Marco always believed that something was missing from the periodic table. Sure, it was structured based on atomic number, electron configurations, and recurring chemical properties. Yet, there was something absent—something no one dared to explore.

He had been chasing it. Like a madman.

Was atomic number 118 really the end? Marco never agreed with that.

People had different theories, but one thing was clear: some elements might exist in extreme environments, such as the depths of black holes or the chaotic energy of neutron stars.

Some reports even suggested that dark matter and strange quark matter could be new forms of elements. Yet no one had reached a point where they could prove their theories.

Not anymore.

Inside a glass chamber, shadowy tentacles writhed, pulsing with an eerie, otherworldly glow. The chamber was so small that Marco had to use a quantum microscope just to glimpse inside. But it was there—alive, moving, undeniable.

His heartbeat pounded. His years of research—his obsession—had finally led to this moment.

The 19th group of periodic elements.

Element 119.

It had never been part of the recognised 18 groups of the periodic table because it was different. Vastly different. Different in a way that defied reality.

One moment, the element was inside the chamber.

The next moment, he was inside.

A wave of nausea overtook him as his body convulsed, mirroring the chaotic movement of the writhing mass.

“Wha—”

Marco staggered back, his breath shallow, cold sweat clinging to his skin. His hands trembled as he forced his gaze back to the quantum scope.

It was gone.

The element he had spent seventy years searching for—

The element he had sacrificed everything to obtain—

The element he had finally discovered—

Vanished.

His pupils contracted.

Then, the world shifted.

Something pulled him. To somewhere far away.

Marco’s eyes snapped open, assaulted by a blinding white light. His vision blurred, his senses disoriented. A sharp, acrid metallic smell filled his nostrils—the sting of sodium hydroxide.

His breath hitched.

Sodium…?

There was no doubt. The air reeked of it. But this wasn’t just the faint whiff of a controlled reaction, it was thick, unnatural, overwhelming. His vision adjusted, and he nearly lost his composure.

He was standing on an enormous platform, surrounded by dozens of teenagers, all soaked in an abnormal amount of sodium hydroxide. He wanted to scream. To run. But his body refused to move, as if locked in place by an unseen force.

Wait…

Something was wrong.

Aside from the overpowering smell, he felt nothing. No burning sensation. No pain.

At this concentration, sodium hydroxide exposure should have been lethal—eating through flesh in seconds. And yet, his skin remained untouched.

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His gaze darted to the other teenagers.

They stood eerily still, their expressions blank, their eyes frozen forward. Unblinking. Unbreathing. Then Marco followed their gaze—

And his blood ran cold.

An old man floated in midair.

Yes—floated.

His very presence distorted the air around him. An unnatural aura of sodium surrounded him, reacting with the moisture in the atmosphere to form a fine cloud of sodium hydroxide particles, flickering like ghostly embers before dissolving.

Marco’s mind screamed at the impossibility.

How was this happening?

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He had dedicated his life to scientific logic, to the certainty of equations and atomic structures. But this…?

This violated every law of chemistry, of physics, of rational thought.

And yet—it was real.

A horrifying possibility crept into his mind.

Did he lose his sanity after losing the element?

His breath quickened. His pulse pounded. Then his eyes widened as a more terrifying realisation struck him.

'Where am I?'

'Did someone… kidnap me?'

Impossible.

His lab was one of the most secure locations on Earth—a fortress of steel, quantum encryption, and reinforced containment fields. There was no way someone could have broken in, drugged him, and teleported him to… wherever this was.

No.

This wasn’t just abduction. Something far worse had happened.

He forced himself to breathe. To focus. But the world around him remained wrong.

The teenagers stood like hollow statues, their chests unmoving, their gazes frozen. Not a single twitch. Not a single breath.

Like projections rather than people.

His vision blurred—

Then—

A flash.

A life not his own.

Faces. Places. Words. Fragments of memories that did not belong to him crashed into his mind like shattered glass.

His knees buckled as an alien flood of emotions surged through him.

"No…," his voice trembled,"that’s not mine."

The visions faded, leaving him with only the pounding of his own heart.

His stomach sank.

"Did I just… transmigrate?"

A stunned silence filled the air. Then, a grin spread across his face.

”…Into the world of Periodic Elementallists?”

Impossible!

Absolutely, practically, physically, chemically—impossible.

But… theoretically?

His eyes darkened. His mind whirled.

'What if Element 119 isn’t just a normal element… but something that connects Earth to another dimension?'

A sudden shift overtook him, and he was back on the platform.

But this time—

The teenager standing beside him moved, stiffly at first. Then, like a chain reaction, the entire scene came alive.

The frozen crowd stirred. Their lifeless gazes blinked awake.

And then—

A thunderous voice echoed through the air.

“And so begins the Attuning Ceremony of Lavester—the moment that will decide your worth in this world.”

The words rang through the air like a divine decree, shaking Marco to his core. His thoughts raced. The memories of his current body unraveled one after another. He wasn’t hallucinating. This wasn’t a drug-induced dream.

His senses were too sharp, his mind too clear, and the impossible reality around him was too tangible. He had truly been transported, thrown into a world beyond human comprehension.

He should be panicking—a common reaction when being pulled into something incomprehensible. But no. He was excited, because the door of mysteries was waiting for him to explore.

Marco directed his gaze to the platform. The old man raised his hands, and nine pillars of pure energy erupted from the platform, each shimmering with a different color. Marco recognized them immediately.

The periodic groups. Each pillar was an embodiment of elemental families.

“Close your eyes,” the middle-aged man spoke. “Allow the elements to choose you. Don’t resist, for you shall lose your lives in foolishness.”

Marco did as he was told. In the next instant, he found himself alone in a white expanse. Nine pillars floated above him, and from them, countless threads extended into him.

He could feel them—their happiness, their desire to be with him. And strangely, he felt the same. It was a serene sensation, as though he were growing an extra organ inside his body.

The nine pillars fixed themselves in nine corners, forming the shape of a nonagon. Marco marveled at their structure, fascinated by the new “apartments” forming within them.

Then, he felt a pull on his body.

He knew—he had already completed his attuning. Excitement bubbled in his heart—only to freeze in sheer terror.

From behind the pillars, something gigantic rose into the air.

Countless tentacles danced from it, coiling around each of the pillars.

Crack.

Marco heard a sharp cracking sound.

One of the pillars suddenly fractured. His eyes widened as, one by one, each of the nine pillars cracked under the crushing grip of the tentacles, breaking into pieces.

Crunch.

Gulp.

And so, the nine pillars disappeared from his sight, devoured by a writhing mass of dark tentacles. A rush of darkness was the last thing Marco saw before he lost consciousness.

Then—

Silence.

A moment passed.

Then, a sound.

A voice—deep, resonant, inhuman—whispered into his mind.

“You do not belong to the periodic families.”

A pause.

Then, it spoke again—low and grinning.

“You belong to me.”

Marco’s vision snapped back into focus—

And he woke up gasping.

The ceremony platform was still there.

The old man was still floating.

The world had not changed—

But Marco had.

He felt it.

Something inside him had shifted—something forbidden.

And he was no longer just another participant.

He was something else.