Seraphine had just concluded a series of experiments concerning the Agate Clan when the 【Infinite Attributes】 system suddenly activated.
Buzz—
At once, the terrifying innate energy coursing through her body erupted again, doubling in intensity.
【Host: Seraphine】
【Physical Strength: 13.2 million Star】
【Soul: 13.2 million Star】
Empowered by the system’s overwhelming might, Seraphine’s attributes instantly broke past the ten-million threshold, surging toward an even more unimaginable level.
Within her body—barely 1.85 meters tall—raged a physical force equal to the combined mass of more than thirteen million suns.
Every movement she made could shake the vast cosmos, threatening to shatter galaxies and collapse the very fabric of the universe.
Moreover, sustained by the system’s infinite and self-replenishing energy, Seraphine’s immense power never waned; its output remained perfectly stable, eternally at its peak.
Always at full capacity—never subject to so-called consumption.
If she so desired, she could release the full might of 13.2 million suns into the real universe every single second, without feeling even the slightest trace of fatigue.
Of course, it was doubtful that any entity in existence could truly endure such an absurdly destructive, casual strike.
Yet, after the attributes expanded, Seraphine—long since accustomed to this degree of power—merely cast a brief glance at the status display before turning her attention elsewhere.
Her eyes fixed on the colossal, rocky ancient coffin drifting quietly in the void ahead.
“This coffin is far too cumbersome.”
Buzz—
A flash of infinite light—then silence.
No detectable energy fluctuation rippled through space.
In the very next instant, the thousand-meter-long coffin shattered apart under Seraphine’s will, disintegrating into countless fundamental particles that scattered and stormed away into the void.
Swoosh—
Brilliant particulate light instantly flooded the surrounding tens of thousands of meters of void.
Gradually, the radiance dimmed.
As the glow faded, an enormous corpse emerged within the lingering light—nearly a thousand meters long, clad in shattered armor, its body riddled with dozens of ghastly wounds. Its lower half was missing entirely, while its upper half, drained of all vitality, lay utterly devoid of soul or conscious thought.
Whoosh—
The moment the giant corpse appeared, the vast void spanning hundreds of thousands of miles around it twisted violently, collapsing into turbulence as spacetime curvature surged like storm-tossed waves.
The Dirac Sea, hidden behind the material world, stirred as if provoked—erupting within a clean several-second radius into hundreds of thousands, even hundreds of millions, of high-energy particle beams, each capable of piercing the top-tier starship armor of the Mercury Race.
Even more astonishingly, across the millions of miles encircling Saknussim’s corpse, countless super-structured, ultra-high-temperature energy entities—impossible to describe through simple three-dimensional geometry—flared into existence within mere seconds.
The cores of these super-dimensional entities, each comparable in scale to the moon, all burned hotter than two billion degrees Celsius—over a hundred times the temperature of the Sun’s core.
Under such heat, even a top-tier Milky Way Overlord would be reduced to nothingness.
Yet all these extraordinary phenomena had no effect whatsoever on Seraphine, standing calmly within their range.
In that instant, her perception reached the truth behind the chaos.
The source of all these spatial distortions—the very origin of the ripples tearing through this three-dimensional spacetime—was Saknussim’s corpse itself.
The being had been… a semi-fourth-dimensional lifeform.
And not merely semi-fourth-dimensional—a dead one.
A highly dangerous, dead semi-fourth-dimensional lifeform.
For a three-dimensional world, the existential rank of such a creature far surpassed its own plane of being.
When Saknussim’s soul faded away, the countless super-three-dimensional mechanisms bound within his semi-fourth-dimensional body lost control—turning wild, leaking into and violently disrupting the outer universe.
It could be said that wherever this corpse appeared, in any star system across the cosmos…that place’s end had already arrived.
“Such a fiery temper for the early morning.”
Watching the terrifying scenes raging across the surrounding void—phenomena capable of burying entire stars—Seraphine frowned slightly and chided,
“Disperse.”
Swoosh—
In an instant, the cataclysmic visions that had shattered the universe and erased vast stretches of the cosmos vanished without a trace.
The boundless void returned to its tranquil, pristine state.
Once everything had quieted, Seraphine shifted her attention back to Saknussim’s corpse.
To her eyes—stripped of the chaotic super-structural distortions surrounding it—the being’s physique and overall form astonishingly resembled that of an Earth-type lifeform.
His face was majestic, strikingly handsome—the very image of Saknussim recorded in the Wormhole Tablet.
“A carbon-based lifeform as well?”
Seraphine raised an eyebrow, mildly intrigued, her gaze crystalline and calm as she continued to study the massive, broken body.
With a single glance, she took everything in.
The armor he wore had clearly endured unimaginable devastation—more than half of it destroyed.
Only the shoulder plates, mask, and gauntlets still roughly retained their shape, though riddled with cracks and gaps.
The rest—the breastplate, abdominal guard, and back armor—were shattered beyond recognition, pocked with vast, uneven holes.
And the substance used to forge this armor… Seraphine had seen it before.
It was the same material used for the main hull of the Pyramid-class spacecraft once piloted by the feline alien lifeform—the progenitor of the Astralglow Tiger—known as Ether-Crystalline Proton.
The difference was clear.
The Ether-Crystalline Protons composing Saknussim’s armor were of far higher manufacturing sophistication—several magnitudes beyond those used in the Pyramid ship.
Moreover, when Seraphine extended her Divine Will to examine the particles making up the armor, she discovered that each Proton possessed distinct intelligent attributes—interlinked through a deep, complex layer of informational connectivity.
Like a regional neural network.
In essence, they could be described as intelligent Ether-Crystalline Protons—
abbreviated simply as intelligent Protons, or intelligent particles.
They carried multifaceted functions—attack, defense, creation, and more.
Among them, they held two particularly formidable abilities: the power to heal external matter, and the capacity for self-restoration of the armor’s primary structure.
