Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

Necro let the dawn settle around him, the thin place in the world humming quietly at the edge of perception. The Lotus within him pulsed again, drawing in threads of qi that danced like motes of gold in the morning light.

[System Notification: Anomalous Dimensional Thread Detected.]

[Analysis: Thread connected to user's Bloodline Resonance.]

[Warning: Unstable Dimensional Anchor.]

Necro's jaw tightened.

His memories—the foreign ones—flickered again, layered over the world before him. A forest of black crystal stretching beneath a violet sky, rivers of liquid light carving canyons through obsidian mountains, a sky split by a single endless tree whose branches touched the stars.

A name. A whisper.

Yggdrasil.

He didn't know why that name came, but every time it did, something within him shuddered, something ancient and tired and relentless.

The Yellow Lotus pulsed, attempting to stabilize the torrent, pulling the fragments of memory into its layered petals, but even it could not contain the storm for long.

Necro fell to one knee, his hand gripping the stone railing of the terrace as the world spun around him. The Lotus within him was no longer calm; it roared, petals unfurling in defense, streams of qi flooding into his veins to reinforce the structure of his spirit body.

[System: Emergency Stabilization Engaged.]

[Qi Reserves: 62% → 51% → 47%...]

Necro gritted his teeth, forcing himself to breathe, each inhale dragging fire through his lungs as the fracture in the world yawned wider before him.

And in that fracture—

Eyes.

Eyes of gold and black, staring at him across the divide, unblinking, ancient, filled with pity and contempt all at once.

Necro's heart thundered in his chest, and for a moment, he could not move, could not breathe.

"Why… are you watching me?" Necro whispered into the dawn air.

The figure beyond the fracture did not answer. It only raised a hand, the fingers impossibly long, tipped with claws of black jade, and gestured.

Come.

Necro's breath caught, the Yellow Lotus screaming in protest as the fracture pulsed, a thin thread of essence latching onto him, sinking into the core of his Golden Core, pulling, pulling—

Necro's mind tore free of his body.

The world dissolved into a tunnel of green and gold light, each instant stretching into eternity, each eternity compressed into a single heartbeat.

He fell through stars, through rivers of frozen time, through storms of pure Dao that howled against the fragile walls of his spirit, trying to tear him apart.

And then—

Silence.

Necro stood in a void, the air heavy with the scent of ancient earth and ozone, the darkness around him alive with distant echoes.

Before him stood a tree.

A tree so vast it blotted out the sky, its roots wrapping around the world beneath it, its branches piercing the firmament above. Leaves like sheets of emerald glass shifted in an unfelt breeze, each one humming with qi so dense it warped the air around it.

An entity that existed within a world that threw his mind for a loop.

And at the base of that tree stood the figure.

It was like looking into a mirror that had been shattered and reassembled wrong.

He had Necro's eyes, Necro's hair, Necro's face—but older, sharper, lined with scars that glowed faintly with golden light, his presence vast enough to make the world itself shiver.

"You… you are…" Necro's voice cracked.

The figure smiled faintly. "You, and not you."

Necro clenched his fists, the Yellow Lotus pulsing within him, trembling under the weight of this place.

"Why… do these memories haunt me?" Necro demanded, his voice rising. "Why do I feel your pain? Your anger? Your endless loneliness?"

The figure's eyes softened, just slightly.

"Because you are me, Necro. Or rather… you are the part of me that I sent away, across the walls of realms, across the tides of time and destiny."

Necro shook his head, stumbling back. "No… I am me. I am Necro. I—"

"You are the World Tree," the figure said softly, stepping closer, each step causing ripples of light to burst across the void. "You are the Lotus that blooms across realities. You are the seed I tore from my heart and cast into the river of worlds to escape the end. To… save those I held dear."

Necro's breath came in ragged gasps, the Yellow Lotus screaming within him, the Golden Core pulsing erratically, the quiet dawn replaced by the crushing weight of truth.

"You are me," the figure whispered, "and I… am your future."

Necro fell to his knees, clutching his head as memories—countless years of battles, lifetimes of wandering empty worlds, endless loneliness under the deaths of those whom he considered family—rushed through him, flooding his mind, cracking his spirit.

The figure knelt before him, placing a hand on Necro's shoulder, the warmth of it anchoring him in the storm.

"I know it hurts," the figure said. "It will always hurt. Because you are meant to grow, to evolve, to break and rebuild, again and again, until even the Dao itself bows before your will."

"But the price for infinite evolution is pain."

"It's impossible to avoid."

"Impossible to ignore."

"But it is part of you. Just like I… am a part of you."

Necro's vision blurred, tears falling freely, his body trembling.

"Why… why me? Why must I carry this alone?"

The figure smiled, wearing an incomprehensible expression.

"Because only you can."

They stood together in the void beneath the World Tree, the silence stretching, becoming something sacred.

Then the figure's eyes hardened, the warmth replaced by the cold clarity of purpose.

