In the vast expanse of the multiverse, Sakura Yonshi, the Spirit of the Sakura Tree, stood before the Great Heavenly Council, her pink and white hair gently flowing in the divine breeze. Her light pink and white hoodie glowed softly with the essence of the heavens, as she listened to the voices of the Sakura trees spread across the 4th heavens. They were part of her, and she felt each tree's pain, joy, and transformation.
However, on this day, a sudden disturbance echoed through the spiritual realm. The energy of the world she once knew began to fade, as her connection to the 4th heavens slowly unravelled. A divine voice boomed through the clouds, Aros, the creator of the universe, called upon her.
"Sakura Yonshi," Aros' voice echoed, "your time in this realm has come to an end. You have fulfilled your role here, but I offer you a new existence in a world where your powers and influence can grow even greater."
Sakura's pink eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What is this new world?"
Aros stepped forward from the shadows of the celestial realm, his towering form shrouded in divine light. "You will be reincarnated into a universe overseen by the Goddess Toki, a universe where the beings cultivate their spiritual power and ascend to unimaginable heights. In this world, you will be able to cultivate yourself, and with time, you will ascend to the highest levels of spiritual existence. I offer you a system that will allow you to purchase divine items and skills based on the good points you earn from your actions."
Sakura Yonshi's heart stirred. "A system to buy divine skills? Tell me more."
Aros waved his hand, and before her eyes, a screen appeared detailing the cultivation levels:
Mortal Level: Spiritual Level 100 (1 day to cultivate)Enlightened Mortal Level: Spiritual Level 5,000 - 15,000 (1 week to cultivate)Spiritual Mortal Level: Spiritual Level 50,000 - 150,000 (1 week and 2 days to cultivate)Foundation Spirit Level: Spiritual Level 200,000 - 500,000 (1 month to cultivate)Enlightened Foundation Spirit Level: Spiritual Level 750,000 - 1.5 Million (2 months to cultivate)Foundation God of War Spirit Level: Spiritual Level 3 Million - 5 Million (3 months to cultivate)Jing Spirit Level: Spiritual Level 7.5 Million - 15 Million (4 months to cultivate)Jing Emperor Spirit Level: Spiritual Level 20 Million - 35 Million (5 months to cultivate)Jing God of War (Immortal Stage): Spiritual Level 50 Million - 100 Million (6 months to cultivate)Jing Emperor: Spiritual Level 150 Million - 300 Million (7 months to cultivate)Jing God: Spiritual Level 400 Million - 650 Million (8 months to cultivate)Qi Spirit: Spiritual Level 750 Million - 1 Billion (9 months to cultivate)Qi Emperor: Spiritual Level 5 Billion - 10 Billion (10 months to cultivate)Qi God: Spiritual Level 15 Billion - 30 Billion (11 months to cultivate)Yin Spirit: Spiritual Level 50 Billion - 100 Billion (1 year to cultivate)Yin God: Spiritual Level 150 Billion - 300 Billion (1 year and 2 months to cultivate)Shen Spirit: Spiritual Level 450 Billion - 750 Billion (1 year and 3 months to cultivate)Shen Emperor: Spiritual Level 800 Billion - 1 Trillion (1 year and 4 months to cultivate)Shen God: Spiritual Level 1.5 Trillion - 3 Trillion (1 year and 5 months to cultivate)Spirit of War: Spiritual Level 5 Trillion - 10 Trillion (3 years to cultivate)God of War: Spiritual Level 45 Trillion - 50 Trillion (10 years to cultivate)True God of War: Spiritual Level 75 Trillion - 150 Trillion (15 years to cultivate)Yang Spirit: Spiritual Level 200 Trillion - 250 Trillion (20 years to cultivate)Yang God: Spiritual Level 500 Trillion - 750 Trillion (30 years to cultivate)Nirvana Spirit: Spiritual Level 1-5 Quadrillion (1,000 years to cultivate)Nirvana God: Spiritual Level 20-30 Quadrillion (2,000 years to cultivate)Buddha: Spiritual Level 600-750 Sextillion (100,000 years to cultivate)Sakura Yonshi’s eyes widened as she saw the vast potential this world offered. "So much power... and I can help guide others with the Sakura Tree."
Aros nodded. "Yes, you will start at the Mortal Level, but through cultivation, you can ascend to the highest form of spiritual existence. The world you are entering is filled with conflict and opportunity. You will have the chance to build a following, create a sect, and use the Sakura Trees to spread your influence. With each visitor, your strength will grow, and your followers will enhance your abilities."