But strangely—
Despite possessing immense regenerative capability, the armor’s ravaged gaps and fractures, even after millions of years, had never repaired themselves. They remained frozen in their tragic, shattered state.
Why was that?
Through careful observation, Seraphine uncovered the answer.
It turned out that when the countless intelligent Ether-Crystalline Protons reached the massive holes and cracks across the armor, they inexplicably lost all functionality.
They could no longer perform self-repair or activate any of their auxiliary systems.
It was as if they were afflicted by a curse of malice.
Even more unsettling—within the deep data-link network binding the intelligent particles—the armor’s current ruined condition was actually recorded as its default state.
The informational template that defined the armor’s “proper condition” had, for some unknown reason, been warped into this broken form.
In other words, in the “eyes” of the intelligent particles, the armor they were meant to maintain eternally was, by the logic of natural law, supposed to be incomplete.
“How peculiar.”
Seraphine’s eyes narrowed slightly. She abruptly invoked her Eye of True Revelation and Chaos Calculation, intending to deduce who—or what—had inflicted such devastating damage upon Saknussim.
Buzz, buzz—
Despite continuous operation, no clear result emerged.
Only a single, indistinct direction appeared in the calculation:
—the infinite universe.
“Utter nonsense.”
Seraphine shook her head, halting the deduction, and lifted her gaze once more to Saknussim.
Through the ruined armor, she discerned that the destruction of his body was even more horrific than that of the armor itself.
The upper half of Saknussim’s skull had been savagely split open. The desiccated brain within was nearly half gone, its remaining surface marked by jagged tooth impressions—some resembling human bites, others those of beasts—every trace of vitality long since extinguished.
Her gaze shifted downward to his face.
Saknussim’s left eye had been crushed by an overwhelming force; the entire socket blasted open, the eyeball obliterated, leaving only a hollow, pitch-black cavity silently staring into the void.
The right eye, black as crystal, still remained in its socket—but its shattered, desolate pupil, fractured like broken glass, made the fact of his death undeniable.
Saknussim’s ruined head drooped low, supported only by his twisted, broken neck.
Four or five jagged bone spurs jutted violently from the torn flesh around it, stark against the pale remains of sinew and skin.
Further down, in his once-mighty chest, gaped a hole several times larger than Seraphine’s entire body.
That pitch-black cavity pierced straight through his torso, front to back.
The force behind the strike had been so brutal that the edges of the wound were torn outward—collapsed, splintered, and ruptured into hideous fissures. Flesh, muscle, sternum, and ribs had been violently ripped apart, leaving grotesque rents where the impact had passed through.
Most grievously of all, Saknussim’s spine had been more than half obliterated by the blast—only a few fragmented bones clinging together near the base.
And the abdomen…
There was no abdomen.
Below the ruined chest stretched only a blood-red spine veined with fractures—nothing more.
“But even with damage this severe…”
Seraphine lowered her gaze, regarding the tragic corpse before her—the being who could once be called half the creator of Earth’s humanity. A faint melancholy colored her voice.
“The power still surging within you… is immense, even now.”
Through her heightened Primordial Soul perception, every layer of Saknussim’s remains—matter, energy, dimensions, and encoded information—was laid bare before her eyes, as clear as the lines on her palm.
And under that absolute perception, she discerned that even in such a mutilated state, the energy sealed within his body remained hundreds of times greater than Cadelon’s.
Theoretically—
Within this incomplete corpse still resided the power of nearly one hundred thousand suns, continuing to function at an extremely slow rate.
And this was merely the residue of power left after Saknussim’s death—millions of years ago.
If he had been at his peak... what kind of magnitude would that power have reached?
A hundred times greater?
A thousand?
Or… ten thousand times greater!
“Who was the being capable of striking him down to this state, several million years ago?”
Seraphine murmured, once again turning her gaze toward the corpse.
This time, her eyes focused on those semi-fourth-dimensional internal organs—those countless tissues that transcended ordinary three-dimensional structure.
What is semi-fourth-dimensional?
The so-called semi-fourth-dimensional refers to a pseudo–four-dimensional existence—one that can remain stable within three-dimensional spacetime, yet cannot truly exist within genuine four-dimensional spacetime.
It is a transitional state—between the pinnacle of three dimensions and the threshold of four.
Coincidentally, Seraphine herself existed at precisely this level.
Indeed—
Her so-called four-dimensional body, much like the corpse before her, was only semi-fourth-dimensional.
In truth, from the moment she reached the final chapter of the Skyroot Codex and achieved autonomous dimensional ascension, Seraphine had gradually realized—
She might not yet be a true four-dimensional being, but merely a pseudo-one.
One piece of evidence lay in the four-dimensional self-space within her body. Since its formation, it had remained in a chaotic, unusable state.
“What is there that cannot be utilized?”
Divine radiance flared from her eyes.
“It’s only that the true four-dimensional self-space within my body… exceeds the control limits of my semi-fourth-dimensional form.”
The second key indicator was 【Torsion】.
In general terms, every physical entity existing in three-dimensional spacetime possesses various internal organs or mechanical supports—
Bones, muscles, and the like.
These tangible structural components are intimately connected to the concept known as 【Torsion】.
Torsion, in its essence, refers to a geometric configuration in which two ends connect to form a structure that cannot be undone.
In more concrete terms, it can be likened to tightening a pair of shoelaces—or the knot-tying methods once used for record-keeping in ancient times.
In two-dimensional space, the only possible torsion is a simple embedding into a closed circle—ordinary torsion.
Whereas in four-dimensional space, any torsion can be undone—and thus, remains ordinary all the same.
In other words, within either two-dimensional or four-dimensional space, only a single form of torsion can exist.
However, biological activity inherently demands extraordinarily complex topological structures to function.
For instance—at the microscopic level of matter, various atomic elements can be regarded as knots, formed from differing quantities and types of fundamental particles, each twisted together by the fundamental forces of the universe.
At the molecular—and even macromolecular—scale, torsion and the intricate chains formed by multiple torsions play a crucial role in sustaining life.
