Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher
Chapter 14: Rebirth of Form

Chapter 14: Rebirth of Form

The blade of Null faded from his hand, dissolving without resistance.

No aftershock. No heat. No drain.

Just... silence.

And yet, that brief cut had told him more than any training session before. It wasn’t about power.

It was about alignment.

This energy—Null—didn’t require force. It didn’t demand control.

It responded to understanding.

He stepped forward into the center of the chamber.

"Computer," he said calmly. "Increase target density. Simulate complex resistances—material hardening, layered energy compression, and exotic force interactions."

[Confirmed. Initializing advanced durability sequence.]

Multiple dummies emerged from the far wall this time—some glowing with metal protection, others covered in crystalline armor or pulsing with reinforced energy fields.

Zane lifted his hand again. The grey shimmer of Null gathered quietly, effortlessly—like calling air into his lungs.

He didn’t push it outward. He didn’t command it.

He simply intended.

A spear of grey formed mid-air, spinning once before locking to his palm.

He hurled it.

No flash. No thunderclap.

The first dummy didn’t even have time to register contact.

It was cleaved in half—clean, silent, instant.

The second shattered from the inside.

The third collapsed, its internal circuitry sparking violently before going still.

Null didn’t explode.

It unwound.

As if it bypassed structure itself—recognizing it, understanding it... then dissolving it from within.

Zane’s expression didn’t change. But his eyes sharpened.

He created a wall of Null this time—flat, translucent, humming softly.

Then, with a flick, he shifted it into a net. A whip. A spiral disc. A wave.

Every transformation was seamless.

Every command felt more like a suggestion to the energy—and the energy agreed.

"This is different," he muttered. "This isn’t casting or channeling..."

He raised both hands. Two spheres of Null floated to his sides.

He shaped one into a sword. The other into flame. Then into chains. Then into pure kinetic force.

And all the while—it never destabilized. Never resisted.

The energy was fluid thought.

Not molded through effort, but expressed through meaning.

He exhaled slowly, letting the constructs vanish.

The chamber fell silent again.

But not his mind.

His thoughts stirred.

He had tested Null in form. He had used it as blade, shield, chain, and flame. But all of it... was still application. Techniques.

Tricks.

"I’m still thinking like I did with other energies," he murmured, eyes narrowing. "Shaping it. Bending it."

He turned and paced slowly, grey light drifting behind his steps.

"But what is it... truly?"

He stopped.

"Null doesn’t need to become something. It is everything. It’s not about shaping the energy."

His gaze rose toward the dome ceiling.

"It’s about shaping... me."

That’s when it clicked.

A pulse rippled inside his soul—not like the ones from before. This was different. It didn’t feel like power gained. It felt like a wall crumbling.

His body—still light, still energy—shuddered softly. Not in pain. In release.

He staggered back a step.

All around him, the air responded. Not with wind. Not with pressure. But with... recognition.

The island didn’t tremble. It breathed.

Zane’s aura didn’t grow brighter. It grew clearer.

The Null inside him wasn’t just obeying now—it was resonating. Syncing.

Melding with his will, his identity, his understanding.

"That’s it," he whispered.

The moment the words left his mouth, his body began to glow.

Soft at first. Then brighter. Brighter.

A radiance unlike anything before. Pure, intense, overwhelming.

The island trembled.

Not subtly.

This time, it quaked—sky cracking in pulses, ground humming with raw resonance. The dome above flickered, trying to stabilize the shift.

And then—Null moved.

The grey energy swirled around his form like a cyclone of meaning and silence, wrapping tighter, faster.

His ethereal body—humanoid, glowing—started to shift.

The glow dimmed at the edges... revealing bone.

A skeleton.

First his chest, then arms, legs, spine—pure white bone forged from energy and consciousness.

And as he hovered mid-air, his glow was sucked inward, collapsing into the skeletal frame.

He looked down.

He was bone.

Not lifeless—but not yet alive.

Then, Null surged again—flooding the frame.

Grey wrapped over white, and with it came shape.

Gross. Raw. Alive.

Muscle coiled around bone, twitching unnaturally. Tendons formed. Organs pulsed into existence. His heart beat for the first time.

He gasped—though there were no lungs yet.

It was grotesque, primal—creation without elegance.

Then, Null flooded him again.

And this time... skin.

Taut and pale at first, then flush with tone and color. Hair spread like ink, spilling down his shoulders in untamed black waves.

Flesh completed.

He dropped to one knee, breathing heavy, steam rising from his back.

Kneeling like a knight. Alive. Solid. Real.

He stared at his hands, flexing fingers of flesh for the first time in what felt like eternity.

Then slowly—he stood.

A slow grin touched his lips.

"...This is nostalgic."

His voice.

It sounded right now.

Not an echo. Not a presence. Just... human.

He looked up. "Computer."

[Online.]

"Have one of the androids bring me a mirror."

[Affirmative.]

A door hissed open in the far wall. A bipedal bot rolled forward, holding a tall standing mirror.

He approached it slowly.

And there—he saw himself.

Tall. Lean, but muscular—balanced. Frame built more for motion than intimidation.

Extreme black hair spilled behind him, jagged and untamed.

And those eyes.

Crimson. Deep, burning.

He stared into them. Familiar. Intense.

"...I’ve always been more of a fan of purple eyes."

As if responding to instinct alone, the crimson flickered—

—and shifted.

His eyes turned violet. Regal. Sharp. Otherworldly.

He blinked once. Nodded to himself.

"So... this body adapts."

Perfect.

He stepped back, arms crossed, bare-chested and dripping with residual steam.

A new outfit formed as he willed it—basic black pants, a form-fitting shirt, light armor plating across the shoulders and wrists. Nothing flashy. Functional. Clean.

He took a breath. A real one.

"Now then..."

He smirked.

"...time to test all the things I couldn’t before."

His eyes gleamed, and Null shimmered faintly around his skin like a second pulse.

The real testing had just begun.