Chapter 44 — Daddy
Nameless lay still, staring at the ceiling, silently analyzing his situation.
"This body… is too weak."
He could not use even a fraction of his power. Every attempt caused backlash. His cultivation, his energy, everything that once defined him—gone from this body.
But not everything was lost.
Nameless realized something important.
All the cultivation he gained through his clones… still existed.
But not here.
It remained in his original body, sealed away in that graveyard he created.
That meant—
He was not weak.
He was just… separated.
Nameless frowned slightly as a headache struck him again. The moment he tried to tap into his abilities, pain surged through his mind.
Then—
Memories surfaced.
This life.
This body.
He saw flashes of himself working out, training, building strength. This body—Krishna's body—was not weak originally.
It was strong.
Well-built.
Six feet two inches tall, with a naturally powerful physique.
Even for this world, it was above average.
But then—
A coma.
Five years.
Nameless's eyes narrowed.
"Five years…"
By all logic, this body should have lost all its muscle. It should have become fragile, wasted, almost lifeless.
But when he looked at himself—
The muscles were still there.
Not peak condition, but not gone either.
That wasn't normal.
"…Strange."
Nameless decided to check deeper.
He focused inward, analyzing the structure of this body.
And then—
He froze.
"What… is this?"
A rare constitution.
A body type so valuable that even powerful beings would go to war for it.
Nameless felt something he rarely experienced.
Jealousy.
"This… this body…"
It was far superior to his original one in terms of potential.
A celestial-grade body.
A rare evolution type that allowed multiple advancement paths.
For normal cultivators, growth was limited. Their stages were fixed.
Body refinement—eight stages.
Energy cultivation—seven stages.
That was the limit.
But for this body—
Twelve stages of body refinement.
Fourteen stages of energy cultivation.
And the most terrifying part—
No loss in speed.
This body could grow as fast as a genius… while having nearly double the stages.
More stages meant more power.
More refinement.
More dominance.
Nameless let out a quiet breath.
"…Even celestial beings would fight for this."
He remembered something else.
Even someone like Astriel possessed a similar body type—but at a lower grade.
This one…
Was higher.
Nameless clicked his tongue softly.
"If I had this body back then…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't need to.
Still, he composed himself quickly.
"Third rank is enough."
Now, he focused on the immediate problem.
His legs.
He couldn't move them.
That was not something he could ignore.
Nameless closed his eyes.
"I need to see what's wrong."
But he couldn't use normal abilities.
Not in this body.
Then he remembered.
A technique.
A forgotten one.
Something most people considered useless.
Phantom Eyes.
A low-level skill used by slaves to inspect their own condition and surroundings. Weak. Basic. Ignored by almost everyone.
But Nameless—
He had turned even the weakest techniques into something terrifying.
"Even this body… should handle that much."
He took a slow breath.
Then, silently—
He prayed.
Not out of faith.
But out of habit.
A call to the higher existence he once knew.
"Open."
For a moment—
Nothing happened.
Then—
His vision shifted.
The world changed.
Layers peeled back.
Phantom Eyes activated.
But immediately, pressure built up inside his head. His body trembled slightly under the strain.
Still—
It worked.
Nameless slowly moved his gaze toward his legs.
His expression remained calm.
Until he saw it.
And in that moment—
For the first time in a long while—
Nameless felt something close to shock.
"…What is this?"