Whether in genetic activity or the vast range of biochemical reactions and transformations that define living systems, everything depends on torsion to conduct chemical processes efficiently and sustain vital operations.
Fortunately, there exists three-dimensional space.
Only in three-dimensional space can infinitely many types of torsion exist.
Conversely, in four-dimensional space, the birth of complex biological structures would be nearly impossible.
Even if such structures did arise, four-dimensional lifeforms could not possess what we call organs or bones, let alone brains or neurons—conditions exclusive to three-dimensional organisms.
The third factor is 【Elemental Anomalies】.
Through her calculations, Seraphine could now predict—down to astonishing precision—the transformations all atomic elements would undergo upon entering four-dimensional space.
There, atomic orbitals can accommodate far more electrons, and each energy level can host many more orbitals.
This change would cause the structure of atomic elements to become profoundly altered, even bizarrely anomalous.
For example, the element Magnesium (Mg), in four-dimensional space, would no longer be metallic—it would exist as an inert gas.
Or consider Oxygen—its electronegativity would shift dramatically.
Everything—from the internal electron clouds and interatomic bonds to the balance of gravitational and centrifugal forces—would alter beyond recognition, or perhaps cease to exist entirely.
In four-dimensional space, the fundamental physical laws might still hold, and waves would still exist, but their behavior would become extraordinarily distorted.
Moreover, all fundamental particles possessing complete dimensional attributes would continue to exist—the key difference would lie in how they interact with one another.
Previously, Seraphine had only harbored deep suspicions.
But now, observing Saknussim’s pseudo-four-dimensional body from an external vantage point, she finally confirmed the truth:
She herself was still incomplete.
Realizing this did not bring discouragement or disappointment.
Instead, a blazing, indomitable fighting spirit surged within her mind.
“Other matters can wait. Here and now, I’ll deduce the framework of a true four-dimensional body.”
Having made her decision, Seraphine raised a hand lightly—
and with that motion, Saknussim’s colossal corpse vanished, drawn into her Dimensional Pocket, becoming yet another relic she had claimed and concealed.
Her eyes closed slightly as she sat upright in the void.
If she were still confined to the Solar System, burdened by her once-limited knowledge, Seraphine—even upon realizing her own incompleteness—could have done nothing but acknowledge it helplessly.
But now, having set foot in the Milky Way, and having absorbed the complete scientific and technological frameworks of three interstellar civilizations in an astonishingly short time, her knowledge base had become nothing short of terrifying.
The first was the immigrant interstellar metropolis Zciya City, founded by the Drugana civilization.
Because it housed countless species and cultures, its technological development had flourished in every direction—a grand convergence of ideas, where a hundred schools of thought bloomed together. Its level of civilization, in both breadth and depth, could crush Earth’s by orders of magnitude.
Thus, after obtaining Zciya City’s complete technological archive, Seraphine—though already commanding the four fundamental forces of the universe—gained far more insight into how to apply that power with precision and versatility.
The second was the Mercury Empire.
Within the Dark Void Battlefield, Seraphine had encountered the Empire’s vast forces: its elite officers, scientific cadres, and countless research units. Through the data reserves of fallen strongholds and starships, she gained access to their immense scientific database.
From those fragments alone, Seraphine was able to reconstruct nearly the entire Mercury technological tree—from root to trunk, extending all the way to its smallest branch.
Compared to the Mercury Empire—an authentic interstellar Overlord that dominated an entire galactic sector and ruled over a hundred habitable worlds—Zciya City, though hailed as the shining jewel of the Golden Bough Civilization Zone, was still inferior in many respects.
In terms of breadth, Zciya City’s multifaceted innovations allowed it to rival or even surpass the Mercury Empire.
But in terms of depth, particularly in key core fields, the Mercury Empire’s mastery far exceeded it.
The technological philosophy of the Mercury Race leaned toward the triadic integration of electrical, mechanical, and biological sciences—especially the internalization of biology, focusing on the perfection of genes and superpower organs.
The Agate Clan, however, was completely different.
Their technological system developed along three primary axes: neural-brain technology, biological technology, and mechanical technology.
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Because the Agate Clan’s neural network bodies differed too radically from those of other intelligent races—lacking even the basic concepts of clothing or armor—their advances in biological technology manifested outwardly, forming the physical and societal frameworks unique to their species in conjunction with mechanical engineering.
As a result, many of the Agate Clan’s civilian projects, architectural designs, and starships were hybrid constructs—seamless integrations of biological and mechanical technology.
Yet in the end, the Agate Clan’s tens of thousands of years of scientific progress ultimately became Seraphine’s gain.
At this moment, within Seraphine’s consciousness, Ocean of Knowledge, Eye of True Revelation, and Chaos Calculation all began to operate simultaneously.
Drawing upon every scrap of data from Earth’s technological system, Zciya City’s technological system, the Mercury Empire’s technological system, and the Agate Clan’s technological system—
Four colossal, intricate Technology Civilization Trees ignited within her mind, serving as fuel. They spun at blinding speed, initiating a grand deduction—how to attain a True · Four-Dimensional Body.
Time slipped by. A single day passed in an instant.
Across the vast, glittering void of space, the Solar System’s great cosmic dragon continued its slow, winding course.
Within it, billions of humans on Earth—the “body” of that dragon—and billions of alien lives on Drugana all lived and cultivated in tranquil harmony.
Only sometimes did their eyes lift toward the heavens, brimming with fanatical reverence.
And in a far, far distant place—countless kilometers away—
Seraphine, having at last completed her deduction for attaining a True · Four-Dimensional Body, slowly opened her eyes.
A full day had passed. The 【Infinite Attributes】 system activated once more.
【Host: Seraphine】
【Physical Strength: 26.4 million Star】
【Soul: 26.4 million Star】
As her attributes doubled once again, Seraphine—having burned through all her knowledge as the fuel for this grand deduction—finally grasped the method of transcending into a True · Four-Dimensional Body.
