Chapter 38 Evolution Of The Mind

Harry's anticipation for the Infinite Creation and Passive Attraction abilities had been met, having witnessed them during his time travel. However, the sudden revelation of the Dragonic Transformation ability caught him off guard, filling him with a pleasantly surprised sensation. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that the Born-Dragon abilities held deeper secrets, for they were creations of a mighty Eternal Clan. Nevertheless, he decided to postpone further exploration of these enigmatic powers.

The unsettling ghostly sensation that plagued him earlier had not dissipated. The more he panicked, the more the specter of death loomed, crawling closer with each passing moment. He forcefully calmed himself, diverting his attention towards the Dragonic Transformation ability. As he willed it, a surge of information inundated his very being, assimilating the newfound knowledge. It was as if he had acquired an additional limb, an integral part of his essence.

One of the defining characteristics of Born-Dragon abilities was their accessibility once acknowledged within oneself. Unlocking and employing these abilities at will became possible, untethered by the conventional stages of ordinary Gifts, They allowed you to use them at their full potential as soon as you had them,

They can't grow more powerful through stages like ordinary abilities, But their utility proved invaluable in dire circumstances, as was the case now.

Advancing on his quest, Harry reached the bathroom door anew. Yet, as he drew near, he began to shrink gradually, diminishing inch by inch, meter by meter. By the time he faced the door, it loomed colossal before his diminutive form—merely a minuscule 1 cm in stature. Inevitably, his attire succumbed to the forces of disproportion, falling off his diminished frame. Fortuitously, his royal status spared him from triggering a nefarious mechanism designed to incinerate trespassers, a boon he relished at this moment.

Undeterred by his diminished size, Harry traversed the crevice beneath the door and ventured into the expanse of the bathroom. A realm of grandeur and magnificence stretched out before him, yet everything appeared excessively vast and unfamiliar. Unable to discern objects amidst the gargantuan surroundings, he concentrated his thoughts, triggering a transformation that restored his former height, slightly above 1.6 meters.

Agitatedly scanning the opulent bathroom in search of his sister and mother, Harry's eyes swept across every corner. Alas, his frantic efforts yielded no trace of their presence. How could the bathroom be locked from the inside if they were not within its confines? Panic threatened to consume him, but he fought to maintain composure. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and his gaze ascended, fixating upon the ceiling.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm There, affixed to the vaulted expanse as though bonded by ethereal adhesive, three individuals hung suspended. Among them were Emma, his mother, and Lilly, his younger sister—both unconscious. The third figure suspended alongside them was none other than Harry's clone. Each one seemed immobilized as if restrained by an invisible colossus. A tumultuous mix of trepidation and tranquility welled within Harry, rendering his heart both frenzied and eerily calm.

His attention wavered from his inert mother and sister, alighting upon the clone. In that instant, his pupils quivered with recognition—an unequivocal confirmation. The clone, just like the others, adhered to the ceiling, its visage etched with terror. However, unlike its counterparts, the clone's severed legs bled copiously, severed stumps dripping crimson. Yet, inexplicably, the profuse bleeding failed to claim the clone's life, its survival shrouded in enigmatic circumstances.

Harry stood rooted, a statue amidst the chaos, fixating his gaze upon two pivotal truths—the first, a memory from the future, the enigma of Eva's disappearance; the second, a recollection from the past of the same Eva, Eva's clone's inability to walk shortly after its creation. Both occurrences were marred by curses.

A dreadful premonition coalesced within Harry's mind as he connected the disparate threads. A profound alteration had unfolded, spanning across timelines, and at its epicenter lay the stolen clone ability. Furthermore, this seemingly inconsequential power harbored unforeseen repercussions, now laid bare.

With an ominous weight pressing upon his shoulders, Harry consolidated his thoughts with an Ice-like focus. There existed a grand machination at play, transcending the boundaries of Eva's missing case and the clone's cursed nature. It was a puzzle encompassing something far more colossal, a sinister force wielding the stolen ability as its weapon.

The celestial clone, now a bloodied and anguished specter on the ceiling, stood as a testament to the malevolence that had befallen them.

The scene before him resonated with an eerie silence, broken only by the weight of his thoughts. Time seemed to warp and stretch as Harry

In the face of adversity, Harry Suddenly had a profound sense of enlightenment;

It didn't matter.

Whether he was Kind, Cruel, Ruthless, or Selfish

Whether he was Harry or Ace

It didn't matter to the universe,

No matter how good you were, you will still have enemies if you have benefits to be stolen from

No matter how bad you were, you will have allies if your benefits linked

And at this precise moment, probably in front of a divine being, or maybe something even more sinister

Harry and Ace finally combined.

His two souls linked perfectly after this much time.

Their Minds had consolidated into the perfect whole that, Harry Isiah Lust, had wanted ever since his rebirth.

This Harry was both Ruthless to his Enemies and Loving to his true loved ones,

Since he was ruthless, his lust would never hurt his family anymore,

Why would it when it had enemies to fuck with?

And, to the people that he didn't know, not one of his enemies nor allies, they might as well die if he could earn even a single leaf by killing them...He didn't care about strangers for shit's sake.

The stage was set, the players suspended in their dance of shadows. Harry took a decisive step forward, his path illuminated by the burning ember of his resolve. In the tumultuous symphony of life and death, he would script his own melody, forging a future shrouded in uncertainty, yet brimming with the possibility of redemption.

He had changed, no more a product of his emotions but its tyrant.

And so, When the clock ticked again, Harry was just below the clone, his mind focused on a single thing as his system screen itself started shivering and blinking non-stop.

In Fear.

The world too started shivering, acknowledging the Birth of a Monarch material.

And the sinister Divine Existence looked at the scene,

Wondering where the monarch aura came from, as it released one of its own, eternally supreme, a might that stood above time,

Yet, it could'nt bypass the world barrier,

As the people caught to the ceiling fell, an evil chuckle resounded throughout the chamber.

Harry seeing them falling, moved fast to to save them.

Then he simply realized that nothing truly mattered, not even his resolve.

as his system blinked,

[Clone Corrupted completely. Clone Dying]

the divinity of clones could just kill the clone here if the things seemed too complicated, it was just that simple.

In front of pure strength, emotions were most of the time meaningless.