My breathing steadied.

I was Luka.

I was Akul.

Two names, one life.

It didn’t matter which one I used—because at the core, I was still myself.

I didn’t feel lost. I didn’t feel unsure. If anything… I had never felt this clear.

Memories of a past life, the instincts of a top player, the strategies of a warlord—they had all settled into me. They weren’t fighting for control. They weren’t confusing me.

They were just… there. Part of me.

I sat up, exhaling. The room was dim, but something was different.

I turned—and froze.

The grimoire.

It wasn’t floating. It wasn’t waiting to be summoned.

It was sitting at the edge of my bed.

Waiting for me.

I swallowed. Slowly, I reached out, fingers brushing over the cover—

And the moment I touched it, everything changed.

A pulse of energy. A surge, rushing through my arm like liquid fire.

And then—

The grimoire glowed on its own.

Its pages flipped rapidly, magic runes shifting, forming new text, new diagrams, new—

Bang.

The grimoire shot closed.

I held my breath.

Because staring back at me, right in the center of the grimoire’s cover—

Was an eye.

Not a drawing.

A real, living, pulsing eye.

Gold and crimson, twisting in a yin-yang pattern. Two pupils within the same iris, moving in synchrony.

Watching me.

Not just an eye.

A reflection.

My hands shook as I stared at it.

This… This wasn’t just a change.

This was something more.

I felt it—deep in my soul. The grimoire wasn’t just an artifact anymore.

It was alive.

It had reached True Materialization.

And it wasn’t just responding to me.

It was recognizing me.

For the first time, truly, fully—recognizing me.

A pulse.

Not from the grimoire.

From me.

The pages flipped, ink bleeding across the parchment, rearranging itself, shaping something new. Something alive.

A new ability.

A power that wasn’t just summoned.

It was born.

I swallowed hard as words formed before my eyes.

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Innate Ability Unlocked: Twin Soul mirror.

A mirror does not deceive. A mirror does not pretend.

The Twin Soul mirror does not simply reflect.

To reflect something is to create its equal—yet its opposite.

What stands within the mirror is just as real as what stands before it.

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The other half exists not as a copy, but as a truth—rewritten.

All things exist with balance. Light and dark. Creation and destruction. Order and chaos.

The Twin Soul does not forge clones.

It summons the inverse.

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I inhaled sharply.

This… This wasn’t an ability to mimic. This wasn’t an ability to create clone versions of something.

I knew what this meant.

This was real.

If I mirrored a beast, I wouldn’t create an illusion of that beast.

I would create another one.

An exact being—but reversed.

If I mirrored a predator, I would create something not weak, not lesser—but different.

A gentle, healing creature → turns into a predatory one that steals life force.

A logical strategist → becomes a wild berserker.

A noble and wise one → is now cunning and deceptive.

Every aspect is inverted: element, morality, personality, instincts.

Equal. But different. The same—yet opposite.

Twin Souls.

Two sides of the same existence.

And yet—both would be real.

There was more to my new ability

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Level 1:

A single Twin Soul can be made from any entity or being.

The mirror creations are loyal to the ability holder in their own way.

Only one Twin Soul may exist at a time per level. To summon another, the first must be relinquished—forever. A life undone cannot be restored.

Mirror Twin Souls cannot be destroyed. If defeated, they enter a state of recovery, slowly rebuilding themselves.

Mirror creations can grow, develop, and progress like any normal living being.

Mirror twins can only be created from beings of the same rank as the artifact.

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The weight of that sentence settled over me.

Relinquished.

Not dismissed. Not unsummoned.

If I let go of a Twin Soul, it would be gone. Forever.

Because it wasn’t just an image.

It was a real existence.

And that meant—

If I evolved this power…

I could bring forth more.

I could summon multiple versions of reality, bending the balance of the world itself.

I clenched my fists, my pulse racing. This was huge. But then—a single thought sent a chill down my spine.

To create was to commit. A Twin Soul wasn't just a summon—it was a life. And if I ever had to erase it… it wouldn’t be just a dismissal. It would be a death.

Not just a skill.

A choice.

Every time.

I exhaled slowly, staring at the words burning into the grimoire’s pages.

Twin Soul.

A power that didn’t just create.

A power that defined.

And I had only just begun to understand it.

