Miles looked deep inside his body. His energy was traveling his body from head to toe. The circulation was akin to the flow of a river. It was starting from his heart, and the final destination was still his heart.

Although it wasn’t exactly the same, he felt the flow of the energy was similar to Five Finger Punch Death. It might have been his subconscious willing his energy to move according to the art he wanted to create his Body Seed with. But he could still feel weird resemblances to The Exaltedness of the Creator despite not circulating it.

When he wanted to form his seed, energy moved in his body according to the four arts he was practicing. He first ran Royal Blood, then Five Finger Punch Death, then Moon Essence, and lastly Exaltedness of the Creator.

When he was done with the first set and made his mind to create his seed with Five Finger Punch Death, his energy moved on its own and circulated according to four arts over and over again. Creating and destroying seeds in his body over and over again.

He wanted to use this art to create a Body Seed, so it was logical for it to run subconsciously when he was trying to form an ultimate.

The energy that was moving constantly moved faster and faster. At first, the circulation would take half an hour, but over time, it shortened to ten minutes. And the speed of energy moving was getting faster and faster.

Miles focused for hours and felt the form he wanted to create. The normal practice was to move the energy into the seed, and feed it slowly while imagining the wanted form. Like grooming a seed with water, and waiting for it to yield fruit. In the end, the fruit would be the ultimate.

But Miles didn’t have a seed. He didn’t have anything to water, to groom. How could he form an ultimate?

But he didn’t give up. He imagined the form he wanted to create. The form represented him best. He remembered his life from childhood to now. Ultimates were manifestations of energy merged with character. A person could think they were heroic, honest, and benevolent, but the ultimate wouldn’t answer these traits if they weren’t real. Although if forced, ultimate would come to being with these characteristics, but that ultimate would start to fall short because of the incompatibility with the person.

For example, although Miles never saw Malcolm as a mischievous joker, deep down inside, he loved playing with people and making bad jokes. Thus his ultimate, the Mischievous King. He would get stronger, the more he trolled his enemies. If he had another ultimate instead, although he could force it and create an ultimate like the military persona he was wearing, it would affect him in the battles.

I am not a hero, but I am not heartless either. I wouldn’t call myself a good person, but I am not evil. I kill monsters not because of hypocritical lies fed us by the government. I am killing them because I am stronger. They are at my mercy when I have the power. Although this sounds arrogant, it is how it is. I don’t kill monsters because they are threatening me, nor for humanity. I do because they are stepping stones in my way to my goal.

I don’t have to kill all monsters, but to get stronger faster, or for richness, maybe for an orb or core I kill them. I killed Makwa’s mother in front of him just so I could get the cores it stored for Makwa. I will not hide behind a lie to present myself as morally right, nor do I feel any guilt. I did because I could. I would have done it again. This is my will to get stronger.

I am prideful but not arrogant. Every person should have pride, not in a sense of superiority, but in a sense of achievement. Pride should be fed with achievements to glorify. I did many things deemed impossible, and I carved my path with my bare hands. I have been lucky with my family since birth, but I was lacking some other things. I will not cry over the unfairness of fate. Fate is what we focus on in our paths. If a person chooses to focus on what he is missing, he will miss out on what he has.

I was born with dormant ancient genes and failed to awaken. But I had a family that could support me anyway. Even after I left them, they kept on supporting me. I also met with Coin.

I like to be honest, and try to avoid lying. I can misdirect people and hide the truth, but I am still not a liar to achieve my goals. Not that I find that wrong, it is just how I feel comfortable. After all, I have a secret identity. I don’t know if I would be honest if a person close to me asked if I was the Marooner. I probably wouldn’t accept it.

Finally, I am not a benevolent person. I don’t forget how a person threatens me. I always pay back, good or bad. Although I may put up with it for a time, sooner or later, I will pay it back. This might be a defect running in our blood, but this is how I want it to be. A person should be treated not only equally, but have to be paid in several folds. If a person does me good, I will pay them in good by multiplying it. Never cross a Cross.

But if a person tries to hurt me, I will keep that in my heart, and grow it. Not in hatred, not necessarily. But I will pay them in the end. I will make them regret it, I will hurt them the way they hurt me, and even more. It is how our blood runs. Never, ever cross a Cross.”

Miles's inner discovery ended when the energy reached its peak. All the energy he was circulating for hours exploded like a star and filled his body. Every cell in his body was washed by the energy, and warmth covered him. Miles felt like a membrane was surrounding his body.

He opened his eyes in excitement as he realized what was covering him. “I succeeded?”