Chapter 2: The Unknown Path Part 1 Adrian did not sleep that night. Not because he was afraid. Not completely. The reason was much more complicated. His mind was filled with questions. Questions that had no answers. He sat beside his window, looking at the quiet streets of Hinthada. The city was peaceful. The same streets he had walked for years. The same lights. The same sounds. Yet somehow... Everything felt different. The world had not changed. He had. For twenty-four years, Adrian believed he was just an unlucky person. A person with a weak body. A person who had to work harder than others just to achieve the same results. But now... He discovered that inside his consciousness existed memories from an existence beyond imagination. A being who stood above countless worlds. A being who challenged the universe itself. A being named... Aetherion. Adrian lowered his head. He still could not accept it completely. Not because he thought the memories were fake. The opposite. They felt too real. The emotions. The loneliness. The determination. The endless years of fighting. They were not like watching someone else's story. They felt like memories he had forgotten. But there was one thing Adrian understood clearly. Aetherion was not another person inside him. There was no second soul. No hidden personality controlling him. No ancient emperor waiting to take over his body. It was simply a part of himself. A part that had been lost. A part that had returned. And that made everything even more confusing. Because if those memories truly belonged to him... Then who was he? Adrian Voss? Or the existence who once stood above the universe? He closed his eyes. For a moment... He felt the weight of both lives. The ordinary life of Adrian Voss. The endless existence of Aetherion. One was fragile. One was powerful. One lived a short human life. One fought against the laws of creation. They seemed completely opposite. Yet they were connected. The same will existed in both. A will that refused to surrender. Adrian opened his eyes. "I am Adrian Voss." His voice was quiet. Weak. Still carrying the childish tone he had hated for years. But this time... He did not feel ashamed. Because that voice belonged to him. This body belonged to him. This life belonged to him. Aetherion's memories were not something that erased Adrian. They were something Adrian would understand. Slowly. Step by step. ... The next morning. Adrian woke up earlier than usual. His body still felt weak. Nothing had magically changed. His muscles were still fragile. His physical condition was still far below normal. For a moment, he almost laughed. After seeing memories of an existence capable of destroying worlds... He was still struggling to open a bottle of water. The contrast was almost ridiculous. But strangely... He felt different. Before, his weakness felt like a curse. Now... It felt like a beginning. Because he knew something. This body was not the end. It was only the current state of his existence. He went downstairs. The smell of breakfast filled the house. His mother was preparing food. His father was checking products for the grocery store. The familiar scene appeared before him. For some reason... Adrian stopped. A strange emotion appeared in his heart. In his previous memories... There were countless civilizations. Countless people. Countless beings who respected or feared him. But this simple moment... A family eating together... Felt strangely precious. His female dog ran toward him. The white fur with yellow patches moved as she happily approached. The male white dog followed behind calmly. Adrian smiled. A real smile. Not the polite expression he often showed outside. A genuine one. His mother noticed. "Why are you smiling so early?" Adrian paused. "Nothing." But inside... He understood something. Maybe... This was something Aetherion never had. A normal life. A home. People who cared about him without knowing his power. ... Later that day. Adrian returned to his room. He needed answers. The memories had shown him countless things. But they were incomplete. Broken. Like pieces of a destroyed world. He sat down. Closed his eyes. And tried to search deeper. At first... Nothing happened. Then... A strange sensation appeared. Deep inside his existence. Something that had always been there. Something hidden beneath his human body. A small point of endless darkness. A place where countless possibilities gathered. An origin without beginning. An existence without a source. The Originless Immortal Core. Adrian's breathing stopped. He did not know what it was. He did not know why it existed. But instinctively... He understood one thing. This was not from Earth. This was not from this universe. It belonged to the path of Aetherion. A cultivation system that did not exist in this world. A power completely outside the understanding of every supernatural being in this universe. The moment he touched it... The world around him became silent. For a brief moment... He felt countless laws. Not the laws of ghosts. Not the laws of witches. Not the laws of spirits. Something different. Something deeper. Something that belonged to another universe. Adrian opened his eyes. "This world..." He whispered. "It doesn't have this." And he was right. Earth had mysteries. Hidden realms. Supernatural beings. Ancient races. But none of them walked this path. None of them understood Immortal Cultivation. Because this path was not born from this universe. It was something foreign. Something impossible. Something that only Adrian Voss carried. For the first time... He realized. He was not just a person who gained power. He was an existence that did not belong. And somewhere in the hidden world... If other beings ever discovered him... They would not call him a cultivator. They would not understand his techniques. They would only see one thing. A mysterious being whose existence broke the rules they knew.