Darkness ed around Adrian like a familiar shroud, pulling him away from the modern world in an instant. The sensation of shiftiweeies no longer felt fn—it had bee a cycle, a transition that felt both seamless and disorienting. When the pull ended, he stood once again in the vast, empty void, the only presence beside him being the ever-watchful Cube.

  The six glowing orbs from before floated in the distance, pulsing with ahereal rhythm. Adrian's gaze briefly settled on them before shifting toward the Cube, who hovered silently, as if waiting for something.

  Adrian exhaled softly, taking a moment to adjust before speaking.

  "So… that was fate?"

  The Cube's voice resohrough the void, calm and impassive. "Indeed. You have pleted the trial."

  Adrian furrowed his brows. Though he had lived aire life in that world, something about it felt… inplete. Like a part of him should have remembered more, yet the memories slipped through his grasp. He could recall the moments he learned about fate—the interpy of choices and predetermined outes—but there was something deeper, something off.

  He didn't dwell on it. Perhaps it was the effeoviween worlds.

  "What did you learn?" the Cube asked.

  Adrian took a moment tanize his thoughts before replying. "Fate isn't just about predetermined paths. It's a web—interected decisions that ripple through existence. Some outes seem iable, but the paths to reach them shift. It's not somethi in stone, yet at the same time, it 't be entirely avoided."

  The Cube remained silent for a moment, as if pting his words. Then it spoke. "You have grasped the something although not the essence of fate. With that, your trial is plete."

  Adrian crossed his arms. "So, what's ?" His eyes drifted to the six orbs once more.

  "There were six glowing orbs at the start," he tinued. "Time, Chaos and Order, and now Fate. That makes four trials pleted. The fifth should be Space, right?"

  The Cube firmed, "Yes."

  "So am I going through the Space trial ?"

  "No."

  Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

  "You don't o undergo a trial for Space," the Cube stated. "Uhe other primordial ws, I am the embodiment of space itself. That means I guide you in its principles whenever necessary. For now, there is no need for you to grasp it as a separate trial."

  Adrian processed the expnation before nodding. It made sehe Cube had already demonstrated a level of trol over space that defied natural ws. If it could help him directly, there was little reason tle through a trial for it.

  "Alright," he said. "Then that leaves the sixth orb. Is it another w?"

  "No," the Cube answered. "The final trial is not a cept, but a world."

  Adrian narrowed his eyes. "A world?"

  The Cube pulsed with a faint glow before tinuing. "Your rial will take p a mortal realm—a woverned by cultivation. It is a pce where the strong traheir limits, and the weak are left behind. There, you must carve your own path and overe the trials that await."

  A cultivation world…

  Adrian had read about such worlds before, stories of martial power, assion, and a sects. A pce where strength dictated survival and the pursuit of immortality was the ultimate goal. But if this was a trial, then there had to be a deeper purpose behind it.

  "So my goal in this world is to transd?"

  The Cube's glow dimmed slightly. "Yoal is to survive, learn, and asd. The mortal world is merely the beginning. If you ot e, then you will never reach the heights necessary to trahe universe itself."

  Adrian asked curiously. "And you won't help me? wouldn't it be you if I were to asd quickly and be of help to you."

  "I have already set the stage for you. I speak with you here and provide guidan limited ways. But if I interfere too much, the bance of the world will be disrupted."

  Adrian's eyes narrowed. "You meaher primordial ws?"

  The Cube was silent for a moment before answering. "The other ws are not se like I am, but they are not powerless. They govern the universe, even if they do not actively shape it. If I interfere too much, their influence may react—perhaps not sciously, but instinctively. And if that happens, the mortal world itself could be erased as an anomaly."

  A quiet uanding passed betweehe primordial ws may not have will or i, but their presence alone shaped reality. If the Cube acted against the natural flow, it could draw unwanted sequences.

  Adria out a breath. "So, I have to hahings myself."

  "That is correct."

  He closed his eyes briefly before opening them with renewed resolve.

  "Then send me in."

  The Cube pulsed once, and the void trembled. The rial was about to begin.