Episode 3: Renascence: The Rebirth of Another Yorian's Spirit

Episode 3: Renascence – The Rebirth of Another Yorian's Spirit
Burakkuhōru Tamashī Tensei: Kyōju no Tamashī ga Isekai ni Suikomareru III

With Paxeotechastra now orbiting above Quezareth, the capital of Ltiktra, Yorian had the perfect base of operations. This was not just a fortress; it was a masterpiece of engineering, a physical manifestation of his genius amplified by limitless power. This headquarters was divided into three vital sections:

First, the Accelerator Ring.
Located at a radius of 25,000 KM from the main part of the headquarters and with a thickness of 5,000 KM, this colossal ring was the heart of its energy. Here, cosmic energy—antimatter, ordinary matter, radiation, plasma, and all forms of energy—was captured and processed into usable resources. The ring could connect to the main headquarters wirelessly or via main cables extending from the central pyramid, ensuring an uninterrupted flow of energy.
“Honestly, it’s a relief,” Yorian thought. “I don’t have to exhaust myself transferring quts just to power this entire fortress. I can simply harness what God has already provided.”
Beyond energy generation, the Accelerator Ring possessed another crucial function: the Wormhole Mode. This allowed Paxtorovutra to compress space, creating an Einstein-Rosen Bridge for instantaneous travel across vast cosmic distances.

Second, the Command Pyramid.
This was the core of the headquarters, Yorian’s residence and, eventually, his sibling’s. With a base area of 25,000 km² and a height of 6,000 km, this pyramid was more than just a dwelling; it was the nerve center of Paxtorovutra. Here, all vital tasks were carried out by a sophisticated AI hierarchy. Yorian commanded the Artificial Super Intelligence (ASI), which then delegated orders to the Artificial General Intelligence (AGI) units acting as generals. These AGIs, in turn, commanded the Artificial Narrow Intelligence (ANI) units to execute vital functions, such as managing energy (both electrical and quts), overseeing ship maintenance (assisted by advanced robot forces), and operating monitoring stations that constantly observed internal and external conditions.
“I didn’t expect it to be this massive,” Yorian admitted. “Running an ASI with all its subordinates required far more than I imagined. The servers and power demands alone were overwhelming. To keep the whole place from overheating, I installed entire pipelines circulating cryogenic liquid, constantly cooled by the freezing vacuum outside. In short, space itself became my radiator. Otherwise, the heat would be unbearable.”
Additionally, this pyramid served as his research hub, a place where knowledge from Kaishi University and his previous world met the wonders of Aelonisova. The uppermost part of this headquarters was a sprawling transparent dome, an empty space where he and his sibling often visited. In the center of the dome, a giant banyan tree grew from a vast expanse of lush grass he had meticulously created to mimic the familiar landscapes of Earth. Though the roots were nourished by this artificial soil, hidden needles provided precise nutrients to ensure its continued growth and vitality.

Third, the Military Pyramid.
With the same base area of 25,000 km², but a height reaching 10,000 km, this section was the ultimate arsenal. Here, various advanced fighter jets, modern weapons, magical runes, and combat formations were prepared. The ASI also commanded the AGI generals in this section, who then directed the ANI units to deploy and manage all combat assets.
“If anyone’s foolish enough to pick a fight with me,” Yorian smirked, “this system can summon an entire army—or, if necessary, unleash a single shot capable of obliterating a solar system. Of course, I’d never use it recklessly… but it’s good insurance.”

With this headquarters, Yorian could finally embark on his most important project: bringing back the Original Yorian (the soul he absorbed upon reincarnation) into physical existence. He felt a strange burden of guilt whenever he thought of him, the soul he displaced for his own existence in this world. He was a piece of this world that Yorian had forced into himself, and he felt responsible for giving him a second chance.

However, he could not simply modify a soul or imbue it with magical attributes on his own. Such power was exclusive to the owner of a given dominion zone—in this universe, that was Demon King Sova. As Yorian was still merely Level 30, modifying a soul himself was impossible. This meant he needed to go to Sova's base, a journey of unfathomable distance by ordinary means. Fortunately, Paxeotechastra's Accelerator Ring, utilizing its Wormhole Mode, allowed for near-instantaneous travel.

The journey through the wormhole ended in a place unlike anything Yorian had ever seen. Before him stretched the domain of Sova—the Demon King’s throne world, suspended in eternal opposition to the galactic core.

Here, reality itself bent around a blinding white hole. Unlike the consuming darkness of its counterpart, this phenomenon spewed forth torrents of light and matter, pouring endless streams of primordial energy into the void. The radiance was not warm, but cold—an overwhelming brilliance that felt both ancient and alien.

For Yorian, time felt strangely steady within the dominion. His steps fell one after another at a natural rhythm, his heartbeat calm and unbroken. Yet, when he turned to glance back toward the wormhole he had entered through, his breath caught—outside, everything moved unbearably slow. Stars that should flicker in moments hung frozen like cold embers. Waves of light stretched sluggishly, crawling across the void. From his vantage, the entire universe beyond the white hole seemed trapped in slow motion, as if eternity itself were staggering behind him.

