The cave groaned like an ancient beast awakening.
Aryan stood in the crimson dark, his skin trembling, breath uneven. His own voice echoed back at him—from a figure wearing the Obsidian Mask, draped in his black cloak, Void Gauntlets sparking like a thousand compressed stars.
The Mirror Aryan smirked.
"You asked for power. Now face it."
SYSTEM:
Warning Threat Level: Absolute
System functionality compromised, No support from Lady Luck.
Current Outcome Probability: ∞∶ 1 (Not in your favor)
Aryan said nothing. He just clenched his fists, the pain already building in his spine, chest, mind.
The ground pulsed.
Mirror Aryan vanished.
Aryan barely raised his arms—
CRACK!
The impact launched him like a ragdoll. He slammed against the wall, blood spraying.
Mirror Aryan appeared behind him instantly.
"Dead Pulse Walk."
He struck again. Aryan coughed blood, barely dodging the follow-up.
Aryan activated: Rooted Breath.
His lungs expanded violently, chakra erupting—then screamed inside him.
SYSTEM:
[Rooted Breath active. Burn rate: 4x. Internal damage: 12%.]
Lines of flaming Sanskrit scorched his arms. Aryan screamed but dove forward.
"Steel Spine!"
He took a blow to the ribs, using his own technique to brace the shockwave. Still, he staggered.
"Shadow Cloak – Flicker Phase!"
He disappeared—reappearing behind the Mirror. But the clone had already turned.
"Void Gauntlets – Crescent Fang!"
The clone's punch detonated air itself. Aryan tumbled back, ribs cracking again.
The cave echoed with the relentless clash of fists and chakra, a rhythm that had no mercy, no pause.
As Aryan charged forward, the familiar System Notification blazed before his eyes:
[Time Elapsed: 10 Seconds]
[Acceleration Skill Activated: +40% Speed Boost]
[Pain Level: Moderate | Burn Threshold: 4%]
Aryan felt it—just slightly faster, just enough to block the next barrage.
His clone—the Mirror—moved like a storm, equally fast, equally ruthless, equipped with the Void Gauntlets and Obsidian Mask. But Aryan's movements blurred past him, every punch vibrating with raw velocity. His feet barely touched the ground.
Aryan shouted:
"Flame Vein Circuit!"
His chakra veins ignited. Pain screamed through him like molten chains, but his speed surged.
He traded blows—barely dodging Dead Pulse Walk again, retaliating with:
"Spinal Collapse!"
His punch struck true crunching into the clone's stomach. The Mirror didn't even grunt. Instead, mirror yelled
"Chakra Compression – Reverse Pulse!"
Aryan was blasted backward. His shoulder dislocated.
"RAAGHH!"
He slammed it back in.
The Mirror retaliated with precise blows—flawless but cold.
And then 100 seconds passed. Aryan felt this boost slow to face his mirror self. Pain returned.
After One minute and Forty seconds passed
[Time Elapsed: 100 Seconds]
[Speed Boost Increased to 80%]
[Nervous System Strain: High | Skin Burn: 21%]
His hands trembled. The Mirror used all his downloaded skills with surgical perfection—without pain.
Aryan screamed, his veins glowing faintly as chakra ran wild in his skin like molten lava.
Aryan? He felt everything.
[Rooted Breath, Steel Spine, Dead Pulse Walk.]
Each skill invoked fresh agony. Each breath became fire. Each dodge was hell.
But he moved and fought and burned.
Yet, he kept going. No thoughts. Just instinct.
His cloak fluttered like a torn flag behind him, his skin singed where chakra overloaded.
The Mirror dodged with ease—yet something changed.
A small grin crept onto Aryan's face. "You're fast, but you aren't evolving."
Aryan coughed blood.
[Another Chance – Triggered]
His broken spine reknitted. Pain stitched his nerves with fire.
SYSTEM:
Warning: Using Another Chance repeatedly is causing cumulative nerve damage. Your pain resistance has surpassed biological tolerance.
Aryan muttered, voice ragged:
"Then raise the limit…"
SYSTEM:
"if you would be previous person with Max luck, you would have created a million skills by now"
Aryan ignores system completely.
He attacked again—eyes glowing white.
[Flame Vein Circuit, Steel Spine, Chakra Overload – PARTIAL]
Each step left cracks in the ground. He collided with the Mirror, fists exploding chakra like landmines.
His clone responded with:
[Void Gauntlets – Devourer Claws, Chakra Compression, Scatter Flare, Dead Pulse Walk]
Their fists clashed again and again. Shockwaves roared like thunder gods warring in stone halls.
After Sixteen minutes and Forty seconds
[Time Elapsed: 1000 Seconds]
[Speed Boost Increased to 120%]
[Endurance Stat +3 | Chakra Efficiency +2]
[System Observation: Skills are adapting to repeated usage]
[Passive Skill Unlocked: Flame Tolerance I]
The System, watching through layers of damage logs and code decay, whispered:
"He's... evolving mid-fight. That idiot doesn't even know how he's doing it. He's just doing it."
