Bright sat in the library, the Spatial Body core information still displayed on his terminal, his mind cycling through the possibilities and dangers with exhausting repetition.

His fusion talent was his foundation—the ability that made him exceptional rather than just competent. But it wasn't a guaranteed success.

Since his first use of it fusion had produced exactly what he wanted , Bright thought, remembering how Danger Sense and Spatial Awareness had combined into perfect Spatial Foresight.

But he also understood that such combinations could yield something merely functional—useful, yet suboptimal. Pieces that refused to align, existing side by side in his matrix without ever interacting into something greater.

*Which will Spatial Body be?*

His gut said it would work. Said the spatial framework was a perfect foundation for dimensional manipulation. Said this was exactly the kind of unconventional choice that would define his build in ways conventional cores never could.

But gut feeling isn't a strategic assessment, Bright reminded himself.

He stared at the core information for another long moment.

Then made his decision.

I just have to trust my instinct.

And if it doesn't go as planned —if the integration fails or the fusion produces nothing useful—at least I tried for a revolutionary capability instead of settling for safe mediocrity.

He closed the terminal, headed toward the Core Distribution Office with a purpose that didn't allow second-guessing.

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The distribution clerk was an older student—a third-year with an administrative duty, her expression showing a professional boredom that came from processing hundreds of routine transactions.

"Academy ID and core selection," she requested without looking up.

Bright provided his credentials. "Spatial Body. Forty-five coins."

Now she looked up, her expression shifting from boredom to surprise to something like concern.

"Spatial Body?" She pulled up the core's file, read the warnings, looked at Bright with obvious skepticism. "You understand this is an experimental classification? That integration failure rate is—" She checked documentation. "—sixty-three percent among candidates without specialized spatial talents?"

Smart-looking kid, she thought, studying him. Well-maintained uniform. Composed bearing. Doesn't look like someone who makes reckless decisions.

So why is he choosing a core that's been sitting on our shelves for two years because nobody wants the liability?

"I have a specialized spatial talent," Bright replied calmly.

"And you understand the energy consumption requirements? The dimensional instability risks? The recommendation that only candidates with exceptional spatial manipulation consider integration?"

"I understand all the warnings," Bright confirmed. "I'm making an informed choice."

The clerk studied him for a moment longer, clearly debating whether to push harder against the obviously questionable decision.

Then she shrugged internally. Not my problem. Not my responsibility if he fragments himself across dimensions. He's been warned.

"Your choice. Your risk. Sign the waiver and your good to go."

Bright signed without hesitation.

The clerk retrieved the core from storage—a small crystalline structure showing a faint shimmer that suggested its dimensional properties, power radiating from it feeling strange in ways normal cores didn't.

It exists partially outside normal space already, Bright recognized as he accepted it. That's why it feels so wrong. Because it's not entirely here.

"Good luck," the clerk said, her tone suggesting he'd need it. "Medical facility is two buildings north if shit goes badly."

"Appreciated," Bright replied.

He left the distribution office, the Spatial Body core warm in his hand, its dimensional properties making his spatial foresight resonate in ways that confirmed his instinct.

This will work, Bright thought with growing certainty. This is exactly right.

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Room 247 was mercifully empty—Kildare absent for once, probably at whatever activities silent roommates engaged in when not occupying their shared space.

Good, Bright thought. Don't need witness if this goes catastrophically wrong.

He'd initially planned to absorb it in their shared bathroom —it was a private space, and easy cleanup if things got messy. But sitting there felt undignified for something this significant.

Do it properly, Bright decided. A Controlled environment with his full focus on the assimilation rather than a cramped shoe box type improvised location that may even be a detriment to his integration.

He sat cross-legged on his bed, the Spatial Body core resting in his palm, his spatial foresight already analyzing its dimensional structure.

Here we go.

Bright brought the core to his chest, felt it sink into his body with a sensation like falling through layers of reality, he felt his essence matrix accept the foreign power with a combination of resistance and resonance.

The integration hit like spatial displacement.

His body existed here and elsewhere simultaneously—occupying a physical space while also touching dimensional layers that normal matter couldn't access. His spatial foresight expanded involuntarily, suddenly perceiving not just physical positioning but dimensional stacking, reality's layered structure that he'd never consciously recognized before.

The euphoric sensation of gaining power flooded through him—that addictive rush of his capability being expanded that made the core absorption worth the risks.

