My Infinite Cultivation System-Chapter 62: Girodah

Alex started thinking which option he should choose.

"Option 2 is for my potential? ", Alex asked.

"Yes. However, the spatial coordinates are unstable. There is a measurable probability of arrival within a high risk zone. If that occurs, survival will depend entirely on your own capability."

She allowed a brief pause.

"Understand this clearly. Death in the Prime Sanctuary is absolute. There will be no reincarnation, no external intervention, and no second chance. You are being granted Option Two solely because your assessed potential meets the threshold for independent deployment."

Silence followed.

Alex lowered his head slightly, his thoughts aligning into order. Option One promised safety and structure, but it also meant entering an environment where countless others would compete for the same limited resources. Progress would be slower, constrained by hierarchy and politics.

Option Two removed those constraints. It replaced them with uncertainty.

If he chose security, he might protect himself in the short term. If he chose isolation, he might secure a future for his entire race.

Safety versus potential. The known versus the unknown. A slow climb versus a dangerous leap.

He thought about his planet. His race. The trial they faced. If they passed, when they passed, they would all end up here eventually. In this killing field.

Someone needed to prepare the way. Someone needed to claim territory, build foundations, create a home before humanity arrived.

Why not him?

"Option two," Alex muttered.

Fiona studied him for a long moment. Something flickered in her ancient eyes, respect? Fear? Alex couldn’t tell.

"Very well, human. You already have the highest universal level talent. If you want to upgrade it, you will have to surpass the universal limit first." She raised her hand. "Goodbye, little one. Try to survive."

She waved.

The white room vanished.

The moment Alex disappeared from the place. As soon as he was vanished, Fiona collapsed on the floor.

Her perfect pixie form flickered like a dying candle. Sweat beaded on her forehead, impossible for her kind. She clutched her chest, gasping, trembling, terrified.

"Fiona!"

Her mother appeared instantly, concern replacing her usual calm. Behind her, more pixies materialized, sisters, aunts, elders, all drawn by something they couldn’t name.

"Mom... Mom, I..." Fiona couldn’t form words. She pointed at the space where Alex had stood. "He... his soul... I touched it..."

The older pixie’s expression shifted. She knelt and placed a hand on Fiona’s head, reading her memories.

A moment later, her face went pale.

"Absolute reality potential," she whispered. "In a universe-born."

The other pixies gasped. Several stepped back instinctively.

"If he had sensed what I really am..." Fiona sobbed. "If they find out I touched his soul without permission... Mom, I could feel it. Beneath his weakness, beneath his fear, something vast is lying. Like staring into the abyss and realizing the abyss is staring back."

Her mother pulled her close, hiding her own trembling hands.

"You passed your trial, daughter. You did well." She stroked Fiona’s hair. "And now we pray."

"Pray for what?"

The older pixie looked at the empty space with ancient, fearful eyes.

"That human dies quickly in the sanctuary. Because if he survives... if he grows..." She swallowed. "The balance of the Absolute Realities may shift."

Fiona’s sobs grew louder.

"Shh." Her mother held her tighter. "Shh. Whatever happens now is beyond us. We are pixies. We observe and we record. But we do not interfere."

Around them, the other pixies bowed their heads in silent prayer, to what, even they couldn’t say.

.....

Alex hit the ground hard.

He stood alone in a vast mountain range. Peaks stretched in every direction, their tips lost in clouds the color of bruised fruit. The sky above was wrong, not blue, not black, but a deep violet shot through with veins of gold. Two suns hung there, one red and dying, one white and blazing.

[ Ding! Host has arrived in an absolute reality. ]

The system notification flashed in his vision. Alex almost cried with relief. He was going through a mental breakdown.

[ Ding! The will of the absolute reality is trying to bind with the host’s soul. ]

Something vast pressed against his consciousness, not hostile, not gentle, just present.

[ Ding! Foreign entity attempting soul binding... ]

[ Ding! Foreign entity authority level: ABSOLUTE REALITY ]

[ Ding! System authority level: ████████ ]

[ Ding! Comparison complete... ]

[ Ding! FOREIGN ENTITY ACCESS DENIED ]

[ Ding! System has asserted dominance over an Absolute Reality authority ]

[ Warning: This action has been noticed by entities beyond your comprehension ]

[ Initiating emergency evolution to protect host... ]

[ Required time: 1 day ]

[ Ding! Survive for 1 day, and you will gain an absolute reality rank talent. ]

Alex’s eyes widened.

His system had just told an Absolute Reality to get lost. And won. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

What the hell was his system?

Before he could process, before he could breathe, before he could even think about hiding,

"Rooooarrr! "

The sound wasn’t a roar. It was an apocalyptic sound. Mountains trembled. The violet sky cracked. Alex’s soul tried to flee his body without permission.

He turned behind.

A hydra stood behind him, nine heads rising like skyscrapers, each one large enough to swallow buildings whole. Though it’s size wasn’t that massive, as he heard about monters of similar size or bigger, but the main issue was it’s aura.

[ Name: Girodah ]

[ Talent: Annihilation Ray (Primordial) ]

[ Rank: Level 9 Galactic Realm ]

[ Note: He is the king of this mountain range. His talent can annihilate matter itself. ]

Alex didn’t move from his place. He Couldn’t move.

Alex’s space sovereign talent screamed. He poured every drop of his cultivation into it.

And at his life and death situation, his talent didn’t fail him. Space warped around him.

Crack.

The hydra’s eyes widened. Genuine surprise, as if a mouse had suddenly bitten through steel.

"You "

But before he could say anything, Alex vanished from his place.

Behind him, a white light erupted from one of the mouth of the hydra.

The light passed through the place where Alex was standing a moment ago.

As the light passed through the huge forest, the trees simed from it’s path.No explosion. No sound. Just... nothing. A perfect sphere of absolute absence, where reality had been deleted and not yet remembered to return.

Then the void healed itself, reality snapping back into place like a rubber band.

The hydra roared, nine voices merging into one sound of pure frustration. It never realised a prey that weak would run away from it’s clutch.

Alex couldn’t hear it anymore.

He was somewhere else, a cave, maybe, or a crevice in some mountain he hadn’t seen. Snow surrounded him. He didn’t remember teleporting. Didn’t remember landing. Didn’t remember anything except run run run run run

Then he laughed out loudly.

Then he cried.

Then he laughed again, hysterical, because he was alive. Against a creature that could delete matter from existence, against something that had probably watched his great-great-grandparents’ great-great-grandparents be born and die, against a divine being.

He was alive.

"One day," Alex whispered to the empty cave, his voice cracking. "I just need to survive one day."

It was a good thing that the creatures of the sanctuary couldn’t use divine sense even if they were god like existences. It was a little handicap given to the races who came here to fight for their fate.