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Asef did many things after arriving on Yaka.

He made contact with the planet's strongest inhabitants, those who ruled with sheer presence.

They were unlike anything he had encountered before—creatures bound to both form and flame, spirit and command.

They called themselves Dragon Keldars.

Individually, none of them surpassed him in power. But they were not simply individuals. They were a collective. A hive of purpose and shared might.

He could not afford to anger them.

So, instead, he made an agreement.

It wasn't surrender. It wasn't a partnership. It was convenience, and both sides understood that.

They allowed him to move freely, and in turn, he did not disrupt the balance they kept.

His initial goal was still the same—return to his world. Return to the galaxy he came from. To find the brother who had taken everything from him.

But something changed.

He encountered beings far beyond the Dragon Keldars. Beings whose words shaped reality, whose mere existence bent the rules of magic and logic. Ascended existences.

He spoke with them. Bargained. Listened.

And learned.

He didn't need to return.

He didn't need to retrace the path to the past.

He only needed to move forward.

The explorer ship that brought him to Yaka, once a prison of fate, was now a vessel of freedom.

He could use it. He could explore. Claim. Conquer.

And eventually, he found Trion.

Through whispers of the ascended, he heard of a world tied to the fate of many others.

A place of convergence.

A world where the threads of strength, legacy, and potential were tangled together.

He entered Trion quietly.

He had no plan at first.

He wandered.

He watched.

Until one day, he saw it—proof that the cycle had not ended.

A ship entered the atmosphere.

Not a Trionian vessel.

It came from his home galaxy.

And with it, someone who should not be here.

His heart screamed—not with joy, not with fear—but with a storm of unresolved emotion.

And, of course, Asef did what he had always done.

He turned it into hate.

He sharpened it.

Refined it.

Directed it.

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He couldn't face Efsa directly. Not yet. Not in a fair fight.

He knew his limitations, and he knew his brother. Efsa had become a symbol. A living legend. To defeat him in open combat was impossible.

So Asef did what he always did—he planned.

Then came a ripple.

Whispers. News.

In the town where Efsa lived, a human king had visited. And he had been beaten by Efsa himself.

The reason?

He had saved a girl.

Asef's first emotion was anger.

The name Efsa—a meaningless anagram of his own—was now used by someone playing the hero.

It was infuriating.

But then he paused.

How did Efsa know his name?

Had he always known that Asef survived?

Had he known that his brother was still in the military? Still alive?

No... probably not. Asef forced himself to calm down.

Their ship had vanished. It was likely declared lost. Maybe even turned into a story of tragedy and heroism.

Efsa must have seen his name in the records—his current name. Asef.

And he would have recognized him. He would recognize the red eyes seen through the helmet. They had once shared everything. Even fate.

That was the most plausible explanation.

Then came the second emotion. One he wasn't ready for.

Joy.

It was fleeting, fragile, but there.

Efsa had saved someone.

He cared.

Asef's world had crumbled under the weight of one truth—that his brother had taken everything and felt nothing.

But this... this was different.

This girl, Silk—she mattered to him.

Asef had found her name easily.

And with it, he found his purpose.

Revenge wasn't just an idea now.

It had a shape. A face.

He reached out.

Through whispers and hidden channels, he found the power players of Trion.

Humans were gone at that point, buried in history.

Maguses were the dominant force.

And among them stood two figures of interest—Charon and Birna.

He approached them. Manipulated them. Bargained.

Another agreement.

And this time, he used Charon.

Used him to strike down Silk.

Efsa's most precious person.

It was done.

Asef watched from afar as the chaos unfolded. As Efsa's fury exploded across the region.

He watched.

And waited.

For something.

Joy.

Closure.

Relief.

But... there was nothing.

No warmth. No satisfaction. No vengeance fulfilled.

Just emptiness.

Was this it?

Was this the peak of revenge?

A hollow victory?

He didn't know where it had gone wrong.

Maybe it was him.

Maybe he had killed the part of himself that could feel.

Maybe suppressing everything but hate had left nothing to fill the void.

But even as the emptiness lingered, his hatred didn't fade.

It was still there.

A pillar. A spine.

So, he returned to the only thing left.

Ascension.

He would rise. He would get stronger. Stronger than Efsa.

And then... he would kill Efsa.

Not just hurt him. Not just scar him.

End him.

Permanently.

Of course, that path wasn't easy.

He needed strength. Levels. Power.

And he needed a battlefield.

So, he turned to Trion.

This world was ripe for destruction.

There were many people with high levels. And they could turn into experience for Asef.

He would tear it down and use its collapse to climb higher.

After Efsa ascended, he went back to Yaka.

He wasn't alone anymore.

Yaka had its own problems. Its own hidden factions. They would also benefit from Trion's fall.

They offered support.

And then, someone found them.

The Zeno.

A bridge between worlds.

The final piece of the puzzle.

With it, he could infiltrate Trion fully. Enter it without resistance.

Leaving would be a problem since he changed the coordinates of the Zenos before he had a proper level, but it didn't matter.

If he won, he would ascend from Trion.

If he failed, there was nothing to return to.

He collected some of the strongest existences in Yaka.

And he stepped through.

Into the Zeno.

Into Trion.

Everything was ready now.