Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes

Chapter 10 New Entity

[You have absorbed the essence of a Memory (Middle Tier) Reality Master]

[Rewriting status...]

As the Fractured Reality shattered around him, forcing him to step into the harsh, unfamiliar world beyond, Ivaim stood motionless for a moment.

His mind raced, struggling to make sense of everything he had just witnessed. The strange, twisted scenes of a broken family, the cat, and the haunting memories left him blank for words.

'What exactly is a Fractured Reality...?'

His thoughts were clouded, trying to piece together the meaning of it all.

'Does it just tell the story of someone's existence, or is it more than that?'

He took a shaky breath, his gaze distant.

'If it is, then why is my Fractured Reality so different? Why did everything feel so... disconnected?'

Ivaim paused, an unsettling thought forming.

'Is it because this reality wasn't originally mine? Because the person whose body I inhabit is gone?'

He frowned, confusion deepening.

'That must be it. The original owner of this body died, and now this Fractured Reality can't work the way it's supposed to... it's all broken, just like everything else.'

After analyzing and overthinking the entire situation, Ivaim closed his eyes for a moment, taking a slow, steady breath to calm his racing thoughts.

The chaos of the past events flooded his mind, but he tried focusing on making his head clear.

'Let's take it one step at a time...'

He reminded himself, trying to regain some sense of control. The world around him felt heavy, but he knew he couldn't afford to rush. Just as the thought settled in his mind, a sudden system notification appeared beside him, pulling his attention back.

[Status has been updates.]

[Title]: Spirit with Good Luck

[Reality Name]: Temple With Good Luck

[Rank]: Memory (Middle-tier)

Ivaim looked around the temple, noticing the changes right away. The round table he remembered was gone, replaced by a large, dark stone altar that took up most of the room.

The altar was carved with intricate designs, and there were two tall, beautiful candlesticks on top, twisting like vines. The flames from the candles burned brightly, casting a strong, golden light that made the space feel both warm and unsettling.

The temple felt different now—more serious, more haunting. The room was wider than before, the walls seeming to stretch farther apart. It felt as if the temple had expanded, as though it had been altered to make room for something important.

No longer was there just one candle. Instead, candles were placed along the walls, their soft flames flickering gently.

The light was perfect but gave the room an eerie, almost unnatural glow, making the shadows seem to move on their own. The scent of melting wax mixed with something older, lingering in the air.

The temple didn't feel like the quiet, mysterious place it once was. Now, it felt heavy and filled with a strange power, like it was holding something back or waiting for something to happen.

'Huh... what's that?'

Ivaim thought, feeling puzzled as he noticed a small brown cat peeking out from behind the altar. Its head popped up from the shadows, and it let out a soft meow.

Ivaim went quiet, a sudden realization hitting him. He finally understood what the system meant when it said a "new entity" had been added.

The cat was the change the temple had been referring to.

...

Later that morning, Kalisto, dressed in formal clothes, took a deep breath and stepped into a small, dimly lit office. In his hand, he gripped a stack of papers, the edges slightly crinkled from the tension of the moment.

The papers detailed his personal information, including his status as an Ability Walker and the single ability he possessed—[Coin Luck Accumulation]. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

He glanced at the paper again. The ability, though simple, had the power to manipulate luck, and that made it rare. Powerful, too, in its own way.

'Originally, I was going to use it to gamble, maybe win some money...'

Kalisto's thoughts drifted as he remembered his plan.

'But that Reality Master...'

He paused, the warning echoing in his mind.

'Fortune has its price...'

Kalisto frowned, shaking the thought away. He didn't want to risk it—not when his daughter's future was at stake.

The last thing he needed was to leave behind bad fortune for her to inherit.