Amidst the desolate and dark forest whose darkness consumed an entire flight of helicopters, Damien stared at his status display for a few seconds. Its bluish hue reflected from his face.

The newly summoned Extraterrestrial Monsters granted him three personal skills, each of which was more intriguing than the last.

Dreams of Eternity, an ability belonging to the Starlight whose sheer presence alone brought madness to anyone nearby.

Void Maw originated from the Great Devourer, an interdimensional entity residing in the nothingness that divides realities.

And finally, Ancient Wisdom. It was bestowed by the Prothonean, an alien-like intelligent humanoid monster far stranger than the ones he had summoned beforehand.

He glanced at the tall and pale humanoid creature beside him and questioned. "Hey, do you have a name?"

The alien-like entity tilted its head, its full pitch-black eyes stared at him. "I do not have a name, Lord Oberon. I am but a humble servant."

"Humble servants, huh? Everyone with a brain calls themselves modest and a lackey," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head.

Whether it'd be one-star monsters or four-star abominations, everyone with intelligence considered themselves his humble servants.

He wasn't complaining, since it was a positive for him to have the complete loyalty of his monsters. But it was peculiar regardless.

"Alright, I'll call you Proton from now on." Damien decided to be straightforward, recalling the scenes of him naming the monsters before the one before him.

"I am deeply honored to be named by Lord Oberon. Does the great one require my assistance?" Proton humbly asked, its head bowed towards the one it considered its master.

"Yes, I do need your help. You see... Usually, when I gain new abilities. I tend to use these powers of mine on those whom I consider my adversaries to test their effects."

Damien expounded, prompting the pale and tall humanoid monster to nod in understanding. "As expected of the master, efficient and ruthless."

"I presume the great one is asking how to test such powers without the need for targets? After all, some might require actual live creatures to be effective."

"Yes, you're right." He nodded, relieved that Proton was incredibly smart, not requiring more information than necessary.

"To test our abilities without targets is difficult, especially when talking about mental or corruptive ones like poisons and mind control."

"But it is possible. The master merely has to use the ability and understand its concept. After all, it is the power of the great one."

"Only the lord can understand their power, even without the opportunity to test these abilities," Proton explained with eloquence, earning the nod of its master.

"Understanding my ability from within, hm? I never tried that." Such ideas tend to originate from stories, so he didn't bother pursuing the subject.

But the New World and the Aether that flooded it were far from what was considered to be real in the insight of the Old World. The current era was far more magical than those before it.

It was the one and only, a transformative age where reality evolved.

With this in mind, Damien closed his eyelids and activated his first newly acquired personal skill, Dreams of Eternity. It was derived from Starlight, an entity of infinity.

Knowledge flooded his mind, the concept of the skill unveiling itself like the thick covers of a revolving book. Three words were imprinted within his thoughts.

Dreams, Eternity, and Imprisonment.

It seems that Dreams of Eternity was capable of dragging its victims into an eternal dream that would leave them brain-dead in an instant.

Those who could withstand it would become frozen like puppets, unable to move as they cycle through never-ending dreams. An interesting power.

Especially when he could control the intensity. He could make their dreams pleasant and happy, eternal like the paradise or the heaven of old.

But he could also turn these dreams into nightmares, endless pain and suffering resembling that of the underworld or hell.

Its potential relied on his creativity. It was unfortunate that he couldn't test the personal skill on someone. After all, there was no better way to understand something than by utilizing it yourself.

Damien sighed to himself and introduced his second newly acquired personal skill belonging to the Great Devourer. It was Void Maw.

The nature of the power was terrifying. Conjuring a maw of nothingness where those eaten would become forgotten by existence itself.

It reminded him of Severance, though it was more targeted, unlike the gargantuan area of attack that took the shape of a Microcosm.

Void Maw might be one of his first executing attacks. After all, most were support offensive skills, capable of damaging, but not truly battle-defining. None were trump cards.

They were more akin to utility skills.

When speaking of his offensive capabilities, he primarily relied on his monster army to bring the most damage to adversaries he considered dangerous.

In simpler terms, it was good that he had finally received an actual ultimate attack skill. If the target couldn't dodge, Void Maw would bring annihilation to them.

Endurance and defense were useless against it.

"If I could combine Dreams of Eternity and Void Maw, it would be devastating to those who face me," Damien mumbled to himself, nodding at the idea.

The mere thought alone made him inwardly chuckle.

"But the punishment of Void Maw is dangerous." His expression became cold, understanding that what the skill does was worse than death.

"After all... A person can only die when two requirements have been accomplished. The death of the biological body and being forgotten."

"Once these two are reached, they are truly dead, for they no longer exist in reality, in any shape or form." As thought before, it was a terrifying power.

"Perhaps, I should use it on those I loathe the most," Damien remarked, deciding to make it his final trump card. After all... Rarely did he meet anyone who deserved such a fate.

In any case, he turned his attention towards his final personal skill, derived from the alien-like humanoid monster beside him. It was deemed Ancient Wisdom.

From the word alone, he understood that it was a support skill that would provide him with augmentation one way or another. How? It remains a question that needs to be answered.

Damien didn't hesitate as he activated the personal skill. From that moment, his eyes dilated as information flooded his mind like the surging tide of a shattered dam.

Everything within a hundred-meter radius became an imprinted vivid knowledge from the atoms to its imperfect qualities.

It brought a rare pounding headache that rivalled or surpassed the pain of speaking the name of an important friend.

He clenched his fist as time steadied into a single moment. The personal skill was dangerous, not because it was capable of inducing pain. But it's unparalleled intensity.

Ancient Wisdom had given him all the information that could be bestowed upon within a radius of a hundred meters. Bloated data about how many atoms encompassed him.

From the fact that the leaves would flutter over two million times in the span of their lifetime, signifying the dangerous weather of the New World.

Whether it'd be the past or future, he could probably predict anything that would enter the hundred-meter radius domain. However, the question was, could he maintain it?

Unfortunately, despite his mind being augmented and the fact that he was an Aberrant, half a minute was the maximum he could do.

Beyond that, he would be treading in unknown territory that might result in an outcome one would consider as death.

Regardless of its intensity, Ancient Wisdom was an intriguing and convenient power. After all, information was vital for power.

It could decide the outcomes of conflicts that might appear never-ending.

Damien looked at Proton beside him and inquired. "I tested one of my abilities, and it provided me with complete information within a certain radius. The power was derived from yours."

"Can you acquire information the same way?" Since Ancient Wisdom originated from the Prothonean, its ability must be identical to the skill.

"Yes, but I cannot leave the state of completeness. My limit is a hundred meters, Lord Oberon." Proton answered as though it were a matter of fact.

"What information can you derive from me?" Damien raised his eyebrows, curious about the answer of his monster. After all, complete information wasn't merely its present data.

But past and future as well.

"Sadly, I cannot answer, great one." Proton shook its head and added. "To me, Lord Oberon is a black hole, a patch of nothingness in something that is existence."

"I cannot gain information from the lord, and it gives me relief. "

"Prothonians have never known ignorance, for everything around us has always been understood. I thank the master for granting me my subservience." Once again, Proton bowed to its master.

Damien glanced at the alien-like and humanoid monster before sighing to himself. "I will be relying on you, especially that mind of yours."

"I shall be yours to wield." The Prothonian faded into the darkness, returning to whence it came from.

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