infinity transmigrate

Okay. Good news: he successfully entered the temple without dying. Bad news: he found that weird, misty dude again. And worst news—the kind Kael never expected?

His system could talk.

Punch it in the face.

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Kael stepped inside. The huge doors creaked as they shut behind him, echoing in the vast space.

The interior of the temple was clearer than the misty world outside. Here, the air was still, cool, and surprisingly breathable. No swirling fog obscured his vision.

A faint, dim light seemed to emanate from the very walls, casting a soft, otherworldly glow.

The floor, made of the same dark material as the exterior, was polished to a mirror finish. Pillars that looked like solid, dark crystals rose from the ground.

They stretched up to an unseen ceiling in the distance.

It felt less like a building and more like a cavern carved from solidified starlight.

"Holy hell," Kael muttered, his voice ridiculously loud in the silent temple.

He ran a hand over his jaw, his eyes wide. "What is this place? Some kind of weird temple? Looks like it's been here since the world was born."

He started walking, boots making no sound on the polished floor. Each step took him deeper into the colossal structure.

That guy... the one in the mist. Kael's brow furrowed. Why the hell did he just walk away? And why'd he lead me here? Was he even real? Or just another part of this whole... dream?

He shook his head as frustration washed over him.

'If this is a dream, it's the most fucked-up, realistic one I've ever had. I pinched myself, for god's sake! It bled! Dreams don't bleed!'

Lost in thought, Kael wasn't paying attention. He rounded a towering crystalline pillar, still muttering under his breath—

WHUMP!

He smacked headfirst into something solid.

"OW! Son of a...!" Kael stumbled backward, clutching his forehead. He rubbed the throbbing spot, wincing. "Damn it all! What the hell was that?"

He looked up, glaring at the thing he'd just crashed into. Another massive door—this one even larger than the one he'd entered through. This gate was different from the smooth outer one.

It was carved with swirling symbols. It showed strange figures with too many limbs and eyes that looked like distant stars.

The material was the same dark stone as the rest of the temple, but somehow, it seemed darker. There was no handle. No latch. No seams.

"All right, you overgrown slab of rock," Kael growled, still rubbing his aching head.

He took a breath and pushed. Nothing. He pushed harder. Still nothing. He tried kicking it. Then he slammed his shoulder against it.

Each attempt failed miserably.

"Open, you piece of shit!" he bellowed. His voice echoed back at him mockingly.

After more failed attempts, he felt frustrated and desperate. He slumped against the door and slid down to sit on the cool floor, panting.

"Just... open... already..."

He leaned his head back and stared up into the crystalline ceiling above. Why am I even here? What's the point of all this?

His mind reeled, replaying everything—the mist, the vanishing man, this damn temple. There had to be a reason. Brute force wasn't working. He'd tried everything.

Then, like lightning through fog, a thought struck him.

If brute force ain't gonna cut it... Maybe it's something else.

He sat up, eyes scanning the door again. Not for a handle—something else. Something subtle.

His gaze swept over the intricate carvings and strange symbols... and then he saw it. Faintly carved into the dark stone, a glowing sequence of words was almost lost among the designs.

"Aha!" Kael grinned through the bruise on his face. "Bingo!"

He scrambled up, tracing the glowing words with one finger. They weren't any language he knew—ancient, flowing, but somehow familiar to his soul.

He leaned closer and whispered the sounds, feeling them vibrate on his tongue.

"Kael'ath-nui. Zhar-ul. Tel-ash-ka."

As the last word left his lips, he pressed his palm against the stone, fingers curling into a loose fist. The glowing words pulsed once—then vanished.

With a deep breath, Kael twisted his hand, like turning an invisible key.

SHHHIIIIKKKKK—THUMMM!

With a groan louder than before, the massive door began to part.

The sound was like grinding mountains.

Kael stared, his frustration dissolving into stunned triumph.

"I almost broke my skull on this thing, and all it needed was a damn password?" He chuckled. "Well, that was easy."

He stepped through.

A cold, heavy air washed over him—thick with dust and stillness.

Beyond the door was not a hallway, but a black void.

Kael stepped into the tomb.

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The door groaned shut behind him, sealing him into deeper darkness. Kael squinted, his eyes adjusting—and then froze.

Before him stood five colossal figures.

Not one. Not two. Five.

Arranged in a half-circle, all facing him.

His heart jumped into his throat. For a moment, he felt they might be alive—ancient guardians awakened by him.

He stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and landing with a splash in the shallow water that pooled here too.

"Bloody hell!" he gasped, scrambling backward on hands and knees. "What in the... You nearly gave me a heart attack, you bastards!"

He blinked. Rubbed his eyes.

They hadn't moved.

Stone. Just statues.

He sighed, slumping in relief and annoyance. "Just statues, Kael. Get a grip, you idiot."

He stood slowly, cautious, and approached the first figure.

A warrior in dark metal armour made of overlapping plates. The plates are etched with glowing patterns. A massive two-handed sword hung at its side, resting point-down against the floor. The stance? Coiled. Ready to strike.

Next was a robed figure, hood low, face hidden. A heavy, intricate cape flowed from its shoulders, unmoving in the still air. It held an ornate lantern—unlit, but strangely radiant.

"That's fancy," Kael muttered, moving to the next.

An archer, bow drawn, arrow nocked. Frozen in the moment before release.

Then came the fourth—wielding a scythe. Wickedly curved, taller than Kael. This one felt... wrong. Even in stillness, it radiated menace.

Last, slightly apart, stood a blindfolded woman. She held a massive hourglass in her arms—like she was cradling time itself.

"Jesus Christ," Kael whispered, circling them slowly. "Who the hell are these guys? And why do they look like they're about to jump me?"

He glared at the armored statue. "You scared the crap outta me, you big lump of rock."

He stopped in front of it, reaching out hesitantly. His fingers brushed the leg armor, cold and smooth.

"What is this, then?" he muttered. "Some kind of... test? Like those old stories? Pick a path, get a job?"

"A keen observation, young one."

Kael yelped, spinning around, heart leaping to his throat—for the second time.

Leaning against the now-closed entrance, as if he'd been there the whole time, was the misty figure.

Dark coat. Wide-brimmed hat. Shadowed face.

"You!" Kael pointed a shaky finger. "Who the hell are you?! Where did you come from?! You just vanished!"

The figure straightened, pushing off the wall. "You wish to know who I am?" he said, calm, almost amused. "You will know my name... eventually. When the time is right."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Kael clenched his teeth. Cryptic bastard. Just say your name like a normal person.

The figure stepped forward. One, two, toward the center of the statues.

Kael flinched as he passed—an unnatural chill brushing his skin.

The man stopped before the armored statue, resting one gloved hand on its chest.

"Do you know of these beings, young Kael?" he asked, gaze sweeping over the five.

Kael snorted. "How the hell would I? I just got here! I don't even know where here is!"

The man chuckled—a dry, echoing sound.

Kael could sense amusement radiating off him, like an adult humoring a stubborn child.

"These five," the figure said, gesturing, "represent the Five Primordial Beings. The very first. Those who shaped the universals."

Universals? Kael blinked. What the hell is he talking about?

The man turned toward him, gaze sharp even through the shadow.

"Have you awakened all your memories, Kael?"

Kael hesitated. "No. I mean, some of them. Bits and pieces. Like... gaps in a story. It's all jumbled."

"No more riddles," Kael said firmly. "Seriously. Who are you? What's going on?"

The figure sighed, not amused this time.

He stepped forward and placed a hand on Kael's shoulder. Surprisingly warm.

"You need to know everything that happened, Kael."