The abilities were what you would expect from a sequence 8 potion but a bit more enhanced and the acting method for this sequence was vague.
By his knowledge, he currently thought of two methods of creating life, the first was if course try to roll for a character well versed in alchemy to help him create a homunculi and the other way required.... biological methods he currently had no reason to participate in.
Apart from the sequences, he also had to train his inherent Determination—Which in this world could be classified as a sealed artificat ir even a sephiroth if he really pushes it.
Compared to other pathways, Charas seems to have less abilities but that could be because it was not apart of the sequences of this world which were interconnected in a way. Maybe he could gain a craft essence which could help him.
[Notice, Upon reaching Sequence 7, the host can unlock hero enhancement, ability enhancements and palingenesis.]
Palingenesis. Rebirth. Reconstruction. Chara closed his eyes, analyzing the term with the cold, hyper-logical hardware of his new Sequence 8 brain. If Sequence 8 was a Genesis Cell, then Sequence 7 was likely where he would transition from merely modifying his own biology to fundamentally rewriting the rules of the world around him.
But to get there, he had to digest this potion. And to digest it, he had to create or Modify life or he could modify or create certain events that could change the plot of this world but that would cause problems he probably didn't want to interfere with.
Either way those were things he didn't want to interfere in. The protagonist of this world is competent and was already suffering so it would be sad to make his situation difficult.... But maybe he could interfere with some things, just a tiny bit, nothing significant really.
He looked at his current pool of servants and was a bit tempted to try his luck.
"Hey, since i advanced a sequence, those my mana increase and can i also use these craft essences in other ways."
[System Notification: Mana Capacity and Craft Essence Utility Update]
[Host Mana Capacity: Expanded. Current Cap: 150 Units. Baseline regeneration rate increased by 40% due to the cellular optimization of the Genesis Cell.]
[Craft Essence Functionality: Unlocked for Variant Application. Craft Essences are no longer restricted to passive conceptual buffs. The Host can now project their concepts physically into the environment or use Structural Analysis (B) to extract their blueprints, allowing for the temporary fabrication of the mystic items depicted within them.]
Chara raised his brow, this new function seems more like projection sorcery than an actual function Or maybe something closer to tracing.
Chara stared at the floating text, his newly upgraded neurological pathways breaking down the information with the dispassionate efficiency of a quantum computer.
Using Structural Analysis (B) on a Craft Essence didn't just mean gaining a passive buff anymore. It meant he could look at a card like Black Grail or Jeweled Sword Zelretch and literally pull the metaphysical blueprint from the concept, translating it into a physical, tangible tool in the real world using his own mana as a catalyst.
But items in fate are things not to be used likely.
But having the jewelled sword Zelretch, the weapon or tool that could draw out an infinite amount of mana from many different versions of him from alternate realities was broken.
If he had that, he could probably give X the ability to infinitely spam her secretcalibur.
Chara shook his head and decided to leave everything till tomorrow, it would be best if he slept, despite being a sequence 8 beyonder, he was still fundamentally a human.
He looked at the forming group.
"I'm going to call it a night." And just as he said that, Jack's ears perked up and just like a kitten devoted to followings their owner wherever they went, she stood up and walked towards Chara with a smile.
"Mommy is tired, I'm tired to, so I'll sleep with Mommy." Jack said with a sweet smile on her face.
Chara's lips twitched, he was still not getting used to being called mommy, it's not like he was going to turn into a woman or some— actually...since Tiamat is the primordial mother....that could probably happen but the system wouldn't allow that, at most he would probably turn into a girl and then become aome kind of genderless creature at higher sequences.
The name of this custom pathway is called the Child of Chaos and 'Child' didn't exactly specify any gender. Chara does not mind, he might as well accept that inevitability early.
Now...about letting Jack sleep with him...well the floor isn't all that bad, he has slept on worse. The roofs of houses weren't the most comfortable sleeping places but hey, atleast he had somewhere to follow.
Tiamat hearing Jack looked curious, she stood up from tha arm chair and walked towards Chara too.
"Ah~" She said and chara translated to her also wanting to sleep with him, though the concept of human sleep was still strange for heroic spirits.
Chara already knew this was going to happen, why wouldn't he, he had two of the most clingy servants in all of fate.
Which made him turn his gaze to the only normal one polishing her sword with a face that said 'do not imbolve me'.
Chara... was not willing to be the only one to be bothered, he must also make sure this semi–normal person is also involved in this precarious situation. "X, As your master, i command you to follow us into the room, only if you want to though."
She stopped her polishing.
