Chapter 30 – The Heart of the Sanctum
The sanctum's forge was silent that day.
No hammers rang, no NPC smiths sang their coded hymns. Even the flow of molten light through the forges of Nidavellir slowed, like the world itself was holding its breath.
Because today, we weren't forging just another weapon.
We were building the heart of a god.
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It had started with an idea—an ambition whispered between calculations and battle logs.
A weapon that wasn't merely strong.
Not a sword, not a spear, not a chain or staff.
But something that amplified—a core conduit, capable of multiplying the abilities of whoever wielded it.
The concept was born from necessity. Our guild had become powerful—autonomous, self-sufficient, armed to the teeth—but it lacked a single symbol. Something that defined Three Burning Eyes beyond its shadows and secrets.
Every great guild had one: the Heart of Nine Worlds, Ainz Ooal Gown's Staff of the Supreme Beings, the legendary Dragon's Coil of Midgard.
Our mark would be different.
Our weapon would be born from the data itself.
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"Ren-sama," HIME said as the holographic schematics unfolded before us in the upper chamber of Asgard, the sanctum's pinnacle layer.
Her eyes flickered with streams of blue data as countless formulas lined the air.
> "You intend for this weapon to synchronize with the guild's data core. Functionally, it will act as an extension of the sanctum itself."
"Exactly," I said, tracing the projection with one gloved hand. "Not just a weapon. A system anchor. Whoever holds it doesn't just wield power—they become the sanctum."
> "Limitation parameters?"
"One." I smiled faintly. "It must only respond to the rightful master of this guild. To whoever commands the sanctum's data signature."
> "Meaning yourself."
"Until someone better comes along," I said softly.
She tilted her head, but didn't argue.
Her holographic body glowed faintly in the reflection of the core light as she continued analyzing.
> "A weapon that can amplify any ability used through it. Theoretically, this includes magic, skills, and even racial abilities. To sustain such a system, you would require a medium capable of withstanding continuous multi-source computation at divine scale."
"Which means," I said, "we'll need the strongest material in existence."
> "Indeed."
And there it was—the start of our next conquest.
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HIME projected a holographic star-map of Yggdrasil.
Nine realms, nine world trees, nine potential sources of the rarest minerals known to the game.
Each dungeon marked with faint sigils—sealed, unknown, unexplored.
> "I have identified twenty-seven locations where such materials may exist," HIME explained. "Each dungeon houses energy patterns consistent with end-tier crafting resources. Combined, they could provide the framework for the amplification core you seek."
I nodded slowly. "And all of them need to be cleared."
> "Affirmative."
A small smile crossed my lips. "Then we'll do it the old-fashioned way."
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Within a day, the call was sent across our hidden network.
[Guild Directive: Operation Sanctum Core]
Objective: Retrieve all necessary high-tier materials for Guild Weapon Construction.
Participants: All available members (Priority Rank A).
Team Formation: Adaptive parties led by sub-commanders.
Authorization: Full use of guild resources and divine items permitted.
Our numbers had dropped over the past year—eighty-three members remained, counting the agents who still operated under false names. But what we lacked in quantity, we made up for in coordination.
Every one of them knew how to function like a part of a larger machine.
When the summons reached them, the guild hall filled with familiar faces—some old, some newly refined by time and experience. The chatter, though brief, was alive with energy.
> "So, boss, you finally giving us a real fight again?"
"You can't just build an amplifier out of pure ore, right? That's suicide."
"If HIME's predicting it, it's not suicide—it's just statistically improbable."
"We'll make it work."
I looked over them—faces that had survived dungeons, guild wars, and subterfuge.
They'd been spies, traders, and thieves.
Now, they were soldiers again.
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The campaign lasted for weeks.
Each dungeon presented new challenges—mechanical guardians, labyrinthine traps, corrupted monsters that adapted mid-fight. But the sanctum had evolved far beyond the early days of exploration.
The guild's system allowed for seamless teleportation between worlds, supply drops from Aeternum Sanctum, and even shared vision through HIME's sub-AI links.
It wasn't a battle anymore.
It was orchestration.
