As Garen was about to discover the Miniature Plane...
Inside a Metal Lifeform in a part of the Dark Forest.
"I never expected that while keeping an eye on little Bebe, I'd stumble upon a Soul Mutant. At such a young age, he's already a ninth-level warrior and a ninth-level mage, and he's even fused with the Laws and Mysteries. He'd be considered a genius among countless Material Planes. And now he's stumbled upon the Miniature Plane I cultivated all those years ago. What a lucky coincidence. What an interesting little fellow."
Garen had no idea that Old Beirut had already taken an interest in him.
Old Beirut casually probed Garen's memories.
"Hmm, I can't probe anything at all. Could it be because of his Soul Mutation? Soul Mutants really are extraordinary."
What Old Beirut didn't know was that whether or not Garen had undergone Soul Mutation, the System made it impossible for him to probe Garen's memories. Even if he managed to, he would only see what the System wanted him to see.
Standing outside the door, Garen found that his spiritual power couldn't penetrate it, as though the door wasn't even there.
To be safe, Garen transformed into a Tiger-Striped Warrior.
"Little White, you come with me."
He stepped through the door.
"Shh, shh—"
Like countless knives, the force of the air slashed at Garen over and over the instant he crossed the threshold, striking him millions of times. Sparks flew from the Tiger God Armor.
Lightning flashed around Little White as he resisted the cutting force of the space.
As soon as he stepped inside, Garen was shocked. The scene on the other side of the door was completely beyond his expectations. Behind it was a miniature space resembling a transparent bubble, a sphere only about ten