The scene begins in Arias' room, it's around noon of the following day, she is currently in her internal world, in one of her palaces, specifically the one that houses various training halls. She is currently training in a training hall, which Dream named the Gravity room since he took the Ancient Civilization Gravity Room and integrated it with the training hall when he was upgrading the internal world. The Ancient Civilization Gravity Room is an imposing and formidable structure, measuring approximately 6 meters in both length and height. Crafted from an extraordinarily durable alloy, it exemplifies advanced ancient engineering and material science. The alloy's mixed coloration of yellow and black gives the room a striking, almost regal appearance, emphasizing its significance and resilience. Designed as a high-capacity training chamber, the gravity room is capable of simulating gravitational forces up to 1,000 times that of Toril. This immense strength allows users to push their physical and internal capacities to extreme limits, making it an essential tool for elite warriors and trainees. "Damn, having a kid's body is really tiresome. I can only handle 3 times the gravity of Toril," Aria says as she drops her black and red melee sword called Kurayami, sitting down in the process. The Kurayami is a striking, highly advanced melee long sword that exudes an ominous and powerful presence. Its blade is a sleek, razor-sharp length of dark black metal with a subtle crimson glow radiating along its edge, suggesting an energy core housed within. The sword's surface is adorned with intricate, flowing patterns of red circuitry-like lines that pulse softly, hinting at its advanced technology. The hilt of the Kurayami is equally menacing, crafted from the same black alloy with angular, layered segments that fit comfortably in the wielder's hand. Small, glowing red accents are embedded along the guard and handle, adding to its fierce aesthetic.
Suddenly, Dream teleports into the training hall, his purple flaming body shining with a gentle glow. " Hello, my lady, how's your training going?" Dream says as he picks up the two blue tablet-like manuals from the floor, one is detailed with the title Beast Breathing, while the other is titled Celestial Essence Absorption Technique. " My lady I get why you are studying about the Celestial Essence Absorption Technique, but why did you choose to study the swordsmanship of that rogue demon slayer Inosuke Hashibira, from what I have read about him Inosuke Hashibira, was a muscular young man with a distinctive feminine face, long black hair with blue tips, and wore a boar's head mask, customized to allow him to see. Raised by boars in the mountains, he had a wild, animalistic fighting style called Beast Breathing, which he developed himself, and was known for his agility, strength, and heightened senses. He was Short-tempered, proud, and confrontational. He sought to prove himself as the strongest but also showed growth through bonds with others, especially Tanjiro, another well-known demon slayer. His abilities include mastering Total Concentration Breathing, using unorthodox, animal-inspired combat techniques, and possessing supernatural senses that aid in locating demons. Equipped with dual indigo-gray Nichirin katanas with serrated edges, he was a skilled swordsman capable of facing powerful demons, including the Twelve Kizuki and Muzan Kibutsuji, despite having broken his swords twice during battles." Dream explains. " Wait, Kizuki?" Aria replies. " Aria, LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING. Did you even read the history of the one who created this technique?" Dream asks as he helps Aria to stand, hitting her lightly on the head with one of the manuals, "Not really, I just went directly to where the manual started talking about the beast breathing styles." Aria says as she grabs her head. "Well, if you actually read the intro of the book, you would have realized that Inosuke, the one who created this particular breathing style swordsmanship, used two blades in order to execute the various forms of this sword technique correctly." Dream says as he hands Aria a new manual. "What's this?"Aria asks. " This is the flame-breathing manual. It's best for you to begin with this sword technique manual due to your high affinity towards fire. Flame Breathing was a Breathing Style that mimicked and manipulated flames through the user's movements, primarily involving powerful, fiery strikes often initiated from a high stance. It is from a planet called Earth 54, according to Bhaal's information. It was created by a Sengoku period Demon Slayer from the Rengoku family, who was taught an alternative style to Sun Breathing by Yoriichi Tsugikuni due to their lesser innate power. Over generations, the style was passed down within the Rengoku lineage, with the Flame Hashira always being a family member, notably Kyojuro Rengoku, who continued the tradition until his death, after which the family's long-standing practice of passing down Flame Breathing came to an end. But enough of that, I have finished setting up the preparations for absorbing the Muya crystal. If you're ready, we can head to the spiritual hall."Dream says to Aria. "Fine, I will focus on Flame breathing first. For now, let me first try absorbing the muya crystal." Aria says to dream. "Very well, my lady."Dream says as he waves his hand and teleports Aria and himself to the spiritual hall.