Mysterious Heroine X adjusted her cap, her expression remaining entirely serious as she stood up. She slid Secretcalibur back into its sheath with a clean, metallic click.
"Understood, Master," she said, her voice dropping into a flat, professional soldier's cadence. "An Assassin must remain within proximity of the target—or in this case, the master—during high-risk nocturnal cycles. Rest assured, if any Saber-class entities attempt a mid-dream ambush or try to infiltrate this apartment through the plumbing, I will execute light-speed tactical disassembly before they can cross the threshold."
Chara's lips twitched. "You can atleast act flustered or something, anyways, didn't you have two swords if i remember."
MHX pouted slightly before she looked away, crossing her arms defensively. "That is confidential, anti-Saber technical specifications data, Master. A true Heroine never reveals her entire arsenal unless the enemy pulls out a golden sword and starts screaming about the glory of Britain. But since you are my Master..." She peeked from under the brim of her cap, her expression softening just a fraction into a genuine, sheepish pout. "...the other one is currently resting in the cosmic subspace. Pulling it out requires a higher ambient mana density, or a particularly aggravating Saber signature to lock onto."
Chara couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Fair enough. Let's just get some rest."
The transition into the bedroom was less of an organized retreat and more of a gentle domestic collapse. The double bed in the room was spacious by Backlund standards, but with four entities occupying the space, it quickly became a complex puzzle of limbs, cloaks, and historical paradoxes.
Jack immediately claimed the spot directly to Chara's left, curling into a tight, protective ball with her head resting near his chest, her breathing slowing into a soft, steady rhythm almost instantly. Her clean surgical knives were placed precisely on the nightstand within arm's reach, reflecting the faint crimson glow of the moon bleeding through the curtains.
Tiamat didn't understand the concept of a mattress, but she understood proximity. She settled on Chara's right, her massive, dark-veiled form providing an unsettling yet deeply comforting aura of absolute defense. Her presence alone seemed to warp the local spiritual fabric, creating a localized boundary layer that shielded the room from the residual psychic noise of the Backlund night.
And then there was MHX. True to her word as a professional tactical operative, she refused to actually get under the covers. Instead, she sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her back leaning rigidly against the wooden footboard, her tracksuit hood pulled low. Her hands remained resting lightly on the sheath of Secretcalibur across her lap.
"X," Chara muttered sleepily, his voice muffled by the blanket. "You know you can just lie down, right?"
She looked at the bed hesitantly. "The tactical position at the vanguard of the mattress is statistically optimal for preventing flanking maneuvers," X insisted, though her voice lacked its usual sharp edge. She stared at the small space left at the very edge of the foot of the bed, her fingers twitching slightly against her sheath. "Furthermore, an elite Saber-slayer does not require luxury. A hard wooden floor in a space capsule is my standard deployment environment."
Chara let out a heavy, bone-deep sigh, the Genesis Cell potion humming in his veins as it slowly settled into his cellular matrix, inducing a massive wave of post-evolution fatigue.
"X. That is a direct request from your Master. Lie down before you give me a headache."
A brief pause hung in the dim room, broken only by the rhythmic, soft breathing of Jack against his ribs.
"…Understood. Executing domestic compliance protocol," MHX muttered.
With stiff, almost mechanical precision, she tilted sideways and let herself drop onto the mattress at the foot of the bed. She didn't untie her scarf or take off her cap, choosing instead to curl up in a rigid, defensive posture with her knees pulled tightly toward her chest, keeping Secretcalibur hugged securely between her torso and arms like a highly volatile security blanket. Even in her sleep-deprived stiffness, the faint, comforting scent of cosmic ozone and cheap convenience-store tracksuits drifted from her across the blanket.
Chara closed his eyes, finally letting the darkness take over.
The Dreaming Sea
When Chara opened his eyes, he wasn't in the bedroom.
The air was thick, heavy, and smelled distinctly of ancient salt, wet slate, and the faint, stinging trace of burnt gunpowder. Above him, the sky was a deep, bruised violet, devoid of Backlund's soot but filled with a massive, swirling vortex of dark clouds.
He was standing on a black beach, the sand beneath his boots shifting like liquid obsidian. Ahead of him stretched an infinite, perfectly still ocean of dark, iridescent blue water.
The Sea of Life. Tiamat's domain within his subconscious spiritual world.
"Strange." He said as he looked around, this did not look like a dream but he was aware it was one.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
His thoughts were interrupted by the beating of a heart, he looked towards the sea, his vision blurred before zooming towards a distance.
And there he saw it.