No… not merely that.
The method she had conceived would not simply grant her a so-called four-dimensional existence. Once cultivated, it would allow her to ascend seamlessly into five, six, even seven dimensions—ultimately encompassing the universe’s full ten dimensions, evolving into a Full-Dimensional Body.
Though the goal was immeasurably vast, the essence of the method itself was not complex—astonishingly, it was simple and direct.
So simple that a few sentences could fully express the essence of this method.
That is—to completely abandon the so-called flesh-and-blood body.
Not merely to discard skin, muscle, flesh, meridians, vessels, blood, tissue, organs, skeleton, or brain—
But to relinquish every cell and structure, each with its own type and function, that composes the body’s entirety.
To abandon even the organic compounds that form those cells, and the DNA gene chains that dictate their birth and operation.
To go further still—to renounce all the elements that compose those very things.
Simply put, anything that can exist only through the stable structure of three-dimensional 【Torsion】—anything bound by that very 【Torsion】 to three-dimensional spacetime—must be utterly cast away, shattered completely, upon cultivating this method.
In short, one must annihilate the mundane self and refine the purest essence, returning to the primal origin of all phenomena in the vast cosmos.
That origin—fundamental particles.
Seraphine made her decision: to disintegrate the painstakingly condensed Divinitas Frame, leaving behind only countless fundamental particles imbued with Full-Dimensional properties—particles capable of freely existing within any dimension—to forge a new, supreme physique.
As for whether this was something to regret—she felt nothing of the sort.
Was the Divinitas Frame powerful? Of course.
Its basic super-three-dimensional functions—attack, perception, transit—combined with the countless divine abilities she already possessed and would continue to evolve, were unmatched.
Its defensive power alone, in its super-three-dimensional structural state, could only be described as absolute—an unassailable barrier that no three-dimensional being or force in the universe could ever hope to damage or destroy.
Yet in the realm of true potential, the Full-Dimensional Body would far surpass the Divinitas Frame—by magnitudes beyond reckoning.
Because even if the Divinitas Frame were to reach its ultimate evolution, it would still remain an accumulation of mere 【Quantity】—a formidable, yet finite power, capable only of reigning for a time within three-dimensional spacetime.
It could not possibly compare to the Full-Dimensional Body, where every advancement represented a leap in the level of 【Quality】—a form that inherently possessed countless super-three-dimensional, even true four-dimensional, capabilities of attack, perception, transit, and defense.
Thus, Seraphine did not hesitate for even a heartbeat in abandoning the Divinitas Frame she had painstakingly cultivated.
All so-called divine arts, secret techniques, super-abilities, and immortal powers—if she ever deemed them useless, or worse, hindrances to her progress—Seraphine would never feel even a trace of sentiment. She would crush them without mercy and continue her ascent along the higher, more distant path.
Those who cling to the past can never become strong.
Only by endlessly “slaying” oneself can one climb to the highest peak.
And the new vessel Seraphine sought—the Full-Dimensional Body—
Would take her four-dimensional self-space, which completely transcended conventional spacetime, as its framework; countless fundamental particles with Full-Dimensional properties as its flesh and blood; and infinite high-dimensional pure energy together with the Celestial Arcana, the grand unified force field, as its breath—to integrate and construct it.
Once this Full-Dimensional Body was fully cultivated, Seraphine would become a true Full-Dimensional lifeform.
At that stage, no attack from any dimensional plane would be capable of killing her—perhaps not even capable of inflicting true harm.
Moreover, if the four-dimensional self-space that served as the Body’s framework were to ascend into five dimensions, the Full-Dimensional “flesh and blood” particles bound to it would also ascend in perfect synchrony, adapting flawlessly to the new dimensional layer.
The “tentacles” that absorbed high-dimensional pure energy would then extend into the fifth dimension, drawing even greater energies, replacing and enveloping the four-dimensional essence within the Celestial Arcana.
One flies, all fly; one ascends, all ascend.
Seraphine’s goal had never been limited to four dimensions. Her ambition was to climb to the absolute summit—to step into the ten-dimensional realm itself, becoming the most supreme existence standing within the true universe.
But before cultivating the Full-Dimensional Body, she chose to settle a few matters first.
Swoosh—
Seraphine lifted her hand with effortless grace, drawing forth Saknussim’s vast, incomplete corpse from her Dimensional Pocket, and with a casual flick, hurled it tens of thousands of miles away.
Her figure remained perfectly still. Then, within her divine eyes, two flickering bands of color suddenly flared to life—piercing through layer upon layer of void as they shot toward the colossal, drifting corpse in the distance.
Swoosh—
The twin beams of light flowed into the half-ruined brain of the giant. Within that flood of radiance, an immense and profound soul consciousness began to gestate and take shape.
Buzz—
Inside that mighty consciousness—vast enough to bury hundreds of thousands of miles of starlight—a wisp of root spirituality (False) emerged, faint and illusory, yet undeniably real.
In the next instant, the corpse’s remaining single eye blazed with blinding divine light.
Boom!!
The void itself quaked. A boundless, terrifying aura erupted from the surface of the remnant body, sweeping across a great expanse of surrounding three-dimensional spacetime. In an instant, tens of thousands—no, hundreds of thousands—of ultra-high-energy particle streams condensed into being, each capable of scorching a planet’s surface into molten glass.
Saknussim—revived...
No. Not resurrected.
It was Seraphine, who had used the supreme power of her Immortal Primordial Soul to forcibly create a vast consciousness, implanting it into Saknussim’s abandoned shell and compelling it back into motion.
“Hmm...”
The giant’s massive form stirred. Its expression was dazed as that single, blazing eye turned toward the supreme figure tens of thousands of miles away—the very sight of whom filled it with awe and instinctive reverence.
As if awakened from a dream, it lowered its head deeply and spoke in a voice like rumbling thunder:
“Master.”
“Mm. Very good.”