The spiritual hall is a serene and elegant space that exudes tranquility and reverence. Crafted from warm, rich wood, the room features traditional shoji screens with delicate paper panels that allow soft, diffused light to filter through, creating a peaceful ambiance. Large windows and open sliding doors reveal breathtaking views of lush, vibrant nature outside, seamlessly blending the indoor and outdoor environments. The floor is covered with tatami mats, providing a natural, textured surface that invites meditation and reflection. In the center of the room, a rectangular water feature with smooth stones and gentle ripples adds a calming, meditative element. The walls are decorated with intricate, hand-painted folding screens depicting elegant cranes and blooming flowers, symbolizing purity and harmony. Lush greenery and carefully arranged bonsai trees adorn the corners, enhancing the room's connection to nature. The overall atmosphere is one of stillness and spiritual awakening, a sacred space designed for meditation or quiet contemplation amidst the beauty of nature. "This is probably one of my favorite rooms within the internal world," Aria says to dream as they arrive. "I am glad you like it, my lady." Dream says as they walk together and reach a section where several potions have been placed and various engraved symbols have been drawn at the center of the hall. "Hope you are ready to begin the Ritual of Celestial Resonance as described in the Celestial Essence Absorption Technique manual." Dream says as they walk. " I believe so, it's just that it's a little embarrassing," Aria says as he sits in a kneeling position in her red kimono-style outfit as she arrives at the center of the hall. The atmosphere hums with quiet reverence. The area is centered around a large, shallow, circular stone basin filled with pure, crystal-clear water. At the heart of this basin, a meticulously placed Muya Crystal rests upon a carved lotus pedestal, emanating a faint, fragrant aroma that evokes the scent of freshly cooked rice, and on the floor, mysterious alien symbols are engraved. Surrounding the basin are engraved symbols representing harmony, willpower, and spiritual resonance, inscribed into the floor by Dream. These symbols pulse softly with golden light, aligning with the natural flow of spiritual energy within Arias' internal world. After a while, Aria begins the Ritual of Celestial Resonance, following the steps inscribed in the Celestial Essence Absorption Technique manual, which went as follows:
Meditative Focus: Aria closes her eyes, taking deep breaths to center her mind. She places her palms gently over her heart, visualizing a luminous sphere of spiritual energy forming within her chest. Harmonizing Willpower and Resonance: Inspired by the intricate circuitry patterns embedded in the Celestial Essence Absorption Technique manual, Aria begins to chant a silent mantra, an ancient phrase symbolizing harmony with spiritual energy. Her willpower merges with her spiritual resonance, creating a palpable aura of calm around her. Activation of the Symbols: As her chant deepens, the engraved symbols on the floor emit a soft blue glow, synchronizing with her spiritual rhythm. The Muya Crystal responds by shimmering brighter, its fragrance intensifying. Channeling Energy: Aria slowly dips her hands into the basin, her fingertips lightly touching the water's surface. As she concentrates, she visualizes the Muya Crystal's essence flowing into her palms, the energy shimmering like liquid light. Absorption Process: With a gentle, deliberate motion, Aria lifts her hands from the water, guiding the crystal's energy upward through her arms, channeling it into her core. The water in the basin ripples gently, resonating with her intent. Seal of Resonance: To finalize, Aria raises her palms above her head, forming a sacred gesture. A faint halo of light surrounds her, signifying the successful absorption of the Muya Crystal's essence. Closing Reflection: She lowers her hands, bowing her head in gratitude. The symbols slowly stop glowing while the Muya crystal completely disappears, fully absorbed by Aria.