Above the ocean was a beating red herat shaped object that was dripping a dark malicious liquid onto the water underneath it, slowly staining the blue water a darkish and muddy blackish red.
[Warning You have come in contact with HATE]
[Warning you have come in contact with the fragment of the Third Magic 「Heavens Feel」]
[Warning, your incomplete Spiritual world is beginning to undergo a change. The Sea of Life and Hatred is beginning to form.]
[Due to the characteristics of 「Determination」 , the onject is now classified as a seph—]
Chara stared at the floating, incomplete text as the System notification glitched and froze in his peripheral vision, unable to finish processing the word.
seph—
seph—
[ERROR: CONCEPTUAL OVERLAP]
The massive, rhythmic THUMP of the floating heart echoed across the black sand beach, vibrating directly through the bones of his spiritual body. The dark, malicious fluid dripping from it didn't just stain Tiamat's Sea of Life; it hissed as it hit the water, boiling into a thick, crimson-tinged mist that smelled of absolute malice and centuries of accumulated grudges.
HATE.
It was a substance he knew all too well from his past—the condensed essence of a soul's ultimate rejection of the world, a force capable of overriding the natural laws of life and death. But here, in the melting pot of his newly evolved Genesis Cell soul, it was reacting with something entirely different.
The Third Magic: Heaven's Feel.
The realization hit his cold, Sequence 8 brain with mechanical clarity. The Third Magic was the materialization of the soul. It was the key to true immortality, allowing a soul to exist permanently as a physical entity without the need for a flesh-and-blood vessel.
Because the FGO system was pulling real, physical beings into this world instead of mere spiritual copies, the metaphysical blueprint of the Third Magic was already woven into the system's framework. And now, Chara's raw, unyielding Determination was acting as the violent adhesive forcing these three absolute concepts together.
The ocean beneath him began to churn. The deep, iridescent blue of Tiamat's primordial waters clashed violently with the oily, creeping crimson of HATE, while a brilliant, golden spiritual circuit—the conceptual light of the Third Magic—tried to bind them into a stable shape.
The floating red heart began to compress, changing its form under the immense pressure of his Determination. It was no longer just a stray fragment of corruption. It was being forced into a divine structure.
[System Notification: Calibration Forced by "Determination"]
[Metaphysical Restructuring Complete.]
[The fragmented concepts have synthesized a unique spiritual anchor.]
[New Soul Attribute Unlocked: Sephirot Fragment — The Red Fountain of Genesis]
[Current Status: Dormant / Incomplete]
[Description: A localized, subconscious source of reality-warping energy born from the fusion of the Sea of Life, the materialization of the soul (Third Magic), and the conceptual purity of HATE. It exists as an anomaly outside the 22 Pathways of the Creator, anchoring your existence as a unique 'Pillar' in the astral realm. At higher sequences, it will allow you to physically materialize spiritual constructs and enforce your own 'Laws' upon reality.]
Chara's Eyes of the Primordial flared wide within the dream. Through his upgraded Structural Analysis (B), he could see the glowing, transparent blueprint of his own subconscious.
The red heart had solidified into a massive, jagged crimson crystal hovering high above the dark ocean. It was a fountainhead of pure, unadulterated energy, bound tight by golden chains of light. It wasn't driving him insane. It didn't carry the maddening whispers of an Outer Deity or the fracturing chaos of a corrupted Beyonder.
Instead, it felt silent, heavy, and completely subordinate to his will. It was a tool waiting to be drawn.
Suddenly, a massive, towering silhouette materialized out of the dark ocean directly beneath the floating crystal. It wasn't an enemy.
It was not even Tiamat, no it was chara but he was different.
His face and body were completely black and his eyes glowed a crimson red, there was no mout or nose but two curved horns, spiraling to the shape of a heart protrude from his head.
His lower body dissolved into a writhing, shifting mass of thick, obsidian roots that plunged deep into the dark ocean below, drinking from the mixture of the Sea of Life and HATE like a parasitic cosmic tree.
Chara stared at the gargantuan projection of his future self. Through the Structural Analysis (B) running in his hyper-focused dream state, he realized what he was looking at. This wasn't a separate entity or a demon trying to possess him. It was the conceptual blueprint of his own path—the apex form of the Child of Chaos.
The horned, shadow-like silhouette slowly raised a massive, clawed hand. In its palm, a swirling orb of crimson fluid and golden light spun violently, mimicking the newly formed Sephirot Fragment. The entity didn't speak, but a strange sound, a disorted song came out from it's mind.
[Ahh~]
[You have learned the Skill, Madness Inducement(A)]