Transcended Novels & Stories

If real gods existed, the one they pray to in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral would have descended long ago to punish the world. By the current hierarchy of martial power, what corresponded to a "True God” was referred to as Transcendent. It stood one full level higher than "Beyond Mortal Limits" and represented the absolute peak of life itself. Martial Emperor, Martial God, Beyond Mortal Limits, and Transcendent were the four final, definitive stages of the martial path. The "demigod" Mendyl mentioned meant someone with one foot already stepping into the realm of Transcendent. Christopher said nothing, only staring intently at that increasingly blazing sun, his expression growing darker and ugli

Seeing their leader reduced to a placid husk, hearing their own death warrant spoken in the flat tone of absolute fact, they turned and fled back through the shattered entrance, scrambling over each other in their terror to escape the Vault. Lyra stood frozen, her staff trembling, her face a ghostly white. She was a consistent variable. Spared. The horror of that privilege was etched into every line of her body. Nyx, however, was radiant. "Assimilation..." she breathed, her eyes shining with a terrifying light. "Yes... of course! To become one with a new law of reality! To be part of the ultimate composition! It's the next step!" She looked at us, her expression one of feverish encouragement

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

"How does she become foundation when she has no quantum signature?" "By giving up individual existence entirely. By dissolving biological form. By becoming pure consciousness distributed across all enhanced individuals." The old man looked at me with ancient eyes. "You'd exist everywhere and nowhere. You'd be part of everyone but separate from everyone. You'd be template. Foundation. Network itself. But you wouldn't be Eva Morrison anymore. Wouldn't be wife. Wouldn't be mother. Wouldn't be individual at all." "That's death," Subject Seven said. "That's transcendence," the old man corrected. "That's becoming something greater. Something necessary. Something that saves everyone including Grace

“You’d say no. Stay with saved reality. Protect consciousness you fought for. That’s your pattern, sacrifice transcendence for others’ survival. So I eliminated the choice. Brought you here anyway. You’re welcome.” My family is scattered around this non-space that’s somehow everything and nothing, Alistair trying to orient himself, my sons clinging to each other, Anna holding Sera while both halves of her (still split) process being yanked beyond reality. “Where IS here?” Marcus asks, and his voice sounds wrong he’s not substrate foundation anymore because there’s no substrate beyond existence. He’s just Marcus. Individual consciousness without reality to anchor. “Here is where consciousness

The forest he lived in transformed into an instant desert of death. "Why am I not dead?" Quickstep asked in agony as tears were flowing down his beady eyes. "You have been saved by the system bestowed upon you by a god, host," the female unfeeling voice of the system answered Quickstep. "What system?" Quickstep was still dazed with his loss and was not thinking properly. "The system is called Transmogrification. You can take any life form you touch and take their abilities for your own use. Their memories and shape would also be available for you. This ability is also applicable to the dead and inanimate objects," the system said to Quickstep.

Lucas crooked his finger at the Transcendent Being. The Rank 10 Transcendent Being naturally knew that as long as he went over, his life would forever disappear from this world. He did not wish to die. He truly did not wish to die.

Transcendents focus on the development of a single ability, believing in the path to divinity through single-minded devotion. They refer to their ability development as Gene Transcendence. In the Crimson Alliance, those who follow this path are typically talents with A-level or higher potential in their abilities. If Transcendents are specialists, then Innovators are generalists. Innovators use various methods to master multiple abilities. For instance, they might implant the bloodlines or organs of other extraordinary beings, or consume highly concentrated gene potions for a secondary awakening, and so on. They aim to create a complementary system of abilities, achieving a perfect cycle, an

Liana turned toward her. “No.” She smiled. “It's freedom.” The darkness cracked. A wave of light exploded outward. The two enormous eyes closed. The entire world shook. Then a single sentence appeared in the air. CHOICE DOES NOT REQUIRE CERTAINTY. The Celestial Heart appeared again. Its symbols began moving. YES. NO. FREEDOM. SELF. MEMORY. Then a new symbol formed. A crossroads. Two paths. Neither marked as right. Neither marked as wrong. The crowned Liana stared at it.

a voice rung out from someone amidst the crowd. “Is this even possible?” another added. I quickly looked at myself, and... just like they'd said, I'd suddenly advanced from Transcendent Mortal realm to Transcendent Mortal realm primary stage! Finding myself in a conundrum, I asked, “Are breakthroughs really that easy?”