Aria begins to stand up, looking at her body, which is now filled with spirit energy. Suddenly, she began to feel hot, red, and golden yellow light beginning to come out of her body, and after a while, it stopped. Suddenly, Yinrou enters the hall, seemingly panicked. "Aria, is everything okay. I sensed demonic energy," Yinrou says as he enters the hall together with Azu, who is riding on his back. "Aria, didn't you promise me that you would not use demonic energy till you could control it, and you dream what the hell were you doing, don't you know how dangerous demonic energy is for crying out loud, you have read some of the manuals detailing how powerful and dangerous demonic energy is?"Yinrou shouts towards both of them. "Enough Yinrou, I may have the body of a child, but I am already an adult, I don't need to be lectured like I don't know what I am doing. Dream was only helping me to absorb the Muya crystal when some of the demonic energy got out. "Wait a minute, Aria, what do you mean you are not a child? Sure, you may be a little talented when compared to your peers, but still, you are only around 1 year old, so how can you not be a child? If there is something I am missing, tell me you are my eternal master, for crying out loud, I am your familiar," Yinrou says. "Fine you want me to tell you the truth I will, This is not my first life I was reincarnated by someone or something into this world in my previous world I was born as Daenerys Stormborn but later on took the name of my noble house, thus my name changed Daenerys Targaryen, I was a princess of House Targaryen in the world known as Planetos in the continent known as Westeros, cursed and blessed by my draconic bloodline. From what I recall of my childhood, I spent most of my childhood on the island of Dragonstone, a place of ancient power, where my father, King Aerys II Targaryen, ruled over Westeros. My mother, Queen Rhaella, gave me life amidst a violent summer storm, and in that storm, I received my name and my nickname Stormborn. My family was later overthrown in a bloody rebellion, and I became a refugee, fleeing across the Narrow Sea with my brother Viserys, living as exiles among the Free Cities.
For years, I knew only exile, wandering from city to city, living in fear and poverty. My brother was obsessed with reclaiming our throne, and he treated me as little more than a pawn, sometimes cruel, sometimes hopeful, but I learned to survive. The world outside was harsh, and I was meek and obedient, shaped by years of oppression and neglect. Yet beneath that meekness, a spark of pride and resilience burned quietly.
My brother Viserys was born in King's Landing, a small but striking child with pale skin, silver-blond hair, and lilac eyes that seemed to hold the fire of the dragons he so loved to talk about. From the moment he opened his eyes, he believed himself destined for greatness, yet the world saw only a fragile boy, and later, a bitter man.
He was obsessed with reclaiming what he thought was rightfully ours, the Iron Throne. His obsession consumed him, turning him into someone cruel and vain. He kept lusting after power, dreaming of crowns and glory, but in exile, he grew gaunt and feverish, with a hardened look in his eyes, as if the fire within him had turned to ashes.
Viserys loved to speak of dragons and of the glory of our house, yet he was often impatient, violent, and abusive, especially towards me, blaming me for our mother's death. His anger was like a storm, waking the fear in those around him. When he was angry, he called himself "Waking the Dragon," but I saw only a man driven mad by exile and rage.
He styled himself as "the Third of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men," but in truth, he was mocked as the "Beggar King" by the Free Cities, a nickname that spread and echoed back to Westeros. He was desperate to return, to sit once more upon the Iron Throne, and he believed that with the mighty khalasar of Khal Drogo, he could conquer Westeros with just ten thousand screamers.
The Dothraki, were a ferocious, proud barbarian army of horse lords well known across Westeros. My brother later made a deal with them in exchange for an army; he offered me to their leader, Khal Drogo. Despite my protest, I was later married to Khal Drogo and gained the title of Khaleesi. After marrying Khal Drogo, I gathered my strength. I learned their ways, embraced their culture, and grew into a leader.
