[A/N: Dinsional Rankings are similar to Universes, however there are only nine of them.]
While the Originat finally stepped back into the multiverse, a certain action by Ash had already begun its rippling effect.
Far from the multiverse Ash was accustod to... sothing eerily resemblant to the World Stele’s back on Elaris could be seen. However, at the top in bright white words read: Cosmic Stele.
It looked nothing more than a typical slab of rocks that was cracked beyond belief.
The Stele was no re monunt though; it was sothing that was present in every Lower/Middle/High Dinsion... well it should’ve been. It was a relic from the dawn of existence that displayed the nas and statuses of all nine Lower Dinsions.
Why?
Well, it was a simple but constant reminder of the cosmic hierarchy and the endless competition between them. On the cracked steele, nine dinsions were listed in descending order of perceived power.
Power in this case... it ant the collective strength every single inhabitant.
And currently all the strongest beings across reality and dinsions had their eyes on the ninth spot that had been glowing brightly for the last few days.
For countless Cycles now, the ninth dinsion had been scratched out... or in other words thought to be destroyed. Yet now here it was... The weakest Dinsion appearing eons later.... Reading:
Dinsion Nine - The Architect
[A/N: When I say Dinsion I an Lower-High Dinsion in totality. The Cosmology picture in the discord should help with visualization. Just picture nine of those structures, each looking different though.]
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In Lower Dinsion 8, there laid a universe that was nad, The Forging Expanse.
This place was ho to all things forging in this Lower Dinsion, whether it be races specialized in such things or regular old blacksmiths.
On a world that was literal anvil, it didn’t have the typical ground as it was so forged steel.
The air thrumd with the constant clanging of hamrs on anvils, and the roar of new weapons, artifacts, and more being brought into existence.
This was a place of unyielding creation and war—where strength was forged in fire and tested in blood, and weakness was hamred out like impurities in steel.
The strongest faction in Dinsion 8—the Anvil Lords—had gathered around a miniature Stele in their grand war-hall. They were towering figures clad in armor forged from the bones of slain cosmic beasts.
Their hamrs were the size of mountains, eyes glowing with the red flas. Led by Lord Pike, an imnse brute with skin like iron and a beard of molten steel that dripped sparks with every word.
This faction... they had dominated this dinsion for cycles, crushing rivals while also being the epicenter of all artifacts.
Pike stood closest to the Stele, massive arms crossed over his chest, staring at the glowing list.
"This Dinsion should have been long destroyed... forty-five cycles ago." He muttered as it didn’t make sense for an entire Dinsion to suddenly pop back into existence.
Especially the Ninth Dinsion.... it had been around for hundreds of cycles, yet it had never moved from the ninth spot. As he looked over the stele the doors opened to the war room.
CREAK
One of his lieutenants—stepped entered, hamr resting on her shoulder.
"Lord Pike... the hunter’s mark as responded. We’ve traced Vane’s trail—it points there." She gesutured towards the one glowing na on the stele.
BOOM
Pike grunted—fist slamming against the Stele with a impact that echoed through the forge-world.
"We’ve chased that rat across realities for too long. Nearly thirty cycles now... and he sohow ends up.... there?!"
Another lord laughed, deep and rumbling.
"The Cosmic Stele doesn’t lie. The Ninth Dinsion has never been much, we will kill their guardians. We take Vane, and destroy the Dinsion even more."
Pike nodded—turning to the assembled Anvil Lords, voice booming like a war-horn.
’I’m sure they’d bring to the Middle Dinsion as well, if I accomplish this.’ He smiled as he roared.
"Prepare the Fleets! We set out for the Ninth Dinsion imdiately!"
The hall erupted in roars—hamrs slamming against anvils in rhythmic thunder, forges flaring brighter as weapons were prepared.
While the Anvil Lords moved setting out for invasion. The little green and blue sphere, the main playing stage well... It was moving on a board that no one had ever seen.
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Earth, it was beyond any normal spectacle one might have guessed.
By now it was obvious that had never been quite a world.... and especially one that was made for mortal humans. Even with that being the case, the mystery of Earth ran far deeper than what that suggested.
That’s because Earth itself was a Paradox.
