### **Chapter 3: Vigor Divine Fist**
*(From the novel "I Became the Gamer Who Controls Reality")*
A surge of energy exploded through **Vivaan Sharma's** body like a flash of lightning. He wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation — it was similar to when he absorbed **Primordial Energy Crystals** before. But this time… it was different. The energy was far more intense, almost wild.
The power coursing through him made every nerve in his body tremble. It was easily several times stronger than the five-valued Primordial Energy Crystal he had once absorbed.
*What's the value of this one?* Vivaan wondered, his heart racing. Just as he was thinking, another current of energy rushed into him.
This new force wasn't steady. It slithered through his body like a living electric serpent, drilling into his sealed meridians and opening a strange, unfamiliar path.
> *It's true… this Vigor Ant Crystal really is a Primordial Energy Skill Crystal, just like the legends say.*
> *But what kind of ability does it grant?*
Excitement flooded Vivaan's chest. The snake-like current traveled through him again, stirring his Primordial Energy until it began circulating along this new route.
As it flowed, his hands slowly turned blood-red, coated in a faint metallic sheen. They felt heavier—stronger—as if packed with explosive force waiting to erupt.
The urge to punch something overwhelmed him. But Vivaan stopped himself. He was still on campus, and breaking school property wasn't a smart move — especially since the school made you pay for damages.
Twenty minutes later, the swelling sensation faded. His hands returned to normal, and the Primordial Energy settled. But deep inside, Vivaan could *feel* it. The new **Primordial Energy Skill** was now a part of him — engraved into his body and soul. It wasn't something he could forget, even if he wanted to.
Vivaan immediately pulled out his phone. The screen of the mysterious game had gone black. He restarted it, pricked his finger, and let a drop of blood fall.
The crimson avatar appeared instantly. He opened the character panel:
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**Vivaan Sharma**
Age: 16
Lifeform Level: Mortal
Strength: 9
Speed: 5
Constitution: 8
Primordial Energy: 9
Primordial Energy Art: Ascetic Meditation
Primordial Energy Skill: Vigor Divine Fist (Rank 7)
Companion Beast: None
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Vivaan grinned. His **Primordial Energy** had jumped to 9. That meant the crystal he absorbed was nine-valued. And the Rank 7 next to **Vigor Divine Fist** meant the Skill itself was powerful — likely equivalent to a seven-valued stat crystal.
For someone like him, who'd never even been able to buy a **Skill Crystal** before, this was a miracle.
Primordial Energy Skills were rare and expensive — the kind of thing rich students flaunted during exams. But now, he had one of his own. And from its name, it was clear: **Vigor Divine Fist** boosted raw strength.
He clenched his fists.
> *This could be my edge... my protection.*
If the Ant Nest in the game was truly identical to the real-world dimensional zone, then…
> *Could the game also drop Companion Beasts?*
His heart raced with anticipation.
Vivaan re-entered the Ant Nest and made his avatar activate **Vigor Divine Fist**.
**BOOM!**
The crimson avatar struck a Vigor Ant. Its armored head caved in instantly before its body exploded into a splash of blood and fragments.
Vivaan's jaw dropped. The damage was terrifying. His avatar was his clone in the game — meaning that *he* could unleash the same power in reality.
In the past, it took several precise hits to kill one Vigor Ant. Now, a single punch could obliterate them, armor and all.
The only downside? The skill consumed **4 Primordial Energy** per use. With his current maximum of 9, he could only strike twice before running out.
Primordial Energy recovered slowly — one point per hour. He could use Crystals to recharge faster, but that was something only the rich dared to do.
So for now, **Vigor Divine Fist** was a trump card. A hidden blade to be used at the right moment.
He continued grinding in the game, patient as always. Vivaan was used to repetition. After all, anyone who could master **Ascetic Meditation** at sixteen had long learned how to endure boredom.
Minutes turned to hours. Vivaan remained seated, phone in hand, his focus unwavering.
Then — he suddenly sensed someone's presence.
Looking up, he saw a tall girl in the school uniform approaching him. She walked with confidence, each step measured. The empty courtyard made her presence even more striking.
Vivaan frowned slightly. Hardly anyone came to this side of the campus. That was why he liked it here.
He quietly locked his phone and pocketed it. He didn't want anyone seeing that mysterious game.
The girl came closer. Her long hair swayed in the breeze. She was tall—around 1.75 meters—and had a figure that drew attention no matter where she went. Years of training had sculpted her body; there was both grace and strength in her movements.
Her name was **Riya Malhotra**.
Despite her elegant name, she wasn't a gentle girl. She was proud, competitive, and sharp — the kind of student who didn't back down. Before **Reva Rathore** transferred into **Guide High School**, Riya and Vivaan had been considered the two top prodigies of the institute.
But they weren't close. Vivaan was an introvert, obsessed with meditation and self-cultivation. Their only interactions were brief greetings in the hallway.
So when Riya walked straight up to him, Vivaan was genuinely confused.
"Vivaan Sharma," she said firmly, her eyes unwavering, "I want you to join my team for the combat test after graduation."
Vivaan blinked. He hadn't expected *that*.
Her tone was calm — but there was something behind it. Confidence? Desperation? He couldn't tell.
Whatever it was, it meant only one thing.
His peaceful days… were about to end.