While the tutors were still buzzing with confusion over what Cillian had just done, the man himself was on his way to the Academic Affairs Office, calmly filling out a request for early assessnt. Because he’d figured it out.
"Devils aren’t constantly angry or cruel," Cillian thought as he walked. "That’s not what makes them what they are."
Anger and chaos were symptoms, not the core. What really made a Devil... was a certain hunger. An endless drive to expand, to spread, to invade. Devils weren’t content to rule one hell. They wanted more. Planes. Worlds. Everything. They lived for conquest.
Right now, the creatures inside Cillian’s Abyss were decently powerful, but all they were doing was killing each other to survive. They were adapting,but only to their known environnt, as chaotic as it was what would happen when sothing completely unknown attacked.
They weren’t really evolving with a purpose. Not yet. If he wanted true Devils, they needed sothing else. A bigger target.
That’s when the idea ca to him. Pressure. Real pressure. Sothing from outside the Abyss. If he could give these creatures a reason to look beyond their world,make them see that survival wasn’t the goal, but conquest, then maybe, he could just force the birth of the very race he was trying to create.
And that was why, without warning, Cillian handed in his application for assessnt. Not just the first stage. All three. One after another. One day apart.
anwhile, back in the observation room, the tutors were still trying to make sense of what was going on. So said he was being reckless.
Others figured he was trying to buy recovery ti between tests by spreading them out, which wasn’t uncommon.
It made so sense, after all, the assessnt periods were brutal. Letting invaders into your world always ca at a cost, and recovery between stages could help. But not everyone agreed.
"The strongest thing in his world is a single fourth-tier creature," one instructor said, pointing to the muscular monster on the projection screen. "And even that thing can’t take on a real fifth-tier invader."
"His world isn’t ready. He’s rushing it."
Warren sat in silence, his fingers drumming on the edge of the table. Finally, he slamd his palm down, loud enough to silence the whole room.
"Enough."
The wave of divine pressure he released made the others shut their mouths imdiately.
"If he wants to do it, then let him, he’s already shown incredible ingenuity. We don’t need to understand every move he makes. I’ll approve his early assessnt."
Without another word, Warren stood up and walked toward the door. The room was stunned.
"Vice Principal Warren? You’re leaving? What about the rest of the projection?"
Warren paused, then looked back.
"I’m not going far. Just heading to the Principal’s office."
The room went cold.
"The Principal? She’s been in closed-door training for years"
"She said not to disturb her unless it was urgent?!"
Warren didn’t even slow his pace. "And this is urgent."
As he walked, sothing weighed heavy on his mind.
"Maybe... just maybe, this kid figured out sothing we couldn’t."
He quickened his step.
Back at the Academic Affairs Office, Cillian handed in his form to the staff. The teacher at the desk stared at him like he’d grown another head.
"Here’s my request."
The teacher blinked. "Oh right! You’re doing the first assessnt now. I’ll get that set up."
Cillian smiled. "Actually, it’s all three. First to third. One day apart."
Silence.
Every teacher in the room turned to stare at him like he’d just declared war.
But Cillian didn’t say anything else. He just walked over to the assessnt seat, sat down, and calmly summoned the embryonic world that was bound to him,his Domain, the Endless Abyss.
As the dark, swirling mass of that world opened in front of them, the teachers couldn’t look away. It was like a black hole, pulling all attention toward it. This was the world that had shaken the entire tutor circle,and now it was going to be tested.
So whispered it might be the first fully functional low-latitude Divine Realm ever created by a student.
First of its kind.
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"Alright, Cillian Carter. The assessnt’s about to begin. Get ready."
A golden thread of light was drawn from the core of a separate Divine Realm,the testing world. This was a place designed by Grimstone specifically for assessnts, filled with all kinds of different invaders. Sotis they were orcs. Sotis elves. Sotis vampires or dwarves or humans with strange weapons. It changed every ti.
The randomness was brutal. The mix of races, technology, magic, and strategy ant no one could prepare for everything. So students ended up facing enemies they were never built to counter. And worse, the world they were connected to was a blend of fantasy and steam-tech. One test might throw magic at you. The next might bring industrial war machines.
Cillian wasn’t allowed to fight directly,none of the candidates were,but he could still guide his world. Influence his creatures. Shape how they responded.
As the link was made, Cillian felt it. Like a blade slicing into his thoughts. The connection was deep,his soul was tied to the Abyss after all . And now sothing was trying to invade it.
The mont the light particles from the assessnt world entered the Abyss, Cillian gritted his teeth.
"The Assessnt begins!"
He closed his eyes and reached inward.
There was a sound,tal armor shifting, boots crunching. Dozens of orc-like soldiers landed on the upper layer of the Abyss. One by one, they stood and got their bearings. Their leader barked orders in a language Cillian couldn’t understand, and the troops quickly moved into formation.
They were experienced. Organized. Their instructions was simple,destroy the core of the Abyss.
But they hadn’t walked far when things started to go wrong.
One orc dropped to his knees, retching. Another stumbled. Soon, half the group was coughing, bleeding, shaking. Even their strongest commander looked pale.
Sothing was wrong with the air. With the sky. With everything.
There were no trees, no birds, no sun. Just a blood-red sky and a poisoned wasteland. A land that hated everything in it.
Then they rose out of the filth like nightmares,mutated, twisted, howling. So walked. So crawled. So flew. None of them had nas.
And all of them attacked.
Claws. Poison. Magic. Machines. Madness. There was no order, no formation,just violence. But it wasn’t random. It was instinctual. The Abyss didn’t train its soldiers. These creatures didn’t need orders.
They knew what to do.
Kill the invaders. Break them. Swallow them.
The orcs barely had ti to scream.
The Endless Abyss had begun its counterattack.
And the ssage was clear.
Welco to Hell.
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