Seraphine regarded the towering form with quiet satisfaction. A faint smile curved her lips.
“From this moment forth, your name shall be... Godshell.”
The giant bowed low once more.
“Yes, Master.”
Although it possessed both consciousness and Root Spirituality (False), the damage to Saknussim’s brain had been far too severe—its functions half-destroyed, irreparable. Thus, regrettably, Godshell could not inherit the precious memories of ancient times.
In a sense, he was now a powerful new lifeform.
Yet at that moment, Seraphine frowned slightly.
She gazed at Godshell, floating tens of thousands of miles away, her eyes resting upon his half-shattered form. Her voice was low, carrying both curiosity and weight.
“Is this some kind of causality lock? The damage left by that unknown being… after millions of years, it still hasn’t healed—not even slightly. Truly formidable. It seems we are dealing with a powerful enemy.”
In her perception, Godshell’s body contained vast energy—enough to obliterate millions of suns—yet the massive wounds tearing through his form refused to mend. He could only drift there, dragging a broken, blood-colored spine through the void.
The shattered armor upon his body seemed, under the unseen influence of some mysterious law, to have become a fixed consequence—an immutable reality that defied even divine correction.
“Alas,” Seraphine sighed softly. “You look dreadful. Meeting others like this… you’ll only embarrass me.”
“Ah?”
Godshell blinked, stunned. Lowering his colossal head, he spoke in a subdued, remorseful tone:
“Master… I am sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Seraphine shook her head with mild exasperation. “I’ll just give you a shell.”
Then, with a graceful motion, she raised a finger and pointed toward the distant void.
Buzz—
In an instant, the empty space surrounding Godshell flared alive as endless fundamental particles erupted forth, coalescing around his fragmented form. From the nothingness, they began to construct a heavy suit of armor—black and red, its surface bristling with razor-edged spikes.
It was Seraphine’s own adaptation of the Mercury Race’s Etheric Battleform technology, combined with the exoskeletal, mechanized, and bio-weapon systems of numerous other intelligent species—crafted into a fully enclosed bio-mechanical armor for Godshell.
As for why she did not employ the Mercury Race’s highest-tier Cell-Penetrating Integrated Battleform—
The reason was simple.
Godshell’s innate four-dimensional cells and their functions were simply too powerful.
Any microscopic unit designed upon three-dimensional principles could not even pass through the intercellular gaps surrounding him.
Even if forced inside, such structures would be instantly crushed by the overwhelming strength of Godshell’s cells—reduced to useless fragments of electronic waste.
Thus, the armor carried few functions; it existed only for movement and concealment.
But that was more than enough.
For Godshell was already so powerful that he required none of those ornate, hollow weapons that others revered.
Likewise, due to material limitations, Godshell’s output could only reach one percent of his total combat capacity—roughly equivalent to Cadelon’s level.
If he wished to unleash his full power, he would have to tear off the armor himself—appearing before others in his incomplete, hideous state.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Creak!
In less than a minute, Godshell’s form underwent a visible transformation.
His height surged to three thousand meters, becoming an abyssal colossus radiating an ancient, unfathomable aura. His body was that of a heavily armored giant—darkly lined, covered in jagged crimson patterns and vicious spikes.
“Hm.”
Tens of thousands of miles away, Seraphine sat in silence, observing with calm satisfaction.
“This,” she said softly, “looks much better.”
Then her expression steadied. Her gaze turned toward the Solar System, lying tens of trillions of miles in the distance.
Her sight passed through the dark void, fixing upon Drugana—a planet slowly rotating within the “belly” of the immense, millions-of-miles-long dragon-shaped nebula.
Zciya City.
The Governor’s Mansion District.
Within the sprawling, castle-like complex—
“I said, could you please be a little more careful!?”
Under Panei’s horrified stare, Cadelon, hundreds of meters away, sat half-reclined—her massive form encased in black armor. One hand propped lazily beneath her chin, while the other idly tossed and caught a plasma sphere that crackled with purplish-blue lightning.
Panei, blessed with keen sensory ability, could feel it—if that seemingly harmless orb were to detonate, not only Zciya City, but even Drugana itself would be shattered into seventeen or eighteen fragments.
“Boring, so boring, I’m dying of boredom!”
Cadelon muttered as she flicked the plasma orb into the air again.
“I want a fight. I want to blow up planets. I want to wipe out races!”
While one of them was dying of worry—
the other was dying of boredom.
“Cadelon~~~”
A voice rang out from beyond the heavens, echoing across all of Drugana.
In that instant, over a billion beings in Zciya City, and tens of millions of merfolk dwelling in the endless hydrogenic seas, all looked skyward.
“Eh?! That’s Master’s voice!”
Inside the Governor’s Mansion, Cadelon froze for a moment, then lifted her head sharply.
Not far away, Panei set down his wineglass, both of them gazing blankly upward.
“Cadelon~~~ Come to me, quickly~~~”
“As you command, Master!!!”
At last hearing the divine summons clearly, Cadelon’s eyes lit up with joy. She opened her jaws wide and swallowed the plasma orb whole—crunching it with a metallic crack.
“Hahaha! Master must have a mission for me!” she bellowed, her laughter echoing through the citadel like rolling thunder.
After laughing heartily, Cadelon ignored the dumbfounded Panei in the distance. Muttering words like “planet-blasting,” “race-extermination,” “slaughter,” and the like, she crashed straight through Zciya City’s fortified walls, soaring rapidly past the city limits and streaking toward the heavens.
Before long—
Whoosh~~~
A beam of plasma light, wrapped in layers of explosive energy, descended from the sky and came to a halt tens of thousands of meters before Seraphine.
Within the azure void, the violent lightning arcs dissipated, revealing Cadelon’s figure kneeling on one knee, head bowed in reverence.
“Master, do you have any commands?”
Seraphine gazed at her with a faint, gentle smile.
“I called you here mainly for two things.”
Cadelon remained silent, listening intently.