His arrogance led him to threaten me and to insult the Dothraki's ways. His pride blinded him, and his fury ultimately sealed his fate. I remember that day Khal Drogo "crowned" him with molten gold. I still remember how he cried for me to save him, but I left him to die. I was sick of him and did not care what happened to him. That day, my brother's dreams died with him, and I was left to carry on the legacy of the last pure blood Targaryen.
My husband, Drogo, was a mighty khal, fierce and proud. When we were in Lhazar, he led his khalasar to conquer towns, not out of cruelty alone, but to gather slaves and resources, iron, gold, and men, so we could buy ships to cross the sea and bring his horde to Westeros. During this campaign, he defeated a rival khalasar led by Khal Ogo, a brutal and proud warrior. The battle was fierce, and Drogo was wounded in the arm by an arrow. But then, in a savage act, one of Ogo's bloodriders cut off Drogo's left nipple, leaving a bloody flap of skin. Drogo, unbothered at first, slaughtered the bloodrider in retaliation and then killed Ogo himself. His strength was legendary. He did not understand or share my objections to the Dothraki practices of raping and enslaving those they conquered, but he supported me when I told him to cease raping the Lhazareen women. He was delighted by my growing courage, and for that, I was grateful.
But his wound worsened. I begged him to let Mirri Maz Duur, a wise woman and healer I had rescued, tend to him. She made him a poultice, but it itched terribly, and Drogo, irritated, tore it off. The wound festered, and his condition grew worse. Eventually, he fell from his horse, a sign among the Dothraki that he was no longer fit to lead. I was desperate. I pleaded with Mirri Maz Duur to save him, and she agreed, but only through a spell. She claimed she could save him through blood magic. I swear this was the worst decision of my previous life. I was in love and would do anything to save my husband. I agreed to the blood sacrifice; the price was to kill Drogos' stallion, a horse a sacred creature among the Dothraki people. She performed the ritual, sacrificing Drogos' stallion in order to preserve his life. "You asked for life, you pay with life," she said. I did not know the weight of these words until later. Instead of healing and returning Drogo as he was, she returned him in a vegetative state, his mind lost, his body alive but broken, unable to speak or move. Worse still, (Aria pauses as tears start forming in her eyes)Rhaego, our unborn son, died in my womb as a result of her magic.
She had tricked me into killing my own unborn child as the price for bringing back my husband, only to bring him back not as living but as a soulless husk of his former self. I later found out the stallion he was referring to was not Drogos' horse but my unborn son who she thought would bring a prophecy that spoke of the stallion who mounts the world. the prophecy said "As swift as the wind he rides, and behind him his khalasar covers the earth, men without number, with arakhs shining in their hands like blades of razor grass. Fierce as a storm, this prince will be. His enemies will tremble before him, and their wives will weep tears of blood and rend their flesh in grief. The bells in his hair will sing his coming, and the milk men in the stone tents will fear his name. The prince is riding, and he shall be the stallion who mounts the world." Make no mistake I did not turn to blood magic willingly I did it in hopes of returning Khal Drogo back to life, I did not know the price would be that high, the things we do for love, In those few days I had not only lost my husbund I also lost my son who was born as a still born due to the effects of the blood magic this also made me unable to bare any children, I was completely shattered. My son Rhaego, growing inside me, was malformed and stillborn. My love for Drogo, my hope for a new life, all gone in an instant.
Mirri Maz Duu betrayal was complete. The ritual had been a revenge for her village, destroyed and burned by my khalasar. To her, I was the cause of her suffering, and she cursed me with her blood magic. Drogo's khalasar disintegrated; his loyal bloodriders, Pono and Jhaqo, led the remnants of his people into separate bands, each seeking new ways to survive.
It was then that I realized she had betrayed me. Her magic, meant to save him, had cursed him instead. She had already been a victim of terrible violence herself, raped and her temple burned by those who saw her as a witch. I still remember her words, she said to me that day, "Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you saved me, girl. I saw my god's house burn, there where I had healed men and women beyond counting. In the streets, I saw piles of heads... the head of the baker who makes my bread, the head of a young boy that I had cured of fever just three moons past. So... tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?"
