The world trembled.
High above the dead city of Elarion, the sky split open like cracked glass, exposing a thousand eyes in the void. Each burned with divine light — the remnants of gods long thought silent. Their gazes turned downward, all fixed on one being standing amid the ruins.
Amit Kumar.
The Transcendent Revenant.
The aberration the system could not categorize.
[System Alert: Class Conflict Detected.]
[Warning: Undefined Entity is destabilizing the Root Network.]
[Recommendation: Terminate or Assimilate.]
Amit ignored the flashing notifications. He stood silently in the center of the shattered spire, the wind swirling around him in gentle currents of blue and black flame. His new form pulsed faintly — ethereal veins of light tracing through his translucent skin, every flicker of power singing like the heartbeat of creation itself.
He lifted his hand.
Reality rippled.
He could feel the system now — not as an external force, but as a network of threads connecting every life, every death, every decision. It was vast, intricate, mathematical… and flawed.
He smiled faintly. "So this is what it feels like to touch godhood."
Varic and the others watched from a distance, half in awe, half in fear.
The mage whispered hoarsely, "The system's collapsing around him… it's rewriting itself to fit him in."
Varic shook his head. "No. He's not adapting to it. It's adapting to him."
Amit turned to them, his voice calm but layered with resonance — more like a chorus than a single tone. "Leave Elarion. Tell your people the world is changing. The system they worship… won't last."
Varic hesitated. "And you? What are you going to do?"
Amit's eyes glowed brighter. "Break it."
The obelisk behind him cracked open. From within, a surge of light rose like a fountain — pure system code rendered as glowing symbols.
Amit reached out and grasped it. The runes twisted around his arm, binding themselves to him like living chains.
[Core Link Established.]
[System Override Protocol: Access Granted.]
[Warning: Consequences Unknown.]
The world froze for a single heartbeat. Then — it screamed.
Reality itself shuddered as every active system across Elarion flickered. Creatures howled. Skills failed.
From the highest citadels of the living kingdoms to the deepest tombs of the undead, mortals felt a single moment of terror — as if their gods had blinked.
And in that instant, Amit saw everything.
Every soul. Every path. Every point of light connected through the lattice of evolution. The system was alive — not a machine, but a prison built from divine will.
And he now held its key.
"They made a cage to contain growth," he whispered, eyes wide. "To control what should never be controlled."
The sky darkened.
From the heavens descended a radiant figure — a god-fragment of light and form so pure it warped the world around it.
Six wings of glass. A crown of flame. Eyes that saw across timelines.
[Manifestation: Seraph-Class Deity — God of Order's Fragment.]
[Tier: A.]
Its voice thundered through existence itself.
"Mortal. You tamper with perfection. Stand down."
Amit's bow appeared in his hands — forged from bone, soul, and light, now reborn as something beyond divine.
He met the god's gaze without fear. "Perfection stagnates. Evolution never does."
The Seraph raised its blade — a sword of crystalized command, capable of erasing disobedient code.
"You will be erased."
"Try."
They collided.
The explosion shattered mountains. The force of divine law met infinite adaptability — and for the first time in millennia, law lost.
Amit moved like a ghost between realities, his arrows curving through time itself. Each strike wasn't just physical — it rewrote existence in the moment of impact. The Seraph's armor, designed to resist all logic, began fracturing with every hit.
[Skill Mutation Triggered.]
[Voidstorm Arrows → Ascendant Rewrite (B Grade).]
Effect: Every hit overwrites a portion of reality's code within the target's domain.
"You cannot defy the system!" the Seraph screamed as light burst from its core.
"I am the system," Amit said coldly. "The next one."
He fired a single arrow — a beam of compressed essence that pierced the Seraph's heart.
Silence followed.
The being of light crumbled, dissolving into particles that scattered across the sky like falling stars.
[Divine Fragment Assimilated.]
[Authority of Order Acquired.]
[System Override Expanded — 12% Global Integration.]
Amit lowered his bow, watching as the world began to repair itself. The void above him quieted — but the eyes still watched.
Hundreds of them.
And beyond those eyes, he could feel something greater.
The true gods. The surviving Architects.
And for the first time… they were afraid.
He spoke softly, but his words carried through the air like the sound of inevitability.
"You caged life. You enslaved death. You called it order."
"I'll give this world what you never could — evolution without limit."
He turned, his cloak of spectral light unfurling behind him as he began walking toward the city's core.
Each step rewrote the ground beneath him — new runes forming where he walked, the old system code fracturing and reforming to something unrecognizable.
The Age of Systems was ending.
The Age of Evolution had begun.
Far above, in the heavens beyond creation, the remaining gods gathered in their fractured throne realm — luminous forms whispering in panic.
"He's merging with the Root."
"We cannot stop him."
"He carries the Eighth's spark."
And then, from the deepest shadow of that divine council, a voice answered them. Cold. Patient. Familiar.
"You should not have killed me."
The gods turned.
And saw him.
A figure of blue and black flame — identical to Amit, yet older, colder.
The true Eighth God — the ancient will of Evolution, reborn in reflection through his successor.
"The boy has done well," the god murmured. "He's almost ready."
The heavens trembled as even the divine realized the truth — Amit Kumar was no longer just defying them.
He was becoming the new principle of existence.