The white nothingness persisted for a dizzying moment, just long enough for Elias to wonder if Deus had finally found a new, even more boring afterlife for him.
"Well, that was a quick end to the 'prodigy' phase," he thought with a dry, internal chuckle.
"Barely got started on the immortal testing. Typical."
But then, just as abruptly as it had appeared, the blinding white receded, and his vision snapped back into focus.
He blinked, taking in his surroundings. He was still in the manor's courtyard, still standing. Or rather, laying on his back. The powerful energy that had slammed into him was now receding, a faint, almost invisible ring of shimmering force rippling outwards from its source, electricity crackled on the ground all around.
"So I'm not dead huh? Tch. Dang it." Elias thought as he followed the fading ripples with his eyes until they led him to the girl.
The maid girl, stood a few meters away, her small hand slightly raised, as if she had just lowered it from channeling something. Her eyes, were fixed on him. And in them, Elias clearly read a look of utter disdain. Pure, unadulterated contempt. She wasn't just unimpressed; she seemed to actively dislike him.
Before Elias could process this new, bizarre insult, a familiar voice cut through the air, sharp with alarm and anger. "Brother,What are you doing?!"
Elias turned to see Lady Elara striding quickly into the courtyard, her serene composure shattered. Her blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and her elegant dress bore a faint smudge, as if she had rushed back in haste.
"Oh,yeah,that's where I saw the similar features. Wait brother?" Elias sat up, puzzled.
" What the hell is going on?"
Lady Elara's eyes were fixed on the man, blazing with a fury Elias had rarely seen. It was clear she had returned much earlier than expected, perhaps sensing the very Flow disturbance that had just knocked Elias off his feet.
"Nah,that's too far fetched and would fit into this fantasy B.S a bit too well. She probably rushed over here after hearing a crazy person and a killer maid had come to our house. But brother though…?"
Elara's gaze then swept to Elias, and her anger instantly melted into profound relief and concern.
"Elias! My darling, are you alright?!" She rushed to him, falling to her knees and pulling him into a tight embrace, checking him over frantically. Her hands ran over his face, his arms, searching for any sign of injury.
Elias coughed lightly, still a bit winded from the energy blast.
"I'm… I'm fine, Mother," he managed to croak, leaning into her comforting warmth. He was genuinely unharmed, thanks to his infinite Flow, but playing the part of a startled, slightly dazed child felt appropriate. He still couldn't believe what had just happened. This "tutor" had just attacked him. And the maid girl, his classmate perhaps? Whoever the hell she was,had been the one to do it.
Ethan did not pray for a second chance; he begged for the silence of non-existence. Burdened by a life that had become a relentless grinding wheel of systemic indifference and personal agony, he sought the only exit left to him: the grave. But the universe, in a final, sadistic twist, refused to let him go. He was snatched from the precipice of peace and hurled into a blinding, sterile void, forced to stand before Deus—the self-styled Architect of Worlds. With a gesture of chilling, calculated benevolence, the god cast him back into the cycle of life, discarding his old name and binding his soul to the world of 'Flow'.
'Flow' is not a sanctuary; it is a meat grinder disguised as a civilization. In this realm, existence is a hierarchy carved in blood, enforced by the 'Ladder of Ascension'. Here, destiny is dictated by the twenty-two 'Traits', innate cosmic authorities that grant their wielders dominion over the fundamental fabric of reality—from the cold calculations of Cognitive forces to the raw, entropic hunger of Soulfire. To climb the 'Ladder' is to survive; to stall is to be crushed by those who view the weak as nothing more than fuel for their own ascent. Ethan, now reborn as Elias, quickly discovers that the world of 'Flow' is not an escape from his past—it is merely a more efficient, more brutal version of the same rigged game he tried to flee.
Yet, there is a glitch in the Architect’s perfect design. Buried deep within Elias’s soul lies the 'Anomaly', a power that defies the rigid architecture of the 'Flow' and acts as a virus in the system of the gods. As Elias begins his ascent, he does not fight for honor, or justice, or the salvation of the world.
Note: This book is also being cross-posted on Royal Road under the same title and author name.
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