The war had ended. The Eternal Tree stood tall amidst the silence of shattered heavens and a broken abyss. Where once millions of voices scread in prayer, hymns, curses, and despair, now only silence remained. Silence... except for the heartbeat of one man.
[ Na: Igaris Vance ]
[ Age: 20 ]
[ Power Rank: Supre God -1 ]
The status was no illusion. The air bent around him, the dinsions themselves refusing to act without his permission. His aura stretched endlessly, not like a wave of energy, but like the law of existence itself. He was no longer rely a being within creation. He was a foundation upon which creation now rested.
The surviving angels who had not dissolved into light trembled, unable to raise their wings. The scattered demons who had not been devoured by the Seven Demon Lords howled but could not move, their bodies shackled by an invisible weight. Even the Eternal Tree quivered beneath his shadow, not in defiance but in acknowledgnt, as though the cosmos’s oldest anchor bowed to its new sovereign.
[ Abilities: Spells Records, Ancient Titan Transformation, Limitless Doppelgangers, Nuclear Fire Manipulation, Space-Ti Domain, Soul Eclipse, World Destroying Finger, Undead Recovery, Basic Blademastery, Six Directional Sense, Gale Wings, Iron Fangs, Rock Boulder Throw, Spin-Shell Burst, Lightning Shell, Infernal Tornado, The Architect’s Eyes, Godslayer Sword Style, Kinetic Redirection, Earth Manipulation, Umbral Veil, Phantom Shift ]
The list alone was vast, but what frightened the heavens most was that each ability, in his hand, was not an isolated trick. They were threads woven together, infinite variations, infinite applications. Every spell record, every technique, every law bent and twisted until they were rely extensions of his will.
[ Laws: Fire (99.9%), Genesis (99.9%), Ruination (99.9%), Water (0.5%), Earth (0.5%), Wind (0.5%), Lightning (50%), Light (50%), Darkness (50%), Fate (50%), Karma (50%), Space (100%) ]
His Fire was no longer fla. It was suns collapsing, creation birthing, entire realities burning and reforming at his thought. His Genesis was no longer the law of beginnings but the rewriting of rules, the creation of worlds within worlds. His Ruination was no longer simple destruction but the undoing of foundations, the erasure of truths.
Even the lower percentages of law bowed before his touch. Water bent to rivers he had yet to form. Earth molded itself at his thought. Lightning crawled in his veins. Light and darkness beca colors he could repaint existence with. And most terrifying of all—Fate and Karma were visible to him now, threads stretched from every life, every soul, every destiny, vibrating beneath his gaze.
[ Concepts: Yin-Yang Reversal (Taboo), Lifemaker, Bloodline Lord, Heart of Overlord ]
The Taboo that once threatened to consu him now pulsed in his hand, reversed and mastered. Life and death, light and shadow, despair and hope—all flipped at his will. He was the Lifemaker, his voice the command that birthed or withered. He was Bloodline Lord, his grasp upon the deepest cores of every creature, every race, able to twist, awaken, or erase their heritage. He bore the Heart of Overlord, a concept so supre it made even the Eternal Tree and Demon God quake.
[ Trait: Dinsional Sovereign ]
[ Innate Ability: Infinite Acquisition ]
His trait was no re title. Dinsions folded at his call, ti bent like a rope in his fingers. And Infinite Acquisition—the terror that devoured gods and demons alike—still pulsed, hungering, absorbing. It was the hand of inevitability, a void not of nothingness but of endless gain. Nothing could be kept from him. No law, no soul, no truth.
And so he stood at the pinnacle.
The Seven Demon Lords, once feared as calamities, bowed their heads to him now. Azgorth’s chains rattled in submission. Belmira’s ruby eyes smoldered with devotion. Droskar’s molten axe burned only at his command. Nhyzra’s swarm writhed in reverence. Veythos’s hatred had beco his weapon. Zarkon’s void shielded him instead of devouring him. And Ithrael, eldest of them all, whispered with trembling certainty.
"Sovereign. The throne is yours."
Seraphina stood beside him, her staff lowered, her chest heaving with exhaustion but her eyes never leaving him. Her heart pounded with awe and love. She saw not just the man she once followed, not just the companion of her past life, but the embodint of destiny itself. A Supre God at the age of twenty. A god among gods.