The Spatial Body core settled into his matrix, its dimensional properties creating immediate tension with his existing ability cores —it was not conflict, but pressure. Like magnets with same polarity forced together, creating stress that demanded resolution immediately.

Fusion, Bright thought, activating his soul talent deliberately.

His talent responded—that unique ability that made him different, that transformed separate powers into a unified whole.

The fusion process was intense.

Body enhancement and Spatial Body crashed together like colliding dimensions, their capabilities mixing and transforming, their individual properties dissolving into something entirely new.

Bright felt his body change—not just an enhancement, but a fundamental alteration of how he occupied space, how he interacted with reality's structure.

Then the fusion completed.

Absolute Void Physique

The name appeared in his awareness like a fundamental truth, the unified ability declaring its nature with perfect clarity.

Bright opened his eyes, finding his room unchanged but his perception transformed completely.

His body felt different. Stronger. Faster. More durable. Every physical metric enhanced beyond what Body Enhancement alone should produce—like the dimensional properties had optimized his physical form's interaction with reality itself, had taken all the good parts of both cores and amplified them through fusion.

That's just the baseline improvement, Bright recognized with awe.That's just foundation of what this does.

His Absolute Void Physique granted him dominion over position itself—not merely where he stood, but how he existed within space. Through his Spatial Foresight, he sensed dimensional layers overlapping reality like unseen currents, and beneath that awareness lay a quiet certainty: within his sphere of awareness, movement was no longer bound to distance.

It felt dangerous—untested. Like leaning over a cliff with the knowledge that you could step forward and not fall, yet no guarantee you would land where you intended. Using it recklessly wasn't an option. Not yet.

Then the realization struck him with sudden clarity, his limiting belief shattered.

I can do it.

Not someday. Not after refinement.

Now.

The thought sent a chill through him.

I can displace myself through space itself—skip the distance entirely. Anywhere I can perceive, I can exist.

Carefully—almost reverently—Bright fixed his focus on the far corner of the room. He didn't imagine moving toward it. He imagined being there. He felt something give way, a silent alignment between layers, and stepped—not forward, but through.

Reality folded.

The room didn't blur. There was no rush of air, no sensation of speed. One instant he stood beside his bed. The next, he was in the corner—five meters crossed without crossing anything at all.

His breath caught.

It works.

He returned to the bed the same way, confidence blooming alongside caution. Space yielded again, obedient, fragile and terrifying.

But there was more.

Bright became aware of a semi-permeable barrier just above his skin—a spatial membrane that existed between physical and dimensional layers, solid enough to be real but permeable enough to allow controlled interaction.

It is an unconscious defense , he realized with growing excitement. If I integrate my danger sense properly—if I train this barrier to respond to spatial foresight's threat detection—

He tested it experimentally, throwing pillow at himself while focusing on the membrane's defensive potential.

The pillow phased through without making contact, passing through the dimensional barrier like it wasn't there—except Bright had felt the membrane's presence, had sensed it filtering the incoming object, had understood it was deciding what could reach his actual body.

Things that would harm me simply won't be able to touch me, Bright understood. Won't penetrate the dimensional barrier once I train this properly.

This was a defense that transcended conventional blocking. It operated on principles of dimensional separation rather than physical resistance.

The membrane felt thin now. Maybe a centimeter thick. Fragile compared to what it could become. But with development, with rank advancement, with understanding—

It will expand. Will grow in both length and hardness, possibly creating a defense that makes me nearly impossible to injure.

And combined with teleportation range that would grow with spatial awareness—

I'll be untouchable. Able to displace instantly within an ever expanding radius and defend unconsciously.

Bright stood carefully, testing his transformed body, feeling the power settling into a new equilibrium.

This is it, he thought with awe. This was exactly what he hoped his fusion talent would produce.

Absolute Void Physique. The name felt right. Felt like it captured something fundamental about what he'd become—someone who existed partially outside normal reality, who could manipulate void between dimensions, who had a physique optimized for spatial transcendence.

And it's only going to get stronger, Bright recognized. As I rank up. As spatial awareness expands. As I understand dimensional manipulation better.

This was the right choice.

Risky. Unconventional. But absolutely right.

The fusion didn't just succeed, It surpassed his expectations.

And for the first time since arriving at the Academy, Bright understood—truly understood—that the way he fought, moved, and survived was about to change forever.

Outside his window, evening settled over Sparkshire—candidates studying, training, developing through conventional means.

While Bright had just transformed himself through an unconventional choice that paid off spectacularly.

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