From Helheim's haunted catacombs to Alfheim's luminous forests, the guild swept through each dungeon with methodical precision.
Every conquered world gave something new: crystalline bones, molten essence, fragments of divine code.
And with every victory, Aeternum Sanctum's treasury grew heavier.
The forges in Nidavellir glowed brighter.
The weapon's skeleton began to take shape in the Asgard forge: a long, elegant frame of interwoven prismatic metal, the core socket at its center still empty—waiting for something greater.
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Then came the anomaly.
On the third week of the operation, during a late-cycle extraction in Muspelheim, one of our mining teams sent an emergency ping.
> [Alert: Anomalous Mana Surge Detected – Site: Vein 03B / Prismatic Field]
At first, we assumed it was a collapse event. Prismatic Ore tended to be unstable once depleted—its residual mana reacted violently to light exposure.
But when the feed came through, what we saw was something else entirely.
The entire mine pulsed with light.
The walls were melting, not from heat—but from condensation of data, folding inward, collapsing on itself.
Every remaining shard of ore—the leftovers we hadn't transported—was merging.
HIME's voice cut through the static, sharp and clear.
> "Ren-sama, the residual data signature of the Prismatic Ore is converging. It is forming a single mass. Energy readings exceed standard World-Class parameters."
I frowned, pulling up the visual feed. "World-Class? That's impossible. Ore doesn't evolve."
> "And yet, it is doing so," HIME said. "Estimated stabilization in ten seconds."
We watched as the light condensed into a single glowing core—a pulsating sphere the size of a human heart, burning with every color imaginable. The mana density was suffocating even through the projection.
Then, the system chimed:
[World-Class Item Acquired – Caloric Stone]
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For a long moment, no one spoke.
I just stared at the notification, then exhaled slowly.
"A Caloric Stone…" I said. "A storage medium for infinite energy."
> "Correction," HIME said. "A World-Class catalyst capable of storing or releasing data equivalent to the power of a god. Single-use. Once activated, the stored energy manifests as pure creative force."
My lips curved into a slow smile. "Perfect."
The guild base buzzed as the miners withdrew, securing the relic in containment fields. When it arrived at Aeternum Sanctum, even the forges went silent—every system recognizing the artifact's supremacy.
The sphere hovered in the air like a miniature sun, shedding threads of rainbow light.
It wasn't just energy. It was potential incarnate.
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> "HIME," I said quietly, staring at the glowing orb suspended within its crystalline case. "We'll use it as the base."
> "As the core of the guild weapon?" she asked.
I nodded. "Every amplifier needs a heart. And there's no heart stronger than this."
> "Integration process will be irreversible," she warned. "Once the Caloric Stone fuses with the sanctum's matrix, it cannot be separated or replicated."
"I'm aware," I said softly. "That's what makes it perfect."
> "Purpose?"
"To make something that will last beyond us. Beyond me. A weapon that reflects every member, every fragment of data we've gathered."
HIME was silent for a moment. Then she inclined her head.
> "Understood. Beginning preparatory phase for Guild Weapon construction."
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As the sanctum's forge roared back to life, molten streams of prismatic light flowed toward the Asgard chamber.
The Caloric Stone floated at the center, drawing power from every tier of the base—from Helheim's sacrificial mana wells to Vanaheim's life-crystal generators.
The entire sanctum became one great circuit.
Every NPC, every automaton, every construct bowed their heads as HIME's voice resonated through the guild's core.
> "Commencing Phase One: Integration of Caloric Core."
The orb pulsed once—then burst into radiant flame.
Data cascaded down every wall, turning the sanctum into a living star.
I stood there in the middle of it all, my crimson coat catching the light, my reflection multiplied a thousandfold across mirrored walls.
This was no longer just creation. It was rebirth.
And as the guild members gathered below, watching the sky inside our portable world ignite, I whispered the words that would define us again.
"Let this be the heart of Aeternum Sanctum."
"The weapon that binds, amplifies, and remembers."
The flames swirled upward, spiraling into the Caloric Stone's core—until finally, a single shape began to form within the light.
Not yet complete.
Not yet named.
But alive.
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End of Chapter 30 – The Heart of the Sanctum