CENTRAL UNIVERSE: MY ATTRIBUTES ARE WEIRD

The morning after his arrival, Harish found himself standing alongside Lysander and Borin in a sprawling chamber dedicated to Basic Qi Circulation and Stance Training. Unlike the grand entrance hall, this room was starker, devoid of crystalline veins, its obsidian walls simply polished to a deep, light-absorbing sheen. Rows of new initiates, a mix of humans, a few scaly-skinned Lizardfolk, and a stoic Stone-Giant youth, stood in rigid stances, their breaths rhythmic, attempting to guide their nascent internal energies. The air hummed with faint, nascent qi, a stark contrast to the overwhelming power Harish now felt thrumming within himself.

The instructor, Elder Tao, a lean, stern-faced Human with a neatly tied topknot and eyes like chips of flint, moved among the students. His gnarled bamboo staff tapped rhythmically on the polished floor, a percussive counterpoint to his booming voice. "Focus! Feel the flow! Let your Dantian be the nexus, drawing energy from the breath, guiding it through the meridians! Every pathway must be clear, every circulation smooth!"

Harish, despite his chubby frame and dusky skin, found the basic stances unexpectedly easy, his body now possessing an innate balance he hadn't known before. His mind, accustomed to the intricate calculations of ancient texts, easily grasped the theoretical concepts of qi circulation. It's like a network diagram, he mused, visualizing the meridians as pre-set conduits. But when he tried to execute it – to gently coax his internal energy along the prescribed pathways – something within him rebelled.

Harish's Point of View:

This qi… it feels constrained, like water forced through a narrow pipe when a whole river could flow, Harish thought, a faint furrow appearing between his brows. His Chaos Breaking Divine Perception, now awake and humming, didn't just sense the qi; it analyzed it, stripping away the conventional understanding to reveal the raw, fundamental energies beneath. The meridians, as taught, seemed inefficient, a limited framework. His perception broke down the concept of "qi flow" into its constituent cosmic vibrations, the ceaseless dance of energy particles. He could see the qi not as a predetermined path, but as raw, malleable data, a stream of cosmic information.

As he attempted to draw breath, his intention to guide the qi into the conventional channels felt… wrong. Instead, his innate Nexus attunement and Chaos Breaking Divine Perception seemed to instinctively bypass the traditional pathways. The very fabric of his body, subtly reshaped by Ravana's truth, now acted as its own direct conduit to the Nexus. The qi surged directly into his Dantian, not through gentle coaxing, but by sheer, chaotic absorption. It then didn't flow through meridians; it re-formed itself, instantaneously and violently, into entirely new, swirling currents within his being, creating pathways on the fly, dictated by raw potential rather than ancient charts. A faint cosmic blue luminescence, deep as the void between stars, pulsed visibly around him, a soft halo that deepened and brightened with each breath, drawing more external qi from the very air of the Academy than anyone else. His Indian facial features, usually placid, now held a look of intense, almost surprised concentration as raw, untamed power coursed through him, unbidden by conventional methods.

At that moment, a strange, ethereal sensation bloomed in his mind, like a silent system prompt, yet organic, intuitive.

Chaos Breaking Divine Perception has analyzed fundamental energy manipulation.

New method of Qi Absorption/Circulation deduced.

Initiating Skill Creation: "Crazy Skill Creator" function detected.

Skill Name: Energy Flow.

Description: User can directly draw and circulate raw Nexus energy, bypassing conventional meridians. Qi pathways are dynamically created and shattered based on intent, allowing for rapid, potent energy manipulation at the cost of traditional control.

Skill created. Continue practice to refine.

Harish blinked, a surge of exhilaration mixed with bewilderment. He hadn't tried to create a skill, but his mind had intuitively grasped a superior method of energy handling, and his unique abilities had formalized it. This "Energy Flow" felt… boundless. He tried to dampen the visible cosmic blue glow, but it seemed an intrinsic part of him now, a testament to the raw, untamed power he wielded.

Elder Tao's Point of View:

Elder Tao, renowned for his strict adherence to traditional qi arts, watched in growing disbelief. His eyes, usually sharp with practiced observation, widened, then narrowed. What in the heavens…?! He had seen powerful cultivators, sure, but this boy—this seemingly ordinary student with his chubby frame and dusky skin—was manifesting something unheard of. The cosmic blue aura around Harish wasn't merely strong; it was chaotic. He reached out a cautious hand, feeling the sheer, raw potency ripple off Harish, like standing too close to a forge's core. His qi senses screamed at the sheer wrongness of Harish's flow – the meridians weren't being used! They were being ignored, bypassed by a surging force that seemed to tear through his very being and reconstruct itself instantly. "By the Ancestors' breath!" he exclaimed, his voice cutting short his own words. "What... what is this? Your qi flow is... utterly unorthodox! It's like you're shattering the meridians then rebuilding them anew with every cycle! Remarkable! Unheard of!" Elder Tao quickly calculated. Dismissing this would be foolish. This wasn't merely an anomaly; it was a phenomenon, a raw diamond for the Cult to polish. He had to adapt his teaching, not force this unique talent into a mold it clearly didn't fit.

