Reality's Beholder

The next morning, I awoke feeling refreshed and revitalized. Instead of running laps around the dorms, however, I chose to venture far from them. I needed to push my new limits and also uncover the full potential and constraints of my other bloodline.

The academy was encircled by a vast clearing stretching for kilometers, with an expansive plain bordered by forest. I jogged north from the academy and into the forest for about an hour until I felt sufficiently removed. I then found a secluded spot in the woods to test my new limits. First, I gauged my speed—I was easily thirty percent faster than before. My strength had doubled, my physique had become more toned, and my perception and mental clarity had sharpened. It was an overall power-up. Next, I turned my attention to my bloodline abilities.

"Null." The moment I activated the null field, every piece of gravel, every twig, and every small detail in my surroundings was lifted into the air almost instantly. "Hmm, it consumes much less essence than before, and it executes more swiftly," I thought.

"Burden"—the new name I had given to my ability to amplify gravity—was up next. When I activated the burden field, the very air around me thickened; trees groaned under the intensified force, and twigs snapped with ease. "Though I can sense it has become stronger, I cannot determine by how much until I test it on a living target," I mused, before proceeding to the next ability.

I then raised my hand toward a specific direction and murmured "repel." Everything in the path of my outstretched palm was hurled back at breakneck speed—except for the trees; only their leaves and a few fragile branches were stripped away by the blast.

Not eager to risk testing the "attract" ability on multiple objects simultaneously and potentially becoming a human pin cushion, I sought out something larger—a boulder roughly the size of my torso. Likely three times my own weight, I concentrated my "attract" on it, setting the stage for my next test.

I searched for something bigger, a decent sized boulder about the size of my torso. It was probably thrice as heavy as I was, I focused my 'attract' on it.

The boulder as if absolved of it's weight (which was technically true), shot uncontrollably towards my raised palm.

Though a moment before it touched my palm, I switched to 'repel' and sent it flying back. 'I could work with this' I mused. Imagine an enemy trying to attack me only to lose control of their body as I spam 'attract' and 'repel' on them. Just the thought of it made me giddy. But no enemy would simply stand and let me do that, not unless they were retarded.

'Is it just me or do I monologue a lot these days' I thought before I shook my head and decided to focus on the reason that brought me out this far.

I focused on my connection with the silver bloodline, a silver aura enshrouded my body just like that of yesterday, but today there wes something else. "Are these... symbols?" I raised an eyebrow. Before me or rather, everything my eyes could see, were engraved with silver symbols. Some kind of bizarre symbols I've never seen before, but for some strange reason they somehow felt familiar.

And with that understanding, came the revelation I had always been waiting for. The revelation about what the bloodline could do. A tide of information hit my brain, it was much much much longer than the information about my gravity bloodline.

The revelation:

The silver bloodline is named 'Beholder of Reality', it grants me the power to warp and manipulate reality through the origin language.

The origin was a language capable of manipulating and warping reality and is a system of communication where each word, phrase, or symbol doesn't just convey meaning but also exerts a fundamental influence over the very fabric of existence. This language transcends traditional linguistics, tapping into concepts of power, essence, and perception.

There were many ways to utilize it.

1. **Essence-Based Structure**

In the Origin language, each word or sound would represent an *essence* or a *concept* deeply tied to the physical, metaphysical, or spiritual elements of the universe. These essences could relate to the core forces of existence—time, space, matter, energy, consciousness, etc. The words themselves wouldn't just convey information but *embody* the power of these forces.

For example:

- A word might not just mean "fire" but could also embody the *pure, unadulterated force of fire*, capable of igniting an inferno upon utterance.

- A phrase might not just mean "time slows," but could bend the flow of time itself, altering the perception of the moment or even warping the objective passage of time.

2. **Symbolic Syntax**

In addition to sounds, the Origin language could use symbols or runes, each representing specific forces. These runes would combine in intricate patterns, much like a magical formula or sigil, and their arrangement determines the specific reality-bending effect. A simple phrase might involve not just speaking the words but also visualizing or inscribing a sequence of glyphs in the air or on surfaces.

For example:

- A single rune could represent *creation*, and when combined with others representing *order*, *chaos*, and *light*, it could give rise to a new reality or universe.

- A word for "destruction" might involve a combination of jagged, broken symbols that weaken the coherence of reality, causing the collapse of an object or entity.

3. **Intent and Consciousness**

The Origin language would be deeply connected to the speaker's will and consciousness. The effectiveness of the words and symbols would depend not only on the proper pronunciation or correct sequence but on the user's ability to project intent. A celestial speaker would need a clear, focused mind to guide their reality manipulation—any hesitation, doubt, or lack of clarity could result in unintended effects or failure.

For example:

- If the speaker intends to create an object, but their mind wavers between creation and destruction, the result could be a malformed or unstable object.

- The strength of one's belief or emotional state could amplify the power of the language. A speaker filled with rage might unintentionally unleash an uncontrollable force, while one in a state of peace might achieve delicate and precise alterations.

The conclusion:

In the Origin language, speaking is an act of *creation*, with each word shaping the world around the speaker in ways that are subtle or catastrophic. The language is not only a tool for manipulation but also a profound connection to the universe's underlying principles. It requires great skill, understanding, and control, as the user must be able to wield immense power without destabilizing their surroundings or the very fabric of existence itself.

"I can manipulate reality!?," I whispered. My voice trembled, not from fear, but from the overwhelming rush of possibility. The whole universe seemed to open up before me like an intricate puzzle, and for the first time, I could see the pieces. The world was mine to mold. A single thought could reshape anything—anything at all, well not a single thought.

The magnitude of what I could do hit me like a freight train. Could I undo mistakes? Could I rewrite history? Could I change the fate of people, or even myself?

The terror was there too, creeping at the edges of my excitement. What if I made the wrong change? What if something spiraled out of control? my face became grim.

My heart raced. This was real. I was realizing this now, and the consequences, both terrifying and awe-inspiring, were becoming clear. In an instant, my mind flooded with visions—of creating worlds, shifting destinies, altering lives. It was all too much. A whisper of doubt slithered at the back of my mind: 'could I trust myself to not be corrupted by this power?'

"Hell yeah, corrupted by power? I say bullshit" I muttered. I was not and never had been an ambitious person, I had no reason to be corrupted by power. While others might wish to rule or conquer, to me it was just too much work. I just have to always remind myself of who I was. And it was not like i suddenly became all powerful, I was still a measly rank 3, how much I could utilize my second bloodline depends on my essence, which at this moment is pitiful to say the least.

I didn't notice before, but it was already dusk, the time the revelation took was at least twelve hours. I now knew how to speak, read and write the origin language by heart. I decided to call it a day. I went back to my dorm, ate some food and went to bed.

The next day I was the first person to arrive in class, and a few moments later, Aurora appeared elegantly on her seat. 'God knows I envy those with spatial abilities.

"Lady Aurora" I greeted as she turned to face me. She simply nodded before turned back.

Soon cadets started arriving, even the top ten, I became the topic of discussion, but then in came the idiot.

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