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I paused for a moment, as if sifting through memories, then slowly began to speak:

"I grew up in a place no one wants to remember. A place full of deceit, where the weak have no right to exist. There, I learned one thing: if I wanted to survive, I had to be stronger, more ruthless, and smarter than everyone else. I did things no child should do, saw things no one should ever see."

I glanced at her, but her expression remained unchanged. I continued:

"And then, one day, I decided to leave. Not because I hated that place—but because I knew I couldn’t stay trapped in a tiny cage forever. I needed more than that. I needed to understand this world, to search for something truly meaningful."

I stopped, giving her a moment to digest my words. Then I smirked, moving on to the second part.

—"So why am I still here?" I slowly sat up straighter, my gaze deepening. "Have you ever asked yourself how you're different from everyone else?"

The woman frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"

I tilted my head, a mysterious smile forming on my lips.
"Your soul… it's not like others. It holds something rare—Time and Space."

She froze. I knew I had just touched on something she'd never considered—or maybe never realized.

"And that," I said slowly, "is the reason I haven't left."

I asked Syx, my voice lowering:

"Is there a way to absorb part of a soul—just enough to extract the Time-Space attribute, without killing the host?"

Syx was silent for a moment, then responded, calm as always:

"There is. But it requires precision. The soul is not a static entity—it’s a continuous flow. If you want to extract a part of its attribute without destroying the whole, you need a precise method of intervention—like micro-surgery on a living entity."

I frowned. "Specifically, how?"

Syx continued:

"There are two main methods:

1. Soul Pact: If you can get the other person to accept a binding contract, you can slowly extract their attribute without harming their core soul. However, this requires either consent or a forced mechanism that prevents resistance.

2. Separation and Assimilation: Use a direct intervention technique to separate the attribute from the original soul. This method is more complex because if done incorrectly, it could destabilize the soul and lead to unpredictable consequences."

I thought for a moment.

"The second method sounds dangerous."

"Indeed," Syx confirmed. "If not controlled properly, the one being separated could lose consciousness, become soulless, or even vanish entirely."

I smirked.
"So that means I have two options: persuade… or steal, subtly."

Syx said nothing because she knew I understood.

The woman stared at me, eyes filled with cautious suspicion.

"How do you know?" she asked, her voice low.

I knew what she meant—about her Time-Space attribute.

I leaned back in my chair, fingers interlocked, thinking of how to respond. I could lie, and mislead her, but with someone as potentially special as her, maybe the truth was the only thing that could truly shake her.

I looked straight into her eyes.

"Because I can feel it," I said. "Your soul is different. It’s not like ordinary souls."

She frowned.
"You're talking nonsense."

I gave a faint smile.
"Maybe you haven’t realized it, but every soul has its own unique imprint. Some people are born with special attributes—fire, darkness, light… and you, Time-Space."

She still didn’t fully believe me. Understandable. Normal people don’t think of souls like that.

I shrugged.
"Have you ever felt that time around you behaves strangely at moments? Like it slows down or speeds up just a little?"

She went silent, her eyes wavering. I knew I’d just touched on something she had never dared acknowledge.

I looked at her, considering my options. If I got her to sign a pact, the Time-Space attribute would awaken on its own. And then she would realize I hadn’t lied.

But that also meant she’d know I had deceived her.

I took a breath, then smiled naturally.
"You don’t have to believe me right away," I said. "But there’s a way to verify it."

She frowned. "How?"

I raised my hand, a faint energy drifting between my fingers. Not too powerful, but enough to form a simple enchantment. It looked mystical, but it was just a soul-thread—if I could trick her into linking her soul with it, that would be enough.

"A test pact," I explained. "It’ll temporarily link our souls. If I’m lying, it will react instantly. But if I’m right…"

I paused, letting her reflect.

"…then you’ll feel your true power."

I could see her hesitating. Part of her doubted me, but another part was drawn to the possibility—that what I said could be real.

Finally, she slowly nodded. "Alright. But if you try anything—"

"I won’t." I cut her off, still wearing that calm smile.

And so, I began to carve the pact. A temporary link, but enough to open a door she could never close again.

When the pact was completed, an invisible thread formed between her and me. I could clearly sense the flow of her soul—it was more complex than I had imagined, like a rushing river, filled with irregular pulses in time and space.

She blinked, slightly startled as she felt the change within her. That was the sign of awakening. But before she could fully grasp it, I acted.

I controlled the soul-link, skillfully guiding her energy into my own soul. Not too aggressive, not too soft—just enough to extract 51% of her spiritual essence and claim the Time-Space attribute without causing immediate harm.

That feeling… was incredible.

The Time-Space energy surged into me, and the world around me seemed to slow down for a brief moment. Vague images flashed through my mind—fractured moments of time, voids that ordinary people couldn’t perceive. I could feel each shift in reality, like I had stepped a foot into the indeterminate.

But at the same time, I saw her falter. She shivered, her eyes wide as she realized part of her power was disappearing.

"What… did you do?" Her voice trembled, laced with horror.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the new power coursing through me. Looking at her, I calmly replied:

"Lightened your burden a bit."

And silently thought—if it weren’t for so many complications, I might have planned to kill her and take it all.

She staggered, her vision blurring before her body collapsed. I looked at her for a while, emotionless.

The sudden loss of more than half her soul’s attribute had weakened her, making her lose consciousness. But she wasn’t dead—just exhausted, her soul too shaken to stay awake.

I turned and walked out of the house.

Outside, the sky was still dim, the air chilly. Everything around me remained the same, but I was different. I could feel time slowing in every subtle motion, every breeze passing by.

Time and Space.

I had claimed it.

Without looking back, I walked on, disappearing into the morning breeze mist.