In the days to come, I bathed Drogo, trying to soothe him, hoping for any sign of life. I led him out into the night, clutching his hand, but he was gone, forever lost. In the end, I couldn't bear to see him like that. I smothered him with a pillow, ending his suffering. I killed my husband in the hope of easing his pain, but from all that I came to realize my actions had caused more harm than good.
Later, his body was laid upon a funeral pyre, a great platform built for him. I placed the three petrified dragon eggs, gifts from Illyrio, around his body, symbols I saw in a vision of the fire and blood that I believed would bring new life. I ordered my night, sir Jorah, to tie Mirri Maz Duur, the treacherous witch, to one of the platforms and was burned alive together with my husband, leaving her to die slowly, screaming in her own pain. I stepped into the funeral pyre wanting to commit suicide and follow my husband to the next life, but also hoping my vision would come true; miraculously, I survived. Turns out my body was gifted with very high fire resistance. Make no mistake, even though I came from a family of dragon riders, we were not immune to fire. I was the very first Targaryen to gain this ability, which is how I got the title of the unburnt. Out of the ashes, three dragons hatched. They were the first dragons to hatch in a century and a half, but unlike the dragons of Feirun, they did not have 4 limbs. I did not know what I had done at that time, but it seemed that when I burnt Mirri Maz Duur, the flames traded her life, and from that conflagration, three tiny dragons hatched the first to be born in centuries. How this was possible, I don't know. Gifted this chance, I knew I could reclaim my birthright. I had lost so much and wanted to fill the void in my heart. From that moment, I made the three dragons my children, whom I named Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. From that moment, I was no longer just a girl; I was the Mother of Dragons, a symbol of rebirth and hope.
I believed I was born to rule. I set out across Essos, freeing slaves and gathering loyal armies of Unsullied soldiers and Dothraki khalasars. I liberated cities from their chains. I dreamed of uniting the world under my banner, of building a new, better order. I was convinced that my destiny was to reclaim the Iron Throne, to end tyranny, and to build a realm based on justice and mercy.
But the road was fraught with betrayal, grief, and tragedy. My closest friends and advisors fell, Sir Barristan, Missandei, Jorah, and others, each loss weighing heavily on my heart. I faced cruel enemies, and my own people's reactions, fear, suspicion, and hatred began to turn against me. I was betrayed by those I trusted, and my dreams were shattered when I realized that Westeros did not see me as a liberator but as an invader.
The greatest blow was when I learned Jon Snow, my nephew, my blood, claimed the North and refused to kneel. Our love grew, complicated by the truth of our kinship, yet I saw in him a true hero, a man of honor and sacrifice. I believed we could unite our strengths; I believed in a future where we could share the throne and bring peace. But in the end, our visions of the world clashed.
Then came the final tragedy after we defeated the Night King. I had already lost two of my dragons, Viserion, who was killed twice, first by the Night King and later by Arya Stark after he became an undead, and Rhaegal was killed by Euron Greyjoy's fleet. I marched into King's Landing with Drogon, my last remaining dragon, determined to end the tyranny of Cersei Lannister, who had killed my best friend, Missandei. The city surrendered, but I was overwhelmed by grief and rage. I saw the suffering of innocent children, women, and the helpless, yet I unleashed my dragon Drogon in a fiery storm. I burned the city to the ground, not out of cruelty, but out of heartbreak and a sense that the old world was dying, and I wanted to forge a new one in fire, but in the end, I only committed genocide.
My rampage changed everything. My friends turned away; my close supporters questioned my judgment. I became a tyrant, feared and hated. My vision of justice twisted into a nightmare of destruction. I realized too late that power without mercy is tyranny.
