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In a completely white and apparently perfect place, with an almost infinite space.
This place, which was generally solitary, maintained a sepulchral silence.
For the first time in countless years, something was heard. One might expect the first sound in such a place to be the birth of a life or its possible destruction.
But what was heard was totally different from that.
"AHHH, damn it, this shit is too high!" shouted Jhon as he fell in a nosedive toward what could be considered a floor in this infinite white space.
A minute ago, according to him, he was dying.
But now he was living a heart-stopping situation.
After throwing the knife at that guy, he tried to verify if what he had managed to grasp in the moment of tension about the essence was true. So internally he asked to enter his personal dimensional space.
Which caused him to disappear as if by magic.
Jhon expected to appear in a field of flowers with beautiful angels waiting for his arrival. But what he received was being launched five hundred meters high in the air.
If it weren't for the information he had received, Jhon would think someone wanted to make him suffer.
He watched as there was little left to crash against that "floor" and he was sweating buckets while moving his hands and feet in a desperate attempt to swim in the air.
His black suit, usually pristine, was wrinkled and waving violently with the wind of the fall. If it weren't because Jhon was holding it tightly preventing it from detaching from his body, right now he would only have his white shirt.
Apparently his personal dimension had air.
Which was logical, since if it didn't, he would have died as soon as he entered. But what Jhon expected was a magical place that, besides the angels, was full of colors everywhere.
But right now he didn't even know if he was going to end up like a squashed mortadella.
"Shiiit!" shouted Jhon closing his eyes tightly. He was a few meters from impact.
Boom.
Jhon fell face-first against the white floor.
Only what he expected didn't happen.
Instead of ending up like a mortadella, he ended up falling softly a few seconds before colliding, as if an invisible force had cushioned his fall at the last moment.
Jhon, realizing he wasn't a wandering soul and that he was still conscious, opened his eyes slowly.
He sat on the floor quickly, looking from side to side with distrust. He realized once again the absolute silence this place generated. There was no echo. There was no breathing besides his own. Nothing.
He stood up slowly. Once standing, Jhon fixed his suit, smoothed it with his hand, trying to remove the slight wrinkles it had. He ran a hand through his black hair and threw it back, arranging it carefully.
Even in a situation like this, his suit had to be impeccable.
He put on a serious face, analyzing the place in detail with his narrowed blue eyes.
Seeing absolutely nothing but infinite whiteness in all directions, he asked the question he had in mind for a while.
"Is this supposed to be my personal dimensional space?" With a frown, he spoke aloud with his gaze wandering through the void, not expecting a verbal response.
Although he didn't receive it audibly, what he did receive was a response from the essence.
Pertinent information embedded itself in his head like needles of pure knowledge, giving him everything he needed to know about his space.
This, indeed, was his personal dimension. Or to be more precise, it had become his personal dimension.
According to what the essence transmitted to Jhon, every millisecond that passed, dimensions were created. This made them almost infinite in their totality. Only that said dimensions lacked owners, leaving them alone in the void or destined for their inevitable destruction after the death of the universe in which they were found.
This dimension was at the midpoint of the omniverse, a neutral point between all planes of existence.
This dimension was unique. After its birth, it had never been discovered by any being, until it responded to Jhon after consuming its essence. Becoming his and only his. No one else could claim it. No one else could enter without his permission.
Realizing this, Jhon couldn't help the deranged smile that formed on his face, showing his teeth white as porcelain.
"So I have my own dimensional space. Good." Said Jhon to the essence while his features concentrated on what he was going to ask next.
He considered speaking mentally, but taking into account the sepulchral silence that surrounded him, for his mental health he preferred to speak aloud. At least that way he heard something.
"Now, while the dimensional space is something extremely important..." He paused, breathing deeply. "Send me all the information about what I obtained. All at once. Without filters."
Jhon had an idea of what it could be, considering that the bottle had the name engraved "Essence of the Granted Desire". So he was excited. Nervous. Hopeful.
Responding to what he said, the essence flooded his brain with the information.
Jhon stood still for a long time, as if whatever he had received had generated a deep shock in him. The only thing moving was his black hair waving softly with the air of the dimension.
Slowly he looked up, toward the infinite nothing.
His smile expanded so much that it was no longer beautiful. It was simply creepy. Unnatural.
His hazel eyes, beautiful and serene, began to slowly generate tears that rolled down his cheeks.
"I knew it..." he spoke softly, almost in a broken whisper.
"I knew it." His tone rose a bit, loaded with repressed emotion.
"HAHAHAHA, I knew it, damn it!" He opened his arms wide while shouting upward, toward the nonexistent sky, toward the world. Letting out all his accumulated frustration over the years.
"I-I knew it..." This time he spoke softly with his voice completely broken, first his right leg lost strength, then his left followed. In the end he ended up kneeling slowly on the white floor. Small sobs were generated while he passed his hand over his face, trying uselessly to wipe away the tears that wouldn't stop falling.
This was the cry of a child who always had the dream of being different.
This was the cry of the young man who saw people with families die in a traffic accident they weren't at fault for.
This was the cry of the one who received the news of the death of his parents in a stupid accident.
This was the cry of the being who knew of his fragility and never wanted to accept it.
This was the cry of someone who had finally obtained what he desired so much.
The power to never be fragile again.
And thus died who once was just Jhon, a common young man from Bogotá with impossible dreams.
To give birth to the being who would be known by the countless and infinite worlds of the omniverse.
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Hello, readers. This is chapter 3.
Please comment to see the support, I would appreciate it.
Lastly —and I know it's shameless, but I'll leave it here anyway— maybe not now, but in the future: 200 power stones equal one chapter.
I hope you enjoyed the reading.
Have a good start to the day or a nice end of the night.
[JhonDaoist]