“First,” Seraphine began, “you must head to the Driphor Sector and locate an interstellar hunter named Yuro. Whether you kill him or not doesn’t matter—but the three Keys of Heaven in his possession must be retrieved and presented to me.
Second, while ensuring that mission’s success, you are to exterminate the Mercury Empire.”
Upon hearing the mission requirements, Cadelon lowered her head further and asked respectfully,
“Master, how long does Cadelon have to complete the mission?”
“Mission duration, hm…” Seraphine touched her chin thoughtfully.
“I’ve always acted swiftly, but the Driphor Sector is quite expansive. I’ll give you—three days.”
“As you command, Master. Cadelon will depart at once.”
With that, she rose from the void, preparing to take off.
But at that moment—
“Wait.”
Seraphine’s calm voice stopped her in mid-motion. Instantly, Cadelon froze and returned to kneeling on one knee, her head once more lowered.
“There’s a new companion,” Seraphine said softly. “You’ll need to meet him.”
Cadelon blinked, stunned. “A new… companion?”
That word was anything but simple.
Among Seraphine’s followers, only those with comparable combat power could be called companions.
And within the Master’s ranks, Cadelon knew there were few who could stand near her level.
Aside from her close friend Panei, she had thoroughly investigated all others who bore names under the Master’s command—and she knew exactly what they were worth.
There were Swetha, Kael, Vale, Selene, Yvienne, Serena, Sani, Alban, and a dozen other strangely named weaklings—utter trash in her eyes.
Among them, only three were Transcendent-class beings.
Of those three, only Swetha possessed a somewhat unusual power that managed to spark a flicker of her interest.
As for the other two—one had a bit of talent in combat, but had just stepped into Stage Two, not even worth mentioning.
The other mechanical life form had only just stepped into the Transcendent realm—so weak she couldn’t even withstand a single glance from her.
The rest were even more worthless, mere carbon-based Ordinaries.
So… a companion?
Cadelon frowned slightly, unable to figure out who it could possibly be.
Just as she was about to ask, a colossal and unfathomable aura—one strong enough to shake the very fabric of the cosmos—swept across the void with a roar.
“This power… it’s actually on par with mine!”
Cadelon’s expression shifted. Instantly roused, she stood up sharply as her own vast aura surged outward in response, clashing against the incoming pressure. At the same time, she turned and looked behind her—her single eye flashing with disbelief even as a fierce, blazing battle intent erupted within her.
Whoosh—
A black-armored, demonic god nearly three thousand meters tall appeared a hundred miles behind her. The towering figure immediately knelt on one knee, bowing deeply toward Seraphine.
“Master, do you have any commands?”
Seraphine raised her gaze to the distant Godshell, who was still kneeling tens of thousands of meters away, and spoke calmly:
“Did you hear what I just told Cadelon?”
Godshell bowed his head. “Yes, Master. I heard it.”
“Very good.”
Seraphine smiled faintly. “I also have a mission for you.”
She lifted her hand, pointing toward the opposite direction of the Driphor Sector.
“I want you to go to the Namora Sector and bring back every individual of the Agate Clan—intact and in complete form.
You will encounter resistance, of course, so I permit a fifty-percent attrition rate.
Also, you must retrieve their homeworld, Bozman, the origin planet of the Agate Clan—completely preserved.”
As she spoke, Seraphine’s lips curved slightly, her tone soft yet filled with power.
“For this mission, I’ll also give you three days. No problem, I trust?”
Godshell replied at once, “Yes, Master. Three days is more than enough to complete it.”
“Excellent.”
Seraphine nodded, then reached into her Dimensional Pocket and drew out a small ‘star’ sphere, idly twirling it between her fingers before flicking it away.
“Use this to contain the Agate Clan individuals.”
Whoosh ~
The sphere shot tens of thousands of meters through the void, expanding rapidly as it flew. By the time it reached Godshell, its size had grown from less than that of an apple to nearly three hundred meters in diameter. He caught it effortlessly in his palm.
Watching him receive it, Seraphine continued in a calm tone:
“This is an ancient Rubik’s Cube constructed by your original body—Saknussim—using true dimensional manipulation technology.
Although you lack his memories, the instincts of your semi-four-dimensional body should make its operation feel familiar.”
Godshell inclined his head. “Yes, Master. The mysteries of three-dimensional reality are as clear to me as my own palm. I have fully mastered every function of this body.”
“Mm.”
Seraphine nodded in satisfaction, then turned her gaze toward Cadelon.
“It’s likely the two of you will be working together for quite some time. You should get acquainted.”
Cadelon hadn’t yet spoken when, a hundred miles away, Godshell turned toward her and nodded politely.
“Greetings,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “My name is Godshell. My original form was the corpse of the ancient lifeform Saknussim. Through Master’s supreme divine power, I was reborn from that body—granted spirit and form anew.”
“Ancient lifeform Saknussim… Ah, I don’t know him.”
Cadelon spoke coldly, her voice like grinding metal. “My name is Cadelon, a Yonruk warrior resurrected through Master’s time reversal.”
Her single eye fixed on Godshell, where battle intent flickered like lightning. “Though my memories of the past are hazy, I clearly remember this—
I once stood as an absolute Overlord, unrivaled across the entire Milky Way.
For tens of thousands of years, there have been few beings capable of stirring even the faintest sense of threat within me.
But you, Godshell…
You make me—who stand at the very summit of the Milky Way—feel my battle spirit ignite, my killing intent surge!
So, fight me!”
Godshell did not immediately respond.
Instead, he first turned toward Seraphine, seated serenely tens of thousands of miles away, watching with a faint, knowing smile. Then he looked back at Cadelon, whose entire being blazed with bloodlust, and finally spoke in a deep, steady tone:
“Without Master’s command, I will not engage in meaningless actions.”
“Meaningless? Ha!”
Lightning erupted from Cadelon’s single eye as she burst into harsh laughter. “You actually think fighting me—Cadelon—is meaningless? Hahaha! Arrogant fool! Are you refusing because you fear being killed by me?”
