System Versions

Mohamed found himself standing in front of a massive, ancient door. The door was adorned with intricate carvings and symbols that seemed to shimmer and glow in the dim light.

As he approached the door, it slowly creaked open, revealing a narrow passageway that stretched out into the darkness. Mohamed felt a shiver run down his spine as he stepped through the doorway and into the unknown.

He found himself in a maze of reflections, with multiple paths stretching out in every direction. The walls of the maze were made of a strange, mirror-like material that seemed to reflect every aspect of Mohamed's personality.

As he navigated the maze, Mohamed encountered reflections of himself that represented different aspects of his personality. There was the confident, assertive Mohamed who was not afraid to take risks. There was the cautious, analytical Mohamed who weighed every option carefully before making a decision. And there was the fearful, uncertain Mohamed who was plagued by doubts and anxieties.

Mohamed realized that he had to confront and resolve these inner conflicts in order to reach the center of the maze. He took a deep breath and began to navigate the twisting passageways, using his self-awareness and introspection to overcome the obstacles in his path.

As he walked, the reflections of himself began to fade away, replaced by a sense of clarity and purpose. Mohamed felt like he was getting closer to the center of the maze, and he pressed on with renewed determination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mohamed reached the center of the maze. He found himself standing in a small, circular chamber filled with a brilliant, pulsing light.

The light seemed to be calling to him, drawing him closer to the heart of the maze. Mohamed felt a sense of excitement and trepidation as he reached out to touch the light.

He found himself standing in a dark, foreboding labyrinth filled with strange creatures and illusions. The air was thick with the scent of decay and corruption, and Mohamed could feel a malevolent presence lurking just out of sight.

"Welcome to the Hallows of Shadows," a voice whispered in his ear. "Here, you will face your deepest fears and anxieties. Are you prepared to confront the darkness within?"

Mohamed steeled himself and nodded. He knew that he had to be brave if he was going to make it through this challenge.

With a deep breath, he stepped forward into the unknown, ready to face whatever terrors lay ahead.

As Mohamed walked through the Hallows Ground, the darkness seemed to press in around him. He could hear the sound of scuttling creatures and the creaking of twisted, nightmarish trees. The air was thick with the scent of decay and corruption, and Mohamed could feel a malevolent presence lurking just out of sight.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a twisted, corrupted version of himself, its eyes glowing with energy.

"You're not worthy," the corrupted Mohamed sneered, its voice like a rusty gate. "You're not strong enough to wield the power of the Awakening."

Mohamed felt a surge of fear, but he knew he had to stand up to the creature. He took a deep breath and spoke, "I am worthy," he said, his voice firm and steady. "I am strong enough."

The corrupted Mohamed laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "We'll see about that," it said, and with a wave of its hand, the room was filled with a blinding light.

When the light faded, Mohamed found himself facing a series of illusions, each one designed to test his courage, his wits, and his resolve. Standing in a familiar place - his childhood home. But something was off. The walls were cracked and broken, the furniture was overturned, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was his mother, at least how he thought his mother look like. but her eyes were black as coal, and her skin was twisted into a cruel smile.

"You're a failure, Mohamed," she spat, her voice like venom. "You'll never amount to anything. You're just a worthless, useless boy. You're the reason why your father and I had to leave"

Mohamed felt a wave of pain and anger wash over him. He tried to defend himself, but his mother's words cut deep. He felt like he was a child again, helpless and powerless.

The scene shifted and changed, but the pain and the anger remained. Mohamed saw himself failing at every turn, saw himself being rejected and ridiculed by those he loved, his aunt, his cousin and his Parent.

He felt like he was being torn apart, like his very soul was being ripped from his body. He screamed and screamed, but no one came to his aid.

Just when it seemed like the pain and the anger would consume him, Mohamed remembered something. He remembered Mrs. Jenkins, his kind and caring teacher. He remembered Angel, his friend.

And with that memory, something inside of Mohamed snapped. He realized that the illusion was lying, that it was trying to break him with its cruel words and twisted visions.

With a newfound determination, Mohamed stood up to the illusion. "You're lying," he said, his voice firm and strong. "There are good people in this world. Mrs. Jenkins, Angel - they care about me, they believe in me."

The illusion let out a scream of rage, but Mohamed stood firm. He knew that he was not alone, that there were people in this world who cared about him, who wanted to help him.

And with that knowledge, Mohamed felt a sense of power and strength that he had never felt before. He knew that he could overcome any obstacle, that he could face any challenge.

The illusion dissipated, and Mohamed found himself back in the chamber, standing in front of the pedestal. He felt changed, transformed by the experience.

He looked up at the pedestal, and saw an orb, it was glowing with an intense, pulsing light. He reached out, and took the orb in his hand.

As he did, the chamber erupted in a blinding flash of light. Mohamed felt himself being lifted off the ground, felt himself being transformed by the power of the orb.

And when the light faded, Mohamed found himself standing in a new, unfamiliar place. He looked around, trying to get his bearings.

