Darkness swallowed Tyler. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But it wasn’t truly dark.

It was dimensional static — a storm of fractured space, where shards of geometry flickered in and out of existence like broken pixels. Tyler’s stomach lurched as if gravity had been deleted from the universe. His limbs stretched, then compressed, then twisted in ways no human body should twist — yet he felt no pain.

Then—

FOOM.

Colors burst around him like supernovas detonating in a vacuum.

Tyler found himself suspended in a colossal void, and before him loomed the Tesseract, a structure the size of a mountain, yet impossibly weightless, its edges folding into themselves like a puzzle that refused to obey three-dimensional logic.

Thousands — no, millions — of cube-like rooms spiraled around its core, forming a vast, ever-shifting maze. Some cubes rotated like celestial bodies; others pulsed with glowing symbols; some were transparent, showing swirling storms or serene gardens inside; some were... completely empty.

For a heartbeat, he felt the cold metal edge of the floating platform graze his palm — then the world inverted.

Gravity vanished.

Color shattered.

And Tyler White fell again.

Not through air, not through space... but through dimensions.

The moment his body tipped forward, the universe around him cracked open like glass, revealing an impossible structure beneath reality itself. A vast lattice of cubes stretched in every direction — up, down, sideways, diagonally — a geometric ocean with no horizon, folding into itself endlessly like a cosmic puzzle.

Each cube was a room, glowing faintly with its own laws of physics. Some rotated slowly like clockwork gears. Some stretched, expanding and shrinking as if breathing. Some contained storms made of equations. Some were dark, swallowing light whole.

Tyler tumbled through it weightlessly, his hair whipping upward even though there was no "up." The cubes rearranged themselves as he fell, sliding apart and reconnecting as if the entire structure was trying to solve him.

"Woah—WOAH—STOP—!"

His voice broke into echoes that split into dozens of copies, scattering like shards of sound into the endless rooms.

Then the Tesseract reacted.

Lines of light — bright as starlight, thin as blades — stretched out from the corners of the cubes and traced around him. Not harming him, but analyzing him, reading him like a piece of data.

Cubes opened like blooming flowers.

Some displayed memories he didn’t remember having.

Some showed futures he wasn’t ready to see.

Some whispered his true name — the one behind the Phantom Mask.

Tyler spun, breath caught in his throat as he plummeted past version of him where he played with village girls... Another cube where he and Lily married and had kids, another where she wasn’t there at all, it was Mathilda and others.

"Okay, these are alternative timelines?" Tyler muttered.

One cube suddenly moved with purpose.

It unlocked. Then descended toward him.

Tyler could feel it pulling him in with a gentle but irresistible force.

As he fell closer, he noticed the room was different from the others. Still. Quiet. A cube made entirely of white light, humming with ancient arrays that felt older than the Boundless World itself.

The moment he crossed its threshold, gravity snapped back.

Tyler slammed down onto his knees, coughing, the echo of infinite rooms fading behind him like a dying storm.

The cube sealed shut.

Only his heartbeat remained pounding against the glowing floor.

And then, hovering before him, formed of intersecting lines of pure luminescence...

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A figure emerged from the shifting lattice of space.

It wasn’t human, It wasn’t spirit and It wasn’t even alive.

It was a construct, an intricate cube-shaped entity made of metal plates and translucent geometric layers that folded and unfolded in impossible ways. At its center hovered a single mechanical eye, glowing faintly with shifting colors.

"Greetings, Tyler White," the construct spoke. Its voice was calm, echoing slightly as though layered by thousands of timelines. "I am Decateron. I will be your guide for this trial."

"Decateron...?" Tyler muttered. He rubbed his temples. "Hold on. Isn’t that the name for a five-dimensional cube?"

He wasn’t wrong.

A square is 2-dimensional.

A cube is 3-dimensional.

A tesseract is 4-dimensional.

And a 5-dimensional hypercube is known as a penteract or Decateron.

The mechanical eye pulsed. "Your understanding is accurate."

Tyler felt a strange mix of pride and dread.

Decateron continued, "Now, let us address the first matter. You cannot bring additional living beings out from your Chaos Treasure. The spatial seal prevents it. Without all cube fragments fully synchronized, they cannot be released."

