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I was looking out of the room. It was almost noon. While testing my abilities, I came across an interesting fact about this world in one of the books.

Time in this world was different from my old one. Here, a day lasted 36 hours, a year was 500 days long, and there were ten months.

And the names of the months and days? None of them sounded familiar. Names like Görken or Zevathar felt strange and unnecessary to memorize. So, I decided to stick with my own world's calendar. It was the logical choice.

But the truly fascinating thing was the sky—two massive suns and four moons. Yet, even the shortest nights lasted more than 12 hours.

This world was much larger than I had initially thought.

I found an empty book to record all this information. Instead of searching through books repeatedly, I would create my own notes.

Then, I returned to testing my abilities. There were a few questions bothering me.

According to the books, a "fate ability" was unique, unchangeable, irremovable, and impossible to duplicate. Some legends even claimed that the ability vanished with its owner upon death.

Yet, I had four different abilities:

Blood

Flesh

Bone

Rewind

How was that possible? I searched through the books, but I found nothing reassuring. However, one example caught my attention—the Earth ability.

Think of a simple piece of earth. Add water, and it becomes mud. Let it harden, and it turns to stone. It looks like three different abilities, but in reality, it's just one.

That meant my four abilities must be connected to a single core ability. But what was it? Something biological? Or something entirely different?

I thought for hours.

Outside, one of the two suns dipped below the horizon, turning the sky into a deep navy blue. The first of the four moons had already appeared. Shadows stretched long, and the room grew gloomier.

And yet, I still had no answers.

So, I decided to experiment.

First, I tested Blood in different ways. Could I harden it permanently?

Result: No. Blood could take shape, but it eventually broke down. When I ran my finger over it, it felt sticky. A few minutes later, it completely dissolved.

Bone, however, was different. I could shape it more easily, and whatever I created remained intact. Knives, swords… I could craft many things.

To maximize efficiency, I tried a naming method.

When a person hears a word, their mind instantly forms a clear image of it. If I applied the same logic, I could use my abilities faster and more effectively.

I tested it by saying, "Blood Bullet ×10."

Immediately, ten blood bullets formed. Normally, I had to create blood first and then shape it, but by naming and quantifying it, I could accelerate the process.

Next was Flesh. I hadn't planned to test it. But then I thought, Why not?

So, I experimented.

And I discovered something terrifying.

The lump of flesh I created… was permanent. And it consumed no capacity to maintain itself.

I lifted the flesh ball. I shaped it like I did with blood. A small sphere—nothing more.

I placed it on the table and leaned back.

Seconds passed. Silence filled the room.

Then, I noticed movement. At first, just a tiny twitch.

I narrowed my eyes. Was that a shadow? Or did it actually move? I wasn't sure.

But then it happened again. A small, hesitant tremor.

One centimeter to the right. A pause. Then again, but more clearly.

This time, there was no doubt.

The flesh ball was moving on its own.

I frowned. The table was perfectly flat. No slope. No wind. Nothing that could cause this.

And yet, the flesh ball rolled again. This time, not randomly—it was as if something or someone was directing it.

I watched in silence.

Was this a mistake? Or… something else?

I leaned forward, resting one hand on the table and the other against my chin.

I knew I had to test something.

Without thinking, I whispered:

"Roll."

At that moment… it moved.

More precise. More deliberate.

First to the right, then to the left, then a full rotation.

I let out a slow breath.

Inside me, there was a faint but undeniable thrill.

If I could do this… how far could I go?

A smile crept onto my lips.

Then, I laughed. A deep, uncontrollable laughter.

"Hahaha! This… This ability is completely broken!"

If even a small piece of flesh could obey me… I could create life. Control it. Even raise an army of flesh.

This was just the beginning.

I stood up. I need to experiment more.

I shaped the flesh into a crude form—four thin legs supporting a spherical body. It looked bizarre.

I took a deep breath.

"Kneel."

The legs trembled. It tried to lower itself. But then, it lost balance and collapsed.

For a few seconds, it lay still. Then, it slowly adjusted into a kneeling position.

But how?

This lump of flesh had no brain. No nerves. No muscles, except for what I had given it.

Was my mind reaching into it?

I had never questioned my ability too much. I simply gave commands, and it followed most of them. But the more complex they got, the less precise the results became.

For example, when I said, "Take three steps forward, two steps back. Repeat three times," it executed the command, though imperfectly. But when I tried, "Draw a circle, add a triangle inside, then flip over and return," it failed completely.

I was so immersed in my experiments that I ignored Jiho when he arrived, telling him to come back later.

For three entire days, I remained in this room, pushing my ability to its limits. Naming techniques, creating flesh constructs—I honed it all.

But on the second day, I felt my internal capacity draining. I decided to rest.

Four hours later, my capacity had fully recovered.

More interestingly, I felt no hunger during this time. I neither ate nor drank for two days, yet I was never hungry. The reason was my Rewind ability. By consuming capacity, I could reset my hunger.

Then, I tested pain.

I inflicted injuries on myself, but I felt nothing. Because any damage I caused did not affect me.

Not only that, but it didn't even drain my capacity. If I killed myself and rewound, the process took only two seconds, restoring my body without a single scar.

But what if someone else killed me? Would I feel pain? Would my capacity drain?

I would test that later.

By the end, I had more questions than answers, but I had documented most of what I needed. My knowledge of this world was sufficient. For now, I was ready.

In the room, three flesh constructs stood.

The first—an unsteady, four-legged sphere. A simple experiment.

The second—a humanoid shape with arms and legs, but still far from human. A reflection of my mistakes.

But the third… was different.

Entity XZ.

More refined. More stable. More controlled.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against its surface. Solid. Unyielding. And yet… obedient.

I gave it a name.

Because it was no longer just an experiment.

It was my greatest creation yet.

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Ravien's current profile

Name: Ravien

Surname: Duskbane

Title: None (In his previous life, he was an Admiral)

Age: 20 (In his previous life, he was 53)

Height: 187 cm

Weight: 79.5 kg

Fighting Techniques: Omicron

Fate Ability: Flesh, Blood, and Bones

Capacity: ???????