This was the paradox of the white hole: inside, time flowed as though untouched. Outside, however, the cosmos dragged like a dying heartbeat, powerless before the dominion’s reversal of natural law.

It was no wonder Sova had chosen this place as his dominion. No enemy could hope to measure up against a king who ruled where time itself bent to his will. And from the white hole poured something else—streams of raw, unshaped Quts, a wellspring of power that could never be depleted. It was the source of his dominion’s strength, the lifeblood of every machine, rune, and soldier under his command.

At the very edge of the realm, vast structures hung in orbit like titanic chains, tethering the world to stability. Each one glowed with runes older than stars, inscribed by Sova himself to prevent the realm from dissolving into chaos. The air was thin, metallic, charged with static that prickled against the skin. Gravity pulled in strange directions, sometimes sideways, sometimes upward, a reminder that the very laws of physics bowed before the master of this place.

When Yorian set foot in the citadel carved from obsidian and white crystal, he felt the pressure of an ancient will pressing down on him. It was not merely physical weight; it was the crushing awareness that every second he lingered here, the universe outside was racing further away.

And then he heard it—the voice of Sova, echoing from within the blinding radiance.

“Why have you come to disturb my dominion of timeless light, Yorian?”

"Respected Demon King Sova," Yorian greeted him with reverence.

"Why have you come?" Sova asked, his eyes sharp, a hint of suspicion in his ancient voice.

"I need you to grant six magical attributes," Yorian said.

Sova's gaze intensified. "You already possess everything I gave you. Do you not wish to be my heir? This is a path of ultimate power, Yorian. Why divert your focus to another soul?" He probed, clearly still intent on securing him as his successor.

"This isn't for me. It's for Yorian, the soul that once inhabited my body," Yorian clarified, sensing his reluctance. "I cannot modify a soul on my own; only a being of your dominion can."

He leaned forward, a dark mist swirling around him. "So you want him to become like you? Will he oppose me? Your previous actions, Yorian, have already caused significant ripples. Are you sure this is not another one of your reckless experiments?"

"I don't seek conflict. War between us would devastate Aelonisova," Yorian stated firmly, meeting his gaze. "This is a matter of... balance. A debt I feel I must repay."

Sova studied him for a long moment, his ancient mind weighing his words. Finally, a sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped him. "Very well, hand over Yorian. Your persistence is... intriguing."

With caution, Yorian summoned the other soul, ready to defend it should Sova betray him.

"This infant’s soul is capable of housing six attributes, much like your own," Sova observed, his tone now analytical. "Do you want to downgrade the four fundamental attributes to basic ones?"

"If Darkness and Light are the rare ones, which four basics will you assign?" Yorian asked.

"Very well, take this."

A brilliant formation manifested—filled with six elemental forces: Darkness, Light, Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. Yorian's soul hovered at the center, beginning its transformation.

"What’s happening?" the soul asked, confused.

A column of light surged upward.

"AAAAHHHHH!" he screamed as his essence was reshaped.

Eventually, the light faded.

"Yorian, are you alright?" the professor asked.

"Dad...?" the soul mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Dad, dad... jwruhdhqrwe..."

Yorian couldn't make sense of his words.

"He’s lost his memory," Sova explained. "You must teach him everything from the start."

"Alright. Yorian, I'll upload my knowledge—"

"Are you mad?" Sova interrupted, a rare hint of exasperation in his voice. "His brain can only handle 2 petabytes of data. Your memories exceed 20 petabytes!"

"Wait, seriously?" Yorian was stunned.

"Your neural capacity expanded to 1 exabyte after surviving the Rotating Ultramassive Black Hole YHM. That’s over 500 times more than a normal human," Sova said.

"No wonder I remember everything from ages 1 to 100..."

"Prof. Dr. H. Yusuf Haidar Munir Bin Arya Prabowo S.pd, M.Sc...?" Sova muttered in disbelief.

Yorian returned to Paxeotechastra with the newly-awakened soul. He began teaching him English and Latratrava, the continental language of Aerca.

"Nava vlovara shi loeshinzang." (Translation: "This is the loeshinzang flower.")

"Shi tva vava?" (Translation: "What is this, Dad?")

"Shi nva tva vada masha kirtola." (Translation: "This is a control machine.")

After teaching him the basics, it was time to forge a new body for Yorian.

"System."

"Yes, Captain. How may I assist?"

"Create a human body."

"Specify: strong or weak, male or female, etc."

Once Yorian gave the specs, the System responded: "Required materials: 10,000 quts, 5 liters of blood, 206 level-5 bones, 6 magical attributes, and a soul."

"I already have the soul and attributes. I can convert electricity into quts from the accelerator ring. There’s one million quts stored in the batteries. Blood and bones can be fabricated. Proceed."

The System began the construction, meticulously following his genetic blueprint.

The reconstruction process was complex, requiring immense precision and quts energy. Yorian had to work with the System carefully, ensuring every detail was perfect.

