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Nothing else remarkable happened after that. I returned home by night, ready to sleep peacefully.
But then—my Myriad World Template Extraction talent flared up, detecting something unusual.
Something was trying to force its way into the Tensura world.
Alarm bells rang in my mind. I had no idea what it was or where it came from. Instead of acting recklessly, I chose to observe it first—and that decision turned out to be the right one.
It wasn't a living entity. No… it was more like a link—a bridge to something. Something eerily similar to my talent.
A system? A tool? Some kind of external entity?
I cautiously began analyzing it. My preliminary scan told me it was a letter of invitation, bound to a system-like framework.
But beyond that? The details remained frustratingly unclear. Where was this "system" located? Did it have a master? Was it autonomous? That much I couldn't determine, not without far more time and effort.
So I made a choice. I dislocated it into my personal world, materialized it, and picked it up.
The moment my fingers brushed it, a ding sound echoed inside my head
The glowing interface hovered before me, waiting, patient and unyielding.
> [Dimensional Chat Group — Invitation Pending]
Would you like to join?
[Yes] / [No]
I didn't move immediately.
I'd already encountered a system before.Which I purged—body, soul, framework, concept—and claimed its abilities for myself.
So this wasn't new.
And with that, a notification appeared before my eyes:
If I wanted, I could unravel this so-called "Dimensional Chat Group" right now. Strip away its code, dissect its metaphysics, and reduce it to a fragment.
But should I?
That was the real question.
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I narrowed my eyes, letting my Dragon God Eye flare open. Causality streams twisted and rewound before me. The Chat Group was not alive. Not a parasite, not a predator. No corruption, no hostile intent—at least not yet. Its structure was oddly neutral, more like a communication bridge, a gathering point anchored across multiple dimensional coordinates.
In fact, I saw traces of design in its framework. Not hostile design, but… invitational.
A chance.
A possibility.
I folded my arms and leaned back in my chair, letting out a slow breath.
My life was already… turbulent.
Adding something like the DCG into the mix would be like pouring oil onto an already blazing fire.
So why should I accept it?
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I tapped my finger against the table, my Omniscient Insight running simulations at absurd speed.
Option 1: Refuse. Dislocate the invitation into a sealed dimensional prison, isolated within a null pocket. No interference, no exposure.
Result: Stability. Simplicity. Predictability.
Option 2: Purge. Assimilate the DCG's entire framework, folding it into my Forge of Transcendence. I'd gain instant control, possibly even access to the entire interdimensional network it connects to.
Result: Power. Knowledge. But risk—potential backlash if the DCG had failsafes tied to higher meta-layers.
Option 3: Accept. Enter the group. Observe quietly. Judge its value. If harmful, I could always purge it later.
Result: Chaos. But also… potential.
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That last option gnawed at me.
Because no matter how I looked at it, the DCG didn't feel hostile. In fact, there was a slim chance it was even benevolent.
If I destroyed it on instinct, I might lose something priceless.
And curiosity…
…my curiosity was insatiable.
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"I can purge it at any time," I murmured to myself. "If it turns hostile. If it disrupts the balance of this world or another. If it dares to cross me."
The Forge of Transcendence pulsed softly in my core, an eternal reminder. Absolute Override Authority. Nothing could escape it. No system, no framework, no law. If the DCG stepped out of line, I could end it.
That confidence was enough.
I didn't need to fear this system.
Which meant… I could indulge my curiosity.
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I leaned forward again, staring at the interface.
> [Dimensional Chat Group — Invitation Pending]
Would you like to join?
[Yes] / [No]
My lips curved into a small, amused smile.
I extended my hand and tapped [Yes].
The moment I did, the notification chimed again, brighter and clearer than before.
> Ding!
Congratulations. You have joined the Dimensional Chat Group.
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