Sword {Weapon}, Clawed Grasp {Armour-Weapon}, Light Feet {Armour-Transportation}, Grolly Light Armour {Armour}, Grolly Fit {Fit}.}

- Earth Motor (Pinnacle-Class Grade One) (0/100).

]

Saquin stared at the wall of text hovering before him.

"Yep, just as I left it," he muttered.

He scanned the list.

"Okay, let's break it down. Passives first? No, those are boring to test alone. I can't exactly test Assassination King without someone to assassinate. Let's stick to Actives."

His eyes drifted down the list of Active Skills.

Blink and Teleportation he used constantly. He knew their limits—or at least, he knew they worked well enough for his current needs.

Ice Manipulation was his bread and butter.

But there were a few new additions he hadn't properly unleashed yet.

"Let's start with something fun," Saquin decided.

His gaze landed on a Unique Skill he had acquired recently.

Unliving Breath.

"Dragon breath," Saquin mused. "But dead."

He faced a large boulder about fifty meters away.

"Let's see what you can do."

He gathered his Senar. Unlike his normal Ice energy, which felt deep and dark, activating this skill drew upon something crisp and Icy. It felt lighter compared to the dead vibes he was used to.

He opened his mouth.

{ Unliving Breath. }

WHOOSH!

He expected a stream of cold air. A gentle, freezing fog that would encase the boulder in ice, perhaps similar to what a Cryoshooter might do.

He was wrong.

A torrent of grey-white energy exploded from his mouth.

It wasn't a breeze. It was a cannonball.

The recoil snapped Saquin's head back slightly as a cone of concussive force blasted forward, tearing up the grass in a wide trench.

The energy slammed into the boulder.

BOOM!

The rock didn't just freeze. It shattered.

The force of the breath pulverized the stone into gravel, and then the freezing effect took hold. In a split second, the flying debris was flash-frozen mid-air, creating a glittering, chaotic sculpture of destruction.

The breath continued, scouring the ground for another twenty meters behind the boulder, leaving a trail of absolute devastation.

Saquin closed his mouth, a wisp of grey steam escaping his lips.

He stared at the destruction.

"Okay," he whispered. "That was violent."

[ It is a Dragonkin skill corrupted by Dead Cold, ] the World Will noted dryly. [ Dragons do not breathe on things to cool them down. They breathe on things to erase them. ]

"Noted," Saquin grinned. "It's an Ice shotgun, not a freezegun."

"An Ice shotgun that is about to be so misused."

Saquin's wings spread out in their full glory as he took off in a blast.

{ Unliving Breath. }

A bigger torrent of pure Ice energy shot out of his mouth and tore into the ground.

CRRRR!!!

Saquin blasted forward the breath still active as it tore and froze the ground in his trail.

The next couple of minutes, the training world knew no peace as Saquin fully relished in the joy of being able to pulverize things with his breath.

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