Sakura Yonshi smiled. "I accept. Send me to this new world."
With a nod, Aros waved his hand, and Sakura Yonshi was engulfed in a brilliant light. The next thing she knew, she was standing on a vast desert in the Chaos States, a world filled with powerful beings and endless possibilities. She felt her spiritual energy coursing through her, a new world to cultivate and a system that would aid her in becoming a divine entity.
System Notification:
Welcome, Sakura Yonshi. You have been reincarnated as an Otherworlder in the Chaos States.You have received the "Good Points System," where you can earn good points by performing benevolent acts and helping others. You can exchange these points for divine items, skills, and cultivation boosters.Current Cultivation Level: MortalSpiritual Power: 100Current Followers: 0As Sakura Yonshi began to explore the desert region, she knew that her path to godhood had only just begun. With each step, she could feel the potential of this world beckoning her, and with her system and the power of the Sakura Tree, she would rise to become one of the most powerful beings in existence.
Akina Wang, the mighty Heavenly Guardian, was born five quintillion years ago in the Heavens, crafted by Aros with the singur task of bringing grace to everything. Her purpose was clear: to change matter itself, reshaping existence until all other religions became relics of history. Her power came from the divine Nullity, a force that transcended the physical world, bending the rules of time and space.
Akina's mastery over Nullity was unparalleled. She could summon a Nullity Void, where only particles of nullity existed, making her the supreme authority over all within it. Her Nullity Big Bang had the power to recreate entire universes, shaping them as she desired, and her Nullity Sword could plunder the abilities of those she defeated, transferring them to others at her whim. These abilities made her feared and revered across the multiverse.
But Akina's mission had a deeper meaning. Every soul that saw her questioned whether they were wasting away, while she reshaped reality itself. Her red eyes, a symbol of her Nullity Rage, glowed brighter with each victory, increasing her destructive power seven hundredfold. Her very presence could influence the past, present, and future, raising the chances of resurrection by 300%. As her power grew with each divine fruit she consumed, so did her Nullity Spirit, expanding in strength and reach.
Hariko found himself in the desert region of the Chaos States, where he would have to start anew, building a military and summoning demons to protect his newfound home. Armed with the powers granted to him by Aros, he set to work, his mind racing with strategies to conquer this strange new world.
But Hariko was not alone. Akina Wang, the Heavenly Guardian, watched from the heavens, her task intertwined with his fate. Unbeknownst to him, she was now the second reincarnation, her divine essence split between her celestial form and Hariko’s new life. The Chaos States had become a testing ground for both of them.
As Hariko built his forces, preparing for the battles to come, Akina’s presence loomed rge, her Nullity Detection allowing her to monitor his every move. She knew that Hariko’s destiny was tied to hers, and together they would reshape the universe—one conflict at a time.
The war for control of the multiverse had only just begun.
Akina Wang, the Heavenly Guardian, stood atop the shimmering gates of the 4th Heaven, her crimson eyes glowing fiercely. Her task was clear—to preserve the sacred order and protect the Heavenly Multiverse from invaders who threatened to disrupt the bance. Her aura, dense with the power of Nullity, pulsed around her like an invisible storm, ready to meet any threat that approached.
Far below, in the dark recesses of the dimensional tear known as Tartarus, the vile Adramelech stirred. This chaotic being had connected the timelines of her universe, creating a vast domain where she could unch attacks on worlds that did not adhere to the “canon” timeline. To her, deviations from the established path of fate were an abomination, and she took joy in erasing such worlds from existence.
Her army of Apoptosis monsters had already torn through countless realms, leaving only emptiness in their wake. Now, Adramelech’s gaze had turned toward the Heavenly Multiverse, seeking to annihite parallel worlds within the heavenly domain that dared deviate from her vision. While she ignored the Chaos Realm and the Heavens proper, she was most active in the lower levels of the divine multiverse.
Adramelech’s ambition knew no bounds, and she had constructed a city within Tartarus—Tarus—from the fragments of destroyed worlds. But now, her domain stretched too far, and the Heavenly Guardian could no longer ignore her rampage.
Adramelech floated above the battlefield of Tartarus, her six wings spreading wide, each feather shimmering with dark energy. Her army of Apoptosis swarmed beneath her, prepared to breach the dimensional walls of yet another world. She was in mid-conversation with Goddess Ilias, discussing how to manage cross-world contact, when her aura fred—a challenge had arrived.
