"But..."
His gaze sharpened.
What if I create millions of souls—each one holding a single trait?
The thought was insane, yet not completely out of reach.
He had already used his Nightmare Element to create things before.
Creating shadows of his soul was something he could do easily.
"If I give each copy a different trait, then link them all back to myself..." Neo’s fingers drummed against his arm. "I could resonate them together. The output would multiply exponentially."
He frowned slightly.
"Well, if I combine them like that, only one of the traits would be strengthened. That’s not what I want."
Neo had a different plan.
He wasn’t going to let one trait be strengthened due to resonance.
His goal wasn’t to generate more energy from resonance or to empower a single trait.
He wanted to resonate the traits with raw force.
"Raw resonance," he murmured. "If the effects of all traits are combined, the result will be something else entirely. Something unnatural like an abomination."
The word didn’t frighten him.
If anything, it intrigued him.
He thought of a metaphor.
It was like cutting sheets of paper into animal shapes.
One sheet was cut into a cat, another into a dog, another into a shark, another into a dinosaur.
Individually, they had form.
They were recognizable.
Each of these ’shaped paper’ was a trait.
But what if he stacked them all together (resonate them) and looked from above?
Nothing.
The overlapping cuts would blur into nonsense.
It wouldn’t look like a cat, or a dog, or anything else. Just a strange mess of shapes that meant nothing.
"That’s what happens when you resonate traits forcefully without trying to generate the resonance energy or strengthen a single trait," Neo said. "It wouldn’t create anything comprehensible."
But what if he took scissors to the stack?
What if he trimmed away everything that only appeared once, and left behind the shapes that appeared most often?
"If most of the animals had tails, then the tail stays," he muttered. "If only one or two had it, then I cut it off."
It was simple logic.
By removing the rare and keeping the common, he would end up with something new. Something consistent.
"And when I look at the stack after that... I’ll see a chimera."
A new trait.
One not born from a single Origin Rune, but from the echoes of millions.
It wouldn’t preserve the unique nature of the individual traits, but it would carry the common denominator.
Neo’s eyes glinted.
"I’m giving up the uniqueness of traits for unique abilities... in exchange for a trait that gives me enormous raw power."
The new trait wouldn’t be complicated.
It wouldn’t give him some fancy new ability or a delicate trick.
But because it resonated with the shared nature of millions of traits, whatever effect it would give no matter how basic would be overwhelming, and tremendous.
"Alright."
Neo closed his eyes.
He spread his Nightmare Element outward.
Energy bled from his body and stretched across the barren plain where he stood.
The ground cracked under the weight of the element, then split open as countless nightmares rose.
One by one, copies of his soul flickered into existence.
They weren’t perfect.
They lacked his Existence, and without that, they could never become true beings.
But that was fine.
They didn’t need to be true.
They just needed to be anchors.
"Half-true is enough," Neo whispered.
The copies lined the barren plain like a vast army, stretching farther than the eye could see.
Each one carried his shape, and his eyes, but they were hollow, and incomplete.
Neo pointed to them, and traits began to flow.
Millions of runes tore themselves from his body and drifted into the copies.
Each hollow soul received one. A single trait, burned into its core.
When the last rune had left his hand, Neo clenched his fist.
"Now... Resonance."
The plain shook.
The copies shivered as power sparked between them.
A web of resonance began to form, millions of threads connecting each soul to the others.
The traits clashed and sang like a discordant roar echoing through the barren land.
Neo shut out the noise and forced control onto the resonance.
"Strip away everything unique," he reminded himself. "Keep only what repeats."
One by one, the effects of the traits fell away.
Rare abilities, strange mutations, unique quirks. They all were sealed off.
The borrowed traits were stripped down to their simplest forms.
Neo gritted his teeth.
His body trembled under the sheer force.
"Keep cutting," he muttered. "Don’t stop until only the common denominator remains."
The resonance shrieked louder.
A storm of conflicting power ripped across the plain.
The barren ground tore apart in vast fissures, stretching toward infinity.
The horizon cracked like glass.
Then, all at once, the storm collapsed.
Every copy of his soul froze.
Millions of traits hummed.
Neo staggered back as the point pulsed.
It felt as if he was sharing a common heartbeat with all souls he had created, feeling the traits.
As if a giant burden (new trait) was being carried by all his souls together.
The new trait was near completion.
Bael leaned back slightly, studying him.
"What did you do? I’ve seen thousands of monsters and gods rise. But this feels like something else. Honestly, it feels like you could kill a Grade 5 Stage 6 God with one punch. What the hell did you do, princess?"
Neo raised a brow at the title but didn’t argue it.
He opened his palm once more, then closed it tightly.
Veins ran across his hand as power coursed through.
"I’ll explain later," Neo finally said. "But thanks for the pocket universe."
Bael blinked as Neo stepped forward and vanished in a blur, the oppressive aura fading from the hall as quickly as it came.
The hall returned to silence, but Bael remained sitting on his throne, hand still propping his chin.
He muttered under his breath, "This brat gets more and more ridiculous every time I see him."
...
Neo POV
Neo reappeared far from the hall, on a barren stretch of land that extended endlessly.
He lowered himself onto a large rock and sat cross-legged, focusing inward.
His pulse was steady, but the power surging through him felt bottomless.
He drew a slow breath.
"What the hell was that, Heavenly Record?"
A faint hum answered in his mind.
[Analyzing...]
He waited, staring at his palm.
[Analysis complete.]
[Godfather—]
"Neo."
[...]
There was silence as the Heavenly Record 1 paused, then attempted again.
[Godfather—]
"I’m deleting you if you call me that again."
Neo frowned, rubbing his temple.
The response came without hesitation.
[Master—]
"Alright, you seriously want me to delete you? Fine. Be my guest."
[Wait!]
The words appeared hastily, almost panicked.
[All Heavenly Records are going to call you Godfather or Master. Even if you erase me, this won’t change. Now, go ahead, delete me if you like.]
"...Huh?"
Neo froze.
He had expected begging, or an excuse to live from the Heavenly Record.
Instead, the damn thing accepted death while casually reminding him he wouldn’t escape the embarrassing name anyway.
’...damn it.’
He sighed.
"Just tell me what happened."
[Your current physical strength is approximately 9,117,598 times greater than before your breakthrough.]

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