[Main Scenario #97 — 'Preparations of the Single Story' has concluded.]
[You have earned the Story, 'One Who Reached for the Stars'!]
In the quiet aftermath of the broadcast, the system messages flickered across the retinas of Kim Hajin and Klein-Amon. The weight of the world's focus was a physical pressure, but for a moment, Hajin's smartwatch vibrated with a unique, glitched frequency.
[The 'Fragment of a Censored World' has been recorded in your 'Story'.]
Hajin stared at the screen. "Klein... do you see this?"
The Lord of Mysteries leaned in, his monocle glinting.
They didn't have time to investigate.
The air in the room curdled as a small, furred figure with three yellow horns manifested. Bihyung—his form was humanoid, draped in white tiger leather, his presence radiating the status of a Great Dokkaebi.
[The preparations are over,] Bihyung spoke, his voice carrying a heavy, tragic resonance. [The Star Stream has made its choice. The stage for the end is set.]
[Conditions to activate the restricted main scenario has been satisfied!]
***
[You can now participate in the Great Dokkaebi's 'Final Ballot'.]
Bihyung looked at the messages and slowly blinked.
In the depths of the Bureau, the Great Dokkaebis gathered. The air was thick with the scent of burning fables.
The Dokkaebi King watched from the shadows as the storytellers of the universe prepared to cast their final ballots.
[The Nebula
Bihyung stepped forward.
He remembered a soccer-ball-sized version of himself and a man who promised to make him a King.
He had now become a full-on 'Great Dokkaebi'.
[I shall be on my way now, Baram-nim.]
[Are you planning to go to them?]
Bihyung didn't reply.
But Baram continued on, anyway.
[All Dokkaebis must select their ownfinal stories when the end of times draws near. Even if they could die telling that particular story.]
[...]
[The story you're about to select has very low odds of victory.]
[I'm aware.]
[Not only that, they have declared a war against the Bureau and quite a number of other Outer Deities and Nebulas, too.]
[I'm also aware of that.]
There was no Dokkaebi alive who didn't know what it meant to become enemies with the Bureau in Star Stream.
[Even so,] Bihyung replied, his eyes fixed on the distant screen of Earth. [I want to see the end of this world with that story.]
***
[You somehow managed to get this far.]
The long coat fashioned out of a white tiger'sfur really suited him well.
Hajin spoke in a sarcastic tone of voice.
"You were actually waiting for us to create a Nebula?"
[The memorial funeral of Earth's protectors is a pretty popular Fable among your subscribers. So, I just couldn't bear to interrupt the flow.]
Bihyung shrugged his shoulders and spoke up.
[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', is dabbing her eyes away.]
[Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', is grumbling while handingover a handkerchief.]
This damn guy, sending that out as another broadcast.
[And so. The Final Scenario is literally just around the corner.]
"We know."
Klein stepped in.
[Congratulations on ascending to Great Dominator, the Fool. You have an interesting Story.]
Scenarios didn't only apply to Constellations and Incarnations, but to the storytellers like Dokkaebies, too.
And the 'CandidateBallot' that would decide the end of all scenarios was an incredibly importantscenario for all Dokkaebis.
It was a scenario where they had to bet their own existence.
===
Main Scenario #98 – Candidate Ballot
Category: Main
Difficulty: ???
Clear condition: Please choose the final candidate for the 'One SingleFable'.
Time limit:—
Reward: ???
Failure: Death
===
[Great Dokkaebi 'Bihyung' has currently cast his vote with Viewpoint of Mysterious Extra.]
[Main Scenario #98 – Candidate Selection War has begun!]
***
Uriel's mood was beyond foul.
She looked at the flickering screen where the Apocalypse was happening.
[...Irritating. How dare they injure my precious Heewon! Where the hell is Dokja?! This f■ing bit■! I'm gonna incarnate now! Wait for me..!]
She adjusted the shimmering veil of the Wall that Divides Good and Evil. It pulsed with a binary light—absolute white and deepest black.
As the Head of Eden, she was no longer just a judge; she was the boundary.
Before she could answer another message appeared.
