Hard Swing.

Description: You can swing stuff in your hands REALLY hard.

That was it.That was the skill and its description.

Usually, skills have cooldowns. Mana costs. Delays... a penalty. Or at the very least, clearer definitions that can't be conceptualized or manipulated.

But this one was different.

Initially, Van took it at face value. Stuff in his hands, to him, meant a sword. Really hard meant instinctively twice as hard as he would normally swing it.

That skill's potential depended entirely on its user's interpretation.

After all, it did not specify how hard really hard was. It did not specify just what exactly needed to be in your grasp to be swung. It did not specify a certain length or angle that was required to activate the skill.

But Van didn't see this until much later.

A few months after acquiring the skill, he learned that stuff could also mean other objects—like knives. A bit later, he realized that swinging was also the motion you make before throwing something; hence, he began using the skill to amplify his throws.

It was only much later, when he faced a dire crisis, that he was forced to evolve.

That was when he looked at the skill not through a technical lens...

...but a nearly conceptual one.

Just how far does your wrist need to tilt for it to count as a swing? A swing could even be a picometer-long movement... or even 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 cm of your wrist.

Thus—it could be activated a few billion times in a single instant.

And stuff... Just what is stuff? It's a sword. Stuff is a rock. A knife...

But soon, Van realized that stuff was also the armor he wore.

The enemies he managed to grab hold of. They, too, were stuff—and thus could be swung and manipulated via his skill.

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A few months later, when he thought of a contingency plan to deal with the dragons... he thought the answer lay within his skill, just as it had when he fought Kota Kintaro—the other transmigrator. Varolia's proxy.

There must be more, he realized.

Stuff was armor. Stuff was rock... Hence—stuff is something physical, right?

…Then it came to him like lightning.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC: Hans Zimmer – Oogway Ascends – Kung Fu Panda Soundtrack]

Stuff is the wind. Stuff is the air they breathe.

Stuff... is mass.

Matter.

He remembered learning in his previous world that even light has its own particles... Hence, physical objects.

Stuff. All of it.

Thus—could be swung or manipulated.

THUS—

Hard Swing: Void Orbit was born.

The swing of existence. And through Void Orbit, he realized there was no limit to how far, no limit to how fast, no limit to how much he could shift—how much he could swing away.

"And that is how..." Van murmured, looking up at the clear sky, with Bella holding his hand, "I sent the dragons to another planet. This one, that I discovered roughly ten years ago as I ventured through space.... Hard Swing, x45,023,001,471,230,120,423,991,221.3465122"

Bella's mouth hung open.

The sky was a living tapestry... Tens of thousands of dragons wheeling through the heavens, sent there by Van from their own world. And before him, the Dragon King himself bowed low.

! "We are godless creatures. Since the sundering from our dominator, our purpose hath been but to endure—and to conquer. Aye, we were desperate, and masked that desperation with the veil of pride," the Dragon King said, his vast lids lowering and lifting as he regarded Van.

! "Yet this day we have beheld true might. Van Hellix… thou hast granted us a godless realm to roam, a godless realm to rule. Long have we denied the Dragon God his lordship; we believed no soul worthy of such a style."

He lifted his gaze to Van's calm, almost lazy eye.

! "But thou art worthy. Inevitably so."

Bella swallowed, glancing at Van.

'Daddy… is… amazing… huh?'

Van folded his arms. "Don't sweat it. I had fun experimenting with my skill anyway."

A low, rumbling laugh rolled from the Dragon King.

! "Thou hast grown more eloquent o'er the years, Van Hellix."

Van smirked. "Didn't know you were grading eloquence now."

! "How should I not prize that which a being like thee doth prize?"

Van flinched, a small swallow betraying him.

The Dragon King turned to Bella.

! "This extendeth to thee, offspring—Bella."

She blinked.

! "Thou art fortunate to call him father."

He faced Van once more.

! "And for what it is worth, Van Hellix—call upon us whene'er thou hast need."

"Oh?" Van arched a brow. "If I'm asking you for help, that means in that moment I'm weaker than you. You sure about offering that?"

! "Aye. As thou didst aid us at our weakest."

Van was quiet for a beat.

"…If you say so." He turned, reaching for Bella's hand.

'Daddy…?' Bella tilted her head at the sudden softness in his grip.

"Let's go, Bella," he said, meeting her eyes. "Time runs a little funny here."

"What…?" she asked, narrowing her gaze as the two of them stepped away.

... And Van had used Void Orbit.

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