inhabited fragthesis

“Well, things are getting interesting now,” Sukmo Lawu smirked cunningly.

In the fragthesis where William currently stood, he struck at the air.

He was predicting something.

The attack would reach Sukmo Lawu.

And so, he could only kill him one way: by striking his heart, until it stopped.

Impossible, even if the attack hit what was assumed to be the heart's location.

What William didn’t know was this: in this world, it’s true that the heart has an origin like in his own world. But there are also differences.

What he didn’t know: a devil’s heart is actually the environmental damage where its core was first formed.

If, for example, the core of a magical disaster eventually becomes a new devil, then that location becomes its heart.

And the devil race can only die if two conditions are met: the damage to the location of its life core formation has disappeared, and the devil is killed exactly at that moment.





William appeared in the fragthesis where Sukmo Lawu was.

His attack struck Sukmo Lawu’s left chest.

Clearly, the strike wasn’t fatal.

Sukmo Lawu was merely pushed back.

He felt no pain.

William fragthesized himself again.

He struck at the air, aiming his hand toward what he perceived as the eye.

If every fragthesis had inhabitants, and they saw what William was doing, they would surely think of him as one thing: insane.

But for someone capable of fragthesizing themselves, that was genius.

William reappeared before Sukmo Lawu.

His hand stabbed directly into Sukmo Lawu’s eye.

It was too sudden—Sukmo Lawu couldn’t react in time.

Although he was difficult to kill...

That attack clearly had an effect.

“Haaah!” Sukmo Lawu roared angrily.

He clenched his fist.

A black mist emerged from his hand.

That mist interacted with the air—

Absorbing it—

A type of energy enveloped Sukmo Lawu’s hand.

The energy couldn’t be seen.

It could only be detected with one thing: detection magic.

That energy consisted of: Manneon particles (Μ), Dorvion particles (δ), and Rhineon particles (ρ).

What Sukmo Lawu saw: nothing. He could see nothing. But his intuition guided him.

Even though blind—

His intuition told him: the blindness was temporary, and even without sight—he could still feel.

He attacked randomly.

Out of 30 strikes—

The final one struck William’s abdomen.

That attack hurled William quite far—29 adult steps away.

His body hurt. His bones felt shattered.

But he didn’t give up.

He wouldn’t allow his plan to fail.

And unintentionally, he gained one advantage: his manna overflowed, because his body had already been invested with Dorvion particles (δ).

With a trembling body, he tried to stand again.

Meanwhile, Sukmo Lawu continued his brutal assault.

After some time, his vision returned.

He quickly grabbed his black sword.

From his movements, it was clear—he was furious with his opponent.

“I’ll make you all die slowly. Never mess with me!” Sukmo Lawu threatened.

In his hand, the black sword. Now, a black mist covered its blade.

Once the mist vanished...

Several energies wrapped around the blade: Dorvion particles (δ), Rhineon particles (ρ), and Manneon particles (Μ).

He raised his sword and slashed it diagonally.

Normally, it would be impossible to harm the allied forces.

But with the sword enveloped in energy...

The results were clearly different.

Although the allied soldiers gained an advantage: free manna...

Some of them came close to death.

Fortunately for William, before the invisible force could strike him—

He had already fragthesized himself.

In the fragthesis where William now was, he discovered something strange: there were many houses there. And not just that—this fragthesis had inhabitants.

“Excuse me, are you lost in this fragthesis?” a voice came from behind.

As William turned around, a figure stood there. Not quite human.

Its appearance resembled a crocodile—no, a gharial. But humanoid.

“Who are you?” William asked.

“I’m Pandi,” the crocodilian man answered.

Pandi knew something, even without using detection magic. He could feel the energy surrounding William’s body.

He recognized the three types of energy cloaking William. There was only one cause: Teloptrogen—an exotic form of hydrogen—hydrogen whose nucleus contains a Hadron Kulibrum. Pandi knew that Hadron Kulibrum had the property of absorbing other particles. But it couldn’t absorb particles that had interacted with Dorvion. He also knew which particles left residue in the form of Rhineon and Dorvion.

“Are you fighting the son of Demon King Somo?” Pandi asked.

“What does the son of Demon King Somo look like?” William asked to be sure.

“His strongest form has a head shrouded in black smoke,” Pandi explained.

“Yes,” William confirmed.

“I thought so,” Pandi muttered.

He immediately left—not out of fear.

He left to prepare something.

A large sword, with a dull green shimmering blade.

“Take this and face him seriously. Even if you can’t kill him, at least you’ll run him out of moves,” Pandi handed him the sword.

William gripped the sword—and instantly vanished from Pandi’s sight.

He reappeared before the allied soldiers.

Carrying a sword made of a metal he didn’t recognize.

But unlike William, Randiman and his three guards did recognize it. They knew that metal: Exoferite—an exotic form of iron—iron with a nucleus composed of Hadron Diomer and Addfeon. A synthetic metal from a long-lost race.

“Where did you get a sword with an Exoferite blade?” Randiman asked.

“From one of the fragtheses,” William replied.

“Dion,” Sudirja signaled.

A glowing pattern formed in the air, shining with the blue of hibiscus flowers.

Sudirja looked toward the Dion magic circle.

“This thing called Exoferite seems to be the perfect weapon,” Sudirja nodded.

William raised his sword and advanced step by step. His steps appeared noble—like a true knight.

Sukmo Lawu slashed the air with his black sword.

The mighty blade in William’s hand resonated with invisible energy.

Light flared from the blade.

A pattern formed along one side of it.

Clearly—this was not anyone’s magic.

It was magic from the sword itself—the sword William now wielded.

William’s body felt incredibly light. No, it wasn’t gravity.

It was the sword’s own enhancement magic.

He shot toward Sukmo Lawu. And his enemy didn’t even have time to think.

One of Sukmo Lawu’s arms was severed—the one holding the sword.

“So, you’re starting to underestimate me,” Sukmo Lawu growled.

His severed arm trembled and reattached itself.

Black smoke spread.

All the allied forces began choking. The surrounding air was thinning. The black smoke absorbed it, making it hard to breathe.

Only Randiman and his three guards were unaffected—they didn’t need to breathe.

Because they were made of water.

But that wasn’t the case for William.

The sword he held had already provided air—and that air came from shadow particles. That air went straight to his lungs.