Tyler became wary inside , but he kept his poker face and blinked. "So you know about the Chaos Treasure...?"

Tyler glanced at his Copper Pot where his Ship and Crew are stored.

"Of course," Decateron said matter-of-factly. "This Tesseract you stand within was once a pseudo-chaos treasure. It nearly achieved full transcendence before enemies from beyond the Boundless World shattered it. Its fragments scattered through timelines and across dimensions. We used the Boundless World as an anchor and pulled fragments from twenty-two adjacent planets."

Tyler absorbed this slowly. "That’s why there are twenty-two Orion Cube fragments."

"Yes. Each carrier is summoned to assist in the restoration. In turn, fragments gathered from countless timelines are used to gradually repair us."

Tyler stared at Decateron. "And... me? Should I also take Trial?"

Decateron’s mechanical eye rotated, focusing entirely on him. "You are unique. You are a Chaos Treasure Holder. You have gathered many fragments within your body far more than twenty-two. According to our calculations, your Treasure is the Infinity Cauldron."

Tyler coughed. "Infinity Cauldron? No, no. Infinity Copper Pot sounds better."

Decateron didn’t react to the humor. "As the wielder, you may name it as you wish. Regardless, locating a Chaos Treasure is vastly more difficult than locating alternate universes. Your existence alone confirms your immense luck and karmic fate."

Internally, Tyler was sweating buckets.

This strange cube entity... knew too much about his Copper Pot.

Decateron’s voice softened. "You may rest assured. We have no intention of seizing your Treasure. We are but a broken pseudo-chaos artifact. Harboring ill intent toward a complete Chaos Treasure would result in our destruction."

Tyler glanced down at his Copper Pot in disbelief. "...This copper pot can destroy you?"

The mechanical eye dimmed faintly, like a sigh.

"We understand Tyler White carries countless questions. You are free to ask."

Tyler folded his arms. "Where’s Lily Gomes?"

"Other fragment carriers are in parallel cubic dimensions," Decateron answered. "Each is paired with an alternate instance of myself. We are the same and not the same different shards of one consciousness, existing across layered timelines. Lily or any other person who entered are yet to reach me. Because the Time is extremely slowed down there."

Tyler nodded slowly. "So. You pull together cultivators, they goes through Trial in different timelines, and you leech off them by repairing your main body with the fragments collected from those worlds.. in exchange you give them Immortal-level power."

"Correct," Decateron confirmed. "It is simple for us to raise your cultivation. We merely retrieve a future where you succeed... and bring that version of you into the present."

Tyler froze.

"What did you just—?"

"Our Tesseract cannot hold True Immortals or in this universe it is called beings at the Beginner Immortal stage. Therefore, we can elevate you only up to Beginner Immortal-Threshold level."

As Decateron spoke, its mechanical eye emitted a radiant pulse.

Tyler gasped.

His entire cultivation surged violently upward.

His body trembled as power flooded into every corner of his existence.

5-Star Grandmaster Warrior → 5-Star Divine Seeker Warrior.

5-Star Grandmaster Mage → 5-Star Divine Seeker Mage.

Two Nascent Divinities formed in his heart, one bearing a crown like a monarch on a chessboard, and the other shaped like a Kun Fish swimming through the void.

Tyler’s jaw dropped.

"Wait, hold on, did I just get boosted to peak tier right below Immortal?!"

He stared at Decateron like it was the world’s most broken cheat code.

"This is insane. This is way beyond overpowered..."

"This is merely your best possible future," Decateron said calmly. "We extracted it and merged it with your present self. If you assist us, Chaos Treasure Holder, we can offer more benefits beyond this."

Tyler swallowed hard.

He wasn’t going to lie, he was tempted.

Very tempted.

He’d never imagined a day when someone, something, could casually raise him to the doorstep of Immortality with a single pulse of energy.

Still, questions remained.

"So what’s the catch?" Tyler asked.

"There are trials," Decateron replied. "These exist because of the rules we imposed on ourselves. We cannot simply ask you to duplicate the fragments and hand them over. There are restrictions preventing that. But if you can complete five trials, just five, we promise to elevate anyone or anything you designate to the Immortal level once they are done. If you wish, we can even form a contract witnessed by the Time Traveling Cultivator to guarantee it."