Episode 2: Spiral Attributes: The Great Conflict Begins, And The Birth Of The Paxeotechastra

Episode 2: Spiral Attributes: The Great Conflict Begins, And The Birth of the Paxeotechastra

Burakkuhōru Tamashī Tensei: Kyōju no Tamashī ga Isekai ni Suikomareru II

At that very moment, an infinite surge of quts energy churned within Yorian's body. Since his reincarnation, he had only known that he possessed power, but not its true scale or limits. A simple thought sparked his desire to test this extraordinary strength, to understand the raw scale of the power he now wielded.

With burning determination, Yorian gathered all the quts energy within him, focusing his mind on the vastness of space. He visualized a massive spiral laser piercing the void, aimed directly at the planet Aelonisova. He named it the Ultimate Darkness And Brightness Spiral Attack, or U-DABSA 10240, a name that signified the optimal fusion of 10,240 quts for maximum efficiency. However, thanks to his unique six attributes—especially the Strong Nuclear attribute—the 10,240 quts energy began to multiply, creating a far greater and potentially exponential output. His attributes weren't just efficient; they were self-generating, capable of turning 1 Quts into 6, then redistributing or further amplifying that energy. The power unleashed far exceeded its nominal value. U-DABSA 10240 combined all six of his attributes: powerful atomic fusion from the Strong Nuclear attribute, radioactive decay energy from the Weak Nuclear attribute, electric force from Electromagnetism, gravitational binding energy from Gravity, and the essence of Light and Darkness.

The energy beam descended upon Aelonisova, causing global panic across all the continents of Aercatarelyva. Blinding light mixed with profound darkness filled the skies, shifting into an eerie, reddish hue. A cold wind swept down from the upper atmosphere, freezing nearly every region it touched. The entire world held its breath, gripped by a force they could not comprehend.

In the village, Yorian's adoptive parents watched the changing sky, their eyes wide with terror. "Yorian, stop this madness!" his adoptive father yelled, his voice cracking with fear. "Are you trying to destroy us all?!" his adoptive mother cried, her eyes filled with horror as she watched the power being unleashed by her son. "You fool! You'll wipe out an entire continent!" a warning came from the doctor who had examined him, his face ashen with dread.

Yorian ignored them. To him, this was merely a test. With incredible focus, he absorbed the U-DABSA's power, compressing it into a tangible form—the first-ever Level 11 Pill.

The doctor was stunned as he examined it. He held the pill in his hands as if it were a sacred artifact. "A Level 11 Pill... this is unheard of. It could be worth at least 1 billion Tuqs! If this is real, I can help you sell it."

Yorian considered the offer. "No one else can handle this power but me," he mused, though he knew he would need it to fund his education one day. He then declared, "Alright. 1 Ovazhila 1 Liv 2 Virg (10 Years) from now. Wait for me."

Before the doctor could respond, Yorian teleported his family and himself back home.

His parents, still in shock, couldn't help themselves. They looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and deep confusion. "Yorian Hadmer Monhaw... who are you really? And why did you take our baby's soul?" they asked, their voices trembling.

Yorian chuckled inwardly, though his lips barely managed a babble that resembled words. In his mind, the thought was clear: "It's still me. The demon king merely modified my soul."

His parents, unable to fully understand, felt both fear and a strange reassurance from the child's presence.

But one question gnawed at Yorian's mind. "Why can I speak their language?"

"Because I'm helping you," a voice answered from within—the original soul of the child he had absorbed.

"How...?"

The soul's voice was smug. "I can speak their language thanks to the demon king's blessing, and I can speak yours thanks to your memories. Together, we're a perfect fusion."

"Don't act like you're the reason for everything! The six attributes, the quts—those are my achievements!" A wave of anger surged through Yorian. His old ego as a professor roared. He disliked dependence. He disliked feeling indebted. With his newfound power, he erased the original soul's memories. The process felt like tearing a part of himself away, but he did it. Instantly, his ability to understand this world's language vanished.

He felt a strange emptiness, a burning frustration. He borrowed all his mother's books, determined to learn everything from scratch. He spent that night, his eyes scanning every symbol and letter, his now exabyte-capacity brain working at an unimaginable speed. Every word he saw, every phrase he heard from his parents, was absorbed and analyzed. By morning, though his eyes ached from lack of sleep, he had mastered the basics of Aelonisova's language.

While Yorian returned to his quiet home, far away, the rulers of Aelonisova convened to discuss the catastrophe he had unleashed. In a magnificent hall, its ceiling 50 meters high, supported by golden pillars engraved with ancient runes, representatives from ten major Aehin (empires) and Aehuin (kingdomes) were gathered: Aehuin Usra, Aehuin Isra, Aehin Kontra, Aehuin Lontra, Aehuin Pitra, Aehin Mendra, and the host kingdome, Aehuin Ltiktra.

They had convened for an emergency meeting—an energy surge had nearly annihilated an entire continent within the last hour. The air in the hall was thick with tension, permeated by hidden suspicion and fear. Some delegates wiped sweat from their brows, while others exchanged calculating glances.

Suddenly, the Ran Clan representative from the Aehin Kontra slammed her fist on the table. The resounding thud shattered the oppressive silence. "This was an attack by Sova, wasn't it?!" she accused, pointing at the Ltiktra delegate. Her face was flushed, veins bulging in her neck.

