Epic Of Caterpillar

Chapter 2803 - 2804: Michael

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I knew exactly what this power was: it was Frankʼs [System] Trait, tied to his Soul Origin. A reality-altering force, much like my own Trait.

Traits are immensely powerful, yet incredibly rare. I possess a few myself. In fact, I can even steal the Traits of others, if I consume them.

Thatʼs how I acquired the [Reincarnation] Trait from Nirvana Deus, a formidable agent of a Constellation who had reincarnated as a Demon in service to Satan.

He was the one who revealed the truth to me, likely sent by the Constellations allied with my ”sisters.” They punished me for defying their tyranny, cursing me to reincarnate for millions of years, always forgetting my past lives.

My final reincarnation was as a ”disgusting” Chaos Spawn. Now that Iʼve endured their punishment, they want me dead so I can return to them. He was an agent of those despicable beings who treated me like a toy.

That encounter shattered my perspective and forced me to reflect deeply on my identity. But now, having arrived in this world, my mind has stabilized. I no longer feel that way.

If anything, Iʼm grateful to have come here and merged with my Parallel Self. To inhabit a fragile mortal body again, to experience family from birth, to have parents...

Chaos was a good mother. Remembering my time with her brings me joy, though our interactions were too few to compare.

Anyway, Frank possesses a Trait of immense power, like [Reincarnation], which allowed Nirvana Deus to reincarnate endlessly, retaining all memories.

His Trait is Universal Grade.

Mine, [Defiance], was born from my existence as the daughter of Primordial Chaos. It may even be a manifestation of my Ancient Power as the ”sister” of the Usurpers of Destiny. It is Reality Grade, the highest tier.

Frank, being the son of an Overseer—half Overseer, half human—inherited vast cosmic power. He grew even stronger through his own life before we met.

Overseers exist beyond the Universal Realm, so naturally, his Trait is at least Universal Grade.

His System is absurdly powerful, surpassing mine. Mine was an enhanced copy of Genesisʼ System, a Divine Construction created by Genesis, my sister, daughter of Chaos and The One.

Currently, Frankʼs System resides within my Cosmic Realm, merged with my own to form the Ultimate System I now possess. The Grand Terra System was also integrated, resulting in a truly overwhelming power.

Yet Frank remains here with a separate System and a new Status. This suggests his Trait, ”System,” isnʼt a singular construct. It might be the ability to create Systems, any kind he desires. But heʼs never fully understood it.

Even before arriving here, he may have been unaware of its true nature. Perhaps those who placed him in this Dungeon knew more and are exploiting him, using him as one of the ”Cores” of this world to siphon his power.

That is why I must save him.

Anyway, that is all I know and have speculated about Frankʼs System.

It remains mysterious and incredibly unique. His old System, now merged with mine, rests in my Cosmic Realm.

She occasionally interacts with Andromeda and Astraea, and they have become close friends. Iʼve heard she explores the Realm whenever possible.

She is still deeply worried about Frank, but Iʼve kept her updated.

Later, Iʼll show her what I witnessed today to lift her spirits, though she might get jealous instead, since Frank just created another System.

”So anyway, with this power, I was able to undergo a Class Change Trial,” Frank explained. ”I donʼt think Iʼve ever done one before, so something in my System definitely shifted. It might have been influenced by the Spear I Traced and Copied from Elfina. I gained new abilities and became stronger. Iʼm sure you noticed.”

”I see... so thatʼs what happened,” Harumi nodded. ”A Class Change Trial? That sounds so nerdy.”

”You say that, but you like games, Harumi. I know who you are,” Erika giggled. ”She acts cool, but sheʼs a secret gamer. She loves dating sims, and she plays Gacha games too.”

”W-What?! Shut up, Erika!” Harumi blurted, flustered.

”Haha, well, itʼs nice to know we have something in common,” Frank smiled. ”Iʼve always loved games. I immersed myself in them throughout my childhood after my father left. My mother... she wasnʼt in the best mental state afterward.

Video games and toys were all I had. They became my identity. Even after moving to Japan, when my mother remarried and had a daughter—my little sister—things improved.

We had more money, and my stepfather bought me every console I wanted and any game I asked for, as long as I kept my grades up. So I worked hard to earn all the new Dragon Quests, Final Fantasies, Resident Evils, and more.”

”Thatʼs so sweet,” I said with a smile. ”Your stepfather sounds like a wonderful man if he encouraged you like that.”

”Yeah, he is,” Frank nodded. ”Honestly, I remember so little about my biological father. I stopped caring about him. Iʼm happy with the life I have now. That is why I fight to protect it.”

”Hm...” Harumi nodded. ”Maybe your power was born from that passion. I envy that—I wish I had something like it.”

”Well, Harumi, youʼre a Dhampir with incredible strength and powerful magic,” Matsuo said. ”I think youʼre doing just fine.”

”Yeah, donʼt get cocky, sister,” Mammon added. It was still awkward when he called her that.

”Ugh, youʼve been so quiet I almost forgot you were here,” Harumi muttered, annoyed.

”You donʼt have to make that face,” Mammon sighed. ”What would Mother think?”

”Shut up,” Harumi rolled her eyes. ”Anyway, Frank... you visited another world? How does that even work?”

”Iʼm not sure. A portal opened, I entered it, and voices from statues resembling angels told me to complete a trial by choosing certain aspects,” Frank said. ”I chose something related to Humility and was thrust into a strange trial. After completing it, I gained immense power. And when I left that world, just as it was collapsing, I convinced the souls within the statues to follow me, to give them a second chance. That is how I met Michael and her siblings.”

”Did you say M-Michael?!” Mammon gasped.

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