Her voice was wild and taunting, overflowing with fury and challenge.
Yet Godshell showed no anger.
He merely gave her a calm, indifferent glance and said evenly:
“What you choose to believe is your concern. What you choose to do is your freedom. Neither have anything to do with me.”
His tone carried not defiance, but complete disregard—like a mountain unmoved by storm.
Lightning instantly surged across Cadelon’s body.
She clenched her fists, tilting her head with a low, rasping laugh. “Interesting. Truly… interesting.”
After her cold chuckle, Cadelon suddenly turned to face Seraphine.
Her Master rested her chin on one hand, watching with amused curiosity.
Without hesitation, Cadelon dropped to one knee and bowed deeply.
“Master,” she said reverently, her voice filled with unrestrained fervor, “please grant me permission to fight Godshell!”
“Hah, ah, ah…”
Seraphine’s melodious laughter rippled through the void. “Cadelon, you mustn’t be so impulsive. You must understand—both you and Godshell are the strongest warriors under my command. If one of you were to carelessly kill the other… I would be displeased.”
The instant the word “displeased” left her lips—
The vast, dim universe for tens of billions of miles around began to tremble.
As if the most terrifying gamma rays from the deepest reaches of the universe had suddenly burst forth, every inch of the endless void instantly boiled, erupting with countless ultra-high-energy particle streams that detonated outward in every direction of the cosmic expanse.
Then Seraphine’s voice rang out once more—
“However…”
The instant that single word fell, all turbulence and commotion across tens of billions of miles of universe came to an abrupt halt.
It was as though time itself had been suspended; all matter and energy froze, sluggish and inert.
Simultaneously, the countless torrents of chaotic energy that had been flowing freely in every direction rapidly converged.
Those vast and perilous energies, as if rewound by time, condensed into thousands of rocky planets—each tens of thousands of kilometers wide—encircling blazing stars born in the same instant.
When those hundreds of thousands of high-energy beams, each hotter and more violent than the sun’s core, erupted together, they clashed, collided, intertwined, and exploded in cataclysmic fury.
Within moments, the surrounding universe—spanning tens of billions of miles—was transformed into a raging, incandescent sea of light.
Amid that blinding ocean, Cadelon and Godshell drifted wordlessly, not daring to move. They allowed the planet-shattering energy tides—roaring for tens of thousands of miles—to scour, strike, and erode their bodies again and again.
Even the faint, flickering auras of power they had just released quietly vanished, swallowed by the brilliance.
As they witnessed this sight, both were utterly dumbstruck—as though gazing upon a true Creator God.
Their Master—within a single thought—had forged a super-standard star system overflowing with planets!
Yet Seraphine, who had just performed such a universe-defining act, remained utterly composed, as if she had merely exhaled. Her expression did not change.
Cadelon and Godshell could not comprehend that what seemed like an earth-shattering miracle was, to Seraphine, something wholly ordinary.
If she so desired, she could summon hundreds of thousands of radiant suns into existence within this vast darkness—instantly.
Looking down at the two figures kneeling tens of thousands of meters below, Seraphine’s lips curved into a gentle smile.
“But even if you die,” she said softly, “I can reverse time and bring you back.”
“So—fight.”
“This star cluster is the battlefield I’ve prepared for you.”
“Hoo ~”
Cadelon quietly exhaled a stream of charged plasma; the tension in her frame eased.
“Thank you, Master, for completing this.”
After expressing her gratitude, Cadelon rose to her feet. Her single luminous eye gleamed as she turned toward Godshell, who had also risen a hundred miles away.
A cold laugh slipped from her lips.
“Come then, Godshell—let’s make this battle worth it.”
The latter slowly turned his head, his lone remaining eye—gleaming faintly through the dim metallic mask—flaring with divine light as he gazed at Cadelon, whose battle aura had already surged high enough to ignite the stars themselves.
His voice resonated through the void.
“If that’s how it is… then let us fight a grand battle.”
Far away, Cadelon threw her head back and burst into wild, unrestrained laughter.
“Hahahahaha!”
Her laughter rolled through the cosmos, carrying the madness of a storm. In that same instant, a colossal mental field—tyrannical and untamed, vast enough to drown the thoughts and consciousness of tens of billions—blazed into existence.
It rumbled, condensed, then erupted forth like a flood from a collapsing sky, surging down upon the silent figure of Godshell in the void.
Boom!!!
The emptiness trembled.
But before that overwhelming torrent could strike, Godshell merely raised his hand and, with effortless calm, redirected the torrent of furious mental energy—flinging it far into the endless expanse of the universe.
At that very moment, the heavy armor covering Cadelon’s body began to crack and peel away in shards from head to toe.
Through those thousands—tens of thousands—of fissures, ancient purplish-blue lightning surged, flooding out like living veins of energy as the armor began to expand and swell uncontrollably.
In an instant, it grew into a monstrous form spanning several thousand meters.
At a glance, it was like an ancient black lotus, dormant for eons, suddenly bursting into bloom—magnificent, radiant, and drenched in killing intent.
Within the expanding shell of that divine armor, Cadelon’s true body—a humanoid plasma being roughly thirty meters tall, glowing a blinding blue hotter than the sun’s core—remained unchanged in form. Yet as the armor split open and her power surged, her volume multiplied a millionfold, seamlessly merging with the swirling, pitch-black fragments of armor that now revolved around her like planets around a star.
Thus, Cadelon stood fully encased within her newly awakened armor—a towering, radiant giant, now equal in stature to Godshell.
From afar—tens of thousands of meters away—Seraphine tilted her head slightly as she observed the two towering figures poised for battle.
“It seems the two of you are ready,” she murmured.
Then she lifted one slender hand, snapped her fingers lightly, and said:
“Begin.”
Buzz—
In that instant, both black giants vanished, swallowed by twin space-time vortices that hurled them tens of billions of kilometers away.