[The Bureau has summoned the Constellation, 'Sovereign of the Shattered Heavens'!]
She had acquired this Modifier and Wall that Divides Good and Evil after Metatron and Agares died in Demon Realm.
[Will you answer the summons?]
[Tsk. I hope it won't take too much time.]
Uriel tapped the 'Confirm' button with a sharp, metallic click.
Blinding light gave way to a cold, sterile expanse—the neutral zone between the Bureau and the Final Scenario stage. Uriel scanned the field.
The Abyssal Black Flame Dragon was there, looking uncharacteristically somber.
Gabriel stood by his side, her wings still missing several primary feathers from the battle in Trier, her incarnation participated in 'Shadow of the Sunken Epoch' Scenario and Gabriel had to help with his own probability.
The Korean Peninsula's stars—the Bald General of Justice, Yi Sunsin—were all present, their forms flickering with the exhaustion of the War of Convergence.
[Look at this,] the Black Flame Dragon muttered, his voice a low growl. [Every star that actually stood on the front lines is here. The ones from the 'Kim Dokja's Company' channel.]
[It's a reunion of the battered,] a graceful voice chimed in.
Persephone, the Queen of the Darkest Spring, stepped out of a shadow. Her black lace fan was closed, and her eyes held a chilling, regal disdain.
[And look who finally decided to open their front doors now that the air is clear.]
The atmosphere ignited. Not with the righteous fire of battle, but with the suffocating, arrogant heat of the 'Midday Sun'.
Ra descended, his golden chariot radiating a Status that sought to crush the "lower" stars.
Behind him followed a procession of Myth-grade representatives from
These were the beings who had closed their rifts and retreated into the high-causality zones of Final Scenario when the Convergence happened.
[Is everyone here?] Ra's true voice boomed. [I see the Underworld and the... remains of Eden have crawled out of the mud.]
Uriel stepped forward.
The Wall that Divides Good and Evil flared behind her, casting a shadow that cut Ra's sunlight in half.
[The mud is where the work was done, Ra,] Uriel said, her voice vibrating with the authority of the Wall. [I don't recall seeing a single ray of your sun when the Inextinguishable Ravings were screaming through the Olympus. Did you have a cloud problem?]
Ra's flames flickered in irritation.
[We were preserving the Probability of the Final Scenario. A concept a fledgling Nebula like yours wouldn't understand.]
[Preserving?] Persephone laughed, a sound like Cruella Devil herself. [My husband stood at the gates of the Abyss. And you... you hid behind your curtains like frightened children. Tell me, does the 'Great' Sun God feel better now that the 'fledlings' saved his throne for him?]
[Enough of this bickering,] a screeching, fractured voice interrupted.
From the shadows of the high-grade Nebulas stepped a figure draped in frost and decay.
It was Hela, the Empress of Niflheim. Her form was a mess of glitched stories; she had suffered a catastrophic loss at the hands of Abaddon in Europe, her status nearly devoured. She managed to survive only with the help of Mother Tree of Desire's Angel.
Ra stated, gesturing toward Hela:
[We have summoned you here to propose a unified front. To ensure the stability of the Single Story, we must align with certain powers of the Cosmos. Hela and her associates have offered a... compromise.]
Uriel stared at them, her eyes widening in genuine disbelief.
[You hid from them when they were at our throats,] Uriel whispered, her voice dangerously low. [You want to align with the monsters that killed your own children and incarnations?]
Hela shrieked, a sound of static and ice.
[The Star Stream... must... survive. Better to... serve the Cosmos... than be... erased.]
[Pathetic,] Uriel spat. [You must have lost all your poor dignity.]
[How dare a mere...] Zeus smirked.
She turned to the gathered Constellations, interrupting 'Lighting Throne'.
[Look at them,] Uriel commanded. [The 'Mythic' stars. They were too cowardly to fight as our enemies, and they are too weak to stand as our allies.]
Uriel looked Ra directly in his burning eyes, the Wall behind her glowing with a terrifying, judgmental light.
