The understanding hit him not like a lightning bolt, but like a switch flipping in his brain.

Prince of Space.

He'd been using it wrong. Treating it like a fancy teleportation ticket, when it was more like… ownership. The space immediately around him didn't just let him move through it. It obeyed him.

Viva's claw tore through the air where his throat should have been. But Saquin didn't dodge. He just… wasn't there anymore. The space he occupied had subtly shifted three feet to the left. The attack passed through empty air.

He hadn't taken a step. He'd just decided to be somewhere else.

"Huh," he muttered.

Omni-direction. The term made sense now. He wasn't just a Space-Walker. He was the one who decided where the paths were.

He threw a punch straight forward. His fist moved forward, but the impact landed squarely on the back of Viva's skull with a solid thwump. The beast roared in confusion, spinning to face empty space.

[ Finally, ] the World Will's voice cut in, dry and unimpressed. [ You stop treating a Supreme Ability like a common skill. It is not a tool you use. It is a law you bend. ]

"So all Divines can do shit like this?" Saquin thought, compressing the space between him and Viva to make her next lunge fall short, then stretching it to keep her at a distance.

[ A common error, ] she corrected. [ This is not a function of being Divine. It is a function of the **Supreme** grade. Divines have higher ceilings. Supreme Abilities give you the means to reach them. They are not just powerful; they break conventional rules. 'Damage Absorption' should not exist. 'Life Exchange' should not exist. Your 'Prince of Space' spits on the concept of fixed distance. You are both wielding weapons meant for masters. ]

That framed it. They were kids with legendary swords, all power, no technique. But now, Saquin was finally learning how to hold the blade properly.

The fight changed. It wasn't a battle anymore; it was a farce.

Viva grew faster, stronger, her attacks capable of leveling hills. And they hit nothing. Saquin didn't evade; he made evasion meaningless. He existed in a pocket of re-written spatial rules. Attacking him was like trying to punch a ghost that kept changing where 'solid' was.

His initial bloodlust faded, replaced by a cold, focused curiosity. Viva's rage, however, boiled over into pure, incandescent fury.

A real stalemate. She couldn't touch him. He, despite his new trick, couldn't finish her. His attacks were mosquito bites to her. He needed something heavier.

He had two other Supreme Abilities. Assassin Rune (Unique-Supreme) was a locked vault. He felt its depth but couldn't see the key. Not today.

That left Dead Cold.

He hovered, untouched, in the eye of Viva's storm. Prince of Space worked when I stopped forcing it and just… let it be, he reasoned. What if Dead Cold is the same?

The system description was stupidly simple: You are cold to the touch and your surroundings.

He'd always tried to make the cold happen. To fire it out like a weapon.

What if he didn't?

What if he just… stopped holding it back?

He relaxed. Not his body, but the mental grip he kept on the deep, still cold at his core. He let it simply exist.

A visible chill began to seep from his skin. Not a blast, but a slow, steady exhalation of frost. The air around him grew heavy, then crisp. The grass at his feet whitened and froze with a faint crinkle.

The temperature dropped. Fast.

Prince of Space kicked in on instinct. The cold was part of him. And if he controlled the space, the cold went where he willed it. He let his spatial awareness expand, and the Dead Cold flowed into it, claiming everything.

Fifty meters. A hundred. Two hundred.

A silent, instant winter swallowed the battlefield. Frost painted the world in shades of white and blue. Viva's roars became muffled, stifled by the thickening, frozen air.

This was the area effect. But the real power, he sensed, was in the contact.

He moved with a thought, space bending to his will. He appeared before Viva, whose purple aura now burned like a desperate torch against the overwhelming chill. He reached out and placed his bare palm against her massive foreleg.

Dead Cold.

There was no explosion. No dramatic freeze ray.

It was an end.

The leg simply… stopped. Color drained to bone-white. The vibrant fur became a stiff, frozen shell. It wasn't encased in ice; it became inert, dead matter. All heat, all life, all motion was just gone.

Viva screamed, a sound of pure animal terror, and tried to pull away. The frozen leg snapped off at the joint, crumbling to glittering dust.

Before her pain could fuel another transformation, Saquin was at her head. A spatial step. No time to react. His hand settled on the broad space between her raging eyes.

Stop.

The cold didn't spread. It imposed.

The roar died. The fury in her eyes glazed over, locked in a final moment of shock. Her towering aura guttered and vanished, extinguished by a cold more final than death. The white, dead stillness spread from his touch, racing through her body in seconds. The magnificent Divine Beast became a frozen statue, a monument of perfect stillness.

Saquin pulled his hand back. He took a single step back on the frozen grass, the only sound his own breath frosting in the air.

A deep, mental exhaustion washed over him. It wasn't just Senar drain. It was the fatigue of finally, truly, using a part of himself he'd only been scratching before.

He looked at the frozen lioness, then up at the blank grey sky of the mini-world.

A slow smirk touched his lips.

"I win."

As he basked in the euphoria of triumph, he felt his body loosen.

Like he was more free than he was a couple of minutes before, and almost like on instinct.

He said, "Advance... "

A surge of power crept up into his body as he felt the familiar sensation of growing yet stronger again.

I didn't think I would be doing this so soon... But I guess I lack the Affinity for time for a reason... I can't see the future.

"Status."

He called out.

[ Name: Saquin Sylia.

Tattoo: -

Kind: Hybrid (Living - Dead )

Species: Hybrid (Unliving-Living)

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

Rank: Senar Initiate -- High 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).

]

"Oh, it would seem I really got a huge haul from the city."

He noticed that he could advance again, but of course he opted not too. The only reason he chose to advance just now was because he felt that he had truly reached the right moment to.

He could not explain it but he was sure he was right to do so.

[ You were right to do so. I can't really explain much to you, but further down your journey into this Empowered World, you would understand more about its intricacies. ]

"Hmm, I guess."

He nodded. Then,

"Help me out the excess Senaressence into my Cores would you?"

[ Hey, I am not your errand girl. ]

"Pretty please?"

[ No. ]

"Pretty please with a hint of Sylia charm in top?"

[ Ah, fine... Done. You happy now? ]

[

Core(s):

- Grolly Bird Core Set (Pinnacle-Class Grade One) (500/500): {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) (100/100). ]

"Yes. I guess." Saquin shrugged.

He turned back to look at his work of art.

"She is not dead..." He noted. "What a tenacious health bar she has."

[ You have not seen the half of it. ]

"And what do you mean?"

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