The Immortal Fabricator

Chapter 10: The Secluded Years

Five years. It feels like both a lifetime and the blink of an eye.

In those five years, I've done what most could never imagine. The dimension, which had once felt overwhelming and vast, is now mine. I have explored its every corner, mapped out its treasures, and mastered the many arts and abilities within it. The mansion, with its ancient architecture and hidden rooms, became my refuge. I could no longer think of it as a mere building—it was my fortress, my home, and my sanctuary. But it was also my training ground, the place where I forged myself into something far beyond the person I once was.

There was so much to learn, so much to absorb. The martial art technique I had uncovered in those ancient scrolls became my obsession. I poured every waking moment into mastering its forms and understanding its intricacies. This martial art wasn't just about brute strength or speed; it was about harnessing the elements, blending magic and combat in a way that made the user truly unstoppable. My air manipulation meshed perfectly with these teachings, allowing me to strike down enemies from a distance or become as elusive as the wind itself.

But it wasn't just my mind and body that grew stronger—my understanding of the dimension itself deepened with time. The pills, the artifacts, the mysterious treasures hidden in this world, each had a purpose, and I learned to wield them all. The cleansing pill had transformed me at my very core, washing away the impurities of my old life. My connection to the mystical energies of this world had sharpened, and with every pill, I felt closer to perfection.

Then there were the 
mythical eggs.

I had found them early on, tucked away in the deepest part of the mansion's vault. Large, beautifully engraved eggs that pulsed with dormant power. At first, I wasn't sure what to make of them, but over time, I realized what they were: the last remnants of creatures long thought to be extinct, mythical beasts that no longer roamed the outside world.

One egg in particular stood out to me—a deep violet in color, unlike anything I had ever seen before. There was something ancient and powerful about it, something that made my heart race when I touched its smooth surface. I placed it in a room near the heart of the mansion, hoping to understand it more.

And then, in my second year of seclusion, it happened.

The egg hatched.

I had felt the shift in energy long before it happened. The air in the mansion grew warmer, the ambient energy more intense, and I could sense a change in the egg itself. It pulsed with life, growing stronger and more vibrant until one day, as I was meditating by the pool, I heard it—the cracking sound of something breaking free.

I rushed to the room where I had placed the egg, and when I arrived, I saw it. A magnificent creature, unlike anything I had ever imagined. The creature stood there, newly hatched, surrounded by a faint violet glow. Its feathers were a shimmering purple, radiating with an otherworldly light, and its eyes glowed with an ancient intelligence.

A phoenix. A violet phoenix—a rare and mythical creature that was thought to have been lost to the world centuries ago. In the legends I had read, the violet phoenix was said to have unparalleled regenerative abilities and control over life and death itself. Its flames were said to be able to heal or destroy with equal ease.

But here it was, standing before me, newly born and staring at me with those bright, intelligent eyes.

For a moment, neither of us moved. It was as if we were both sizing each other up, trying to understand what the other was. But then, as if understanding passed between us, the phoenix spread its wings, letting out a soft cry that filled the room with warmth and energy. It wasn't just a beast—it was a creature of pure power and grace.