It's been fun, training with Carol. But as always, she received a distress signal, so, she had to leave. I returned back to Earth. I promised the alternate Gwen that I'd help her in a month, but I guess I had to take a few more weeks to master this Mystical energy. If I mao master it to the extreme level they might be possible. I should be able to rewrite that reality and ge things back to normal.

  In case I fail, then Wanda is my only hope. Or else, I have to search for the infinity stones which may or may not eve in that reality. Sigh! Too many unknowns... Oh, then there is that Morlun, Wanda, and my evil alternate version too. I've no idea just how powerful that version of me is. I just hope he didn't awaken his celestial power. Otherwise, it would be a long fight.

  As for Morlun, I'll just use my life forergy and absorb all his life force to kill him. I already mastered it while training with Carol. It isn't that different than using the regur iergy's absorption skill.

  After reag Earth, I went to the mirror dimension to further test my power. My goal was to create a pocket dimensioime flows faster thaside world, but I couldn't do it yet. It's just too hard to do it without any guidance.

  After tless attempts and failures, I finally found myself sitting in the endless silence of the mirror dimension. The small bubble I had created still flickered weakly in front of me, a pale blue sphere suspended in the air, wobbling as if on the verge of colpse. Each failure grated on me, wearing down the fidence I'd built up during my training with Carol. The idea of creating a pocket dimension with faster time flow had seemed simple enough in theory—trol the energy, focus it, and shape the spay will. But no matter what I tried, I couldn't sustain the bubble for lohan a few seds.

  "e on..." I muttered, wiping the sweat from my brow despite being in an alternate dimension. "Just hold together..."

  I poured more mystical energy into the bubble, watg as it pulsed brighter, slowly stabilizing. The faint sizzle of the energy filled the air, and for a brief moment, I thought I might have cracked the code. But then, the edges began to flicker again, and with a soft pop, it vanished into thin air.

  "Ugh!" I groaned, smming my fists down on the reflective ground of the mirror dimension. The frustration was building. No matter how much I tried to el the energy, it slipped away from me at the critical moment.

  One week had passed since my return from space, and I had spent almost every waking hour here in the mirror dimension, practig over and over. I made massive progress in the energy trol department, but not so mu the space pocket thing, but I couldn't stop. I have a promise to keep. The thought of failing her, failing everyone, g me, driving me forward. She lost too mud I gave her hope. Now, if I fail, then... Sigh!

  I won't give up.

  "Alright, let's try something different."

  I closed my eyes and focused on the energy flowing through me. This time, instead of brute-f it, I decided to let the energy flow naturally. I won't be restrig it to a single form of energy. I let them flow together. I visualized the pocket dimension—small, tained, and stable. I didn't want to rush. I wao feel every pulse of the energy, every shift in its rhythm. The goal wasn't to overpower it but to guide it, and shape it.

  Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the pale blue bubble reformed in front of me. It was much smaller than before, ner than a basketball, but this time, it felt different. It wasn't wobbling, and the energy inside was calm and banced. I pced my hand against the bubble, feeling the resistance as it pulsed under my fiips. I was close.

  "Just a little more..."

  I began to stretch the bubble, expanding its boundaries slowly. The small, stable sphere grew rger, and for the first time, it didn't flicker. The energy was flowing evenly, and I could feel the pull of the dimension f iime—ihe bubble—was beginning to move differently. I could feel the shift, the subtle of reality ihe sphere.

  I stepped back, my heart rag. This was it! The pocket dimension was stable.

  But before I could celebrate, the bubble began to vibrate violently. Cracks appeared along its surface, and the energy inside surged wildly out of trol.

  "No, no, no—!"

  The bubble exploded in a fsh of blue light, sending a shockwave through the mirror dimension. I flew backward, crashing into the ground as shards of energy scattered around me.

  "Goddammit!" I shouted, lying ft on the cold reflective surface, staring at the distorted sky above. "Why is this so hard?"

  After catg my breath, I sat up, rubbing my temples. "Okay, I'm close. I just o tweak the bance. Maybe if I adjust the energy flow into smaller is..."