And then, he saw it. A figure, standing in the distance. A figure that looked familiar, yet strange.

Mohamed's heart skipped a beat as he realized who it was. It was himself, or at least, a version of himself.

But this version was different. This version was stronger, more confident. This version was the person that Mohamed had always wanted to be.

Mohamed took a step forward, his heart pounding with excitement. He knew that he had finally found what he had been searching for.

He had finally found himself.

As the figure approached, Mohamed felt a sense of calm wash over him. The figure's smile was warm and reassuring, and Mohamed felt like he was looking into the eyes of a old friend.

The figure reached out and placed its hand on Mohamed's chest, right over his heart. Mohamed felt a surge of energy flow into him, like a river of pure light and power.

"You're ready," the figure said, its voice low and gentle. "You've faced your fears, and you've overcome them. You're ready to receive the gift of the Awakening."

As the figure spoke, Mohamed felt the energy building up inside him. It was like a fire was burning in his chest, a fire that was growing hotter and brighter by the second.

Mohamed's vision began to blur, and he felt himself being lifted off the ground. He was surrounded by a brilliant light, a light that was so intense it was like nothing he had ever seen before.

And then, everything went white.

As the light enveloped him, Mohamed felt his body begin to change. His cells were shifting, his DNA was rewriting itself, and his mind was expanding to accommodate the influx of new information.

The light grew brighter and brighter, until Mohamed felt like he was being consumed by it. He was aware of his body, but it was as if he was watching himself from outside.

And then, suddenly, the light vanished. Mohamed stumbled forward, gasping for breath. He looked around, trying to take in his surroundings.

He was standing in a vast, empty space. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all a brilliant white, and the air was filled with a soft, pulsing glow.

Mohamed looked down at his hands, and saw that they were glowing with a soft, blue light. He felt a surge of power and energy flow through him, and he knew that he had been changed forever.

The figure that had placed its hand on his chest was standing in front of him, smiling. "You are now Awakened,"

Mohamed felt a sense of wonder and excitement. He knew that he had been given a great gift, and he was eager to learn how to use it.

But as he looked into the figure's eyes, he saw something there that gave him pause. A hint of sadness, a touch of regret.

"What is it?" Mohamed asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The figure's smile faltered, and it looked away. "There is something you need to know," it said. "Something that will change everything."

Mohamed felt a sense of trepidation. What could the figure possibly say that would change everything?

"You have been given a rare and powerful gift," the figure said, its voice barely above a whisper. "The ability of Echo."

"What is the ability of Echo" Mohamed asked curious.

"It's the ability of the Peace Keeper" The figure replied.

Mohamed's eyes widened in shock. He had heard of The Peace Keeper, An Ancient being, that was said to have brought Order to the world.

"So you're telling me that i have the Ability of The Peace Keeper?... me?" Mohamed asked in disbelief. Such an ability. It was too powerful, too incredible to have been given to me.

"But there is a catch," the figure said, its eyes serious. "This ability must be kept hidden. No one can know that you possess it. If they find out, they will come for you."

Mohamed felt a chill run down his spine. Who would come for him? And why?

"Why?" Mohamed asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The figure's eyes seemed to cloud over, and it looked away. "There are those who would seek to exploit your ability for their own gain," it said. "And there are those who would seek to destroy you, simply because you possess it."

Mohamed felt a sense of fear creeping in. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.

"What do I do?" Mohamed asked, feeling a sense of desperation.

The figure's eyes locked onto his, and it spoke in a voice that was both commanding and urgent.

"You must become powerful," it said. "You must learn to control your ability, to wield it with precision and power."

Mohamed nodded, determination burning within him. He would do whatever it took to master the Echo, to become powerful enough to protect himself and those he cared about.

"Are you ready to return" the figure asked.

"I'm ready to return," Mohamed replied.

The figure nodded, its smile growing wider with a wave of its hand, the room was filled with a blinding light

And with that, the world around Mohamed began to blur and fade. He felt himself being pulled through space and time, back to his own world.

When the world came back into focus, Mohamed found himself standing in the temple, his hand still touching the shining stone in the center of the Luminari being.

He looked around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the temple. It was as if no time had passed at all.

A ding sounded in Mohamed's head follow by a notification.

[System is Rebooting ]

3...

2...

1...

[System Restored Complete]

[Does host wish to Absorb the Rite Stone to Update the System]

[Yes/No]

"What is this? A system Update? And what does it mean to absorb the Rite Stone? Will it change me? Will it give me more power?

"I don't know what to do. Part of me is curious, wants to see what this system update is all about. But another part of me is scared, doesn't want to take any risks.

"I've already been through so much. The trials, the challenges... I've had to face my fears, my doubts. And now, this.

"But what if this gives me more power? What if this is the answer to all my questions?

'YES'

[Rite Stone is being Absorbed]

[Absorption process... 0%/100%]

[Absorption process... 1%/100%]

[Absorption process... 2%/100%]

This process will take longer to Complete.