[If you want to align with the Outer Deities, go ahead. But know this: when the 98th Scenario begins. We won't stand aside.]
[Constellation, 'Sovereign of the Shattered Heaven', is revealing her absolute animosity toward Nebula
[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', prepares her flames of retribution!]
[The Underworld agrees with the judgment!]
Ra's chariot shook with rage, but Uriel didn't wait for a response.
She turned her back on the sun, her tattered wings unfolding with a defiant, silver-black glow.
***
The morning after the birth of
The sky over Seoul remained a bruised tapestry of violet and gold, held together by the flickering Astral Barrier. In the center of Seoul ruins, Kim Hajin stood with his sleeve rolled up, the pure mana of his Stigma glowing with a heat that made the surrounding air distort.
He used 4.5 streaks of Stigma to activate his high-rank Gift. He was trying to summon Genkelope's Battlecruiser.
===
[Buster Call] [High-rank]
—Summon
○Using Stigma's magic power, summon from the Tower of Wish vassals who swore loyalty to Kim Hajin or his possessions.
===
Chwaaaa—
Stigma's magic power shot up from his body, piercing through the clouds and creating a hole in the sky.
The light created a ring, which was, of course, a portal.
His head and chest didn't hurt, unlike the first time he'd used this gift on Orden's territory. That alone showed just how powerful Hajin grew in Convergence.
Guooooo…
Fierce wind blew from the portal.
Dirt rose up from the ground as a huge object appeared through the portal.
A massive, geometric shadow blanketed the city, stretching for kilometers. From a localized rift in the sky, a gargantuan vessel began to descend.
What was descending from the sky was Genkelope's Battlecruiser, a product of transcendental magic engineering found only inside the Tower of Wish. Earth's current technology couldn't build even a tiny part of the battlecruiser.
[Genkelope's Battlecruiser has been summoned through your Gift 'Buster Call'.]
[The vessel and its crewmen have their specs increased by 30%.]
[Special skill 'Algorithm' reacts to your Gift 'Buster Call'. The vessel's specs increases by 12.5%.]
[Buster Call will remain active for 36 hours and can be reused after 90 days.]
—Hello, Ship Commander. It's been a while.
Horner's voice rang out in Hajin's ear.
—Waiting for your command.
Beside Hajin, Klein-Amon watched the descent with an expression of genuine, divine shock.
As the Lord of Mysteries, Klein understood the concept of 'Summoning' and 'Grafting,' but Hajin's ability to bypass the Spirit and Astral Worlds, and pull a literal dimension into reality through sheer "Settings" was a logic that even the Error found difficult to parse.
"You... just pulled a floor of a tower through the eye of a needle," Klein-Amon spoke, his voice a layered resonance of two souls. "That is not 'probability,' Hajin. That is a crime against the laws of Space-Time."
"I guess being an Author has its perks." Hajin scratched the back of his head, looking genuinely embarrassed as the massive ship's docking bay hissed open, [Now, listen to my command: prepare for boarding!]
His true voice added some aura to Hajin, though it was all in vain, it would increase his Status, not beauty stat.(;3)
The boarding was a spectacle that the Star Will would record for eternity. It wasn't an army of one world, but the collective defiance of three.
The Nine Stars, led by the indomitable Chae Joochul, walked up the ramp first, their presence shocking the crew. They were followed by the Underworld contingent; Hades and Persephone walked with a regal grace, their shadows lengthening into the ship's corridors.
Kim Namwoon walked near them, grumbled about the "lack of aesthetic" in the futuristic hallways until he saw the Genkelope's weaponry—then his eyes lit up with a manic glee. There was a Gundam toy on his belt.
Chief Administrator Jesus arrived next, flanked by Medea and Athena. They moved with a status that made even the air in the ship feel "sanctified."
Hajin stood at the primary airlock, acting as a quartermaster for a literal pantheon. He pulled out a leather pouch containing shimmering, translucent pills—items created via [Setting Intervention].
"Eat these," Hajin said, handing them to the God of Steam and Machinery and Roselle Gustav. "This world doesn't allow for the slow digestion of divinity. These pills will help accomodate your Uniquenesses."
