That night, after the match, Anthony sat cross-legged in his room. The success of the day made him curious.
"Master," Anthony asked mentally. "You said you are a Millennium Soul. But why are you so different from others? Why did you wait so long?"
Aetherion's voice became solemn, echoing in the vast space of Anthony's consciousness.
Because ordinary souls are just 'fragments'. They are memories and skills left behind when someone dies. They are tools.
But I... I am a complete soul. I did not die and reincarnate. I chose to seal myself and sleep through the eras.
Why? Anthony asked.
Because the world goes through cycles, Aetherion explained. Every ten thousand years, the world changes. The laws shift. I slept until this era because I knew that a new age was coming. An age where magic, science, and cultivation will merge.
You, Anthony, are not just hosting me. We are merging. You are the vessel, I am the foundation. Together, we are not just reusing old power. We are creating something new. We are the Millennium Soul—the bridge between the ancient past and the infinite future.
Anthony felt a surge of pride and destiny. He wasn't just a late bloomer. He was the start of something entirely new.
"Then, Master," Anthony opened his eyes, glowing with purple light. "Let's shake this world to its core."