Chapter 2: The Gold Finger and the Dao Fruit of Destiny Avenue

  Eryan sat in the small, dimly lit room, his back resting against the cool stone wall. The weight of his thoughts pressed down on his young shoulders, a reflection of the disorienting complexity he felt inside.

  He had just regained his senses after the fall, with fragments of his previous life still lingering in his mind. Yet, amid the confusion, something deeper began to stir within him—a sensation that had been quietly present all along, waiting for the right moment to make itself known.

  It wasn’t a simple feeling, nor could he immediately name it. It was something far more profound, a presence beyond his understanding. It was as though he had unknowingly been carrying a mystery within himself. He couldn’t feel its presence directly—no vibrations, no tangible force—but it was there, like a forgotten tune waiting to be heard.

  Closing his eyes, Eryan focused inward. A strange sensation filled his mind, as if a door had slowly creaked open within his consciousness. Beyond the threshold, there was something faint, yet undeniable. A presence that could not be fully grasped by his current self.

  He saw it, or rather, he sensed it—an ethereal, almost intangible figure. It was not something his eyes could see, nor could his thoughts easily comprehend, yet it hovered at the very edge of his understanding. The more Eryan tried to grasp its essence, the more elusive it became.

  This was no ordinary entity. It was something that transcended his past understanding. The knowledge he had carried from his previous life on Earth or whatever a five years old child knows in present world was insufficient to explain it. He had no name for it, no words that could give it shape or meaning. And yet, it was undeniable. It was the very force that had brought him into this world—a force that had, in some unfathomable way, reshaped his fate.

  The Dao Fruit of Destiny Avenue.He have not heard this name earlier nor have any inkling , but this name came to his mind as soon as he saw this unfathomable thing or whatever you say.

  The concept was beyond him, far more complex and mysterious than anything he had known. He didn’t understand it fully, nor did he feel any immediate rush of power or energy. The knowledge was vague, intangible, like an unfamiliar language he had only just begun to decipher. There was no sense of direct power from it, no overwhelming force surging through him. It was not something he could feel or use yet.

  At first, the Dao Fruit made no sense. He could not understand why he had been reborn or how this mysterious thing or entity had tied itself to his existence. He knew only that it was the root of something greater—something beyond the limits of his comprehension.

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  The Dao Fruit was not a fruit in the traditional sense. It was not something physical or solid. It was more a concept, a manifestation of destiny, tied to the very fabric of fate itself. It wasn’t merely a source of power, but a pivotal thread in the tapestry of his life, something beyond time, beyond space, and beyond all he had previously understood.

  This Dao Fruit was the reason for his rebirth in this world, and its significance was far more profound than mere immortality. At its core, it held something even more incomprehensible—something he had yet to discover.

  The initial truth of the Dao Fruit’s influence was that it was tied to his immortality. It had granted him the gift of eternal youth—he would never grow old. The years would never touch him. His body, though it would continue to develop, would remain free from the passage of time. The fruit had preserved him, halting the inevitable decay of his flesh.

  Yet, this immortality comes with its own limitations.It wasn’t the kind of immortality that would render him invulnerable to all harm. The Dao Fruit’s power did not shield him from illness or injury. His body was not invincible. In fact, he could still die from many causes. What the Dao Fruit offered was not invulnerability, but the protection from the passage of time itself. It allowed him to stay young, unaffected by the ravages of aging.

  But this was only one aspect of its power.Eryan could feel it—a dormant force, locked away inside him. It wasn’t an overwhelming, tangible energy that surged within him. There was no constant feeling of power. But there was something there, buried deep within, waiting to be understood.

  It had been granted to him, yes, but it was far beyond his current understanding and control. The Dao Fruit was not a tool he could wield at this moment. Its full potential was hidden, veiled by layers of complexity that his current self could not yet penetrate. It was not dormant in the traditional sense—it was something far deeper. It wasn’t until he grew stronger that he would begin to unlock its true potential.

  The fruit’s power was not a mere product of immortality—it was more. There were secrets it held, mysteries waiting to be unearthed. And as he grew, as his body and spirit strengthened, only then would he be able to access the vastness of its true nature.

  But right now, it was beyond him. Eryan could sense its presence, its weight within him, but it was a weight he could not yet carry. The fruit’s influence had given him this second life, but it came with a heavy burden. It was a blessing that would take time to unfold, to reveal its true power.

  And that was the most daunting realization: he was not yet ready to harness it.

  Eryan understood now that the Dao Fruit had not only shaped his rebirth but had also set a path for him, one he could not yet fully see. It was as though his very existence was intertwined with the fruit’s potential. But this was not a path he could rush toward. Its power was far too vast, far too intricate for someone as young and inexperienced as he was. He could feel it—but he could not use it.

  He was, for now, just a child, bound by the limitations of his current form. The Dao Fruit would not awaken for him until he had developed the strength, wisdom, and will to bear it. Until that time came, Eryan would need to remain patient. He had to grow—physically, mentally, and spiritually—before he could truly understand what the Dao Fruit could offer.

  For now, he would live as a normal child. He would hide his true potential, biding his time in secret. The Dao Fruit was his gift, yes—but it was also his burden. It was a power far too great to be wielded before its time.

  As the days passed, his mind still struggling to grasp the full nature of his existence. His body was young and weak, but his thoughts were sharp, and he knew that the path ahead would require patience. The Dao Fruit was his destiny, but it would take time to fully awaken and understand it.

  When that day came, Eryan would be ready.

  But for now, he was simply a boy, lying in his room, feeling the weight of destiny within him. Waiting for the moment when the Dao Fruit would finally reveal its true power

  . Until then, he would grow, learn, and prepare.