Igaris raised his hand.
And all could see it now. His hand could pluck the strings of fate itself. His fingers brushed the threads of karma that connected every life across Mythraldor and beyond. He could end them with a pinch, or bless them with a flick. He could reshape bloodlines, remake creation, overturn the rules of reality itself.
He clenched his fist. The cosmos trembled.
"I am Igaris Vance," he spoke, his voice carrying across the countless realms that had once prayed to the fallen gods. "Supre God. Sovereign of dinsions. The one who has shattered heaven and abyss alike."
His aura swelled, spreading past the Eternal Tree, past Mythraldor, bleeding into universes far beyond. Every world felt it. Mortal kings dropped to their knees. Archangels wept. Demon Lords roared in fear and reverence. Saints clasped their chests as their faith bent away from broken gods and toward him.
And yet, his words were not of madness, nor cruelty. They were clear, sharp, undeniable.
"The old thrones are broken. The gods who betrayed, the demon who devoured, all are fallen. From this mont forth, the fate of all lies within my hands. And I will not be the tyrant they were. I will be the Sovereign who decides. I will be the one who gives. And when necessary... the one who takes."
His Architect’s Eyes glowed, galaxies collapsing and birthing within their reflection.
He was one step away.
Only one step remained before the ultimate ascension.
The step that would crown him as the Overlord.
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Ti passed.
The Spirit Realm had been quiet after the battle. The skies of erald and silver shone as if the Eternal Tree itself blessed the mont. Upon its colossal branches, Igaris and Seraphina stood side by side, their eyes turned toward the endless cosmos.
For the first ti since their reunion, there was no roar of war, no clash of divine powers. Only silence... and the ache of mory.
"Igaris," Seraphina whispered, her erald hair flowing with the breeze. "In our past life, I thought I was ready to face eternity. But when we fell... when the Outer Beings tore us apart, I realized how fragile even gods could be."
Her voice trembled, but she looked at him with eyes of quiet determination.
"This ti... we will not be separated. Not you, not , not any of us."
Igaris reached out, brushing her cheek with a touch that carried both warmth and command. His gaze pierced through the fabric of reality, searching. His voice was low but steady, carrying the weight of their shared lifetis.
"Then let us bring them ho. Every one of them. This ti, no realm, no god, no demon will chain us apart."
Their path took them across countless realms. Each world, a different scar of history. Each wife, a soul bound by fate and tragedy, waiting to awaken.
The first they found was Lilya, her silver eyes glowing faintly within the Celestial Dragon Empire’s Throne World. She was draped in royal garnts.
"Igaris, You ca for again."
"Always," Igaris replied, stepping forward, his arms wrapping around her fragile form.
She buried her face in his chest, tears falling. "Then I’ll fight with you again, no matter the price. Even if it’s against the heavens themselves."
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In the ocean realm of endless tides, they freed Neriah, the Oceanic Empress, whose body had been chained to anchor the seas. When Igaris shattered the chains, she rose with waves crashing around her, her sapphire hair gleaming.
"You stubborn man..." she laughed softly through her tears, resting her forehead against his. "You found across lifetis. Did you think I would refuse you now?"
Seraphina stepped forward, smiling warmly. "Sister... welco back."
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One after another, the wives awakened.
Aelith, the Moon Priestess, erged from her prison of light, her silver gown fluttering as she descended like a falling star. She grasped Igaris’s hand, whispering, "My lord, my moon has always followed your sun."
Veyra, the War Maiden, found trapped in a cursed battlefield, raised her spear high the mont Igaris freed her. "Once more I shall stand at your side, Sovereign. This ti, let our war shake eternity."
Yunaria, the Songstress of Dawn, whose voice had been silenced by divine chains, sang again when Igaris touched her lips. Her lody was a hymn of reunion, making the Eternal Tree itself tremble with joy.
Each reunion was not only power regained, but love rekindled. Tears, laughter, embraces, and vows echoed across realms as one by one, his wives gathered.
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When the 23rd wife was freed, Seraphina turned to Igaris, her hands clutching his tightly.
"That’s all of us... or so I thought."
Igaris’s Architect’s Eyes glead, piercing through layers of ti itself. His voice was filled with both longing and certainty.
"No. Not twenty-three. Twenty-six. Evernight, Shirley and Diva—they are waiting for you all."
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