When Ash transmigrated from Earth, it was year 2025... and since then going strictly based on the outside ti, about seven thousand years had passed.
Yet it was year 2026 for the world of Earth.
In other words, only a year... nearly two, had passed on Earth since Ash left. This all stemd from the fact that it wasn’t truly a world at all but a damaged dinsional gate. By it being damaged it obviously didn’t operate in its proper way.
And that wasn’t all that played into the Paradox of Earth....
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The ’world’ looked exactly as it always had—familiar, almost deceptively ordinary.
Blue skies stretched above rolling green hills and dense forests, rivers winding lazily through valleys, mountains rising in the distance with snow-capped peaks catching the afternoon sun.
Cities still stood—Tokyo’s skyline gleaming under clear skies, New York’s streets bustling with life. At first look one might think not much had changed at all. There were no ruined buildings. No collapsed infrastructure or any true signs of a world that was draped in mystery.
Well, aside from people flying around and all the usual fantasy things.
However, there was also no hum of electricity. No roar of engines. No scent of oil or exhaust... and even technology seed have to been replaced.
Instead, the air thrumd with mana—so dense it was almost visible.
Trees swayed without wind; leaves glowed with healthier hues.
The ground itself pulsed faintly beneath bare feet, as though the planet was breathing—alive, aware, saturated with mana hundreds of tis purer than any other place in the Lower Dinsion.
It was obvious that the world had awakened due to Ash’s transmigration.
Kaguya Shin descended slowly toward the tallest tower in what had once been called the Himalayas—now it was a tower of black adamant and glowing white that pierced the clouds.
It had been quite a while since she was sent here by Kagami, yet all the ti nonsense made her stop tracking her stay here at all.... It was because ti just moved entirely too slow for her.
Her mirror-fox tails swaying gracefully behind her, silver-white fur shimring in the dense mana. Her kimono of shifting fabric flowed around her lithe form as she floated downward, violet eyes calm yet watchful.
It was odd, because this tower it could be considered older than the mountains themselves. After the world’s awakening... it simply shot up from the ground.
Inside, the chamber was vast—circular, dod ceiling lost in soft white light, walls of the sa black adamant veined with glowing white. At the center stood, a round obsidian table, and around it sat the three top experts of Earth.
All of them were at the Peak of Cosmic Overlord.
[A/N: How they ranked up so fast? Well, aside from such high mana purity... there’s sothing else, it’ll be shown towards the end or beginning of the next Chapter.]
Leading them was a man that had changed quite a bit.
It was Aster, the clone of The Eternal Deceiver
He was tall, composed with silver hair falling to his shoulders, eyes a deep, knowing orange. He sat at the head of the table, fingers steepled, presence radiating quiet authority.
To his right sat a stern woman with short-cropped black hair and piercing gray eyes, her armor of living crystal.
To his left a broad-shouldered man with a scarred face and a mane of wild red hair.
Kaguya landed lightly at the edge of the table—nine tails folding neatly behind her.
Aster didn’t look up—voice calm, asured.
"The Apocalypse has been active for nearly two years now. When I arrived a year ago... humanity should have been long lost." He said as he stood and walked to a window.
"These new races are manifesting daily—beast-kin in the forests, dragons in the mountains, demons in the deep oceans.... and us Humans have managed to outgrow them all."
The stern won leaned forward—gray eyes sharp.
"We must thank the Records... all us Humans have awakened things that are beyond anything those other races have even known to exist. We have the full authority to proceed as we see fit."
Darius nodded in agreent.
"I say we call for a World eting with the leaders from each race. We will set so ground rules and law... I think they would rather that then going to war with us."
Aster finally lifted his gaze—orange eyes eting Kaguya’s.
"Any updates?" It went without noting that, Earth being placed back in it’s proper state... well it eventually was noticed by them.
Kaguya’s nine tails flicked once.
"I’m still unsure of what happened. However, it seems as if distant stars have appeared around us."
The chamber fell into thoughtful silence—only the faint hum of the tower’s runes and the distant roar of mana storms outside filling the air.
Aster turned back to the window.
"Alright, call for the World eting. Set it for a month... in the anti we will understand just what the stars appearing in the void ans."
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