They were transported to the surface of a planet twenty thousand kilometers in diameter—one of the newborn worlds within the freshly forged star system.
The moment they arrived, Seraphine’s voice echoed across the heavens:
“This star system, spanning twenty billion kilometers, has been modified by me into a ‘Finite Infinity’ hyperspherical space. You may act as you wish—nothing you do here will affect the outside world.”
(The so-called Finite Infinity refers to a bounded yet endless domain—finite in measurable scale, yet without an edge. No matter which direction one travels, they will always return to the origin, never escaping this enclosed cosmos.)
“Master’s power truly knows no bounds…”
Cadelon, standing among the jagged mountains like a living monolith, gazed upward in reverence. Then, glancing at Godshell a hundred kilometers away, she spread her four arms wide and laughed softly.
“Let the slaughter begin.”
The moment her words fell, her figure blurred—then erupted into a streak of searing light. She ripped through the planet’s hundred-kilometer-thick crust, carving countless magma-filled abysses as she shot forward, her fist driving toward Godshell with cataclysmic force.
Sub-light speed.
In less than one ten-thousandth of a second, her motion had breached the threshold of sub-light velocity.
Naturally, Godshell was not to be outdone.
He stomped once—each step collapsing entire tectonic plates—and moved at equal speed, his advance shattering vast sections of the crust. With that momentum, he launched his own devastating punch toward the oncoming Cadelon.
Then—they collided.
“……”
Utter silence.
No sound could travel.
For every medium capable of transmitting sound—the boundless air, the rivers and lakes, the towering mountains, even the tens of thousands of miles of land beneath them—had been instantaneously vaporized.
All of it was consumed by the blinding radiance and unbearable energy density of their clash—light hotter and more violent than the heart of the sun itself.
The vast crust beneath them—tens of thousands of miles thick—had already melted into a blazing sea of magma. Beneath that, the hundreds of thousands of kilometers of sub-layers were suddenly and violently torn apart by the unimaginable energy unleashed from their colliding fists.
That cataclysm triggered tens of millions of superheated plasma torrents, each like a column of molten light, ripping through nearly half the planet’s surface and erupting outward into the boundless void.
The remaining half of the planet suffered total convulsion—supervolcanoes erupted in chains, tectonic plates twisted apart, and the atmosphere shattered in a cascade of fire and storms.
Had there been life or civilization upon this world, it would have been completely annihilated within the hour.
Yet the strike that wrought such devastation was nothing more than a test blow between Cadelon and Godshell—not even their warm-up.
Without exaggeration, for any ordinary planetary or even interstellar civilization, a single heavy punch from either of these two monsters would be enough to shake a planet to its core—triggering continental collapse, global tsunamis, mega-earthquakes, and chains of erupting volcanoes that would wipe out all life and history in an instant.
One could only say this: any casual motion of the strong brings catastrophe to the weak.
By now, the two had already departed, hurtling tens of trillions of miles through the silent void.
Whoosh!
A streak of phantom light flashed.
A planet over ten thousand kilometers in diameter was pierced clean through by a single blinding beam. The next instant, it burst apart like a shattered watermelon, exploding into massive irregular fragments that scattered outward, forming a vast meteor shower stretching deep into the darkness.
Moments later, another planet—hundreds of thousands of kilometers away—was struck through and exploded as well, breaking into useless debris that dispersed endlessly across the infinite void.
Compared to the planets themselves, the figures of Cadelon and Godshell were minuscule—yet their speed was so immense that even the universe seemed unable to contain their afterimages.
Unless directly observed, ordinary lifeforms—or even advanced interstellar civilizations—would never perceive their presence.
All they could do was tremble in horror as distant planets inexplicably exploded across the sky, powerless to resist or even comprehend the cause.
“Star Annihilation!”
Cadelon’s roar tore through the void.
Tens of thousands of super-high-energy, planet-destroying beams burst forth around her—each infused with tracking, piercing, explosive, and corrosive properties. They shot outward in every direction, vanishing instantly into the Symbolic Domain before reappearing from countless angles, converging upon Godshell—tens of thousands of miles away—at thousands, even tens of thousands of times the speed of light.
For an instant, the entire sector was consumed by a storm of annihilation.
Boom boom boom boom!
...
In the pitch-black expanse of space, it was as if a sea of shattered stars had come into being—celestial corpses strewn across the endless dark.
At the heart of that ruined universe, waves of radiant light flared again and again, cascading outward in luminous showers.
Beams of blazing light, each several kilometers thick, formed without pause, rushing furiously in all directions.
They were the aftershocks—the energy torrents born from Cadelon and Godshell’s close-quarters combat.
Even a single one of these torrents, if it struck a planet, would bore through the crust and unleash unimaginable devastation.
And if some unfortunate world were struck by dozens of them—then its fate was sealed. That planet would inevitably be declared dead, reduced to a cold and desolate husk adrift in the void.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!
Within that endless darkness, Cadelon and Godshell—trailing infinite streams of light and flame—clashed again and again, each strike shattering the fabric of reality.
Around them, violent bursts of radiance scattered endlessly.
Terrifying heat, unstable magnetic storms, and volatile particle streams intertwined and collided, forming a chaotic domain capable of erasing even a Stage Ten Overlord in an instant.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Almost every second, the two exchanged thousands—tens of thousands—of blows.
Each attack, moving at sub-light speed, carried power enough to crush planets and fracture the cosmos itself.
Yet unlike Cadelon, who met each strike head-on, Godshell fought differently.
Every terrifying force that struck his body was devoured by the warped space around him—only to be reflected back toward Cadelon in the next instant.
“World-Ending Cannon!!!”
Finally, with a furious roar, Cadelon unleashed her full power. Her entire form blazed with unbearable radiance as her four arms locked together. Between her palms, a beam of divine light began to coalesce—so bright, even the nearby stars dimmed a hundred thousandfold before it.
Then she thrust her hands forward, unleashing that beam directly at Godshell—who now stood almost within reach.
