It happened without warning.

  One moment, he was in his room—then in a blink, he wasn’t. No light. No sound. Just a strange shift, like reality itself had hiccupped.

  The boy found himself in an unfamiliar place. Forest. Humid air. Foreign sounds. He stood barefoot on damp soil, surrounded by giant trees. His heart raced. He couldn’t understand the writing on signs. The people he encountered spoke in tongues that made no sense to him. He was lost, alone, and terrified.

  The strangest part? The people who saw him ran.

  Soon, a group appeared—humans, elves, and other beings that looked vaguely human. They shouted, pointed, and chased him. Panicked, he ran. He didn’t even understand why. Before he knew it, they’d caught him. Bound him. Dragged him through towns, ignoring his pleas.

  They believed he was a demon. They had seen his aura—powerful, chaotic, and entirely unknown.

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  Without a trial or explanation, they threw him into one of the most secure prisons in the world—deep beneath a volcano. The heat was unbearable, the walls suffocating. He was fed and given water, but the guards never spoke to him. No one explained why he was there.

  The prison was designed to suppress everything—physical strength, magical energy, even the will to resist. No one had ever escaped. And for the boy, days turned into weeks.

  Then, something changed.

  While lying on his stone bed, awake, he was suddenly teleported.

  He opened his eyes to find himself in a boundless white space. The ground was flat and endless, the sky equally pale. There was no up or down, no sound—just stillness. He called out. No response.

  Here, in this void, something awakened.

  He found he could create fire in his hand. Then water. He could fly, breathe, move freely.At the same time he tries to get out.Over time, he learned to mold the world around him. He trained relentlessly. He copied himself, experimented with pain, time, elements—everything. Each copy was him—there was no original. Every injury one suffered, they all felt. Every discovery was shared. He studied science, tested the laws of this strange place. He built, broke, and rebuilt. Time passed differently here.

  He spent 2.5 years inside this white world. No food. No sleep needed. Only learning, experimenting, adapting.

  Then, he found a way out.

  He reappeared in the prison.

  Only 12 minutes had passed in the real world.

  Guards and prisoners stared in stunned silence. No one had seen him vanish—and now he stood before them, changed. His aura flared.

  In that moment, without chanting a single word, he raised his hand—and teleported himself out of the cell.

  The guards froze. Magic wasn’t supposed to work in the prison. Let alone magic without incantation.

  And now, fear bloomed in their hearts.

  The boy had returned—but he was no longer the same.