Jon Snow, heartbroken and torn, saw what I had become. He loved me, but he could not allow me to continue down this dark path. In a final act of mercy, though it was also an act of tragic necessity, he took my life. He was the one who drove the dagger into my heart, ending my reign and my dreams. As I fell, I looked into my nephew and lover, knowing that I had lost everything I fought for. My death was not just the end of my life, but the closing chapter of a story that was both my salvation and my curse.
Now, I am reborn into this new world of Feirun, carrying the memory of that life. But still, even in this life, I can't have a chance to take a break, reborn in this Tiefling bhaalspawns body, which was previously born as a stillborn, I still cant believe fates Irony, to a family of powerful assassins who have no problem killing each other in that right of passage called the gauntlet when a bhaalspawn turns 6 while still having to worry about what my parents are plotting against me, seriously what the actual fuck, my life is just weird to say the least. Well, Yinrou, there you have it, that's basically my story, sometimes I feel like the gods are just playing with me," Aria said as she wiped off her tears. "Um, you sure it's not the muya crystal making you hallucinate, my lady?" Yinrou momentarily looks at Aria, dumbfoundedly, "If what you are saying is true, that explains why you have such a concentrated amount of demonic energy. Let me explain how demonic energy work. Demonic energy is obtained by sacrificing living beings the more innocent they are the larger the demonic energy obtained and if what you are saying is true, it means you unintentionally murdered your unborn child, killed your husband in order to release him from his suffering, killed many soldiers during your conquest of westeros and lastly killed thousand of innocent children, men, and women who were only civilians to a city which had already surrendered, going by this theory it now makes sence why your demonic energy is so concentrated like bhaals." Yinrou says to Aria. "NO, I...." Aria says as she sit down on the floor. " gods what have I done, I deserve what happened to me, I was so naive, in my quest to rule the seven kingdoms I had caused so much harm, I only looked at the good I wanted to see, while the innocent people who had nothing to do with my feud died because of my actions. " Aria, I know your memories. I know you did things that you wish you could change, but that's not how the universe works. I have no memories of my own, but hope that someday I too will know of my past. True, you killed many people in your former life, but you also saved many through your actions. Let me remind you of the great deeds you have done. Deeds born of compassion, courage, and a fierce sense of justice. Your heart beats for the oppressed, and your actions have changed the fate of countless lives in Essos. Do not forget, it is your resolve that has broken chains and given hope to the downtrodden.
In Slaver's Bay, you embarked on a campaign to end the cruel trade that enslaved so many innocent souls. In Astapor, you cunningly gained command of the Unsullied, and then, with mercy and strength, ordered them to liberate their fellow slaves and overthrow their masters. You turned the tide of oppression, and the people saw in you their Mhysa, their mother and protector.
In Yunkai, after defeating the armies that upheld slavery, you forced the city to free its slaves, making them free men and women, no longer bound by chains of cruelty. In Meereen, you conquered not just a city, but the hearts of its people, inciting a slave uprising from within and freeing hundreds of thousands. Your compassion and sense of justice shone brightly, even amidst the chaos.
You showed kindness and responsibility to your followers, holding Doreah's hand as she was dying, offering water to those who were weary and broken. You sought to be a just ruler, learning how to bridge divides, granting amnesty, and trying to create a society where all could live free and equal.
And when one of your own dragons killed a child, your grief overwhelmed you. You took responsibility, locking the other two dragons in a pit to prevent further harm, a sacrifice made out of love and care, even as it made you more vulnerable.
Remember how you burned the khals inside the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen and emerged from the flames unharmed, a feat that united all the Dothraki tribes behind you, making you the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and later freed the oppressed women and claimed command of the mighty Dothraki horde. Your strength was undeniable, your courage unbreakable. You chose mercy over cruelty, justice over fear.
And yet, even as you face doubts and setbacks, your sacrifices for the greater good remain unforgotten. You delayed your invasion of Westeros, not out of weakness, but out of wisdom to learn how to be a true ruler, to serve your people better. When the threat of the White Walkers arose, you paused your campaign and fought alongside Jon Snow and the others, risking everything to save the living. Your dragons and your forces stood firm against the darkness, showing that your heart is as brave as your fire.
