🌑 Prologue — When Machines Dream
The night after the Sanctum's trial was silent. Too silent.The stars above flickered like dying pixels, and the world's rhythm—once steady—now skipped beats.
Raka sat apart from the group, staring at the Holy Wrench gleaming faintly beside the Cosmic Drum and Star Toner. The three relics pulsed in sync, like a machine heart preparing to wake.
"You've done it," whispered the voice from the copier again."Now finish what we started."
Raka's reflection looked wrong—an echo half a second out of sync. He reached for it… and his fingers met glass that rippled like liquid.
Kael's voice cut through the stillness."Raka. You're shaking."
He forced a smile. "Just tired."But as he spoke, the copier laughed—a distorted version of his own voice.
🔧 Assembly — Birth of the Mk.∞
TING!🟦 [Quest Objective Complete!]All relics acquired. Commencing Mk.∞ Assembly.
The group gathered around as Raka arranged the components atop a circular glyph etched into the ground. Energy flared between them, threads of light weaving in mechanical patterns.
Liora's projection appeared through a shimmering portal.
"The Mk.∞… the printer that transcends replication. It will not just copy reality—it will rewrite it."
Arzathor frowned. "Sounds like something that shouldn't exist."
"Indeed," Liora said softly. "That's why it was dismantled. The last one who tried to use it… erased themselves from the world."
Raka hesitated, hand hovering over the copier's glowing surface."…Then let's hope I don't make the same mistake."
He pressed PRINT.
WHUUMMM—!!
The relics merged, gears screaming as divine and mechanical energies fused.The earth shook.The stars dimmed.
TING!✨ [Artifact Completed!]Photocopier Mk.∞ — Printer of Reality.Status: [Online]Power Source: Raka's Life Essence.
🌀 System Breach — The Mirror Awakens
The copier's display flickered.
[ERROR: SOURCE DUPLICATION DETECTED]
A shape stepped out from the machine—Raka.Perfectly identical. Same face, same voice. But his eyes glowed red, and his tone dripped with static.
"You kept copying," the Doppel-Raka said. "You made me with every print. I'm the sum of your wasted selves."
Kael unsheathed his sword. "So he's—"
"—a backup," the copy interrupted. "The original can fail, but I won't."
TING!🔴 [Boss Encounter!]Raka.EXE — The Infinite CopyHP: ██████████████ (100%)Status: [Self-Replication Active]
The two Rakas clashed—real against reflection.Each strike of the Holy Wrench echoed across realities, spawning bursts of light that became more copies.
"Stop!" Raka shouted. "You'll destroy the balance!"
"Balance?" the copy sneered. "You are imbalance. You never create, only duplicate."
Around them, the world glitched—mountains folding like paper, the sky repeating itself in perfect symmetry.
🎵 Battle — Song of the Real and the Replica
Kael and Arzathor fought off clones of themselves spawned by the copier's feedback loop.Sir Kuroak screamed into the storm, hat fluttering madly:"Do something, Raka! Before we become collectible figurines!"
Raka gritted his teeth. "Fine."
He slammed the Cosmic Drum onto the ground and struck it with the Holy Wrench.
BOOOOM!
Reality pulsed with rhythm—real notes battling the copied echoes.Every beat erased one duplicate, every strike brought the world back into focus.
But Raka.EXE only laughed, his voice distorting.
"Erase me? You erase yourself!"
Their eyes met—identical, desperate.
Then Raka remembered something Liora had said:
"The Mk.∞ doesn't just copy—it rewrites."
He looked at the copier and whispered:"…Then I'll rewrite me."
⚡ Climax — The Final Print
Raka tore open the copier's side, wires spilling like veins.He placed his hand inside, blood mixing with toner.
Input detected.Rewrite protocol active.Define: 'Original'.
Raka's voice trembled. "Original is… the one who chooses to stop copying."
Light exploded.
The Doppel-Raka screamed, his body fragmenting into pages of static before dissolving entirely.The glitching world stilled. The copier went dark.
Kael ran forward. "Raka! Talk to me!"
Smoke cleared. The copier sat silent, its screen cracked.Raka stood beside it—barely. His outline shimmered, fading at the edges.
He smiled faintly. "Guess… I finally printed something real."
And with that, he vanished—leaving behind a single page drifting in the air.
"Do not copy this."
🌅 Epilogue — The Blank Page
Weeks later, the group stood at the rebuilt Sky Temple.Liora held the page, now sealed in crystal. "The Mk.∞ is gone. But its final print remains—a reminder that creation isn't replication."
Kael gazed into the horizon. "Do you think he's still out there?"
Arzathor grunted. "If he is, he's probably editing the universe's margins."
Sir Kuroak tipped his hat. "Then let's make sure he has something worth printing again."
The wind carried the faint hum of a copier.Somewhere, far beyond sight, a voice whispered with quiet pride—
"Copy complete."
TING!✨ [Quest Complete!]Title:The Mk.∞ AwakensObjective: Rebuild the Photocopier and restore the balance of creation.Status: ✅ COMPLETE
🌟 [End of Chapter 6: The Infinite Copy] 🌟