"But this is not the time for you to remember everything, Necro. Not yet. There are paths you must walk, lessons you must learn, petals you must bloom before you can bear the weight of eternity."

"But even after I do what I'm about to do, you will always remember your purpose. And along the way, you will never forget that your path—the only true path—is one drenched in blood."

"This Sect you have joined—The Immortal Sect, Sacred Azure—it is but one step in your endless journey. You have to escape it and drench your existence in blood once more; only that way can you continue evolving your qualities as the Evolution Tree."

"Your subordinates also depend on you. This Sect has distracted you enough; it's time to diverge from your current strayed path and return to your true nature."

"A being willing to do whatever is necessary to advance. That is who you are, Necro; that is who you will always be."

The figure lifted a hand, pressing a single finger against Necro's forehead.

"I will seal these memories once more. But when the time comes—when the world begins to end again—when the barrier between dimensions thins to the extreme, allowing you to face the scars of your past—the scars that took everything from us—you will remember, and you will understand everything."

Necro's eyes widened, his mouth opening to protest, but the world shattered around him, the World Tree dissolving into shards of light, the figure's eyes the last thing he saw.

"Grow strong, Necro."

"I've given you this chance."

"Do what I… couldn't."

The light consumed him.

—

Necro gasped, falling forward onto the terrace, his hands slamming into the stone, the dawn air cold against his sweat-soaked skin.

His heart thundered, the Yellow Lotus pulsing within him, settling, calming, the storm of memories fading into a quiet hum, locked away once more.

But not completely.

A single petal of memory remained, floating within the Golden Core, a seed of something vast and ancient.

Necro stood, his breath fogging in the dawn air, his body trembling but unbroken.

The fracture in the world before him was gone, but the thinness remained, a promise of paths yet to come.

[System Notification: Dimensional Anchor Sealed.]

[Status: Stable.]

[Lotus Evolution: Paused Until Further Notice.]

[Golden Core Stability: 98%]

Necro closed his eyes, letting the quiet of the dawn seep into him, letting the rhythm of the world align with the beat of his heart.

When he opened them, they were clear, steady, the Yellow Lotus reflected in their depths.

"I will grow," Necro whispered to the dawn, the wind carrying his words away. "I will become strong enough to carry everything. To protect a future yet to arrive—to prevent the past from repeating itself."

And in that moment, the Lotus within him bloomed further, a premonition of forty eight petals unfolding, etched with the memory of the World Tree.

Necro smiled faintly.

"Even if it takes a thousand worlds," he said firmly, "I will make it all right."

He turned from the terrace, stepping back into the Sect grounds, the dawn light painting the world in gold, each breath a promise, each step a vow.

Because this was no longer about cultivation alone.

It was a mission.

One that he refused to fail.

—

The days that followed were a blur of quiet cultivation and ruthless training. Necro pushed his body and spirit to their limits, using the stability of the Golden Core realm to refine every technique he had learned, to condense every insight into the core of his being.

The Sect noticed.

Whispers spread among the disciples about Necro, about the cold clarity in his eyes, about the way the qi in the air bent around him when he walked past. About his absurd rate of cultivation. About his ridiculously high combat power.

Some said he had gained the favor of a Supreme Elder. Others whispered he had found an ancient inheritance, a fragment of a lost Dao. Few knew the truth, and fewer still would have believed it if they did.

Riven visited often, watching Necro train, offering quiet corrections, occasionally testing him with sudden attacks that forced Necro to adapt, to evolve in real time.

"Your movements are too rigid," Riven said one morning as Necro blocked a strike, only to have the elder's palm slip past his defense and stop an inch from his chest. "You must let the Qi guide your flow, not just your movements."

Necro nodded, sweat dripping from his chin, his eyes never leaving Riven's.

Necro's strength was immense, enough to completely overpower Riven, yet he limited himself. To temper himself, he restricted his cultivation.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each exchange pushed Necro further, forcing him to weave the insights of the Yellow Lotus into every movement, to see the flows of qi not just as energy but as pathways, opportunities, potential waiting to be realized.

His understanding deepened.

And the Lotus within him reacted in response, representing subtle advancements in his cultivation.

From Early to Mid to Late to Peak—he ascended through the Golden Core Realm. Even without actively sitting down in meditation, his cultivation increased.

—

One night, as the moon hung low over the Sect, painting the world in silver, Necro sat cross-legged in his room, the Lotus within him pulsing softly, the Golden Core glowing like a tiny sun.

The memory of the World Tree returned, not as a storm but as a quiet whisper, a single image that floated in the darkness behind his eyes.

A gate.

A gate of black stone, covered in runes that pulsed with the light of a dying star, standing alone in a wasteland of ash and silence.

And beyond that gate, a voice.

"Necro."

Necro's eyes snapped open, the moonlight catching in them, reflecting the endless possibilities of the Dao.

"I will find you," Necro whispered into the silence.

And his Lotuses pulsed once, quietly.