The God of Steam swallowed his, and his form immediately stabilized, his status as Half-Demon of Knowledge finally solidifying.
Roselle felt the chaotic ripples of Half-Anarchy smooth out, his brass book glowing with a new, orderly light.
Amanises (Evernight) and Lilith (Earth Mother) declined; their battles during the Apocalypse had already accelerated their accommodation to the limit.
As the last of Kim Dokja's Company boarded, the ship felt alive with the friction of different realities.
The interior of the Genkelope was vast enough to house a city, and within its commons, the impossible happened: the heroes of three universes began to act like friends.
In the training hall, Aileen—the Master of Spirit Speech—was trying to reach a high-level mana-capacitor on a shelf. Being notoriously short, she was hovering on a small platform of mana. Lee Jihye, seeing her struggle, walked over with a polite smile.
"Would you like some help, little lady?" Jihye asked, reaching out to lift her down.
"Little?! I am the Heroes Association executive!" Aileen shrieked, her face turning red as she swatted his hand away. "If you touch me, I'll make your armor to be five sizes too small!"
Jihye blinked in confusion, while Jung Heewon laughed in the background. "Careful, Jihye-ssi. She's got a bite."
Nearby, the Chameleon Troupe and the Tarot Club shared a table in the lounge.
It was a meeting of professionals.
Leonard Mitchell sat across from the Boss.
"Your 'Shadow' attribute," Leonard noted, glancing at Boss's dark aura. "It feels like a degraded version of the Evernight pathway. But your efficiency is... higher."
"It's not about the source," Boss replied, her eyes flicking toward Hajin. "It's about what you protect with it."
Audrey Hall (Justice) sat beside them, her golden eyes scanning the room.
She reflexively tried to read the Boss's mind, only to find a chaotic, overwhelming swirl of "Hajin-Hajin-Hajin" that made her ears ring. Audrey winced, adjusting her emerald dress that looked more like an armor now.
She turned towards her dog Susie, who was currently running after Evandel's Fenrir, wagging its tail happily.
'Who'd tell that she's Sequence 4,' Audrey couldn't help but scoff.
"The devotion in this ship is... loud," Audrey whispered to Han Sooyoung, who was busy scribbling notes.
"Tell me about it," Sooyoung smirked. "It's a miracle the ship doesn't crash from the sheer weight of everyone's 'main character' energy."
The last to board was Adam.
He didn't walk; he simply was there.
As the God Almighty, his presence forced the Genkelope's AI to recalibrate its definition of "Lifeform."
He nodded to Klein-Amon, a silent acknowledgement between two Pillars.
"Hold on to your souls," Klein-Amon announced.
The Lord of Mysteries stood on the bridge, his dark trench coat billowing.
He didn't use the ship's engines. Instead, he reached out his hand, and the Door of Light flickered upon his palm.
[King of Space-Time—The World is a Door!]
The Genkelope didn't move forward; the universe simply moved around it.
To the passengers, it felt as if they were being pulled through a kaleidoscope. Stars became long streaks of silver; the Spirit World bled into the physical, showing glimpses of lost civilizations and floating islands of pure information.
Even the Transcenders—Kyrgios and the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint—were awestruck. They had mastered the limits of their worlds, but to see the "Logic" of the universe being folded like paper was a revelation.
They reached the depths of the Universe in a matter of seconds.
The "folding" stopped.
Before them lay the Ark of the Final Scenario.
It was a blinding, titanic structure that defied description—a fortress built of "First Generation" stories, glowing with a light that made the Genkelope's scanners white out.
It looked like an object from a myth that hadn't been written yet.
[You have reached the 'Final Scenario Zone'!]
[You do not possess the necessary 'Qualifications' to enter!]
"We're blocked," Anna Croft said, her Great Demon eyes narrowed as she looked at the barrier. "The Star Will won't let us through until we win the Scenario."
===
< Main Scenario #98 – Candidate Selection War (restricted) >
Category: Main
Difficulty: ???