  I g my hands, the mystical blue glow still swirling around them. This power had potential, I just needed more practice—more precision. It was a delicate process, and brute force wasn't the answer. Creating a pocket dimension wasn't about raw strength but finesse. I had to respect the ws of spad time as much as I bent them.

  "Alright, just a little more. I do it," I stood up and prepared tain.

  This time, I would get it right.

  Oer...

  It took tless tries, but after anrueling week of trial and error, I finally did it. I stood in front of a shimmering, perfectly stable bubble—my pocket dimension. It wasn't massive, maybe the size of a small room, but i, time flowed ten times faster than in the real world.

  I threw a bolt of energy outside and quickly stepped ihe bubble, feeling the strange pull of time arouhe energy was smooth, flowing naturally, and the pocket dimension remaiable. It was small, but it worked. Time moved faster here, just like I he bolt outside looked stu the air from ihe bubble.

  Hehehehe... My own time chamber like DBz. 1 hour in the pocket dimension is approx. 10 years inside. If I stay 24 hours here then... Dang! I gotta get some food and daily ies if I were to live that long in here, which I doubt I will... I quickly went out and bought a shit load of food and other things, and filled the mirror dimension. I obviously raised a barrier to protect the dimension. I always get out and grab some food.

  Now, time to master reality manipution.

  ...

  [3rd person POV]

  Seventy years ter...

  Seventy years spent in solitude, mastering powers that had once been beyond his reach. The time within the pocket dimension passed like a river, swift and unyielding, yet outside, only seven hours had slipped by. His body, thanks to his celestial genes, had remained as youthful as the day he ehe dimension, but his mind—his mind had ged. Sharpened. Hardened.

  He stood at the ter of his personal realm, the shimmering boundaries of the pocket dimension stretg far beyond the size it had once been. Now, it was more than a simple room; it was aire ndscape, filled with mountains, rivers, and endless sky. The realm obeyed his will now, bending and reshaping at his and.

  The energy around him hummed, pulsing in sync with his own aura. He had mastered it—finally. Mystical energy, reality manipution, time-space trol—it all flowed seamlessly through him. He had learo manipute the threads of reality itself, ahem to his will, but it had taken decades of patience, failure, and frustration.

  "Seventy years…" he whispered, looking down at his hands. They glowed with a faint golden light, no lohe pale blue of the mystical energy he had oruggled with. This was something far greater. Celestial power coursed through his veins, blending effortlessly with the id mystical energies he had spent a lifetime mastering. He could now feel the very fabric of the universe bending around him, and with a sihought, he could alter it.

  He goward the shimmering boundary of the pocket dimension. It was time to leave. He had stayed long enough, and there romise he still had to keep. Gwen. Wanda. The alternate version of himself. Morlun. They were all still out there, and with the newfound trol he had gained, he was finally ready to face them.

  But before leaving, there was one final test.

  He held up his hand, ay itself seemed to shift around him. The air rippled, and with a soft hum, the grouh his feet ged. The rodscape of the pocket dimension ed, transf into a cityscape—a perfect replica of New York. Buildings rose from the ground, streets appeared beh his feet, and cars lihe roads, all as if they had been there for turies.

  He walked through the streets, testing the limits of his reality manipution. Each step he took altered the world around him. A simple thought turned night into day, the sun bzing overhead before vanishing into a stormy sky. He could feel the energy of the dimension responding to his ands, obeying his will without hesitation. It erfect.

  Then, he raised his hand once more, and with a snap of his fingers, the ey vanished. In its pce was a barren wastend, stretg endlessly in every dire. He had rewrittey within the pocket dimension, bending it to his will, and now he was certain—he could do the same outside.

  He smiled.

  "I'm ready."

  With a thought, the boundaries of the pocket dimension dissolved, aepped bato the mirror dimension. The familiar reflective ndscape greeted him, but now it felt different. He was no lohe same person who had ehis pce weeks ago. He had bee something far more powerful.

  Stretg out his hand, he tore open a portal to the real world, stepping through it with ease. The fresh air of Earth filled his lungs as he emerged in a quiet alleyway. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the cityscape. He hadn't been gone for long iside world, but everythi distant, like a half-fotten memory.

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