Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 79: Portal [2]

[Velyrian’s office]

"Hmmm."

Akamir thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he looked at the Ven core in front of him.

’This thing is really fascinating.’

He thought as he raised his hand and moved towards the left. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The core that was levitating in front of him pulsed in response and followed his move.

"What do you think?"

Velyrian’s voice that was filled with eager echoed from his side.

"Shall we try to and see if the outer structure will hold?"

"....Hmm."

Akamir hummed once again.

His blood-red eyes flickered to the structure that covered the outer part.

The Ven core was now covered with a Dyson sphere.

An oval orb-like structure that floated around it.

Silver and black rings slowly rotating with the same length, layered like an artificial solar system.

Akamir looked back at Velyrian. "Aren’t you going a little too fast with it?"

The blonde elf just scoffed. "Focus on the main thing."

Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the floating sphere.

"...Honestly, I have no idea." Akamir mumbled, turning around. "Let me check the diagram once again."

Velyrian grunted in annoyance. "You are smart enough to tell with a glance."

"You are asking me if the the Dyson sphere can help with opening a portal to Clandestine."

Akamir rebuked as he cleared the unwanted things on the board and then attached the diagram on it.

"I don’t want to fuck things up by being overconfident on my intellect."

Velyrian grumbled something uncorrected but Akamir didn’t bother with it.

Milo walked inside the office as she brought them some coffee.

"Here."

"Thanks."

Akamir replied taking the coffee as he looked at the diagram once again.

It had the complete structure of the Dyson sphere and their functions.

"Say, Velyrian." Akamir mumbled rubbing his chin.

"You plan to use the Dyson sphere to extract the extra energy and leave only enough to form a small portal."

Velyrian’s eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth twitching with excitement.

"Exactly! If we try to open a full-scale gate to Clandestine, it’ll collapse or worse—draw attention from the wrong kind of entities. "

"But if we leave just enough energy in the Ven core, then siphon the rest into the Dyson array..."

He dragged his wheelchair over and tapped a spot on the diagram where a series of tiny channels were marked.

"...this sequence will redirect the flow into stabilizers. We’ll get a small, controlled rift. Something the core can handle. Something safe."

"Safe is subjective," Akamir muttered, taking a sip of the coffee. "And I highly doubt it will work."

Velyrian scoffed. "Don’t be a coward."

"I am being smart." Akamir mumbled placing the coffee down. "And what’s your countermeasure if things go wrong?"

Velyrian’s smirk faltered slightly. "There’s a safety rune etched into the base of the control ring. If the flow destabilizes past the 12% threshold, it’ll activate automatically."

Akamir stared at him. "You’re telling me your grand countermeasure is to pull the plug and pray the thing listens?"

Velyrian leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "You make it sound dumb when you say it like that."

"Because it is dumb."

Milo coughed politely. "If it makes you feel better, I also think it’s dumb."

"Thank you, Milo," Akamir muttered without looking up from the diagram.

Velyrian glared at his assistant but didn’t say anything to her.

He looked back at Akamir. "Tell me will it work?"

Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "On paper yes but I can see thousands of ways it can go wrong."

Velyrian quickly shifted his wheelchair towards the core. "Then let’s try and see what happens."

Akamir sighed as he turned towards him. "Why are you so eager to open it anyway?"

Velyrian stopped in his tracks.

"Didn’t you say to wait at least ten years?"

Velyrian remained still without moving for a while.

Slowly he began to drag himself once again. "That’s none of your business."

Akamir narrowed his eyes, watching the sudden stiffness in Velyrian’s shoulders.

He glanced at Milo who had a concerned look on her face.

He sighed once again. "Fine. Keep your secrets to yourself."

Velyrian didn’t respond as he moved towards the plugin switch on the side.

Akamir once again looked at the Dyson sphere.

’How are they even aware of such a thing?’

Back in Akamir’s old world they did have a Dyson sphere around their sun.

But—.

’How can they even think of such a thing with their backward technology?’

He finally looked at Velyrian for answers. "And how did you come up with this idea?"

"It was my master’s idea." Velyrian replied working on the plugs.

"One of the otherworlders proposed the concept of harnessing the sun’s energy by this."

