The Celestial Hall pulsed with divine energy, an overwhelming spectacle of grandeur that even Zar had to acknowledge. Towering pillars stretched toward infinity, adorned with golden banners inscribed with celestial runes that shimred like living light. The air itself carried a harmonic resonance, as choirs of ethereal beings wove a hymn so perfect that it transcended re sound—it was a manifestation of divinity itself.
Before him, a grand assembly of gods had gathered, their gazes heavy with expectation. Majestic tables overflowed with divine ambrosia and nectar, a feast fit only for the highest of beings.
They were preparing.
A celebration in his honor was in the works.
Zar raised an eyebrow, his amusent barely concealed.
"First ti stepping into their world, and they're already going all out?"
Before his curiosity could wander any further, an abrupt notification flashed across his vision.
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[System Notification]
[Oi, there's a new mission for you.]
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Zar exhaled through his nose. "And here I was, enjoying the mont."
The system's unusually casual tone irked him, but he ignored it, swiping his hand through the air to summon his interface. A translucent screen materialized, filled with information that shouldn't even exist.
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[Status Interface]
Title: Master of Multiverse #9008
Realm: Multiversal God (Sealed)
Alternate Realm: Damaged Multiversal God (80%)
Authority: Presence of Supre (2%)
Innate Talent: None
System Authority: None
Mission Unlocked: Gas of Gods
[Display Information]
Reward: Authority of ?? (Damaged)
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Zar's eyes lingered on the reward for a mont before his lips curled into a smirk. A thought crossed his mind—this kind of vague, broken reward?
Yeah, this had to be sothing completely overpowered.
("I should know—I'm an author. This is exactly the kind of nonsense I'd pull.")
A low chuckle escaped him before his voice took on an edge of irritation.
"System, tell —how much of my Authority do I need to unlock before I can personally beat the shit out of you?"
Instead of an actual answer, the system responded in its usual mocking tone.
[Not saying~]
Zar clicked his tongue. "This damn system..."
He took a deep breath, calming himself before muttering, "You know, sotis I think you exist purely to piss off."
The system remained silent, but he could feel its smugness radiating through the interface.
Shaking his head, Zar dismissed the screen and turned his gaze back to the divine gathering.
The gods awaited his words.
Ti to set things in motion.
He straightened his posture, his voice resonating with an undeniable authority.
"Delay the feast. There is sothing I must announce."
The murmurs of the celestial beings imdiately ceased.
The atmosphere turned heavy.
Even the six ruling gods—Aetherion, Ignis, Eterna, Noctis, Zephiron, and Vaelora—straightened their forms, awaiting his decree.
Zar stepped forward, his re presence bending the very air around him.
"I am initiating a competition."
Aetherion, the God of Aether and Space, narrowed his eyes. "A competition?"
Zar nodded. "A trial where only the strongest will rise. A test of dominion, strategy, and the will to rule."
Zephiron, the God of Storms, let out a low chuckle. "Hah, now that's sothing I can get behind."
Ignis, his golden flas flickering wildly, crossed his arms. "Interesting. What are the rules?"
Zar's lips curled into a knowing smirk.
"The rules will be revealed during the event itself."
A ripple of intrigue passed through the gods. Even Vaelora, the Goddess of Faith and Fate, narrowed her gaze.
"You would withhold such information from even us?"
Zar's expression remained unreadable. "For a reason. The nature of this competition demands absolute neutrality. Any knowledge beforehand could disrupt its balance."
The gods exchanged glances, considering his words.
Eterna, the Goddess of Life and Death, was the first to speak with caution. "And the rewards?"
Zar t her gaze.
"The rewards will be revealed... in the midst of battle."
Aetherion exhaled. "You truly intend to keep us guessing until the very end."
Zar simply smirked.
Then, Vaelora spoke again—this ti, her voice tinged with concern.
"Master... are you certain of this?"
Zar raised an eyebrow. "Explain."
Vaelora's gaze swept across the gathered deities before she voiced the true issue at hand.
"Our power is vast. If we battle without restraint, we could damage the foundation of this multiverse. No existing plane can withstand the full force of divine combat."
She was right.
The absolute devastation that would follow an unrestricted battle between these gods was beyond comprehension. Aetherion's manipulation of ti and space, Ignis's primordial flas, Eterna's absolute control over life and death—if they fought at full power, the multiverse would collapse.
But Zar?
He rely grinned.
He didn't need to look at anyone as he addressed his system.
"Now then... System, any solutions?"
[Why don't you give so ideas?]
Zar's eyelid twitched.
"This damn system..."
Fine. If it wanted him to co up with a solution, so be it.
He cast his gaze over the divine assembly, then spoke—
And when he did, his voice carried a weight that sent shivers through even the most powerful of gods.
"Then I shall create a realm."
Silence.
"A domain beyond the limitations of this multiverse. A plane of existence forged solely for this competition."
For the first ti in eons, the gods felt sothing they had long forgotten.
Shock.
Aetherion's expression beca unreadable. "A realm... solely created for battle?"
Ignis's golden flas flickered dangerously. "Impossible. Even if such a place were built, it would still echo into the multiverse. It would be linked to creation itself."
Eterna's gaze sharpened. "Unless... you intend to construct sothing that doesn't connect to this verse?"
Zar's smirk deepened.
"Exactly."
He raised his hand.
The Celestial Hall trembled.
A force beyond reason rippled through the divine space.
A reality outside the grasp of the multiverse.
A domain where power could be unleashed without consequence.
A battlefield untouched by the flow of ti.
A plane where creation and destruction held no aning.
And most importantly—
A realm that only he could control.
The gods stood frozen.
Even for beings who ruled over existence itself, this was beyond comprehension.
For a mont, no one spoke.
Then—
Aetherion exhaled. "You... truly intend to do this?"
Zar's eyes glead with absolute certainty.
"Of course. After all—"
His voice thundered through the Celestial Hall, a decree of undeniable dominion.
"—I am not bound by this multiverse's limits."
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