Clear Conditions: All Nebulas recorded in the 'One Single Fable' can now freely engage in inter-Nebula warfare. It's possible to declare war without any penalties, and alliances and request for support between other Nebulas are now fully allowed.Emerging victorious in the Candidate Selection War will ensure that you receive
Time Limit: ―
Reward: Increase in the Nebula's profile. Acquisition of Myth-grade Fable related to inter-Nebula warfare
Failure: Reduction in the Nebula's profile. Qualification for the Final Scenario rescinded.
But the barrier wasn't their only problem.
===
The space around the Genkelope began to ripple.
Massive, illusory teeth—each the size of a skyscraper—materialized from the vacuum. They were made of a translucent, grey static, dripping with the conceptual essence of Primordial Hunger.
"What is that?" Suho shouted, drawing his sword.
Klein-Amon replied, his monocle glinting dangerously.
"The Outer Deities don't like uninvited guests at their banquet."
The illusory teeth clamped down on the Genkelope's hull, and the sound wasn't of metal tearing, but of Probability being chewed away.
"Hajin!" Klein-Amon roared.
"I know! Prepare for the battle!"
Primordial Hunger clamped down with a force that should have erased the Genkelope from the annals of history. Metal groaned, probability shrieked, and for a heartbeat, the defenders of Earth felt the cold sting of annihilation.
Then, the ship rippled.
Like a reflection in a disturbed pond, the silver hull of the Genkelope blurred and shattered into a billion golden petals and wisps of gray-green fog. The "teeth" snapped shut on nothing but empty space and the residual traces of a grand deception.
A few thousand kilometers away, hidden within a fold of "Concealment" provided by the Evernight Goddess and the Lord of Mysteries, the real Genkelope remained untouched.
Adam lowered his hand, the golden glow of his Envisioning fading from his fingertips. Beside him, Klein-Amon adjusted his monocle, a faint, mischievous smirk playing on his handsome face.
But the respite was short-lived. As the illusion dissipated, the shadows of the deep cosmos began to move. One by one, the "True Forms" of the Outer Deities emerged from the dark matter—a chaotic procession of wings, eyes, and rotting geometry. Behind them, the stars of the Star Stream didn't offer help; they ignited with a predatory, competitive light.
The air inside the bridge turned frigid as the system messages began to cascade across every screen and retina, their blue light blindingly intense.
[Nebula
[Two Nebulas recorded as the candidates for 'One Single Fable' are clashing!]
The bridge grew silent. Han Sooyoung gripped the edge of a console, her teeth gritting so hard they threatened to crack.
"Those Egyptian bastards... they waited until we were at the edge of the world to call for a match."
The alerts didn't stop.
[Nebula
[Nebula
[Nebula
[Nebula
The largest Nebulas in existence, led by their greatest Myth-grade Constellations, were entering the scenario.
[Currently, your Nebula is at war with multiple Nebulas!]
[Defeat the enemy camp's leader!]
[You will be accredited with victory points if you win the applicable warfare.]
"They have formed an alliance with Outer Deities," Kim Suho whispered, his hand trembling on the hilt of Misteltein.
Kim Hajin felt the weight of the universe pressing down on his lungs. The Star Will was demanding a performance, and the "Co-Author" was likely watching from the wings, laughing at the impossible odds.
He looked at the tactical map, his mind racing through "Settings" and "Probability" until his vision began to blur.
Then, a small, gentle sensation grounded him.
A finger—small, slender, and warm—interlocked with his own.
Hajin looked down.
It was a pinky finger.
He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.
He knew this hand better than any story he had ever written.
He knew the palms of this hand were calloused from thousands of hours gripping a sword. He knew the wrist bore the faint marks of training weights.
But he also knew this pinky.
As the Author, he had given Boss a secret, quiet vulnerability.
Amidst the violence of her life, she had subconsciously protected this one finger. It was untouched by scars, unbruised by training—a single square centimeter of skin left perfectly sensitive, preserved as a place where she could truly feel.
And right now, in the shadow of the world's end, she was using that place to feel the warmth of his hand.
