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From this day on, Vandal's awakening began.
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More actively than ever before, he devoted himself to his training, surprising even Pixy.
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As Raiz felt his mental synchronization with Vandal growing stronger, he suddenly found himself remembering the days he had spent in Tibet.
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Following the time Professor had instructed him to come, Raiz headed to the bamboo grove behind the temple where he used to play with Vandal and the others.
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It was the very same bamboo grove behind the laboratory where Dock and the others had taken shelter and made their hideout.
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After a while, the bamboo grove began to rustle, and a portal to another dimension suddenly opened.
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Cautiously, Raiz reached his hand into it.
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The instant he did, his body was lifted as if being pulled inside, his consciousness began to fade, and he lost consciousness.
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When he came to, he found himself beneath a huge tree, with a brilliant blue sky and a vast plateau stretching out before him.
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After walking across the plateau for a while, he eventually reached a small town where old stone houses stood close together.
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There, he saw a scene he had never seen in his homeland, Pandora, a place filled with conflict and desire.
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The people's clothes were faded, and they owned very little.
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And yet, strangely enough, not a single person looked starved for "desire."
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Children laughed innocently over nothing more than a pebble by the roadside.
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An old man smiled as though he had everything in the world simply by basking in the sunlight.
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Even when they saw Raiz's animal-like human form, none of them showed the slightest sign of surprise.
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Rather than searching for what was "missing," their hearts were fulfilled simply by being where they were, with what they had.
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For Raiz, who had sought power to make up for his own immaturity and had become obsessed with strength, the calmness of these people was a shock, as if he had been shown a kind of strength he had never known before.
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High above that peaceful town, at the top of a sheer cliff, stood the temple he had been seeking.
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Leaving the bustle of the town behind, Raiz stepped onto an endless stone staircase that seemed to lead all the way to the sky.
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With every step upward, the voices of the world below grew more distant, replaced by the sound of the cold, clear wind striking his ears.
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The air grew so thin that it stung deep inside his lungs.
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Looking up, he saw the bright red walls of the temple, seemingly fused with the cliff, shining like fire against the blue sky.
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When he finally reached the entrance of the temple and looked back, the town he had just left appeared as a tiny glow between the clouds.
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Far above it, Chomolungma, said to be the highest peak in this region, towered motionless like a king wearing a silver crown.
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As the altitude increased, the air grew colder and the oxygen thinner.
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A high-pitched ringing echoed deep inside his ears.
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The moment he passed through the temple gate, he felt as though his very "senses" had suddenly taken on thousands of years of silence.
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The monks walking through the courtyard were so quiet that it seemed as though they were erasing each other's presence.
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There were no voices, nor even the sound of their robes brushing against one another.
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Raiz felt that even the sound of his own footsteps was an act of rudeness, like throwing a rock into a still lake, and he instinctively slowed his pace.
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"From this point on, even the sound of your heartbeat will be considered noise."
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Guided by the monk accompanying him, Raiz reached the deepest part of the temple and pushed open the heavy door of the main hall.
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It was a quiet place, without a sound.
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Thousands of oil lamps filled the walls from floor to ceiling.
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Each flame stood perfectly straight and sharp like a needle, as though refusing to be disturbed by even the slightest movement of air.
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Raiz held his breath in astonishment.
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Under normal circumstances, even the slightest breath or air current would make a flame flicker.
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Yet the thousands of flames here did not waver in the slightest, as though time itself had frozen and each flame were piercing the air at a single fixed point.
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The monks seated in the hall seemed to be holding the entire place still through their powerful core strength and ki.
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It was as if their minds had completely suppressed every physical "movement."
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"Raiz, go to the center and sit down without disturbing the flame."
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The guide's voice echoed sharply against the walls of silence.
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Raiz stepped into that perfect stillness.
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One step.
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He could feel his heartbeat, thump, shaking the stillness around him.
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That tiny vibration caused the flame of the nearest lamp to tremble faintly, as though in pain.
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"(...What have I done? Just by moving, I am disturbing the harmony of this world...)"
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For the first time, Raiz felt completely powerless, as if his very existence itself were nothing more than ânoise.â
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Raiz forcibly suppressed his racing heartbeat and slowly sank his breathing into "nothing," stripping away every trace of his presence.
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To be continued... ã€ã¥ãâŠ.
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