Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher
Chapter 8: The Breakthrough

Chapter 8: The Breakthrough

"The structure’s complete. Just needs the core," he muttered, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He stood inside a sleek, dome-shaped building on the edge of the expanding island—his lab. It pulsed faintly with white-blue light, humming low like a sleeping giant. Panels, wires, glowing tubes, suspended tools—everything was in its place.

He stepped closer to a towering metallic pillar embedded in the center of the room. At its core was a perfectly carved socket.

He retrieved a shimmering, deep-blue crystal—the refined space ore, Astrosilk. It was duller than he had imagined. Dim, almost tired. Still, it was the only sample of its kind, born from imagination and refined by the systems he’d built with his own hands.

He slotted the crystal into the heart of the machine.

The device lit up faintly. Energy lines traced across the floor. Panels flared alive. The dome vibrated.

He grinned. "Dimensional Conduit Stabilizer online. Commence activation."

The machine hummed louder. A circular platform near the base began to glow.

Then... it flickered.

The hum sputtered.

And then—silence.

He blinked.

"Again," he said sharply.

The system tried. Lights surged. But the same thing happened—no output. No warp.

Nothing.

He frowned. "Why isn’t it stabilizing?"

He quickly checked the structure. There were no flaws. The design was perfect. The principles were sound. The crystal was aligned.

Yet still... nothing.

He pulled the space core out and replaced it with the Pulsite—the refined purple-gray gravity ore.

"Let’s try you instead," he muttered.

The same process. Activation. Power surge. Temporary flicker.

Failure.

"No..."

Finally, he pulled out the Chronolium. The green ore, meant to channel the element of time.

He paused.

"This one should change everything," he said quietly, slotting it into a smaller, sleek frame he had labeled as the Temporal Thread Anchor.

But this time, not even a flicker.

The machine remained as lifeless as stone.

His fingers curled into fists.

"This doesn’t make sense. The structure is flawless. I designed every circuit, every flow. The equations were right. The systems—precise.

So why..."

His voice trailed off.

A strange thought came to him.

He hurried to another table, pulled out a previously unused analyzer tool, and began quickly assembling a device. In minutes, he crafted a scanner—primitive but functional.

He took the space ore. Scanned it.

"Trace essence... near negligible."

Gravity ore. "Low... but present."

Chronolium. "Structure intact. No essence. None."

His expression darkened.

"Wait... then that means..."

He looked up slowly.

"Of course. This world doesn’t have space, time, or gravity. At least not in abundance."

He turned his gaze out the wide panel of the lab. The island stretched far, dotted with buildings and machines. Beyond the edge—pitch black, infinite nothing.

"This place... it’s still nowhere. Only this island exists. Everything else is void. And even here... these concepts only exist because I forced them into being."

He let out a long breath.

Then he laughed—a soft, understanding laugh.

"It’s not the structure that’s failing. It’s the power source. The ore isn’t dense enough. It’s like trying to power a reactor with candlelight.That’s why it won’t work. There’s nothing for it to connect to."

But even that thought led to something deeper.

He paused. Eyes narrowing.

"I imagined the material. It exists. But without enough elemental essence, it’s just... a shell."

He staggered back, staring at the data. A long breath escaped him. Slowly, his mind settled.

And then—

A sharp surge within.

His soulforce pulsed.

His mindforce spiked.

The island around him trembled.

He gripped the table. "This feeling?!!"

It was like a chain snapped somewhere deep inside. He felt... heavier. Fuller. The pressure in his very being compressed and then expanded. He staggered but didn’t fall.

The island itself cracked at the edge and reformed. Expanded. New land grew at the corners, swallowing up void.

His white, semi-transparent form glowed brighter. More defined. Denser.

He looked at the expanding horizon.

He looked down at his translucent hand—less energy now, more form. The faint glow of shape. Fingers. Joints. A defined outline. His face still lacked features, but his mouth had taken form. The more he created, the more he understood, the more real he became.

A slow, amused grin formed on his half-formed face.

"Hah... it’s like... a breakthrough."

The words hung there.

He blinked.

Breakthrough...

Not a level up. Not an evolution of machinery.

A change in himself.

"I see now... comprehension. Understanding. That’s what triggers it. Not just thought. Not just imagination. True, complete understanding."

It wasn’t about finishing a machine. It was about unraveling the nature behind it.

And when he did—his soul grew. His mind deepened. And reality—his reality—grew with it.

He whispered to himself, almost in awe.

"So... just like I can create machines, tools, and material... can I create powers too?"

His thoughts spiraled fast.

Powers.

The ones he’d dissected in his mind. The systems he understood—auras, resonance, mana, divine authority, mutations, soul fire...

Could he forge them? Build them from will, just as he built the lab?What will happen if he understood their essence too?

He turned to a console, began sketching ideas rapidly. Neuro-conversion beams. Gravity collapse grenades. Ion-shield deflectors. Plasma sabers. Anti-matter capsules. Concept disruptors.

All the inventions he’d theorized before now took a backseat.

A new path opened.

Creation was no longer bound to the physical.

He now saw a way forward—a way into power itself.

"So... that’s the rule of this place, huh? Understand, and evolve. Comprehend, and reshape."

He smiled.

Not because of what he had made.

But because of what he could become.

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