Hajin turned to her. Boss was looking at the unfolding armada of gods and monsters with a calm that defied the chaos.
"Hajin," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper over the hum of the ship's mana-core.
"Boss..." he started.
"Call me by my name," she interrupted, her gaze finally meeting his.
Hajin felt the tension in his shoulders dissolve.
The "Extra" and the "Boss" vanished, leaving only two people in the middle of a cosmic storm.
"Byul," he whispered.
They leaned in.
It was a kiss that tasted of lingering smoke and the quiet nights in the Chameleon Troupe sanctuary. It was romantic, desperate.
Chae Nayun was currently holding a struggling, pouting Evandel by the back of her collar. Her expression was one of complicated ones.
"But Hajin-papa is being eaten by the scary lady!" Evandel wailed, her cheeks puffed out in a fit of pure, childish jealousy.
The magic of the moment lasted exactly three seconds before another hand—heavier, cooler, and radiating a faint scent of old parchment and matcha—interlocked with Hajin's other hand.
Hajin froze.
He looked to his left.
Klein-Amon was standing there.
The gold-rimmed monocle glinted with a terrifyingly amused light. The Lord of Mysteries had combined Amon's wicked irony with Klein's penchant for deadpan lampooning.
"My, how moving," Klein-Amon whispered, leaning closer to Hajin's ear. "The Author and his Muse. Shall we interlock our destinies too, Hajin? Shall we kiss to seal the Nebula's contract?"
Hajin's face went from pale to a deep, embarrassed red. He ripped his hand away as if he'd been burned.
"Wh-What?! Kle...Mr. Fool, what the hell are you doing?!"
Klein-Amon straightened his black tie and adjusted his monocle, his blank face shimmering with a suppressed chuckle.
Byul cleared her throat, her face unusually flushed, though she quickly regained her "Boss" persona.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your... domestic bliss," Klein-Amon continued, his voice shifting back into the cold, authoritative layered tone of a True God. "But the Nebula
Hajin took a deep breath, the embarrassment fading as the "Author's" cold clarity returned. He stepped to the center of the bridge, his Stigma flaring until the violet light filled the room.
[Constellation, 'The Novel's Extra', is glaring at the Nebulas!]
He looked at the screens, where Ra's sun and Zeus's lightning were all converging on the Genkelope.
"Listen to my command!" Hajin's voice boomed, broadcast through every speaker in the ship and every frequency of the Star Will.
He raised his Desert Eagle.
"Viewpoint of Mysterious Extra... and, uh... Kim Dokja's Company!" (Hajin winced at the awkward phrasing, but pushed forward). "Obliterate the enemies who dared to stand against Earth! Obliterate the gods who think our lives are just probability! From this moment on, we are the ones who write the conclusion!"
[The 98th Scenario: Candidate Selection War is reaching its climax!]
The Genkelope's forward batteries ignited with a blinding, multi-colored light—a mixture of mana, gray fog, and the stories of the battered and the brave.
"Fire," Hajin commanded.
Portals of the
Below the ship, Evandel's monsters—chimeras of nightmare and myth—surged through the spatial rifts. They were joined by the Reincarnators, led by a man whose presence made the very concept of "Force" feel redundant.
Yoo Hoseong, the One Invincible Fist, stepped through a portal. He didn't look at the gods; he looked at his students, Kyrgios and the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint, and gave a sharp, predatory nod.
In the chaotic mess of the Mother Goddess of Depravity's vanguard, a single, twisted monster—seemingly corrupted by the Pillar—moved with unnatural grace.
It was Jain.
She had woven a disguise so perfect it fooled the biological instincts of an Outer Deity. She reached the center of the Goddess's localized reality and activated her final masterpiece.
['Mass Teleportation' has been activated!]
That was a skill from the Tower of Wish.
The Mother Goddess of Depravity felt the ripple. As the Sovereign of Reality, she raised a hand to unmake the mana of the skill before it could take root. Space began to solidify into an unbreakable diamond.
"Not today," a calm, hallowed voice echoed.
Chief Administrator Jesus stepped to the edge of the Genkelope's bridge. He raised his hand, invoking the Tower of Wish Authority.
