MY 10,000× DIMENSIONAL SYSTEM-Chapter 229: It’s Done

Indeed, the aforementioned construct was merely the core of something grander. Soon, radiant nodes of light appeared around the Nexus, spinning slowly. There were only a few nodes, but if one got close, they'd see that each node was made up of millions of tiny threads, and each thread was made up of billions of microscopic strings. Each node pulsed with the light of millions of unseen streams of data.

This construct wasn't alive. Not quite, but it was aware, aware of its purpose, and at that moment, it introduced itself.

[Designation: Overseer Core

Purpose: To monitor, analyze, and categorize all systemic activity across connected users.

Information Priority Filters established

Relays to Master configured.]

[Autonomy Limiter Protocol installed. Overseer Core will never override individual system autonomy without direct authorization.]

The system introduced

Christopher observed as the Overseer Core hovered silently within the core of his Dimension. Then it pulsed. Once, twice, then it happened. No interruption, no lag, in an instant, it had seamlessly integrated the entire Dimension and all across it.

At that moment, Christopher heard another voice. Colder, toneless, and without emotion.

[Overseer Core online.]

[Awaiting Parameters.]

Christopher smiled.

"Good." He decided not to dwell on the achievement and instead focused on the following task.

'System, innate the creation of the systems.' He gave the command.

[Affirmative.]

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As soon as it answered, Christopher felt the energy within the dimension churn once more, and this time, it was a bit more noticeable. So much so that anyone with a good enough energy sense would notice it.

Waves of incandescent energy flowed around himand started to converge in his front. He watched it intently ad he seemed to see that it wasn't just a congregation of light, but instead numerous concepts being combined to create what he desired.

He put his hands under the congregation of light and willed it to move faster, his mind moving at Incredible speeds as he made sure there were no hiccups, not that he thought there would be any, with the System assisting him.

This went on for a few minutes, then it happened.

Soon, a perfectly spherical orb floated in front of him, pulsing gently.

Christopher carefully held it and exhaled. Then with a thought, he sent it to the Overseer Core with a single command.

'Activate it.'

As soon as he did, the core acted.

The orb reached the construct in the center of the Dimension Core, and as soon as it did, it assimilated it. A moment later, it vibrated, before activating.

***

"Dammit." Joel cursed as he stared at the sword before him. It was as long as a standard longsword, the blade looked like it had been carved out of obsidian, and white runes covered it's surface. Its hilt and cross guard were also white. It looked exquisite, but that was only to the untrained eye.

For Joel, as well as his master who stood quietly in the back of the room, this sword was a failure.

That's because within it, there were numerous circuits that were meant to channel energy through it. All of these circuits were working fine except for one. That might not seem too bad to most, but every circuit was meant to work seamlessly, and the failure of one caused the effectiveness of the others to drop drastically.

'I was so close. Ugh.' He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

Most might wonder if races like the dwarves lost their significance when it came to forging. After all, the Grand Forge as everyone called it had no problems pumping out peak level items for people. However, that only applied to the military. Moreover, the items produced, while impressive, still lacked a bit of personalized flair.

As such, if one wanted a weapon for themselves, they still needed to go to anyone who could forge, with the dwarves being the most popular of these options.

Joel wasn't a dwarf, but a human sporting Oni blood, hence the single horn on his head.

His Master, Othel saw that he had exceptional talent for forging, and decided to take him as a Disciple.

However, there was a forging competition coming up for young forgets like him and he was the only one around to represent his Master.

This sword he was trying to forge was meant to be his trump card. A Quasi-Apex rank weapon. His goal was to forge it so many times that it would become second nature to him, and he could create it seamlessly when the tournament began.

However, after 38 attempts, he'd only succeeded 8 times.

'What am I doing wrong? My concentration is on point, and I follow the steps down to the T, my energy control is about flawless, and my perception is good enough to cover the entire thing, but I'm still not getting it. What am I missing?' He put his hands on the table and stared at the blade in front of him. His perception covered the blade, but he didn't see what he could have done differently.

"Calm down, Kid." His master spoke, and Joel turned to him. The Dwarf was, unsurprisingly, shorter than him, but his presence was heavy. Every time Joel looked at him, he could faintly hear the ringing of hammers against metal in his mind.

Apparently, this was a phenomenon that occurred whenever someone reached such a deep understanding of their craft that they start understanding the concepts behind it, and his master had already achieved comprehension in the concepts of forging before even entering the Apex Rank, making him a talent in how own right.

"You're getting better. Don't try to rush it." Despite his imposing appearance, his voice was quite soft. Still, Joel sighed.

"Can I afford that, though? The tournament is in a week. It takes me a day to make one sword. I only have 7 chances left." He said with frustration.

"Well, you ain't gonna get there faster if you fail faster." Othel said flatly, and Joel winced.

"Point taken. But still..." Joel trailed off and looked at the sword and then at the pile of other failed creations in the corner.

Othel sighed.

"I get it, kid, you feel like you only have one chance at this, and you've trained so hard to get to where you are now. It's not fun knowing that you can do better, but just can't." He said and patted Joel's back.

"But listen to me when I tell you this, you can't rush it. It's already astounding what you can produce at your age. You're barely 20, yet you're doing stuff I wished I could do at your age. Don't sweat it, alright?" Hearing this, Joel eased slightly.

He was right, getting frustrated or forcing it wasn't going to suddenly make him better. He had to k9ve at his own pace, no matter how painful.

'Besides, even if I'm not able to get it in the end, there are still a hell of a lot of items I can create that can blow people away. It's not like the sword is the only thing I can forge.' He thought, his tense shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Attaboy." Othel chuckled and patted his back again.

"Say, how are you and that Felicia girl getting along? You haven't spoken about her in a while." Joel went red.

"Master!" He said through gritted teeth and the dwarf burst out laughing.

"Ah, you humans are always so easy to fluster..." Othel suddenly trailed off and Joel blinked in confusion. He was about to ask what happened when he, too, froze.

Suddenly, there was something in his vision.