The system space was silent.
The ocean of blue water stretched infinitely, smooth like polished glass. The sky above held a perfect sun, neither scorching nor dim. Not a single sound, not even the whisper of wind, disturbed the stillness—because the system space did not need wind. It did not need nature. It existed beyond physical law.
It existed for *him*.
Liam slowly opened his eyes.
No fear.
No crying.
No confusion.
Only clarity.
For the first time since reincarnation, he felt his mind and soul operating without the suffocating limits of his infant body. He could move freely here, speak freely, think freely.
He sat up, though physically he was still an eight-month-old child in the outside world. The system projected a functional "soul avatar"—the true him—untethered by flesh.
Light gathered before him, forming a floating blue sphere.
Its voice echoed directly into his thoughts:
**"Welcome, Host. Initialization of Conscious Awareness: Complete."**
Liam stood, looking at his hands—not pudgy baby fingers, but slim, functional fingers shaped from soul-light. He flexed them, marveling at the sensation.
"So this is… what I really am," he whispered.
**"This is what you are, unrestrained by physical infancy."**
Liam's mind still held the memory of terror: the demon lord's claw nearing his tiny face, the helplessness, the certainty of death.
His voice trembled.
"What… happened to that demon?"
The system pulsed.
**"Destroyed by emergency mana override. Being was atomized upon contact with system-energy pulse."**
"Destroyed… instantly?" Liam asked.
**"Correct. System energy is not compatible with life native to this world."**
A cold realization settled.
The demon lord, a creature feared by armies…
Was annihilated without resistance.
This system…
His system…
Was beyond anything this world understood.
---
# **THE TIER STRUCTURE OF THE LOWER WORLD**
The sphere brightened.
"Host, before your awakening, you must understand the structure of power in your world."
Images formed around him—circles of light stacked vertically.
### **The World Tiers (Native Only)**
**TIER 1 — Elemental Initiation**
A being awakens one elemental attribute.
Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning, Light, Shadow, Metal, Nature, Time, or Space.
Most beings stop here.
**TIER 2 — Elemental Adept**
Control becomes finer. Techniques are born.
**TIER 3 — Elemental Knight**
Bodies strengthen. Mana cores stabilize. They can serve as captains or elite warriors.
**TIER 4 — Elemental Lord**
A rare step. Commanders of armies.
**TIER 5 — Domain Bearer**
A being may manifest a "Domain," imposing elemental rule over the world around them.
The battlefield bows to their element.
"Both your parents are Tier 5," the system explained.
"Only Tier 5?" Liam blinked. "I thought my father was Tier 7."
**"Tier 7 does not exist on this planet."**
Liam froze.
"What?"
The system expanded the light diagram, raising the tower to reveal **higher segments blocked off**.
**"Your planet is classified as a *Lower World* by cosmic hierarchy."**
"Explain," Liam said softly.
The sphere rotated.
---
# **LOWER WORLDS, MIDDLE WORLDS, HIGH WORLDS**
"Your world," the system said, "cannot naturally support power above Tier 5. Its mana density, leyline stability, and quantum structure are insufficient."
"So… anything above Tier 5 is impossible?"
"Impossible *for natives*."
"And outsiders?" Liam asked.
The sphere dimmed.
"Outsiders descend only in emergencies. Your world has one: the Planetary Protector."
A symbol of a humanoid figure appeared above the tower.
### **THE PROTECTOR — TIER 6**
"He is not a god. He is not omnipotent. He is a Tier 6 entity assigned to stabilize planetary structure. His power prevents the world from collapsing during catastrophic wars."
"So he can protect the people," Liam said.
The sphere pulsed red.
**"Incorrect. A Protector safeguards the *planet*, not civilizations. He allows war, death, extinction. His duty is to prevent planetary destruction only."**
Liam clenched his hands.
"So he watched… while the elves suffered."
"Yes. Intervention beyond planetary stability violates cosmic law."
Liam inhaled sharply.
"And what about Tier 7 or higher?"
The sphere expanded the diagram further.
---
# **COSMIC TIER SYSTEM**
**TIER 6 — Planetary Protector**
Role: Maintain planetary stability
Duty: Prevent the world from cracking or collapsing
Cannot: Aid nations, fight wars, alter fate
**TIER 7 — Stellar Envoy**
A being who can destroy continents, crack moons, reshape mana layers.
Not permitted in Lower Worlds unless major cosmic threat arises.
**TIER 8 — Celestial Guardian**
A being capable of shaping stars, erasing armies effortlessly.
Only a few exist per galaxy.
**TIER 9 — World Forger**
Makers of enchanted worlds. Able to create or erase civilizations.
**TIER 10 — Cosmic Primordial**
Myths. They sculpt galaxies.
Liam stared at the diagrams.
"So my parents are… stuck at Tier 5 forever?"
"Unless they leave the planet, yes."
"Can they?"
"No. Lower world lifeforms lack the physiology for cosmic travel. They cannot survive the void."
---
# **THE REQUIREMENT TO SURPASS TIER 5**
The rings dissolved.
A single sigil appeared—complex, beautiful, made of intertwining circles and arrows.
"Host," the system said, "you asked earlier how to surpass Tier 5."
"Yes."