The interruption was the length of a heartbeat, but it was enough.
The teleportation flared.
Jain's target had been both the Mother Goddess and the Mother Tree of Desire, but MGD's desperate counter-surge severed the connection to the Tree. The skill redirected all its feedback into a single coordinate.
A blinding white flash consumed the center of the battlefield. When the light died, MGD was gone, ripped from the cosmos and deposited millions of miles away.
Inside the Genkelope, the Chameleon Troupe felt a sudden, hollow ache in their shared story.
On the Reincarnation Island, the "Moon" of the new Earth, the Mother Goddess of Depravity shrieked in a voice that cracked the island's mountains. She found herself alone on the rocky terrain—the reincarnators had already fled through the portals.
Only one existence remained.
Shakyamuni sat cross-legged on the shore of the Island, his golden skin reflecting the Sun.
"You have entered the trap, Great Mother," Shakyamuni spoke.
MGD lunged, her Chaos Primogenitor powers expanding to rewrite the island's geometry, attempting to turn the very stones into her offspring. But the River of Time above the island began to bend, looping back upon itself in a shimmering, translucent dome.
"It is worth the sacrifice," Shakyamuni whispered.
The Goddess, realizing she was being sealed, overextended her divinity, her mana body manifesting as a million piercing lances. She thrust them through Shakyamuni, pinning the Great Sage to the island's core.
But Shakyamuni didn't flinch. He reached into his own soul and pulled forth a dark, heavy resonance—the Uniqueness of the Chained Pathway.
They've prepared it specifically for this moment.
"Temperance," Shakyamuni smiled, "is the ultimate shackle for you."
The Uniqueness shattered, binding MGD to the island's causality. The "Moon" became a prison, isolated from the Star Stream by a loop of eternal time.
Back on the main battlefield, Yoo Sangah let out a heartbreaking scream. She fell to her knees as golden petals of light drifted from the direction of the Moon and settled into her skin.
['Mandala's Successor' has inherited the 'Wall that Decides Samsara'!]
[You have earned the Story 'Buddha that Witnessed the Great Nirvana'.]
"Thank you, Master," Sangah whispered, her eyes glowing with a calm, terrifying golden light.
Han Sooyoung, her fingers flying across an illusory notepad, gritted her teeth.
"Exactly according to my plan!"
[Story 'Predictive Plagiarism' has begun its storytelling!]
The Inextinguishable Ravings let out a cosmic screech, launching a conceptual attack at the Genkelope. But before the madness could touch the hull, a wall of purifying fire and absolute order slammed into its path.
Uriel and Gabriel descended, their wings spanning light-years. Beside them, the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon roared, his purple fires devouring the ravings.
"You're late," Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, his sword already dripping with the blood.
Uriel landed gracefully on a nearby floating debris, sticking her tongue out at the regressor. "Some of us have a Nebula to manage, you sunfish!"
Adam stepped into the empty space between the fleets. Beneath his feet, the Chaos Sea—a black, bubbling liquid of all possibilities—began to boil.
On this sea of black liquid, the Maritime War God and Lee Jihye manifested their true myth. Thousands of Turtle Ships and Ghost Vessels occupied the black water, their oars moving in perfect synchronization with the tides of Adam's power.
[Stigma 'Ghost Fleet' is active!]
The universe was watching.
[The absolute majority of Constellations are observing this battlefield!]
[The Great Dokkaebis have appeared on the side of the Outer Deities!]
Across the divide, the high-ranking bureaucrats of the Star Stream manifested, their expressions cold and calculating. Facing them stood only Bihyung and the small, floating Biyoo, looking like two children against a storm.
Then, the final portal—the one connected to the heart of the Reincarnators—shattered.
Out stepped the most powerful Constellation in history.
His platinum hair flowed like a comet's tail, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang rested on his shoulders. Sun Wukong looked at the Nebula
[I've always hated the smell of traitors,] the Great Sage growled, his golden eyes igniting.
And the universe turned to white.
[Your ■■ is getting nearer.]