Aria, through your life as Daenerys Targaryen, you have already changed the world of Planetos more than you know. Do not let despair overshadow your purpose. You are a breaker of chains, a Mhysa, and a queen who fights for justice. I am not gonna lie, your path in this world is already hard after reincarnating into a family of powerful assassins. I know you may feel alone at times, but I promise you I will serve you and guide you till the very end, for I know there is a reason why I was reborn as a fragment of your soul. I know of your extraordinary courage, determination, perseverance, and deep empathy for the common good. I have already seen how well you treat your slave servant Liza, and from that, I know you have a gentle heart. You can not change the past, but you can change your future." Dream says as he helps Aria to her feet. " I am sorry, my lady, for hurting your feelings, but I am grateful for you sharing your past with me," Yinrou says as he bows his head. " No, it's okay, I actually feel better after telling you guys my story," Aria replies as Azu, the white vortex spider, jumps on Aria's elbow, trying to comfort her master.
"Wait, Aria were you able to break to the intermediate level?" Dream ask Aria. "I definitely feel my psionic energy has grown, but my genetic energy has not improved that much. Did I do something wrong when performing the Master Li Wei absorption technique?"Aria asks as Dream's eyes begin to glow and start analyzing Aria's strength. "I don't think so, your psionic energy aptitude has grown exponentially from 15.7 to 58.2. Holy shit, do you know what I can do with this much energy? I may even be able to create a physical body to use in the real world. As for your first strength, let's go to the testing hall." Dream says as he teleports Aria, Azu, and Yinrou to the testing hall. The testing hall is an advanced room designed by Dream to test Arias's spirit/psionic/spiritual energy together with his genetic energy. From Dreams' research on the various books he got from Bhaal's space ring, we learn that Spirit/psionic/spirital Energy is produced by a cultivator's Consciousness, and is a formless power similar to Soul Energy. It grows stronger as the cultivator's Consciousness deepens, but can cause health issues like headaches or comas until the body adapts. Spirit Energy acts as a guide for Spirit Masters, who use it for various purposes such as moving objects, attacking with illusions or soul strikes, establishing or breaking Spirit Imprints, scanning, blocking sound, and aiding flight at higher levels. Its strength can overcome most materials, with only rare substances blocking the energy of beings known as Immortals. While Genetic Energy is the original energy produced by a cultivator's genes, which they absorb from Universe Energy upon reaching a certain genetic evolution. It forms a key part of a Warrior's power, especially after breaking through to the Planetary Level, allowing them to release this energy externally and gain physical body enhancements like the Diamond Body. Genetic Energy is classified into categories such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, and light, each with subcategories. It also enhances physical strength and can be used flexibly for various purposes like searching, communication, sound blocking, and combat applications such as armor, weapons, and energy attacks.
The testing hall is an open hall illuminated by a symphony of neon streaks and holographic projection screens that dance along the walls, casting an otherworldly glow. Towering at the center of the hall is the Fist Strength Testing Machine, a behemoth of sleek, polished metal, its surface pulsating with faint blue and crimson lights. This formidable device stands as the ultimate judge of a fighter's raw fist strength, a mechanical sentinel that gauges power with every punch, reflecting the warrior's physical and mental resilience. Encircling this centerpiece are a spectrum of cutting-edge training and measuring equipment, including reinforced punching bags imbued with energy-absorbing materials, practice dummy simulations chambers that are able to mimic real-life opponents based on previous encounters, while the main Arena is covered with energy resistance material capable of resisting attacks below stellar level. The ground beneath is embedded with rune-inscribed plates that monitor and analyze every strike, sending the data to various holographic screens in the room.