First, the bone arrangement. Using his Gravity and Strong Nuclear attributes, he compacted cosmic matter and quts, forming a sturdy bone framework, resembling human biological structure but with extraordinary density and strength.

Second, the arrangement of blood and quts meridians. This was a crucial part. Using his Electromagnetism attribute, he mapped and formed delicate energy pathways throughout the skeleton, ensuring optimal blood and quts circulation. Every pathway had to be perfect to sustain a soul.

Third, the blood fusion. Yorian genetically engineered blood, fusing his DNA (which largely still reflected Professor YHM) with 99% similar DNA from Ariana, his old childhood companion who died at age 8. Combined with some genetic material from the Va tribe, the result was a unique biological blueprint, merging the strength and heritage of two worlds.

Fourth, the formation of cells, tissues, organs, and organ systems. With microscopic precision, using his Weak Nuclear and Light attributes, he began to fill the framework with living cells, tissues, and vital organs. Every cell was perfectly crafted, every organ functioned harmoniously, forming a complete biological system ready to house a soul.

Fifth, the enclosure with skin. Using his Darkness and Light attributes to form a protective layer, he created smooth and perfect skin, covering the entire biological structure.

The longest and most intensive process was the soul integration. This is the core of "Renascence." Using almost the entire quts and electrical capacity of Paxeotechastra, Yorian slowly drew and placed the Original Yorian's soul back into this new body. Energy surged around him, the machines in Paxeotechastra hummed tensely, but he kept pushing. This was the point where he was fortunate to have Paxeotechastra's seemingly limitless resources; without it, this process would have been impossible. The soul churned, confused, but slowly began to settle into its new vessel.

Soon after: "It is done."

A magical formation sparked, merging the soul with the newly-constructed body.

"Wait... a girl? I asked for a boy."

"Apologies, Captain. The gender misassignment cannot be reversed without Level 100 access," the System replied. "It appears that during the genetic sequencing, an excess of X chromosomes was introduced, leading to this outcome. My apologies for the oversight."

"Oh... right," Yorian mumbled, realizing it was partly his own fault.

After the exhausting process of the soul integration and the creation of a new body, Yorian (the Professor) stood in the Command Pyramid of Paxeotechastra, gazing at his masterpiece: the small girl resting on the artificial green grass beneath the banyan tree he had meticulously brought to life.

Though his initial intention was to create a male body for the soul he displaced, Yorian accepted the final, unforeseen outcome. This was fate, and now, his responsibility. He meticulously scanned the tiny body, running a comprehensive diagnostic at the genetic and magical levels.

The scan results confirmed what he saw:

1. Va (Demon) Heritage: On the little girl's head, precisely in the temple area between the Temporal and Parietal bones on both the left and right sides where the hair met the scalp, were two miniature protuberances. These protuberances had a white base with a thin golden spiral line wrapped around them. This was the successful genetic incorporation of the Va Tribe (Demon) heritage, directly correlating with her immense magical power. The protuberances signified potential, but were still very small and inconspicuous

2. Ra (Elf) Mystery: However, there was another physical trait he had absolutely not planned: soft, long white hair. White hair was a genetic hallmark of the Ra Tribe (Elf).

   • Could it be that her having the elemental attributes caused a genetic mutation? Yorian mused to himself, his Exabyte-capacity brain swiftly analyzing the data, searching for a correlation between the elemental forces (Fire, Water, Air, Earth) and the Ra genes. A profound mutation must have occurred during the creation process.

Yorian stared at the white hair. His mind drifted, forcing him to remember a bitter past. He was reminded of the eight-year-old girl, Ariana Grace, his only friend who had sacrificed herself for him (Suf).

It’s no mistake. The genetics of Ariana are also incorporated... but... ah! Yorian thought. This was not just a clone; it was a soul re-incarnate that now carried his physical legacy (Professor YHM), the Demon heritage (Va), the unexpected Elf traits (Ra), and the emotional memory of his dearest friend (Ariana).

He forced himself to focus. He swore he would protect this girl, no matter what. He would redeem his past sins through this new life.

Yorian finally decided to give her a name that encapsulated her lineage and destiny:

• Ariana: Taken from his cherished friend, Ariana Grace, who was a symbol of redemption and kindness in Yorian's dark past.

• Slyphina: Derived from the language of the Ra Tribe (Elf), meaning a soul or spirit that is logical, critical, and careful. This reflected the Professor's intellect that she had inherited.

• Novistri: Derived from the language of the Va Tribe (Demon), meaning the 14th Demon Empress. This name symbolized the great power of a female supreme leader and affirmed her potent destiny in this new world.

Yorian smiled softly. Given the complexity of his creation, the name felt perfectly fitting and deeply meaningful.

"Alright, your name is now Ariana Slyphina Novistri. Welcome to your new home. I will protect you with all my love and care," Yorian promised, a sincere vow rarely uttered by him, etched into the silent air of Paxeotechastra.

To be continued...