For ten years, the world outside barely existed for Kael Ardyn. His reality was Eternum Frontier, the most brutal full-dive game ever created—one so unforgiving that no player had ever reached its final boss. Except him.
Tonight, after a decade of failures, lonely nights, grinding, and obsession, Kael finally stood before the last flicker of the game's final cutscene. He watched the message materialize as his heartbeat thundered in his chest.
"CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE COMPLETED ETERNUM FRONTIER."
"No way… I actually did it…" Kael exhaled, his voice trembling. He expected joy. Relief. Something. But all he felt was numbness. A decade spent inside this world had taken everything from him.
Then the words on the screen twisted.
"PLAYER KAEL ARDYN — SPECIAL QUALIFICATION DETECTED"
"TRANSFER COMMENCING"
"Transfer? What the hell does that—"
His vision dimmed. A cold wave surged up his spine. The world dissolved.
And when his eyes opened again…
They were not his eyes.
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A New Body. A New Throne. A New Terror.
Kael sat upon an obsidian throne so massive it felt carved for a giant. His body was overwhelming—powerful to the point of intimidation. His skin carried faint traces of demonic sigils. When he flexed his hand, power rippled beneath it like coiled storms.
He wasn't Kael anymore.
He was the being whose existence the world of Eternum Frontier feared most.
The Demon Lord.
Name: Vargath Noctis Dominion.
Race: Primordial Archdemon.
Title: Supreme Sin Incarnate.
A crystal-clear chime rang in his mind.
"SYSTEM INITIALIZED"
A holographic grid flooded his vision.
Name: Kael Ardyn (Soul) / Vargath Noctis (Body)
Level: 999 (Suppressed: 1%)
Race: Primordial Demon Lord
Authority: Absolute Over Dominion
Unique Eyes: Heaven-God Sight
Kael inhaled sharply. "This… this isn't a dream."
He blinked—and the world shifted.
Every being's name. Level. Skills. Stats. Hidden emotions. Betrayal intent.
Everything appeared in delicate glowing text the moment he looked at them.
Heaven-God Sight.
The gaze of omniscient judgment.
Nothing lies before it.
Kael froze as he looked around the throne room. Twelve towering demon generals kneeled below him, armored in abyss-forged steel.
Their statuses floated above their bodies.
[LORD BARSHAL] – Trust: 9% – Betrayal Intent: 91%
[DUCHESS LYRIA] – Trust: 12% – Betrayal Intent: 88%
[WAR GENERAL RAZGOTH] – Trust: 4% – Betrayal Intent: 96%
Nearly all of them planned to kill him.
"Good," Kael whispered coldly, surprising even himself. "At least I know who needs to die first."
But the system wasn't finished.
Another chime echoed.
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"STARTER GIFT RECEIVED"
A list of items materialized.
2,000 Attribute Points
5 Supreme Ascension Pills
Skill Book: Clone Genesis
100x Gacha Tokens (Tier: Heaven)
1x Mythic Gacha Token (Chance: 0.0000000000000000000001%)
Kael raised a brow. "Mythic? That's basically impossible to get anything from."
Still, he tapped it.
The throne room trembled.
A single item descended from the heavens as if the world itself held its breath.
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"MYTHIC OBTAINED: OBLIVION HEART CROWN"
Rank: Transcendent Mythic
Description: Forged from the heart of the first godslain star.
Abilities:
• Oblivion Authority – Wipe concepts, laws, or beings from existence.
• Eternal Clone Core – All clones possess independent will, full stats, and can evolve into new races.
• Absolute King's Presence – No being below godhood can resist kneeling.
• Soul-Bound Immortality – Unless the crown is destroyed, the wearer cannot die.
Kael stared.
"This… is beyond broken."
He put the crown on. It melted into his body, vanishing beneath his skin. Power surged through him like a detonating supernova.
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Clone Genesis — A Power That Breaks Reality
The skill book opened in his hands.
"CLONE GENESIS – Mythic Tier"
Create clones of any race with full intelligence, full growth, and full strength.
Clones can evolve into heroes, vampires, demons, dragons, angels, etc.
They gain independent personalities and can wield equipment.
Maximum Clones: 100 (Upgradeable)
Kael felt his mind spin.
"I can create armies… of anything."
A terrifying thought bloomed.
He could make a nation of vampire heroes. Or angelic assassins. Or even human replica armies capable of infiltrating kingdoms.
And every clone came from him alone.
"This is insane."
Another hologram popped up.
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"Temporary Demon Lord Peak Card Acquired"
Use to access 100% of Demon Lord Vargath's original power for 24 hours.
Kael exhaled slowly. "So I'm not even using full power yet…"
The throne room shook as his generals continued kneeling, unaware of his awakening thoughts.
But Kael wasn't the old Demon Lord.
He was something far more dangerous:
A gamer who had mastered their world for ten straight years.
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Facing Betrayal
Kael leaned back in the throne, eyes cold.
"Barshal," he said, his voice like an earthquake. "Raise your head."
The towering demon lord lifted his face—smirking confidently, believing the weakened Demon Lord couldn't see his treachery.
But Kael saw everything.
[LORD BARSHAL] – Planning coup in 3 minutes.
Kael smiled faintly.
A cruel, knowing smile.
"Kill him," Kael said softly.
A clone materialized instantly beside Barshal—an exact copy of Kael's demon body but formed of swirling crimson shadows.
The clone's claws pierced Barshal's chest before the traitor even understood what happened.
The hall froze.
Kael stood. His shadow swallowed the room.
"You all thought I was weakened," he said calmly, letting Heaven-God Sight glow like burning galaxies. "You thought betrayal was an option."
Thousands of system windows lit the air like falling stars as the generals trembled.
"My rule begins now," Kael said.
"And the age of false loyalty ends."
The throne room shook as his aura surged—a storm of absolute dominance.
And at that moment, Kael chose his new name.
A name that echoed authority, myth, and terror.
**"From today onward, I am—
KAEL DOMINION, THE ECLIPSE SOVEREIGN."**
The strongest Demon Lord the world had ever seen.
And he had only just begun.