Akamir glanced at Nayomi without a word.

"We made a small prototype based on his idea but my master deemed it too dangerous."

Akamir chuckled. "Well, now I am sure he is smarter."

Velyrian glared at him, like he had touched a soft spot.

"If you want to help then stay otherwise get out." He barked. "I can do this alone."

"No." Akamir replied, walking closer to him. "I will stay."

He stood beside Velyrian as he plugged the last one.

Milo also walked closer before she made a rune in the air creating a translucent shield between them and the core.

Akamir folded his arms. "Alright, genius. Let’s see your big plan in action."

Velyrian gave a short nod. "Initiating first sequence."

He flipped a switch beside the console.

Immediately, the Ven core pulsed—once, twice then began spinning faster.

The rings of the Dyson sphere responded, their rotation increasing in a hypnotic rhythm.

Lines of faint blue light ran along the edges, like veins waking from slumber.

Akamir narrowed his eyes, "Velyrian...."

"Stabilizers engaging," Velyrian muttered, fingers flying across the glowing glyph console.

The hum turned deeper, vibrating through the floor beneath them.

The air buzzed with static.

Then—

Crack.

A small spark jumped across one of the outer rings.

Akamir flinched, hand already raised. "Velyrian—!"

"I see it," he snapped. "Redirecting flow through channel!"

The space inside the Dyson sphere shimmered now, like the fabric of reality was stretching.

Tiny specks of violet and gold flickered in and out like stars being born inside a bubble.

Akamir stepped forward, his voice low. "That’s a tear. You’re really forcing it open."

"We’re almost there."

A soft hiss echoed as the energy condensed in the center.

And then—

Fwoooom.

A thin, vertical slit appeared inside the core’s heart. It pulsed gently. Like a closed eye slowly opening.

Milo gasped. "That’s... a rift, isn’t it?"

Velyrian exhaled shakily, his hands trembling. "Yeah. A micro-gate and it’s stable... for now."

Akamir looked at the rift with a serious expression.

From the other side, nothing could be seen.

Just eternal darkness.

But something about it felt... aware.

"...Do you feel that?" Akamir asked quietly.

Velyrian didn’t answer, too focused on keeping the stabilizers aligned.

Milo clutched her coat tighter. "It’s like... something’s watching us."

The rift flickered....just slightly and a chill swept through the room.

Akamir’s instincts flared. "Shut it down."

"No. We’re not done yet—!"

"I said shut it down!"

The rift twitched like a living thing.

Then, for a brief second they all felt as something blinked from the other side.

Akamir didn’t wait he rushed towards the plug for the Dyson sphere.

"Akamir—!"

Nayomi’s panicked voice echoed and—.

Fussshh!

A faint pulse escaped from the Ven core that echoed within the room.

The world slowed down and so did everything and everyone.

Akamir looked at his hand in horror as it began to stretch out.

Like a spaghetti everything was getting stretched with holes in them.

The rift at the center of the Dyson sphere had stopped pulsing.... it was breathing now.

His hand stretched out like string, then snapped back into shape, only to stretch again—over and over, like a broken rubber band trying to hold form.

He felt like he was being pulled apart and glued back together by something that didn’t understand what a body was supposed to look like.

Milo froze mid-step, her coat fluttering around her like she was stuck in a painting. Even her hair seemed to twist in slow motion, floating upwards as though caught underwater.

"Velyrian!"

Akamir tried to yell, but his voice shattered.

There was no sound.

Just a painful ringing, like glass being ground against bone.

Then—

Something came out of the rift.

A shape began to form. Something long and thin.

A hand? No. A limb.

Akamir looked at the plugs and then at the frozen Velyrian.

’Fuck!’

He extended his hand and used telekinesis.

The mana obeyed and finally he reached the plugs.

Akamir pulled them out through telekinesis with all his might.

A scream not that of a human echoed from the rift.

Boom!

The entire lab shook.

The rift recoiled.

The limb vanished—ripped backward into the void with a snapping noise.

The rift flickered and then collapsed in on itself with a final fwump.

Everything went still, the hum stopped and the lights dimmed.

There was a stunned silence within the room for a long time.