I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1314: Rejection

Erend stepped through the opening without hesitation, and the space beyond revealed itself in silence.

The chamber was vast, far larger than the corridor leading to it. Its ceiling disappears into shadow above.

The walls curved inward slightly to form a contained structure that felt less like a room and more like a containment cage. Every surface was covered in dense sealing patterns, far more concentrated than anything he had seen so far. The air felt heavy. There was a sensation of almost liquid with Magic.

At the center of it all, suspended in place, was the fragment.

Erend’s gaze locked onto it immediately.

It did not resemble anything complete. It was a piece of something unknown, an irregular shape that seemed to defy clear definition.

Its surface shifted faintly as if it couldn’t fully stabilize into a single form. Edges blurred and reformed, never settling.

Around it was a massive sphere of water.

The water floated by itself to form a perfect sphere roughly twenty meters in diameter. It shimmered softly with light, layers of Magic flowing through it in controlled currents. The surface rippled without disturbance and sigils moved beneath it like currents beneath the sea.

This definitely wasn’t ordinary water. It had been infused, reinforced, and refined into a sealing medium. A barrier designed not just to contain but to isolate whatever existed inside from the outside world.

Erend stood still, studying it in silence.

The presence radiating from within confirmed it again. That familiar distortion and that overwhelming weight.

"This is it..." he thought.

But the question remained.

"Hmm.... What do I do with you now?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking. Destroying it immediately didn’t feel right. At least not yet. Without understanding what it truly was.

"I should check it first."

The decision settled quickly.

Erend raised his hand slightly then let it lower again as his focus shifted inward instead. His consciousness expanded, guided by his Magic as it moved outward in an invisible flow.

Then it touched the sphere.

There was resistance but not enough to stop him.

His Magic slipped through the infused water without difficulty, adapting to its flow rather than clashing against it.

The barrier recognized the nature of his power but couldn’t fully reject it.

His awareness passed through and entered the fragment.

He saw darkness swallow everything. It was not merely the absence of light, but something else. A space that felt incomplete, unstable, like it hadn’t fully formed.

Then shapes appeared.

Erend’s eyes narrowed.

He saw figures.

They were scattered across that endless darkness, drifting or standing in place without ground or direction. They looked human at first glance, but only partially.

More precisely, they looked incomplete.

Some had bodies that ended abruptly and dissolved into nothingness. While others lacked features, their faces were blank or distorted. Their limbs formed and disappeared, never fully stable.

Their forms flickered between existence and absence. As if they weren’t whole.

Erend frowned, a quiet tension forming in his thoughts.

"What... is this?"

If this was truly the missing Creation, then something had gone wrong. Severely wrong.

Or perhaps... this was its true state.

His attention shifted. One of the figures turned toward him.

It looked more complete than the others, though still far from whole. Its outline was unstable, its features were unclear, but it faced him directly.

They locked onto him.

Erend felt it. There were no words or thoughts... But a feeling.

But even that... was incomplete.

It reached toward him, but what came through was fragmented. Broken pieces of feelings that couldn’t fully form. There was no clear intent or single clear emotion he could grasp. Just fragments.

Like something trying to feel... but unable to.

Erend’s gaze hardened slightly.

He tried to read and understand it, but there was nothing solid to hold onto. Whatever this existence was, its own state prevented it from expressing itself completely.

Even its feelings were incomplete.

That alone made his wariness deepen.

"What happened to you...?" he asked. "What are you supposed to become?"

The distance between them closed slowly. The incomplete figure drifted forward through the endless darkness, its unstable body flickering with every movement.

Parts of it formed more clearly for a moment, then blurred again into something undefined.

It did not move with purpose like a living being but more like something drawn forward by its instinct alone.

Erend stepped forward as well.

There was no ground beneath him. His gaze remained locked on the figure in a sharp and focused manner, studying every subtle change in its form.

They stopped just in front of each other. Face to face.

Up close, the distortion became even clearer

Then Erend felt a faint ripple pass through the space between them.

And this time... it carried something more than fragmented feelings. It carried words.

"...dead..."

The word did not come through sound, but directly into his mind.

"...is... best..."

The figure’s form trembled.

"...for... me..."

The connection flickered.

Erend’s brows furrowed immediately.

Dead?

He stared at it more intensely, trying to understand what it meant. Was that a plea? A conclusion? Or simply the only thing it could express?

"You can communicate," Erend said, his voice calm but firm, even within this space. "Then listen to what I said."

He paused briefly, choosing his words.

"I need to bring you back," he continued. "To the Void Architect."

A moment later there was an instant reaction from it. The figure’s body distorted violently.

Its unstable form blurred even more, the fragments that made up its shape breaking apart and reforming erratically. The space around it rippled with disruption. What little structure it had began to fracture even further.

And then a feeling surged to Erend. It felt clearer than before.

He felt rejection, discomfort, and hate.

It wasn’t directed at Erend but directed at the words.

At the name and the idea.

Erend’s eyes narrowed deeper.

The figure pulled back slightly, its form trembling more violently now as if the very concept had destabilized it. The fragments that composed its existence flickered faster like something rejecting itself from within.

"...no..."

The feeling echoed again, broken but sharp.

Erend remained still and watching. His mind moved quickly.

"So that’s it..." he thought. "This Creation... didn’t want to return."

His gaze hardened slightly as the realization settled. "This thing separated itself on purpose..."

And if that was true then bringing it back to the Void Architect wouldn’t just be difficult, but it would go against its very existence. Can he do that?

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