I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 388: Overreaching

Once Victor was satisfied that Gojo could fly without aggravating the remaining minor internal strain, he finally moved.

They dismantled camp with efficiency.

The tent made from the massive beast’s hide was folded carefully. Its thick skin was now a valuable asset rather than a desperate shelter. Supplies were checked, reorganized, secured.

Then, as he secured the last bundle, Victor paused.

His gaze drifted.

"...Now that I think about it," he murmured, mostly to himself, "this might be a good time."

Eirene turned her head slightly.

"To test it," Victor added.

He stepped away from the supplies and stood on bare ground with his boots crunching faintly against blackened stone.

The new Void Emperor Bloodline ability still felt... strange. Unlike Shadow Blink, which was instinctive and immediate, this felt deeper.

Victor inhaled...

Qi stirred... and the void Emperor Bloodline activated.

Glowing arrow like marks appeared all over his body as his hair floated upwards without the help of any wind.

Without wasting any more time, he activated Dimensional Warp.

<[ Dimensional Warp Activated ]>

A circular silver marking spread beneath his feet. Space itself seemed to hesitate and the air trembling faintly as if unsure whether it was about to be torn apart or rewritten.

Eirene watched without comment.

Gojo lowered his head slightly.

Victor turned around.

He didn’t picture a destination.

He simply... willed movement.

The silver marking flashed and Victor vanished.

One moment he was there—

—and the next, he wasn’t.

---

Cold spread through his body instantly.

Victor eyes narrowed as snow crunched beneath his boots.

Frost-laden winds howled across rough ice spires and frozen plains stretched endlessly into the distance.

"...What?"

He turned sharply, recognising the terrain immediately.

The same icy region.

The same oppressive, bone-deep cold that would have turned any normal human into a statue in seconds.

Victor’s eyes widened.

"How far were we?" he muttered.

He tried to measure the distance...

"...Over ten miles."

At least.

And he hadn’t even aimed.

Shadow Blink could never do this.

That technique folded space violently but locally. It only helped with short-range... but this...?

This was different.

This wasn’t folding space.

This was stepping outside of it.

Victor let out a slow breath as frost bloomed in the air.

"...That’s ridiculous."

And dangerous.

He could feel that Dimensional Warp wasn’t just about distance... It was about boundaries, regions, spatial familiarity. The world didn’t resist him the way it resisted teleportation or spatial tearing techniques.

It... accepted it.

Like he was allowed.

A privilege, not a violation.

Victor clenched his fist in excitement.

"How far could I push this...?"

The thought lingered.

Then he shook his head.

"Later."

He turned, activating the Dimensional Warp again.

The silver markings reappeared—larger this time, slightly more complex, as though the technique itself was adapting.

"I need to get back."

He didn’t hesitate.

<[ Dimensional Warp Activated ]>

The markings flared.

Reality folded.

Victor vanished— 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

—and reappeared.

But not where he expected.

---

The first thing he noticed was that the air felt wrong.

It was neither cold nor hot.

It was... empty.

Victor senses alerted him of danger instantly as he froze in place.

He was no longer on solid ground.

Or rather—he was standing on something that pretended to be ground.

Beneath his feet was a translucent, glass-like surface that reflected stars... yet there was no sky.

Above him stretched an endless, fractured expanse of darkness, threaded with faint, glowing fissures like cracks in reality itself. Massive shards of space floated in the distance, drifting slowly, some the size of mountains, others small enough to look like broken mirrors.

Gravity felt... optional. To make matters worse, he couldn’t breathe... there was no oxygen.

Victor’s heart skipped.

"...This isn’t—"

A chill ran down his spine...

This wasn’t the place he’d left, neither was it the icy region.

And it sure as hell wasn’t where Gojo and Eirene were.

The silver markings beneath his feet flickered wildly, destabilizing for the first time.

A low chime vibrated through the space.

Victor felt a presence... from everywhere.

Like something massive was observing from all directions at once.

Victor slowly turned his head while struggling to find his breathe.

In the distance—if distance even applied here—something moved.

A vast silhouette shifted behind one of the floating spatial shards.

Too large to comprehend fully.

Too wrong to belong anywhere near a stable world.

A single, colossal eye opened.

This one was much different from the one in the abyss...

It wasn’t bound to flesh.

It was bound to space itself.

The eye focused.