Lysander's Point of View:

Lysander had been painstakingly trying to draw even a trickle of qi into his Dantian, sweat beading on his brow from the sheer mental strain. Why is it so hard? Master Tao makes it sound so simple, but it's like trying to catch mist in a sieve. Then, the sudden brilliance of cosmic blue light beside him. He gasped, his hazel eyes wide with a mixture of pure awe and bewilderment. "Elder Brother Harish! Your aura is so bright! I can barely feel my own qi next to yours!" A pang of inadequacy shot through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by genuine admiration. Harish wasn't just strong; he was dazzling, effortlessly emanating power where Lysander strained for a spark. Perhaps if I stay close to him, some of his brilliance will rub off on me, he thought, a fragile hope blossoming in his heart.

Borin's Point of View:

Borin, who, despite his stocky build, was surprisingly adept at basic qi hardening exercises, grunted from his spot nearby, his small, beady brown eyes fixed on Harish. Raw power. Unrefined, but undeniable. He saw the cosmic blue energy, volatile yet potent, swirling around Harish like molten metal. "That's no ordinary qi, lad. It's... wild. Like raw ore before the forge. Potent, yes, but dangerous if not properly controlled." His brow furrowed beneath his braided black beard. As a Dwarf, he respected raw power, but also understood the dangers of unrefined materials. His instinct screamed caution, but his practical mind also saw immense potential, a power that could reshape mountains or forge legends. He needs a craftsman's touch, not a scholar's. Something I understand.

Seraphina's Point of View:

From the very edge of the training hall, where she was ostensibly reviewing a rare alchemical text, Seraphina felt the shift in energy, her silver luminescence subtly intensifying in response to the profound chaotic purity. Her liquid amethyst eyes, usually distant, sharpened, focusing on Harish with an almost predatory intensity, not of malice, but of profound interest. That energy... it sings with the whispers of the primordial Nexus, unfiltered, untamed. Her deep, hidden sorrow seemed to throb, resonating with the raw power Harish unknowingly displayed. She had spent years meticulously researching the lost arts, searching for a forbidden cure to the blight that consumed her kin, a desperate quest that had led her to the shadowed embrace of the Demon Cult. This "Elder Brother Harish," with his dusky skin and unassuming chubby body masking such profound power, was an enigma she hadn't anticipated. He was connected to the Nexus in a way she had only read about in ancient, shattered scrolls. Could his unique attunement, his "Chaos Breaking Divine Perception," be the key to understanding the very essence of the blight, the answer to her agonizing, millennia-long quest for healing? Or was he merely another variable in the dangerous equation of cosmic forces? Her delicate fingers, stained with iridescent powders, tightened imperceptibly around the ancient text.

Cheon Woo Jin's Point of View:

From the shadows near the training hall's entrance, Cheon Woo Jin observed, his tired grey eyes narrowed to slits, analyzing every flicker of cosmic blue around Harish with desperate intensity. Harish. This anomaly. This cosmic blue chaos. In his past life, no one in the Heavenly Demon Cult, not even the Heavenly Demon his brother had become, displayed such an inherent, raw connection to the Nexus, let alone one that defied fundamental qi circulation. The concept of "Energy Flow" and a "Crazy Skill Creator" was utterly foreign to his future knowledge, a terrifyingly new variable. Harish's very presence, his unusual appearance, and now this unprecedented manifestation of internal energy and skill creation, confirmed his status as the ultimate deviation from Cheon Woo Jin's remembered timeline.

My brother... he became the Heavenly Demon by crushing all opposition, by exploiting traditional cultivation. But Harish... he doesn't fit the pattern. He breaks the rules without even trying, Cheon Woo Jin's mind raced, a frantic torrent of calculations. He remembered the screams – the raw, animalistic terror as his brother's dark qi consumed everything. He remembered the acrid smoke, the taste of ash and defeat, the gleeful sneer on his brother's face as he plunged a poisoned blade into Cheon Woo Jin's gut. His second chance, his very existence, depended on preventing that future. Could this uncontrolled power, this "Energy Flow," be the key to averting his brother's dark reign? Or a catalyst for an even swifter, more devastating doom? Every action Harish took, every ripple he created, every nuanced flow of that strange cosmic blue qi, was a thread Cheon Woo Jin meticulously studied, desperate to find the knot that would unravel his past regrets and weave a new, less tragic future. His heart, heavy with the weight of a ruined future, pounded with a mixture of desperate hope and icy dread. I must understand him. I must. But I cannot interfere too overtly. The butterfly effect is a cruel mistress.

The instructor, after a moment of stunned silence, finally composed himself. "Alright! Everyone, observe Elder Brother Harish! While his method is... unique... the sheer potency of his qi flow is undeniable! Continue your own practices, but pay heed to the intent of his energy!" He seemed to be adapting quickly, perhaps seeing an opportunity in Harish's raw talent rather than dismissing him outright.

Harish, slightly embarrassed by the sudden spotlight, offered a small, reassuring smile to Lysander. "Don't worry, Lysander. Everyone starts somewhere. Focus on your own pace." His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the volatile cosmic blue energy shimmering around him. He subtly shifted his weight, trying to dampen the glow, but it seemed an intrinsic part of him now.

As the class continued, Harish's cosmic blue aura remained a quiet spectacle, a shimmering anomaly in the disciplined movements of the other trainees. Lysander, though still struggling, found a quiet determination simply by being near Harish, inspired by his new friend's effortless power. Borin continued his exercises, but his glances towards Harish grew less skeptical, replaced by a deep, calculating respect for the raw, untamed force he represented. And from the shadows, Cheon Woo Jin watched, his mind racing, trying to calculate the next move in a game where the most powerful piece on the board was an unknown factor. The Academy, an ancient crucible of dark arts, had just received its most unpredictable student, and the ripples of his presence were just beginning to spread. The true game had just begun.