The woman perched on the soft mattress, muscles rigid, in a room heavy with the sweet, smoky scent of sandalwood incense—each breath thickening the knot of dread in her chest. A chill clung to the air, heavy and unmoving, making every breath feel dense, as the faint hiss of burning incense lingered beneath it, its sweetness soured by fear.
She was clutching the sheet of her mattress, her breathing stopped because of the horror she was currently experiencing.
Her knuckles whitened, nails digging into the coarse fabric, grounding herself as her heart thudded erratically in her chest.
W-What just h-happened?
She had the answer to that very question in her horror-filled mind, yet she couldn’t even bring herself to imagine it.
For five whole minutes, even the sound of her breathing wasn’t heard inside the room. Reality seed too cruel to accept.
But she had no choice. If things really went bad, it wouldn’t be just her who received true death—it would be the entire White Moon Guild.
She was terrified.
If that person truly decided to take offence at her words, their whole guild would be wiped out.
How was she sure that would happen? It was a very high possibility.
Because she hadn’t just offended anyone, but one of the Lords of the Universe—whose na she had never even heard before.
In the Divine Realm, the titles used by the Lords of the Universe were very famous and known by almost everyone, so even in chat, no one dared to say sothing that couldn’t be reversed.
Her shoulders shook; she bit her lip until it nearly bled...
She still rembers the event which happened 1,100 years ago. A young master of a guild—whose na shouldn’t even be spoken out loud—had sohow upset the Lord of Ti and Space.
Even back then, they had records in the Divine Realms—ancient historical records—that these beings who called themselves Lords in the Cosmic Chat, without revealing their identities, resided in realms far above their own.
It was rumoured that even hundreds of Pri Divinities wouldn’t be able to do anything against the Lords, reduced to lambs to be slaughtered.
Yet those weren’t the only rumours.
Most people in the Divine Realm didn’t believe those exaggerated tales. Still, there was lingering fear and awe tied to their nas, because the records were millions of years old.
And the fact that none of the supre rulers had ever disrespected or questioned them only added fuel to these ancient records.
Very rarely did those Lords chat in public domains. The fact that it all happened in the very chat she had always been active in—but missed this ti—still made her feel a deep regret.
One of the strongest guilds in the Divine Realm...
A young master, drunk on his father being a Pri Divinity and with hundreds of thousands of Divinities under his command...
Yet he had called upon disaster himself that ended it all.
She barged into their main planet and killed the young master—not just any death, but a true death. And the guild leader, his father, a Pri Divinity—not just any Pri Divinity...
One of the Supres.
He tried to kill her when his son was killed by her in a death that could never be reversed, but the sa thing happened to him. Rumours said it wasn’t even a fight, but a slaughter.
Other guild mbers didn’t even resist after their Supre Leader was killed.
But there were still those who held ill will toward her—those connected to the young master and the Supre Leader.
She didn’t give them true death.
But did it even make a difference?
I am already dead. There’s no escape. Not even for my soul...
The planet had been frozen in a cage of Ti and Space for six hundred years, along with everyone inside. No one knew when the cage would be lifted. So even believed it would remain that way for eternity.
So said at least a million years, for angering the Lord.
But no one knew the answer. Only the Lord of Ti and Space herself knew.
That planet had beco a popular destination across the entire Divine Realm. People regularly visited to comprehend the concepts—especially beings with space and ti affinity. It was a heavenly gift for them.
No significant power had tried to seize it for themselves, due to the fear of offending the Lord. Otherwise, how could such a valuable site be available to everyone?
Every child in the Divine Realm knew this tale.
Other Supre Leaders had co along with hidden masters and secret organisations when she had trapped the entire planet with millions of people.
But they only watched in terror. None tried to stop her. None even said a word.
Then, before she left—it happened.
A warning was given to every Supre Leader and the strongest Pri Divinities.
"If anyone in your realm calls my na out loud, I will pay a visit to you all again."
Like good little children, the Supre Leaders accepted her words as the highest command.
Before this event, the strange phenonon that occurred whenever those nas were ntioned in the ancient texts—stored in Cosmic Chat—was sothing anyone could invoke.
A mysterious cosmic phenonon would happen.
Children used to play around with it, as it was like a cool cosmic background effect.
Not just anyone could use it, but only a higher authority within guilds could use it for personal purposes. Rules were applied, so not everyone could trigger the cosmic effect at will.
She even rembered her ti before becoming a Lesser Divinity. When she had won a duel in her academy, she was allowed to use it in front of everyone to display her accomplishnt.
She could still feel the cold marble beneath her bare feet, the vibration in her bones as cosmic energy danced around her victory.
Those cosmic phenona were used like toys. Nothing bad happened when anyone did it.
But after the warning from the Lord from the myths—who had displayed terrifying power and proved that those ancient scriptures weren’t just fake old texts...
That very day, a galaxy-wide notice was sent across the Divine Realm and even to the Ethereal Realm, as many Lesser Divinities had gone back to lesser realms to live like kings, knowing they’d forever be ants in the Divine Realm without enough talent.
The highest form of law was applied to every galaxy, star system, and planet: triggering cosmic phenona using any Lord’s na would be punishable by death.
Since then, every being had been silent. Even dragons in the Divine Realm wouldn’t dare.
Strangely, dragons had never spoken the Lords’ nas aloud even before. It was as if they instinctively knew they were playing with fire so hot it could burn their very soul.
Yet they were never ridiculed for it, even when they avoided what even children of other races might do. People might have questioned it, but the fact that dragons were the strongest race in the Divine Realm silenced those doubts.
And it wasn’t like a few rogue dragons used it to play around. No one did, not even in the Ethereal Realm.
That day, aside from confirming the Lords’ existence, waves spread across countless galaxies. And the reputation of dragons also reached another level.
A dam broke inside her as she stared, shivering in her place. Her breath hitched, chest tight as a band, and tears slipped hot and unchecked down her cheeks, tasting of salt and despair, knowing her true death was only a matter of ti. Because before the Lord could do anything, her own guild would kill her.
Terrifying was an understatent.
She hadn’t just called His na out loud.
She had insulted Him personally; her sins were too big.
"Forgive , please, please..."
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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