"To reach Tier 6, a being must control not merely an element—"
The sigil split, revealing two halves:
**Elemental Rule**
**Law Insight**
"They must define a *Law*—a fundamental truth of reality. Fire, ice, light, shadow: these are mere expressions. The being must understand the principle behind their element."
"So a Tier 6 is someone who rules the *laws* behind an element?"
"Yes."
"And Tier 7?"
"Creation of a sub-law."
"And Tier 8?"
"Mastery of a *cosmic* law."
Liam frowned.
"But this world only uses elements. No one talks about laws."
"That is the tragedy of Lower Worlds. They lack knowledge. They fight with only a fraction of cosmic truth."
He understood now.
His parents were strong…
But the universe was far larger than them.
And far larger than the elves.
---
# **THE PRIMORDIAL AWAKENING**
The system darkened the sky above him.
"Host. You possess something this world has never seen."
A giant sphere of swirling light formed, representing the universe.
Every element appeared in miniature—fire's dance, water's flow, wind's drift, earth's stability.
Then the sphere cracked open—
**Revealing pure energy.**
"Energy," the system said, "is the origin of all things.
Energy becomes heat.
Heat becomes flame.
Kinetic energy becomes wind.
Potential energy becomes earth.
Light energy becomes illumination.
Entropy becomes decay."
The core pulsed.
"Elements are *effects*.
Energy is the *cause*."
The system dimmed.
"You possess the **Primordial Law of Omnienergia**."
Liam repeated the word, slowly.
"Omnienergia…"
"The Law of All Energy. Not one element. Not two.
The underlying physics behind everything that exists."
Fire flared before him.
He reached out—
And stopped the flame.
Not by smothering it with water.
Not by freezing it with ice.
But by removing the **heat energy**.
The fire vanished with a whisper.
He flicked his fingers—
And light bent around him like obedient servants.
Wind swirled into existence—
not summoned, but **born** from converted thermal air pressure.
He touched the ocean—
and turned liquid into frost
by dropping molecular vibration.
He exhaled—
And explosions of compressed force rippled outward.
He didn't control *elements*.
He controlled the *source* they came from.
The sky shivered.
The ocean rippled violently.
Even the system paused for half a second—
a flicker of awe.
---
# **THE SYSTEM EXPLAINS HIS ROLE**
"Host," the system said softly, "beings with Primordial Laws do not exist naturally in Lower Worlds."
"So what am I?"
"You are an anomaly. A cosmic error. A deviation from universal probability."
Liam blinked.
"So… I'm a mistake?"
"No," the system corrected. "You are a correction."
A what?
The sphere pulsed.
"Lower Worlds stagnate. Their civilizations suffer. Without guidance, they fall behind the cosmos. You were placed here as a catalyst."
"I was… placed?"
"The reason for your reincarnation remains locked until Tier 6."
Liam's breath hitched.
So he had a purpose deeper than he understood.
"So what happens when I reach Tier 6?"
The system dimmed ominously.
"You will no longer be bound to this world."
His heart clenched.
"What do you mean?"
"Tier 6 beings transcend planetary limitations.
They may travel between worlds.
They may shake civilizations.
They may alter cosmic fate."
Liam froze.
"If I become Tier 6… I'll become something this planet can't contain."
"Correct."
"So I'll leave my parents…"
"… behind."
The words stabbed him.
Quietly, the system added:
"There are methods to remain—but they require immense sacrifice."
He would think about that later.
For now—
He needed strength.
Strength to protect his mother.
Strength to give his father peace.
Strength to crush the three races that brought war.
Strength to reshape this dying world.
The system pulsed.
"Host. Begin your advancement."
Liam nodded.
"I'm ready."
---
# **THE PATH TO GODHOOD BEGINS**
The ocean parted, forming a vast arena of floating energy matrices.
The system spoke:
"Harness fire—through heat."
"Harness ice—through vibration suppression."
"Harness lightning—through charge separation."
"Harness earth—through atomic density."
"Harness wind—through pressure gradients."
"Harness light—through photon manipulation."
"Harness shadow—through energy absorption."
Every attack, every simulation, every challenge was rewritten by the Physics function.
He didn't learn spells.
He learned *laws*.
He didn't cast magic.
He cast *reality*.
Hour by hour.
Day by day.
Year by year.
Until at last—
The arena shattered.
The sky flashed white.
The ocean erupted.
**Tier 2 → Tier 3 → Tier 4 → Tier 5.
All conquered.**
Cosmic diagrams spun around him, bowing.
He stood tall, eyes glowing with shifting colors—every wavelength of energy bending at his command.
The system spoke gently:
**"Tier 5 achieved."**
And then—
It revealed the truth.
---
# **THE WORLD HAS CHANGED**
"Host," the system whispered, "while you trained, four years passed outside."
Liam's heart pounded.
His voice trembled.
"My parents…"
The system projected ghostly images:
Thalorien cutting down armies in grief.
Seraphielle collapsing barriers in despair.
Aelthrys half-destroyed.
The world burned.
Dragons fallen.
Demons bleeding.
Humans retreating.
The elves—
still standing
but hollow.
"They suffered," the system said. "But they survived."
The images darkened.
"And they still mourn you."
Liam closed his eyes.
Four years…
He clenched his fists—
energy rippling through the system space.
When he returned—
Aelthrys would tremble.
The three races would kneel.
The world would evolve.
And no one would ever touch his family again.