World creator system

Under the steady glow of the twilight, Wu Zhu stood silently in the training ground, his figure still and focused. The quiet breeze stirred his long robes, but his eyes remained fixed on the sword in his hand—an elegant, unadorned blade. Each movement he made was deliberate, controlled, and imbued with the grace of a seasoned warrior. Every muscle moved in harmony with his breath, his body an extension of the sword itself.

With a subtle shift in his stance, Wu Zhu began to practice, his blade cutting through the air in swift, graceful arcs. Each swing of his sword was precise, as if drawing invisible lines in the air, embodying the perfect balance of force and fluidity. His movements were as silent as they were lethal, every stroke containing both the finesse of a master and the lethality of a killer.

Suddenly, the sword hummed, the air around it shimmering faintly. As Wu Zhu switched stances for another strike, the gift Merlin had bestowed upon him began to stir deep within. A glow ignited in his eyes as his martial abilities from the Zongwu world awakened. He swung the sword again, this time more forceful, and in that instant, multiple translucent and invisible blades of energy materialized around him. They hovered in the air like phantom apparitions, barely perceptible, but radiating immense power.

The blades circled him briefly, responding to his qi and will. Their edges gleamed faintly, rippling like the surface of still water disturbed by the lightest touch. It was as if Wu Zhu's mastery of the sword had surpassed the physical realm, his swings now commanding the very essence of energy itself.

With one final shift in his stance, Wu Zhu's gaze fell on a training dummy standing several paces away. Without hesitation, he swung the sword again, directing the translucent energy blades toward it. **In a flash, the invisible forces shot forward, moving so swiftly that they seemed to vanish from sight.

The moment the blades reached the dummy, they pierced and cut through it effortlessly. The wooden structure stood still for a heartbeat, as if untouched by the assault. Then, with a soft creaking sound, the dummy fell apart—its pieces scattering across the ground, cleanly sliced and pierced by the energy blades.

Wu Zhu lowered his sword, his expression calm but focused. The air around him settled, the translucent blades dissipating like mist in the wind.

Merlin stood, a subtle smile curling on his lips. His eyes, brimming with ancient wisdom, watched Wu Zhu's effortless display of mastery with quiet satisfaction.

Cassandra, N'Jadaka, and Dastan stood nearby, captivated by the performance. The glow of the translucent energy blades still lingered in the air like afterimages, fading slowly as Wu Zhu's sword came to rest.

N'Jadaka and Dastan, both warriors in their own right, were transfixed. They had their own weapons, the powerful Astras, but what they witnessed went beyond the physical—it was art. The grace with which Wu Zhu wielded his sword seemed otherworldly.

Dastan's voice broke the silence. "He looks like he's dancing," he whispered, awe thick in his tone, "like a dancer in perfect harmony with his blade."

N'Jadaka's eyes narrowed, his expression more focused. "More like a dance of death," he muttered. There was no missing the lethal precision in each of Wu Zhu's strikes.

Cassandra, standing beside Merlin, was speechless. Her gaze lingered on Wu Zhu, still processing what she had seen. "I still can't believe… he's a puppet you created," she whispered, wonder and disbelief mingling in her voice.

Merlin's smile widened slightly, his voice warm yet filled with purpose. "Don't think of him as just a puppet, Cassandra. He feels emotions, just like us."

The statement hung in the air for a moment. Cassandra turned to her husband, her eyes wide in awe at the complexity of what he had created. N'Jadaka and Dastan, though still watching Wu Zhu, exchanged curious glances, their interest deepening. A flicker of excitement crossed Dastan's face as he turned toward Merlin.

"Father," he asked, voice filled with anticipation, "can you teach us some of those techniques?"

N'Jadaka's eyes flicked toward Merlin as well, his usual calm demeanor cracked slightly by a glimmer of hope. He stood silent but expectant, his body tense with the possibility of learning something greater.

Merlin's face softened, his gaze thoughtful as he considered the request. He could give them the techniques, the power. But this world was not yet accustomed to such arts—martial techniques from the Zongwu world. He knew that their progress would be limited, perhaps reaching only as far as the Vajra Mortal Realm or Free Earth Realm. But to go beyond that? It was unlikely.

Still, he could see the eagerness in his sons' eyes. With a quiet sigh, Merlin nodded slowly, his voice heavy with consideration. "I will think about it."

A ripple of excitement passed through both N'Jadaka and Dastan, the hope that they might soon be training in such advanced skills lighting their expressions. Their futures seemed bound by the secrets their father held—an ancient knowledge just beyond their grasp.

Merlin turned toward Cassandra, his voice lowering to a gentle whisper as he confided in her. "I created him to protect you."

Cassandra blinked, her expression softening. She looked up at her husband, who now smiled faintly at her, his features touched with the tenderness of a man who had seen too many lifetimes. "Balthazar, Isis, Dastan, and N'Jadaka won't always be by your side," he said softly, "so I created this… as a small protection for you."

Her fingers found his, their hands entwining in the quiet moment. She held him close, a warmth spreading through her as a sudden vision came over her—a brief glimpse of her future. A son. She could see it clearly—a child born to them, his fate entwined with theirs.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, her voice breaking slightly, "I'm going to have a son."

Merlin's gaze snapped to her, and in that instant, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, his smile widening with joy. "I'm really happy," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion, the future unfolding before them in ways neither could have imagined.

[A/N:Cassandra's son will be Dune movie Paul Atredis. Also next wife is Lin Mae from The Great Wall, she is from Yi Ti and her son will be Jing Yuan from Star Rail.]