Locked onto him.

Victor felt pressure searching his soul but it wasn’t hostile...

It seemed curious.

His Void Emperor Bloodline reacted violently, flaring in response causing silver and black energy to ripple around his body as though warning him.

"...So that’s what this ability can do," Victor muttered quietly, forcing calm into his voice.

He swallowed, feeling it clearly now...

Dimensional Warp hadn’t malfunctioned.

It had overreached.

He hadn’t just crossed distance.

He had brushed against a layer he wasn’t meant to access yet.

A place between places...

A different dimension..

The eye blinked once and the space around Victor creaked.

"Nope," Victor said immediately. "Absolutely not."

Doing his absolute best not to panicdidn’t panic, he visualized Gojo and Eirene.

The soul bonds flared like beacons.

Victor activated Dimensional Warp again—but this time with intent.

With every ounce of Void Emperor authority he possessed.

The silver markings exploded outward, layering upon themselves, stabilizing violently as Victor forced the technique to obey.

The eye narrowed and just as it seemed to draw closer...

Victor vanished.

---

He reappeared in a rush of displaced air with his boots skidding slightly as he landed hard on familiar blackened earth.

Gojo and Eirene were there.

Everything was back to normal.

Victor staggered one step, then straightened, exhaling sharply.

"...Okay," he said quietly. "Good to know."

Eirene turned to him, tilting her head slightly.

"You went somewhere you shouldn’t have?" she questioned flatly, having felt something strange through the bond.

Victor snorted once.

"Yeah," he replied. "That’s one way to put it."

Gojo rumbled low in his chest, sensing lingering instability.

Victor glanced back once—just once—half-expecting reality to crack again.

It didn’t.

But the feeling remained.

Dimensional Warp wasn’t just a movement technique.

It was a key.

And he had just brushed against a door that wasn’t meant to open yet.

Victor clenched his fist slowly.

"...I really need to be careful with that."

The world was bigger than he thought.

And far more dangerous...

...

...

With everything finally set, Victor climbed onto Gojo’s back once more.

The frost raptor shifted his massive frame as its wings unfurled with a low, thunderous sound that rolled across the broken terrain. His movements were steadier now with no hesitation or imbalance. The lingering injuries had not fully vanished, but Gojo was once again a king of the skies, not a wounded beast clinging to survival.

Eirene stepped onto Gojo’s back without a word.

She moved with effortless balance, setting her bare feet against the cold scales as though gravity itself respected her presence. The dark markings along her body moved faintly, like ink written into her existence.

Victor took one last look at the region behind them.

The abyss.

The cracked earth.

The battlefield where too much blood had been spilled in too little time.

"This place..." he muttered, then shook his head. "Yeah. Let’s not come back."

Gojo roared.

The sound tore through the air, powerful enough to rattle distant structures before his wings snapped downward.

They took off.

The ground dropped away in an instant as Gojo surged skyward with frost and wind spiraling violently beneath his wings. The sky swallowed them whole and clouds rushed past as altitude climbed rapidly.

Victor settled into position with one hand gripping the ridge of hardened scale near Gojo’s neck while the other rested loosely at his side.

Through the soul bond, he projected intent rather than words.

Avoid the marked zones.

Images followed, projected directly into Gojo’s mind. These were paths Victor had scouted during astral projection. Entire regions overrun by warped ecosystems. Collapsed cities choked in violet mist. Skies thick with predatory swarms. Areas where reality itself felt thin, stretched, or wrong.

Gojo responded immediately.

The frost raptor adjusted his trajectory, banking sharply as he altered course with uncanny precision for something of his size. Each wingbeat carried intention now, guided not only by instinct but by Victor’s foresight.

Below them, the land shifted constantly.

Rough plateaus gave way to cracked wastelands.

Ash-stained plains blurred into fungal forests pulsing with bioluminescent veins.

Far in the distance, storms twisted unnaturally and clouds rotated inward like they were being pulled toward invisible anchors.

Not a single region looked safe.

Victor frowned.

"So it wasn’t just that one area," he murmured. "The whole world outside of the domed cities is like this."

Eirene remained seated beside him, gaze fixed forward.

"It is not a world meant for peace," she said calmly.

Victor glanced at her.

"You sound like you’ve been here before."

She shook her head once. "I remember nothing before existence. But I feel... familiarity."