Akina Wang, with her red eyes alight with wrath, descended into Tartarus. The nullity in her very being cshed with the chaotic energy of the realm, causing space to ripple and distort. She spoke, her voice calm but filled with power.
"Adramelech," Akina's voice echoed through Tartarus. "You have meddled in realms beyond your comprehension. I will not allow you to destroy the multiverse under my protection."
Adramelech sneered, her wings of destruction stretching further. "This is my realm, Guardian. Your rules do not apply here. I reshape the worlds that stray from the truth. You, like all the others, will fall."
Without another word, Adramelech unleashed her first attack, a flurry of bck wings soaring toward Akina. Wings of Destruction, her signature move, tore through space, aiming to engulf the Guardian in chaos. But Akina merely raised her hand, the energy around her condensing into a shield of pure Nullity Matter. The wings crashed against it, dissolving into nothingness.
Akina’s eyes narrowed. Nullity Sword formed in her hand—a bde of pure nullity particles, capable of plundering abilities from those she defeated. In one fluid motion, she lunged at Adramelech, the sword aimed directly at her foe’s heart.
Adramelech blocked with her own strength, raising a tentacle from the depths of Tartarus. Tentacle Dance shed out at random, striking with immense physical force. But Akina’s sword sliced through the appendages effortlessly, her mastery over the particles of existence overwhelming Adramelech's chaotic creations.
Adramelech snarled and shifted tactics. Apoptosis Assimition—a deadly ability that sought to bind Akina and absorb her divine essence. The thick, lustful aura of Apoptosis engulfed Akina, wrapping her in dark, tendriled bindings. The creatures of Tartarus sought to pull her into their grotesque existence, corrupting her purity.
But Akina was far beyond the reach of such trivialities. Her Nullity Spirit expanded, surging with divine power from the many divine fruits and materials she had consumed over eons. With a pulse of nullity energy, she shattered the Apoptosis bindings, sending shockwaves through Tartarus. The Apoptosis creatures fell back, their dark forms disintegrating under the might of her nullity.
"You cannot bind what transcends matter," Akina said coldly, her eyes fring brighter. Nullity Rage overtook her, multiplying her strength seven hundredfold. Her eyes turned a deeper red, and her attacks became faster, more brutal. Each strike of her sword sent waves of destructive energy through the battlefield.
In desperation, Adramelech summoned her ultimate attack—Apoptosis Chaotic End, a wave of pure darkness that slowly consumed the world around them. The very fabric of existence began to erode as the chaotic aura swept across the battlefield, devouring life and reality itself.
But Akina Wang was unfazed. With a single ssh of her Nullity Sword, she cut through the darkness, nullifying the destructive energy. Her powers over Nullity Big Bang surged, and in a fsh of blinding light, she reversed the damage done by Adramelech's chaotic attack, restoring the realm to its previous state. Universes that had been on the brink of colpse began to reform, born anew with Akina's will.
Realizing she was outmatched, Adramelech attempted to flee, spreading her wings to retreat into the heart of Tartarus. But Akina's Nullity Detection allowed her to sense Adramelech's every movement. With a powerful leap, Akina intercepted her, thrusting the Nullity Sword through Adramelech’s chest.
The chaotic being let out a scream as the sword drained her essence, plundering her abilities and sealing her fate. Akina’s eyes glowed brighter, her strength growing even further as she absorbed the essence of the Apoptosis queen. With a final burst of energy, Adramelech’s form disintegrated, and Tartarus fell silent.
Akina Wang hovered over the realm, her mission complete. The multiverse had been spared from Adramelech's tyranny, but her task was far from over. She turned her gaze upward, toward the other realms still at risk from the likes of Adramelech.
In the aftermath, the bance of the multiverse was restored, and Akina Wang returned to her duties as the Guardian of the Heavens. But she knew that other threats would come—beings like Adramelech, who sought to impose their twisted order on the cosmos.
For now, though, peace reigned. The Apoptosis had been quelled, and the Heavenly Multiverse remained intact, safe under the watchful eye of Akina Wang.
But the war for the multiverse would continue, and Akina would be there to defend it—until the end of time.
The world of Irias was one of powerful warriors, where women could lift mountains and wield strength beyond human comprehension. But for Delia, Irias was only another chapter in her long, cursed existence.