Aryan's punches became smarter—his footwork adjusted mid-combat. His senses sharpened, not through training, but through pain.
"The clone's using everything I've learned. But he's not using what the System gives me."
With that realization, Aryan began weaving in System-only skills like Dead Pulse Walk and Chakra Implode. The Mirror flinched—its movements slower to counter.
Aryan howled:
"Let's see how you deal with pain when you can't regenerate!"
After Two hours and Forty-Six minutes passed
[Time Elapsed: 10,000 Seconds]
[Speed Boost Increased to 160%]
[Intelligence Stat +5 | Pain Resistance +4 | Reflex Stat +3]
[New Skill Acquired: Void Counter]
Time blurred.
Aryan's mind was splitting. Not just from the pain, but from holding onto himself.
SYSTEM:[Psychological Load: 90% – Critical.][Iron Endure upgraded to: Ashen Will.][Skill effect: Prevents breakdown under sensory overload.]
"Ashen Will!" Aryan growled.
His eyes burned with something deeper than chakra—resolve carved from suffering.
His body twisted in midair, dodging a spiral barrage of Void Gauntlets – Serpent Strike!
He replied with:
"Chakra Overload – FANG Mode!""Rooted Breath!""Steel Spine!""Dead Pulse Walk!"
Blood burst from his pores. His screams echoed endlessly. And yet, he rose.
[Another Chance – Triggered.]
Every blow he landed cracked the Mirror's armor, every strike revealing the weight of his will.
After Five Days of ruthless fighting
Blood drenched the ground.
The cave walls didn't budge, but time itself seemed to fracture around them. Aryan's movements were no longer human—he vanished and appeared like lightning cracks.
Yet, he was barely conscious. His skin peeled, muscles tore, bones mended mid-fight by the Another Chance skill. And still, he screamed:
"MORE!"
"This fool..." the System muttered.
"His dumbness is literally the most dangerous thing about him. He doesn't understand limits. So he ignores them."
After One day, Three hours, and Forty-Five minutes
[Time Elapsed: 1,00,000 Seconds]
[Speed Boost Increased to 200%]
[Adrenaline Lock: Broken | Berserk Mode Triggered]
[System Alert: New Class Detected — Half-Saint]
His eyes burned silver.
A deeper transformation surged within. The Void Gauntlets wrapped tighter, now fused with his skin. The System whispered reverently:
"This isn't just growth... this is divine madness."
Aryan's chakra storm swallowed the battlefield. He stopped flinching.
He began laughing.
The Mirror matched him, now roaring too, its cloak tearing with rage. Their fists clashed again—and the cave shook like a heartbeat.
After one week Passed of COUNTLESS CLASHES
SYSTEM:[MAXED BOOSTS: 300% Physical Speed & Reflex][Mental Strain: Absolute. Reality Flicker Detected.]
"Another Chance – Triggered.""Ashen Will!""Flame Vein Circuit!""Rooted Breath!""Steel Spine!""Chakra Overload – FULL!"
Aryan's body exploded into light. Inscribed symbols danced across his skin like war tattoos from another realm.
The Mirror surged too:
"Void Gauntlets – Collapse Spiral!""Dead Pulse Walk!""Shadow Cloak – Abyss Waltz!"
The cave exploded. Time folded. Reality screamed.
Two gods forged from desire clashed one final time.
BOOOOOOM!
A burst of light.A silence that devoured all sound.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:
[All Base Stats Increased by +25]
[Skill Mastery Achieved in: Acceleration, Rooted Breath, Chakra Overload, Counter Shockwave, Dead Pulse Walk]
[Final Notification: System-Based Skill Fusion Allowed Temporarily]
Aryan stood barely breathing, skin blackened with markings, jaw dislocated, one eye closed.
But he stood.
The Mirror, beaten and cracked, lunged with one final scream, its own version of Dead Pulse Walk lighting up
And Aryan beat it with a bare fist, not powered by skill, but sheer force of upgraded stats and absurd willpower.
BOOM.
The clone disintegrated into ash, like the dream of someone who should never have existed.
The cave dimmed. The echo of that last punch lingered.
The System pinged softly.
[You have defeated your Mirror Self.]
[New Title Earned: THE ONE WHO WALKS THROUGH FLAMES]
[All skills under active usage have increased by one tier.]
[System Auto-Repair Initiated…]
Aryan slumped forward, barely alive. The ground beneath him glowed like it acknowledged a king of chaos. And somewhere in the vast heavens, someone began to smile.
Aryan fell to his knees.
His mask shattered. Cloak in ribbons. Gauntlets sparking—barely attached.
At his feet… the Mirror crumbled into ash, vanishing in streams of void light.
"I'm still here…" he muttered, blood trailing from his lips.
SYSTEM:"…You're clinically insane. But also terrifying.I hate to say it… but I'm proud of you."
The cave pulsed—once.
Then whispered:
"You endured. You broke. And still you rose.""Approach. Your desire is not yet fulfilled."
Deeper in the cave, something stirred.Something older than time.Something even Gods whispered about in fear.