After some time, I stopped hugging my clone and made it disappear.
Does my clone count as another me?
No—it should be my mental process divided in two.
This also explains why hugging it felt like self-love—because it was literally myself thinking about myself.
Loop complete.
Now I noticed that I am halfway into the Concept Transformation stage.
That's why I was feeling like a thought.
I stepped out of the cube. The moment I exited, the air hit different—like walking through a veil of vibrating glass. The gravity here was thinner, more forgiving. A light pressure behind my eyes pulsed in rhythm with my thoughts.
I produced another candy, its surface shimmering like translucent amber, and walked back into the cube again.
I needed to reach the second realm and self-discover more.
The cube welcomed me like a living, spatial riddle—rooms spinning and growing like petals in a spiraling flower. I stood in the still center where everything converged.
I made the candy using the concepts of immeasurable speed , pattern feeling, and absorption.
In simple words, I could now step into Concept Transformation like the flick of a finger.
I sat down, cross-legged on a smooth floating disc of light, and ate the candy.
As the flavor melted through my tongue—like cold fire and liquid clarity—I felt the patterns concept awakening inside me.
But then…
I felt hundreds upon hundreds of trillions of different pattern concepts ripple around me like waves of fine silk:
Patterns of war, life, death.
Patterns of fire, wood, metal.
Origin, end, absolute time, space, reality, universe...
Each one whispered in different voices, some soothing, others like knives brushing my eardrum.
I felt like this happened because of my addition of immeasurable into the mix.
It worked.
Ohh... I found it.
A pattern concept that embodies all others.
It had no name.
Let's give it one—
The Immeasurable and Boundless Everlasting Pattern Concept.
This concept contains all other pattern concepts.
It is everywhere in existence and non-existence—and before and after existence.
It has full control over all patterns.
It can even change the patterns of the Source—where everything started—like it's a normal thing.
Hmm.
Speculations and analysis have always been correct.
Will it be this time?
I started to absorb it.
My form shifted. I now fully became the concept.
From energy life-form, I now fully felt like thought.
I could see many concepts in the Enclaws.
And I could see all the people that are concepts or higher in the Peteler Domain.
The Peteler Domain itself now stretched in my awareness—vast and untamed.
Like walking into a mind made of colorless stars, infinite temples and floating palaces woven in recursive geometry.
It was filled with towering constructs made of laws and beliefs.
Rooms suspended mid-thought. Halls built from the backbone of intentions.
Space had weight here—each corner pressing with the feeling of someone's philosophy.
I could also see the Self and World stage cultivators.
So many...
Each one cultivates their own philosophy.
Like that woman with Greed.
She wanted to scam me.
She believes that money is the only social power.
It should buy everything.
It should exist in every world.
It is the only currency that can exchange things.
Interesting philosophy.
Another: a woman believes that everything is beautiful, and that we should protect it.
That beauty is the highest thing to prioritize.
Oh, beauty is a useful and good thing.
I partially agree.
Next, a man.
He thinks everything is a collectible.
He even has a collection of 76 women and 39 males.
They all look feminine in his view.
In his belief: everyone should collect things.
Hmm.
Would houses and possessions count?
My brother counts also.
I collect deaths and victories.
What a philosophy.
Then I saw that menace player.
His philosophy is basically to use every hole in existence.
And currently, he is doing it with a tree—who hit his head.
The next one was more grounded.
He believes everything is frequencies and vibration.
That sound, when it vibrates fast enough, becomes solid.
A decent philosophy.
But yes…
All of these philosophies could be used to build new universes.
These people are really intelligent.
I don't know why, but I know that everything in this world of **predators** is just an excuse to cultivate someone.
Hmm.
Someone noticed me.
A brown-haired little boy.
A reincarnator.
Oh, let me see...
I sent a thought walking backwards along the pattern of his life, collecting every piece of information he has.
Ah—
So he is that MVP Emperor of the Gorter Empire.
He is stuck in the next realm.
In his previous life, that name was Self Discovery.
Oh—and he hates himself.
What a good toy to play with.
Although he noticed the location where I am, he is still a kid—bound by society and morality.
What can he do in front of them?
Eliminate himself?
Hehe.
I then created another timeline inside his soul—splitting it into two.
Now there are two selves.
I made them meet inside his mind.
Two of them stared at each other with wide red eyes.
Haha… amusing.
They started to beat each other—breaking each other's teeth, then noses, an arm, a leg…
A little push—I gave both of them a little of their previous law power:
Persuasion.
They used it to persuade the air around them and attach each other.
Heh.
One pierced the other's head.
And the other pierced his heart.
And he thought:
"Why did I hate myself?"
…as a tear fell from his eyes.
This is what happens with a not-united soul.
They both died.
His body was walking in the town stadium, where people were still—as always—throwing venom at each other with a smile.
Oh, I don't have any traces left.
His body started to fall—
It hit a woman.
They collapsed into each other.
He then lay on the ground.
No breathing.
A person who was masking his intentions checked him.
His expression was delighted on the inside.
He told others that he wasn't breathing.
Others checked too—and also got delighted.
With fake righteous anger, they accused the woman.
She accepted while crying.
But inside…
I heard:
"Not again…"
Huh.
Does she cultivate some Rebirth concept?
I checked—and yes, she does.
What an unlucky woman.
I hope you will be more unlucky next life.
[A/N:how is it going till now]
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