The Que Clan councilor from Ltiktra glared back. "Don't make baseless accusations! The Va Tribe absorbs the souls of this world to power their quts. Why would they destroy their own energy supply?" His voice was sharp, full of defiance.

The Kontra rep didn't back down. "You've been vocal in the past against the current peace. Are you plotting something?"

"Watch your words!" snapped the Ltiktra representative, rising from his seat. "We want peace as much as anyone!"

Chaos erupted as other nations joined in, raising suspicions and shouting over each other. Voices boomed, reflecting the deep-seated fear and distrust among them.

Suddenly, the massive doors of the chamber burst open. A doctor in a white coat ran in, breathless, his face conveying extreme urgency.

"Who are you?! You dare interrupt this council?!" barked the Ying Clan chairman, his voice filled with fury.

The doctor bowed deeply, still panting. "Forgive me. But this is urgent! I bring information regarding the disaster—and the emergence of a Level 11 Pill!"

The hall fell silent. A deafening silence. Every eye was fixed on the doctor, confusion and curiosity clearly etched on their faces.

"A Level 11 Pill?" someone whispered, their voice barely audible.

The doctor introduced himself: Dr. Yordi. "This catastrophe... was caused by a child... only four hours old."

Silence returned. This time, a silence filled with disbelief and absurdity.

Then came the inevitable outburst. "Are you insane?! A four-hour-old infant caused that destruction?!" yelled the Ran Clan's rep, his voice full of anger and mockery.

"I understand your disbelief," Dr. Yordi said calmly, attempting to quell the storm. "But listen—this child has six rare attributes. Not just one."

The room leaned in. Curiosity overcame skepticism.

"Strong Nuclear. Weak Nuclear. Gravity. Electromagnetism. Darkness. Light."

Another silence. Then—

"Impossible! Four of those are fundamental! Only the Va Tribe has such attributes! Is the child one of them?!"

The atmosphere tensed. If true, this child might become the world's greatest threat. Fear of uncontrolled power gripped them.

Dr. Yordi produced a scan, inscribed with runes. It confirmed: 6 ATTRIBUTES CONFIRMED.

The Ran Clan representative stood. "This child resides in your kingdom, Que Clan. Ensure he doesn't become a weapon. Don't let him destroy a continent."

The Que Clan nodded rapidly. "Yes, of course! We recognize his potential, but we swear not to use him for war." Relief washed over the room, though lingering apprehension remained.

As the tension eased, Dr. Yordi smirked. "By the way... the child plans to auction the Level 11 Pill in six Years Earth."

Chaos broke out once again. This time, not from fear, but from excitement and greed.

"A Level 11 Pill?!" "He's going to auction it?!" "This is insane! Prepare the treasury!"

The meeting turned from a political crisis to a bidding war.

Unaware of the turmoil brewing among kings and empires, Yorian's mind turned toward a simpler yet vital concern, a single question remained in Yorian's mind: How could a baby create something that defied the laws of this world?

Yorian thought about the Level 11 Pill he had just created. "I should probably auction this to fund my education. My parents definitely can't afford it." He then considered another option: duplicating the currency Tuq using his Strong Nuclear attribute. With his unique attributes, which only required 1/6th the quts for an effect equivalent to 1 quts for others, he realized the true extent of his wealth-generating power. He calculated:

To create a single sheet of Tuq (which was made of pure gold), he only needed 1/6 Quts. With the 10,000 Quts he possessed, he could immediately create 60,000 Tuqs. However, by leveraging his attributes' ability to exponentially generate more Quts, he aimed for a far grander sum: 6,000,000 Tuqs. One Tuqs was equivalent to 0.5 grams of pure gold. Therefore, 6,000,000 Tuqs translated to 3,000,000 grams of gold, or exactly 3 tons of gold. In Earth's currency, that was equivalent to a staggering 315 million USD.

This was not just a large sum; it was unimaginable wealth. Wealth on a scale that would easily pay for his education and secure his future far beyond any normal means.

"All right then, Yuntanglian," he decided, referring to the Yuntanglian Academy, which offered vast libraries and top-tier magical education. It was the best choice for cultivating his knowledge and power.

It took him six hours to meticulously replicate the Tuqs, focusing his energy and ensuring the quality was indistinguishable from genuine currency.

But gold alone would not protect him. For survival, he needed something far greater—fortress, a sanctuary beyond the reach of kings. He needed a safe place to store this fortune—and to prepare for the conflict this pill had triggered. So he began building a space fortress: a satellite base orbiting Quezareth, the capital of Ltiktra. Its name?

Paxeotechastra.

Projections and calculations were carried out at a speed unimaginable by a normal human brain. Every architectural detail, every energy circuit, every defense system—all were designed with perfect precision. He used his quts, which, though vast for an infant, felt somewhat limited for a project of this magnitude. Every material he needed, from cosmic metals to energy crystals, he fabricated himself, draining a significant portion of his quts reserves. This construction process, though brief for him, was a monumental effort that pushed his energy to its limits. He felt profound exhaustion, but the satisfaction of seeing the projections become reality was his greatest motivation.

To be continued...