Now came the hardest part: imagination and visualization. There was no direct channel of energy transmission between the soul and the body, yet there was one. Every cell, organelle, and molecule in the body was connected to the soul. However, in its normal state, this energy connection was almost entirely one-way—from the soul to the body. To reverse this, I would need to either build individual reverse seals around each channel and activate them simultaneously for a brief moment or construct one large seal encompassing the entire body. The first method was nearly painless but impossible without highly advanced artifacts or, as some might say, an "eightieth-level" intelligence—a strange phrase, and I wondered where it originated. Since I had neither, I would have to take the more painful, difficult route.
Mentally, I began constructing a sphere around myself, composed of numerous runic circles intersecting at different planes. It took about twenty minutes. I was concerned that my brain, unprepared for such intense visualization and rigid fixation of images, might simply give out. There was a real risk of mental shutdown. But, to my surprise, I felt no discomfort—my brain handled the load effortlessly. Had the experience of reassembling my soul from fragments played a role? Perhaps. Exactly! My brain had been operating at maximum capacity for thirteen years, aiding my mind and soul. It made sense now.
Once the sphere was complete, I linked it to the "Accumulation-Transfer" seal, where the resonance of energies triggered an exponential surge of life energy. Three seconds before activation. Energy leakage? None. The chance of local wizards detecting my magic? Minimal. I prepared to enter a meditative state, disconnecting my mind from my body to endure what was coming.
Pain. Sharp, searing, and unbearable—both physical and mental. It prevented me from "floating" away with my consciousness. I couldn’t shut down from the shock; I could only endure. Disconnecting my mind from my body eliminated the physical response to pain—my body didn’t scream or convulse—but it didn’t make the experience any less agonizing.
Two endless seconds of hellish pain, and then it was over. The seals faded, and my mind returned to a body that ached in every subatomic particle. The phantom sensations were terrible but faded quickly. After ten minutes, I was back in the lotus position, trying to sense my energy. Judging by the sensations, everything had gone as planned—the energy of life now flowed within my soul. The feeling was unmistakable, like an innate understanding that it was simply *there*.
The next stage involved forming a magical construct without a name. This construct would be created within the body and activated by any type of energy, designed for versatility. Once activated, it would merge with the soul and begin searching for the specific energy the wizard required. Upon finding the necessary energy, the spherical construct would draw it in, causing resonance across its surface. This resonance would trigger a sudden spike in energy-specific indicators, prompting the soul to activate its inherent self-defense mechanism—releasing excess energy. However, the vector of energy movement would already be set, preventing the soul from expelling it through the body.
The soul, however, is indestructible. This is a universal law, proven by the elves. The disintegration I experienced after death required specific conditions that no one in my memory had ever recreated. Even if the soul could be destroyed, its core—the essence of the soul—would remain intact. Such a surge of energy wouldn’t harm me; the stronger the resonance, the stronger the soul would become, limited only by the mind’s ability to process the sensations and changes. True, once the resonance subsided, everything would return to its original state, with a slight increase in the soul’s density—a pleasant bonus, though its practical benefit eluded me.
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The essence of these manipulations was that the infinite multiplicity of dimensions existed on a single plane. The soul and the spiritual plane of the world were closest to the energy dimensions, making them the ideal medium for this work. When the energy load within the soul from the magical circuit became sufficient, the soul would briefly "touch" the necessary energy dimension, releasing pressure into an identical environment. Like attracts like, bending and compressing the universe to the required dimension. However, such manipulations with reality left traces, establishing a weak but nearly unbreakable connection between the soul and the energy dimension—in my case, life. My task was to stabilize and strengthen this connection.
The problem was that this could happen in five minutes or an hour. I could simply go to sleep and not miss the moment the connection was established...
I reached my bed and collapsed onto the neatly tucked blanket. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I felt a sharp tremor, and a viscous wave of sensations coursed through my body. The connection had been established. It was quick, though not phenomenally so—it was a matter of chance.
Strengthening and stabilizing the connection was straightforward. I needed to use the energy of the dimension evenly and over a long period. Typically, this was done using an amulet with a crystal accumulator and a magical circuit for even energy transfer. However, I had no such device. I lacked many things, but it wasn’t due to poor preparation—I simply didn’t know where to find magical or familiar items here, and crystal accumulators had always been expensive. Still, I could manage on my own. Life energy wasn’t like fire; there was always a use for it. For example, my body.
Diagnostics indicated that my body was in good condition, but that didn’t mean it was perfect. There was always something to clean, improve, or optimize. In the memories of an elf who had followed the path of a wizard and healer, there were techniques for refining the body to an ideal state—a mandatory procedure for elven children. Elves were born as ordinary children, albeit with good genetics. But by the age of twenty, they underwent so many preventive manipulations that they became ageless, with heightened sensory abilities and a clear mind. Centuries of self-improvement in mind, magic, and body made elves visually ideal. Some thought being born an elf automatically made one beautiful—naive, though elves weren’t naturally unattractive.
Now, I applied one of the magical constructs to my body: *Minor Purification*. The name conveyed its purpose—cleaning the genome and body of minor impurities. My understanding of this came not from the elf’s memory but from fragments of humans who lived during the era of spatial expansion. Their memories were mostly useless—focused on a consumerist society. However, their knowledge of genetics proved valuable, revealing what the elves had altered with magic. It was fascinating how fragmented knowledge from different eras merged into something cohesive. The human genome, unlike the elven one, was cluttered with junk DNA, viral remnants, and harmless but useless mutations. Removing these wasn’t simple. For example, human and chimpanzee DNA was over 98% similar. It was the remaining 2% that determined the differences between the species. But it wasn’t just the genes themselves—their arrangement relative to each other was crucial. A single careless change could lead to either incredible success or catastrophic failure, with the latter being far more likely. So, what to do? My fragmented memories provided the answer.
And my memory advised me not to delve into this yet. I lacked the necessary knowledge. Relying on the elf’s confidence in his healing experience, I had nearly made a grave mistake. Perhaps it would have worked out, but it was better to gain proper knowledge first. Fine. It was time to activate the construct.
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