She had been born in a universe now lost to the ravages of an unstoppable force—the Undead Invasion, a multiversal scourge that devoured all life, leaving behind nothing but legions of the undead. Her home, the Second Universe, had been reduced to a wastend. She had fought until the bitter end, only to be cursed as the st survivor.
Her curse was twofold. First, the Undeath State bound her to a cycle of eternal battle, forcing her to traverse universes doomed to destruction, always arriving just before they would meet the same fate as her own. And second, she had been bound to the Holy League, a faction that was powerful but rigid, controlling her fate with its strict adherence to order and justice. She now resided in Niquata, the shining capital of the League, where her cursed power was barely tolerated.
Delia walked through the city, her blue eyes gleaming with quiet resolve. Her cursed abilities were a burden. The Cursed Domain allowed her to raise armies of undead from those who died within her realm, and Cursed Form turned her fallen enemies into mindless servants. But that was not who she was—at least, not anymore.
She remembered the knights of her destroyed universe, warriors who fought with honour and valour. She was one of them still, even after all this time. As a Knight of the Lost Universe, she could strike with lethal precision, her power increasing her fatal blows by 55%. But every time she used her curse, she felt a part of her humanity slipping away, the darkness creeping in.
The people of Niquata feared her. The Holy League kept her close, not for trust, but for control. She was a weapon in their eyes, a st resort for a war that might come. But Delia was determined to prove otherwise, to protect this world in a way she could not protect her own.
One night, as she knelt in prayer at a small shrine dedicated to her lost comrades, something extraordinary happened. A soft, golden light enveloped her, and a voice—calm and warm—whispered in her mind.
"Delia, chosen knight, you have endured long enough. I grant you the Hope System, a power that will grow with the hope you inspire in others. Use it to defend Irias and break free from the curse of your past."
Delia gasped as new knowledge flooded her. The Hope System was unlike anything she had ever encountered. It allowed her to gather Hope Points from the people she protected, granting her new powers, abilities, and items based on the hope she instilled. The more hope she cultivated, the stronger she would become.
A screen appeared before her eyes, transparent and glowing:
Hope Points: 0 Abilities unlocked: None Next unlock: 10 Hope Points – Armor of the Rising Dawn
Delia stood, her heart racing. For the first time in centuries, she had something new—something more than her cursed powers, more than just endless battle and loss. She had a way to protect without turning to the dark, a chance to inspire hope in the people of Irias, and to maybe, just maybe, break the curse that bound her to the League.
The next morning, Delia ventured out of the city, determined to test her new powers. The nds of Irias were vast, filled with dangers and challenges. It didn't take long for her to find trouble—a vilge under siege by marauding beasts, creatures of incredible strength and ferocity.
Delia sprang into action. As she fought, her cursed abilities threatened to overwhelm her instincts. She could feel the urge to turn the fallen beasts into her undead minions, to build an army as she had done in the past. But she resisted. This time, she would fight without curses, relying only on her skill as a knight and her newfound hope.
The vilgers watched in awe as she dispatched the monsters with swift precision. She moved like a blur, each strike calcuted, her sword gleaming with the light of righteousness. With each beast she felled, the vilgers cheered, their fear melting away.
As the st creature fell, Delia felt a surge of warmth in her chest. The system's screen flickered to life once more.
Hope Points: 15 Unlocked: Armour of the Rising Dawn – A golden armour that reflects the hope of those you protect, providing enhanced defence and radiant power.
In a fsh of light, her tattered armour was repced with a brilliant set of golden pte mail, gleaming with the light of the rising sun. It was as if the very hope of the vilgers had materialised into physical form, strengthening her.
Delia stood tall, her blue eyes scanning the horizon. The beasts were gone, the vilge safe. But this was only the beginning. She had gained their hope, but now she had to protect more—build something rger than herself.
As she returned to Niquata, she reflected on her new purpose. The Hope System had given her a chance to break free from the cycle of destruction. Her goal was no longer just to survive, but to defend Irias from any threat that might come, be it from this universe or another. And when the time came, when the Undead Invasion threatened once more, she would be ready.
Her cursed abilities still lurked beneath the surface, tempting her to use them. But with each step she took, each person she protected, she felt the power of hope growing stronger. And perhaps, just perhaps, she could find redemption in this world.
Delia of the Lost Universe had found a new path. The curse of her past would no longer define her. Instead, she would be the beacon of hope that Irias needed.
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