In Another World With Omnitrix

Not with sound, but with pressure—twisting mana that bent space like molten steel. The pulse that followed had separated them, scattering the elite guilds across the layered dimensions of the anomaly.

But not alone.

Each fragment of the dungeon seemed to have swallowed a portion of the team whole, forming twisted battlefields of their own. Inside each pocket zone, the rules were different—and the threats waiting inside were more than just beasts.

They were answers.

And warnings.

Theron Kaelis & Veyra Duskbane – Core Vault

The ground here was obsidian-gray, but laced with silvery etchings—circuitry pulsing with dormant energy. Theron stepped forward cautiously, his steel-plated boots ringing out with each step.

Behind him, Veyra Duskbane cracked her neck lazily, flanked by a dozen of her Obsidian Dawn members. Their black-and-red armor shimmered like coiled heat.

"Cozy little tomb," Veyra muttered, dragging her blade along the ground.

"Don't disturb the markings," Theron said, voice steady.

She glanced at him, smirking. "You say that like they're still asleep."

The group moved forward in formation, sweeping through the narrow corridor toward a vast, circular chamber. In the center hovered an object—a black sphere, humming with faint pulses.

The moment they stepped into the room, the sphere split open.

Six crystalline sentinels emerged, each one shaped like a warped knight—long limbs, segmented armor, and relic cores embedded in their heads. They dropped silently from the walls and hovered above the floor, weapons forming from their arms.

Then they attacked.

Theron met them head-on.

His blade flared with runes of judgment as he cleaved through the first construct, shattering its core with a single calculated strike. Beside him, Veyra blurred forward, her obsidian blade trailing red energy. She danced between the remaining sentinels, each swing leaving afterimages of flame.

Behind them, their guild members held formation, pushing back against two more sentinels that tried to flank. One screamed as a corebeam grazed his shoulder, but held firm.

"These aren't scouts," Theron said, parrying another strike. "They're guards."

"Guards mean treasure," Veyra replied, stabbing one through the eye. "Or secrets."

The last construct reeled, leaking violet energy from its cracked torso. Theron raised his palm, runes flashing—and sent a concentrated wave of sealing magic that blasted it into the chamber wall.

Silence returned.

The black sphere flickered.

Then it projected something.

A map.

Not of the dungeon—but of something buried far below. An object... circular. Familiar.

Theron frowned.

"This place isn't reacting to our presence," he murmured. "It's guiding us."

Veyra's eyes narrowed. "To what?"

Neither of them had an answer.

Only the pulse that came again—from deeper within the dungeon.

Galen Thorne & Elric Sylvanis – Verdant Prism Zone

Elsewhere, the air was different—warmer, thick with humid mana.

Galen stood atop a moss-covered platform overlooking a sunken forest biome. Trees bent in impossible angles, and the ground glowed with blue bioluminescence. Standing with him were eight members of the Glacium Pact, armor marked with the sigils of frost.

Beside him, Elric Sylvanis knelt near a glowing root system, his Verdant Chain hunters spread out and watching the canopy.

"This area… it's too stable," Elric said. "Like it wants us to lower our guard."

Galen didn't answer immediately. His breath fogged in the air. "It's not real. The environment is reacting to our core elements—ice and nature."

Just then, the forest floor groaned.

A massive creature burst from the canopy—a twisted hybrid of plant and mineral. It had multiple limbs made of crystalized bark, and glowing cores pulsed in three locations across its body. A screech like grinding stone erupted as it charged.

The guilds moved in tandem.

Elric called forth enormous vines from the earth, wrapping one of the limbs and yanking it down. "Target the side cores!"

Galen raised his arms, summoning a wall of frozen air. With a single gesture, he launched spears of glacial mana into the creature's back, one of them cracking a core in its shoulder.

The beast retaliated, slamming down with its remaining limbs.

Two hunters were flung back, one hitting a tree hard—but the others closed ranks.

Elric's staff glowed with primal energy. "Keep it disoriented!"

Galen hurled a frost burst beneath the creature's feet, causing it to stumble. "Now!"

Elric's vines surged like whips, wrapping the creature's upper torso. He drove his staff into the ground, channeling mana through the root system until it converged at the beast's center.

With a blinding flash, the central core shattered.

The creature collapsed, breaking apart into shimmering fragments of energy and plant matter.

The forest shimmered—and the illusion fell away.

Behind the fake trees and terrain was metal.

Pure, seamless alloy.

"This wasn't a forest," Galen muttered. "It was cover."

Elric nodded grimly. "We were never meant to explore this dungeon."

"We were meant to be studied inside it."

Meanwhile, in another layer of the dungeon...

The central pulse returned once again.

All across the anomaly, the relic at its heart began drawing energy. Rooms shifted. Floors rearranged. Traps realigned.

It was only beginning.

And it had already learned from their attacks.

End of Chapter.

Thank you for reading.

A/N: Damnnn 3 chapters....