My heartbeat hammered.

This… was insane.

I exhaled, trying to process it—but the grimoire wasn’t done yet.

A second page flipped open.

A pulse of energy erupted from within me.

Not from my hands.

Not from my grimoire.

From my eyes.

A sharp pain lanced through my skull, like something had been forcefully unlocked.

I clenched my teeth, pressing my palms against my forehead as the sensation surged—overwhelming, searing, reshaping me from the inside out.

Then, the world split.

I gasped, my vision shattering into something new, something vast, something… unfathomable.

I could see—

No.

I could perceive.

It wasn’t just sight.

It was understanding.

I staggered forward, gripping the edges of my grimoire as it flipped open on its own, revealing two pages, side by side.

There was an eye painted on those pages.

Not just any eye—

A twin-pupiled gaze, swirling in a fusion of light and shadow.

Golden radiance burned in one half.

Abyssal crimson smoldered in the other.

A balance of forces. A reflection of something primal.

Then, the words appeared.

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Innate Ability Unlocked: Twin Eyes of Creation & Ruin

Two eyes, two truths.

One sees the birth of all things.

One sees the death of all things.

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A gaze that sees beyond flesh.

A sight that understands the essence of life itself.

Divine Eye of Origin.

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Level 1 — Abilities upon activation:

– Biological Mastery: Full analysis of any beast or creature upon sight.

– Path to Perfection: Sees not just what something is, but what it could become. Every lifeform, every artifact, every structure—its next stage of evolution is revealed.

– Foundation Insight: Breaks down the core strengths and weaknesses of any target, pinpointing exactly where improvements can be made.

– True master: Identifies the fastest, and most efficient path for evolution and advancement.

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Abyssal Eye of Ruin.

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Level 1 — Abilities upon activation:

– Illusion Shatter: No deception holds power before this eye. Falsehoods dissolve. Disguises unravel. Lies crumble.

– Essence Revelation: Sees the structural flaws in all things—physical, magical, and spiritual.

– Abyssal gaze: A wound suffered under this gaze does not heal naturally. Even magic struggles to restore what has been undone. Wounds fester, curses deepen, the very essence of recovery fights against itself.

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"One eye to create. One eye to destroy.

One to build. One to break.

One to see beginnings. One to see endings."

I sucked in a breath as realization settled over me.

These weren’t just enhancements to my previous abilities.

They were absolute.

The Divine Eye of Origin wasn’t just about observation—it was comprehension at the deepest level. It let me see life in its purest form, to read and manipulate its structure like a sculptor molding clay.

And the Abyssal Eye of Ruin…

It wasn’t just about unveiling hidden things.

It was understanding the truth of their destruction.

I could see weak points. Fault lines in armor, fractures in bones, inconsistencies in energy flow.

Not just what something was.

But what would break it.

Creation and Ruin.

Origin and End.

Balance.

I exhaled slowly.

Then, I raised my gaze—

And for the first time, I looked at the world through my true eyes.

This wasn’t just an upgrade.

This was a complete transformation.

If my eyes were strong before, now they were something else entirely.

They saw the world for what it truly was.

No more tricks. No more lies. No more fake, no more stealth skills, no more misdirection.

If someone tried to hide their true nature—I would see it.

If mana was being manipulated—I would see it.

If a beast was unnatural, cursed, or artificially strengthened—I would see it.

And this was just Level 1.

What would happen when it evolved?

What would I see then?

My throat felt dry.

My heart pounded.

This… this was too much.

Too much, too fast—

But I wasn’t afraid.

I wasn’t overwhelmed.

Because I knew, deep down—

This was always meant to be mine.

I wasn’t Luka.

I wasn’t Akul.

I was both.

And I was ready.

Tomorrow, Everything Changes.

I exhaled.

Slowly, the grimoire closed.

The eye on its cover blinked once—then closed, as if satisfied.

It didn’t vanish.

It just… slept.

Like it had found what it was looking for.

I leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow, I would be working with the Abyssal Egg.

I had signed my first contract.

I had taken my first step toward something bigger.

But tonight?

Tonight, I finally completed my first step towards bronze rank. And inside me, something truly special had awakened.

I wasn’t just a summoner.

I wasn’t just a cultivator.

And the world—

Was about to find out.