"Alright, Aria, you can punch the fist testing machine whenever you are ready," Dream says as a holographic screen appears in front of him. "Okay, here I go," Aria says as she folds her hand into a fist and lands a powerful punch on the machine. The machine analyzes and sends the data to the dream's holographic screen, which shows 101kg. "Next, let's go to the lifting test. Use this adjustable dumb bell, tell me the moment you can't lift it anymore." Dream says as Aria begins to lift the dumbbell to an astonishing 128.3kg." Leaving Yinrou and Azu completely stunned due to the fact that, despite Aria only being 1 year and weighing around 8kg, she could lift 16 times her own body weight. "Lastly, let's do the speed test in meters per second to see how fast you can go," Dream says as he takes Aria to a large treadmill, which she begins to run on, and as the data is sent to one of the screens it shows when Aria is running at top speed she is able to reach a speed of 11.3m/s. "Aria, your testing results are impressive. Your punch strength is analyzed to be around 101kg. During the lifting test, you managed to lift an astonishing 128.3kg with the adjustable dumbbell, which is about 16 times your own body weight, despite only being a year old and weighing around 8kg. And on the speed test, you reached a top running speed of 11.3 meters per second. Overall, your strength and speed are extremely remarkable for someone your age." Dream says as he shows Aria the results. "Strange, I don't think I feel much change, perhaps it's because I am in my spirit form. Wait, guy, I have an idea. I want to test the first strength produced when I use my bloodstone daggers on the machine." Aria says, "That's a cool idea, let's do it." Dream says as he teleports four bloodstone daggers into Aria's hands, Aria took the daggers and prepared to test her theory. Her eyes briefly glowed with a subtle gold hue as she instinctively began to control the daggers telekinetically. With intense focus, she begins to spin the daggers at high speed, their blades blurring in a deadly whirl. Then, with precise coordination, she sends the daggers flying to form a straight line, each one colliding with the next in a deadly chain of attacks aimed at the first machine's measuring hit area.
When the daggers struck the machine simultaneously, the impact was thunderous. The machine's strength indicator skyrocketed to 384.9kg, accompanied by a deafening boom that echoed through the hall. The sheer force and precision of her attack left everyone in awe. Dream's eyes widened in shock and admiration, "Holy shit, that was incredible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with amazement.
Yinrou and Azu, who had been pushed back by the intensity of the scene, looked at each other with wide eyes, equally stunned by Aria's overwhelming power. Despite being so young, her displayed strength and mastery were nothing short of extraordinary, leaving everyone utterly impressed and speechless.
"WOW, I did not think the difference would be this high. With this, I don't think I need to worry about the red scarved, I can finally get back at Joon," Aria says as she looks at her hand. "By the way, Dream, where do you get the energy to power all this equipment?" Aria asks. "It's quite easy. I usually use around 5 psionic energy aptitude points per day in order to convert it into various forms of energy, which I use to power most of the facilities within your internal world." Dream answers, "That's amazing. I barely feel any difference despite you using my energy," Aria replies. "I know, and now that you've doubled your psionic energy to 58.2, I am able to produce double the energy output without impacting your spirit energy reserves, pretty cool, right?" Dream says. "It's amazing, today was actually fun. I am happy you all know a little more about me. I hope that in time, I too will know more about you. And don't worry about the demonic energy, I will take time to conscientiously research and master it until then, I won't use it unless absolutely necessary. Well, guys, that's enough for today. I should probably return to the real world. Thanks for everything, see you tomorrow." Aria says as she begins to disappear and returns to her body, leaving Dream, Yinrou, and Azu still in shock by her power. As she returns to her body, she feels her body has gotten extremely light. " Amazing, so this is the effect of the muya crystal. It feels as if I am full of energy," Aria says as she telepathically asks Dream to send her sword Kuruyami, which he abides and momentarily sends it to her master. Aria removes Kuruyami from its Scabbard and tries to swing it, as she swings the blade, she notices it has gotten lighter as compared to when she had not absorbed the muya crystal. As she is swinging her blade, a knock is heard on the door. Liza enters her room with Aria's evening meal as Aria returns her sword Kuruyami into her Scabbard. The scene ends as Aria puts down her sword and goes to have her evening meal with her favorite maid, Liza.