The First Store System

Chapter 1114: Confirmed Suspicion!

The pattern was incorrect, and Aakesh needed to assign the strokes in the correct way to complete the font.

Aakesh already had an idea of what item was ahead of him, and he was disappointed in not being able to take it out for himself.

Time flew by, and soon Aakesh assigned the strokes sequentially, forming the complete pattern.

A sudden glow erupted, forcing Aakesh to close his eyes. When he opened them, Aakesh found himself in a different area with a large palace in front of him.

The palace stretched out before Aakesh like an endless expanse of stars. Even from the entrance gate, he could feel the majesty of the structure standing in front of him, making him look as tiny as an ant.

The door was closed, and Aakesh was fully confident that he didn't have enough strength to budge the gate, let alone push it open. But Aakesh didn't worry, as he already knew how to open it.

There was an empty compartment in the middle of the gate. There was a brush, and ink made of an extremely valuable substance was placed inside it.

The pattern Aakesh found and completed in the dreamy path and the design Aakesh completed on the dark wall were compatible with each other. When they would get combined, a new pattern would take form, and Aakesh needed to make that on the compartment.

Aakesh couldn't fly, as only beings above Level 500 could fly inside Panagea. But Aakesh had an item with him that could help him float up, so he took it out and equipped himself.

The next moment, a pair of silver mechanical wings fluttered, and Aakesh flew up at a rapid rate. As Aakesh went higher, the pressure on him grew.

The pressure was the mechanism to stop anyone from flying into the palace, but since Aakesh's destination was the compartment, it was in a bearable range.

After a few minutes, and covering a distance of seven hundred miles, Aakesh reached the compartment.

The compartment was larger than the current space inside the store, so Aakesh placed the wings back in his space ring since it was an expensive item, and he found it after a lot of searches.

The brush was at least five times the size of Aakesh, while the ink bottle was even larger, showing that whoever planned all of this didn't expect someone of Aakesh's stature to complete the process.

Aakesh went ahead and picked up the brush. Every strand of the brush was made of stars, so its weight was unimaginably heavy. Aakesh's veins had popped out, but he succeeded in picking it up, and after a few seconds, he became accustomed to the weight. The veins became normal.

The scene looked weird as Aakesh had an item several times larger than him in his hands.

After his body got accustomed to the weight, there were no issues. Then Aakesh jumped on top of the ink bottle and dipped the brush into the liquid.

The weight of the brush suddenly grew to a dangerous level, almost falling out of Aakesh's hands.

Aakesh kept dipping the brush and picking it up, and after he felt his body had grown accustomed to the weight, he stopped. While painting the pattern, Aakesh couldn't make any mistakes, so he made sure that his body would be able to handle the weight and not make any mistakes while painting the strokes.

Since his body had now grown accustomed to the weight of the brush filled with blue ink, he was ready. Aakesh dipped the brush in ink and raised it to draw the pattern.

As he drew the first stroke, the ink on the brush had dried out. There were more than seven hundred strokes in the combined pattern, so just dipping the brush in ink and taking it out was a heavily tiring task. Fortunately for Aakesh, he had unlimited endurance and couldn't get tired.

Time flew by, and it took around an hour to complete six hundred of the seven hundred and eight strokes. Aakesh then noticed a strange phenomenon; when he dipped the brush in ink and picked it out, he found the weight had slightly increased.

It wasn't an issue compared to the overall weight, but Aakesh understood that the task was going to become even more challenging.

Time flew by, and Aakesh's rate of drawing the strokes slowed down. When Aakesh reached the six hundred and ninety-seventh stroke, he took several seconds just to pick up the brush.

There was also another issue; if left for more than five seconds, the strokes drawn started to fade randomly.

Aakesh took it as his exercise as he slowly accustomed himself to the weight and continued drawing the pattern. He had to draw several strokes twice or more, but he was calm and composed, not losing his concentration.

Aakesh finally reached the seven hundred and eight strokes, completing the pattern.

The next moment, the pattern glowed out, and the light engulfed Aakesh. When the light disappeared, neither Aakesh nor the pattern was there. The ink bottle had reached the same quantity it had before Aakesh began, while the brush looked as if it had never been dipped in ink.

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When the light returned to Aakesh's eyes, he found himself inside the palace, with the gigantic gate behind him. It was still closed.

Aakesh had seen many majestic structures, but the palace in front of him stood out. Aakesh rarely felt awed by things, and the palace was one such thing.

The palace before him was both breathtaking and intimidating. Its towering walls seemed to stretch endlessly as if they wanted to touch the Devas. The sheer size of it was enough to make Aakesh feel humble.

There were endless, intricate carvings etched onto the wall, sharing the story of the Emperor who once lived there. The palace wasn't a ruin; it was the living place of the Emperor, the Emperor who won the battle of the ten Emperors, the Mighty Sudas.

The patterns Aakesh drew meant creation and destruction, respectively. When both patterns were combined, they formed a new letter, representing rebirth.

As it was the palace of an Emperor, it radiated power from every inch of its endless structure.

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