Chapter 75: Awakening [1]The sight Kaiser beheld in the enveloping darkness was nothing short of extraordinary. He could discern in an instant that it was something divine, something even he, the very one who had forged this world within the solitude of his dim room, knew nothing about.

    The thread’s radiant presence appeared to pierce through the gloom of the astral plane. Not only the darkness, but even the distant glimmers of starlight seemed to evade it — though, paradoxically, they could not.

    Fate, magic, history, life, death: all this and more was what Kai could perceive. It was breathtaking, yet simultaneously eerie and haunting.

    The threads churned within the darkness, an infinite nexus of power, life, and death... Kai could not help but be awestruck by the spectacle before him.

    "Beautiful," Kaiser uttered. No... to him, they were more than just beautiful. They were the most exquisite things he had ever seen, the most magnificent colors he had ever perceived.

    And yet, they were also the most terrifying. He instinctively knew he could not approach them. Simply gazing upon them from a distance made his soul feel as though it was disintegrating.

    After some time, he exhaled.

    Weaving was far more profound than he had anticipated, something beyond his imagination. If this was the bloodline he bore, then the path ahead was long before he could rightfully be called the Weaver of Life.

    Kaiser then smiled. ’At least I have gained something.’

    Even though he couldn’t quite grasp why, he had come to understand the first step — the initial stage of weaving.

    The layers of the soul; this was the reason his soul endured even after death. And only when he comprehended his soul and the celestial code bound to it would he be able to return to life.

    Sitting cross-legged in midair, he attempted to gather mana within his core, only to realize he lacked one. Yet, he could still sense his connection to the threads.

    Not to the extent of controlling of all them. Still, he could distinguish their colors and identify the thread tied to him.

    Unlike the other threads that floated aimlessly through the astral realm as if interwoven with it, his bore no color. Instead, it was transparent.

    A hue capable of blending with all forms of mana in the surroundings. Yet his threads were not alone.

    Countless other threads stretched toward different destinations, intertwined with his, threads of mana coiling around him.

    Some threads were snapping; others grew ever brighter.

    Focusing on his own, he began to gradually guide it, linking it to numerous mana particles, imbuing it with life and color. Afterward, he began searching for the final thread his was connected to.

    ’This must be it,’ Grasping the thread as firmly as he could, Kai pulled, moving toward it as a radiant light engulfed him.

    Ding!

    [User’s understanding of weaving has significantly increased]

    [User has traced one of his sources—]

    Ding!

    [The King of the Kingless World who became the Demon King of Salvation has answered your call]

    [The One Who Bends Over, Overseer of the Universe, has answered your call]

    [Extra7, who is not the Black Lotus, has answered your call]

    "What?"

    Kai’s eyes widened within the blinding white light. He could feel his body again, it felt alien, yet strangely familiar.

    Before him stood three expressionless individuals, each with black hair and an average height and build.

    Kai didn’t hesitate. The moment he saw one of them move, he summoned ice shards and launched them instantly.

    His intention had been to use the threads to trace his way back to the world of the living by linking them to Deerheart. But the system had just mentioned something about one of his origins.

    As the smoke cleared from his attack, he saw the three figures still standing, unshaken, as though his assault was no more bothersome than a passing breeze.

    The one in the center, donned in a white overcoat with hands tucked into his pockets, smiled as the blankness on his face gave way to definition, revealing pale skin, black eyes, and an otherwise average appearance.

    "That was entertaining... Seems you’re not entirely weak," he said with a soft voice, which was also familiar in tone. As he spoke, the other two revealed their faces, both with striking blue eyes.

    Then, they too smiled at him.

    One of them, whose eyes were a normal blue, studied Kai intently. "He’s strong. Stronger than we were, at least."

    The other, with ocean-blue eyes, nodded. "What bothers me is his face. Why doesn’t he have an average face or black hair like us?"

    "Who the hell are you?" Kai demanded, but they didn’t answer. Their forms began to fade.

    Kai lunged toward them. He needed to know who they were, how they were connected to him.

    He couldn’t grasp much, but he knew they were leaving, and he needed answers.

    What was transmigration? Who were the Weavers? How were they created? Why him, out of all the authors in the world?

    Kaiser clenched his teeth and shouted, letting raw desire shape his words. "Who are you?"

    The question left his mouth before he even realized it. The man at the center then spoke, not in the strange tongue they were speaking in, but in Korean. "We are those who came before you." He paused as their silhouettes gradually vanished. "But stand tall, kid. You are strong... At least way better than us during this phase of life."

    Kai’s head spun as the world around him began to collapse, the floor beneath him fracturing.

    But at the final edge of the crumbling white expanse was a single thin thread. Kai lunged forward and seized it, the memories of Deerheart he had known as its author flooding his mind.

    His hands trembled, but he forcefully dismissed the surplus thoughts and focused.

    He began weaving his transparent threads around himself, channeling mana into them, reshaping his soul and body as a white cocoon encased him.

    Thread by thread, his body reformed — bones, muscles, flesh, and every fiber of his being mending and reconstructing.

    He couldn’t help but feel the elixir he had consumed had become redundant.

    Yet within him, he sensed strength awakening.

    The saints he had presumed dead began to stir within the void, slowly weaving themselves like cocoons wrapped in white silk.

    His entire being blazed with newfound power.

    It was time to awaken — yet even as Kai tried to control the threads, they refused to yield to his will, instead, they acted on their own accord, or perhaps according to what he had originally intended them to do. But that wasn’t enough.

    He needed to control them, all of them. Every single thread bound to his very essence, each one tied to his soul, the countless strands that represented mana from different elements.

    Closing his eyes tightly, Kai began to perceive what he had previously overlooked: a central substance he couldn’t quite define, resting at the core of his soul, surrounded by countless thin red and golden threads.

    This was, without a doubt, the essence of his combat and life.

    Even though he had to die to understand it, Kai still did. The very reason he fought for.

    [User’s soul is dissipating... Exit astral plane]

    Completely disregarding the system’s warning, Kai began to fill his soul with the thoughts of what his combat truly was.

    An essence meant to both protect and destroy — an essence of adventure, of someone who, to some extent, was still an Earthling.

    An essence filled with joy, pain, and the full spectrum of emotion.

    What he wanted most wasn’t merely to survive, but to complete his story.

    The threads seemed to snap at the ends and began spiraling within him. He didn’t know how he was doing it, but through sheer will, he began to move the threads, and reconstruct his body and soul weaving mana into them. Sear?h the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    He smiled then muttered, "I did it."

    The system was perplexed by his tone, even amidst the chaos. Then, the same system that had never asked a single question, as if possessed by something else, inquired:

    [What?]

    Kai, overwhelmed by the joy of his breakthrough, answered, "I controlled it... the threads I can finally move them."

    He exhaled deeply as his body erupted like a supernova, obliterating the surrounding darkness and bringing light into the world.

    The astral barrier shattered into fragments of light as his soul made its way back into his body.

    Threads slithered like serpents, encircling his true body, as Deerheart’s eyes widened, nearly bursting from their sockets.

    The figure who was once dead now stood before him, his skin radiant like the sun, flawless alabaster without a single deformity.

    His shadows, and the light within Deerheart’s orb, danced with joy as the figure’s eyes slowly opened, the threads around him fading.

    Deerheart didn’t know what to do at that moment. The figure’s gaze was locked on him, his legs trembled almost giving out.

    Kaiser was no longer dead, he then drew in a deep breath, and as his lungs filled, the system, now sounding oddly British chimed in his head.

    [Welcome back, Master Vanguard... Oh forgive me, that title no longer suits you. King Kaiser Vanguard]