Igaris stood atop a high-rise rooftop, his coat fluttering in the wind as he watched the towering wall steadily take form. Slab by slab, stretch by stretch, Mountain King and his subordinates molded the defense line like divine architects shaping the edge of a sovereign domain.
Soon, the city would be fortified. And once the wall was complete, Igaris could move freely.
But even as the outer periter neared completion, a deeper concern stirred within him.
The Dungeon Worlds.
If he was locked within one of them for the standard 14-day cycle, what would happen here? His territory would be vulnerable. Defenseless. He could not rely on chance. Not when he had just reclaid a city from the Empire’s fingers.
The true imperial forces were still far away, perhaps months from reaching Stargaze. But that didn’t an he had ti to waste. The Four Great Houses, each ruling with their own agenda and ego, would not tolerate his rise. They would act swiftly, sending troops to retake what he had claid.
Individually, they posed no great threat.
But together? They would drown his fla before it could beco a fire.
He needed a plan. A way to anchor himself here while exploring the Dungeon Worlds. Or better yet, a way to bypass the ti restrictions entirely. To travel between realms freely. Untethered like a Sovereign.
He closed his eyes briefly, the wind brushing his face, and exhaled.
There was a reason he was so adamant about returning to the Dungeon Worlds.
Resources.
Orca, the cradle of many races, had no natural magical resources left. Its lands were ordinary. Its environnt haf no magical particles like Mana or spirit energy. The planet’s trillions of inhabitants now relied entirely on the World Dungeon System to grow stronger and survive. To consu other worlds.
Like leeches. Like parasites. Like predators.
And Igaris knew the truth.
He had seen the fragnted pieces of the future. He knew who stood behind Orca’s Creation and manipulation.
He was a shadow cloaked in godhood. An entity that twisted the natural order and turned entire civilizations into harvesters of stolen power.
That being was watching him.
Even now, Igaris could feel it. A silent gaze. A distant hum beneath the world’s rhythm. Watching his choices, asuring his growth, like a curator observing a new exhibit.
For now, it would not interfere. It was curious, not hostile. Yet.
But that patience would not last forever.
However, for that being to mark the Overlord as a target... would be the gravest mistake of its existence.
Igaris was himself. Sovereign of his own fate. No one could control him. No sche, no system, no cosmic force could bend his will.
If it ever ca to that, he would take everything it possessed.
Everything.
That single thought rippled through his mind, and with it, a sudden realization struck like lightning. His innate ability.
Infinite Acquisition.
A bold idea unfurled within him. One so daring and mad that not even his future self had ever dared to consider it.
But now was different.
Now, he had returned to rewrite everything.
With the concept burning vividly in his mind, Igaris turned and headed straight for the World Dungeon: Martial Sanctuary.
The guards posted outside never expected his arrival. Nor did the dozens of Divers queued along the stone path to the Dungeon’s mouth.
As soon as his silhouette erged under the past morning sun, the crowd went still.
He was unmistakable.
The Overlord.
The one who took down the enforcers.
The one who declared dominion over Stargaze City.
Their blood turned cold. The boldest among them, a young guard of Champion Rank, dared to step forward.
"Your Excellency... do you require entry? Should I clear the way for you?" His voice trembled beneath a veil of flattery.
Igaris did not stop walking.
He passed by like wind across a blade, speaking only four words.
"Just clear the area."
"Ah, yes, yes."
The man backed off instantly. The guards scrambled, and the Divers practically fled. The entire front of the Dungeon beca a silent, circular void, with only one man approaching the ancient structure at its center.
From the distance, all eyes were on him.
Whispers and fear hung in the air.
What was he doing?
What did he intend to do?
The sun blazed fiercely in the sky, but his will burned even brighter. His right hand shimred with platinum energy as he stepped up to the Dungeon’s stone surface. The symbols on its surface pulsed faintly like breathing veins in a slumbering beast.
He pressed his palm to it. Gently. Deliberately.
As if touching the fabric of a god’s cloak.
Is he mad?
That question echoed silently through the minds of every witness.
Even the bravest thought so. The World Dungeons were ancient relics, rumored to be unmovable. Unbreakable. Immutable.
Yet, here he was.
BUZZZZZ!
The air scread as a blinding surge of platinum light erupted from the stone surface. Waves of radiant energy exploded outward, flooding the area in an overwhelming glow. The crowd stumbled back, shielding their eyes, squinting through cracks in their fingers.
Rumble!
The ground shook.
The Dungeon itself began to thrum, pulsing in rhythm with Igaris’s energy like a slumbering colossus stirred by a forgotten na.
The sky dimd, not with shadow, but overwheld by sheer radiance.
"What is he doing?"
"Is he trying to take control of the Dungeon?"
"That’s impossible! You can’t just—"
But Igaris’s expression never wavered.
His gaze pierced through the radiant light, unblinking.
His intent, unwavering.
His wish, absolute.
Then ca the voice.
Sharp. Synthetic. Absolute.
> [ Warning! Diver Igaris Vance is suspected of committing a taboo. ]
> [ Possible Punishnt: System Shut Down ]
The ssage struck like a blade, and with it ca a flash of crimson light inside his mind. A painful, searing pulse raced through his nerves as the system flared in defiance.
The Dungeon trembled.
The sky darkened with a sudden pulse of ancient power, as if the heavens themselves had taken notice.
But Igaris didn’t flinch.
He whispered low, but every syllable cut through the noise like thunder.
"You think I care?"
His hand pressed deeper into the Dungeon’s core, and the platinum energy surged louder.
"My wish is absolute."
The very air bent around him, trembling with the magnitude of his defiance.
"I will acquire it... no matter what it takes."
The light from the stone shifted, turning chaotic, like lightning flickering inside storm clouds.
"You will also belong to . Even if I must liberate you from your shackles."
Silence.
For a breathless mont, everything paused.
Not just the people watching.
Not just the Dungeon.
Even the System froze.
As if stunned. As if unsure how to respond to a will so absolute, a rebellion so pure.
The world was not prepared what happened next.
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