Arthur returned to the peak of Everest, holding 'The End of All Things'. He looked down at the cities of Earth. They were small, fragile, and filled with people who were still clinging to their old ways.
If he was going to fight the Great Twelve, he couldn't do it alone. He didn't need just an army; he needed a 'Fortress Planet'.
"System, if I use the Blood of the Creator on the entire atmosphere, what happens?"
[Ding! If multiplied by 100, the Earth's mana density will increase by 10,000%. Every living being will be forced to evolve or die.]
"A survival of the fittest," Arthur muttered. "Exactly what this world needs."
He raised his new blade and slashed the air. The 'Concept Cut' sliced through the sky itself, creating a global rift that covered the entire planet. Then, he poured the remaining 'Blood of the Creator' and all the 'Divine Sparks' into the rift.
"100x Multiplier... GLOBAL ASCENSION!"
The world turned violet.
In the streets of Mumbai, a stray dog suddenly grew three times its size and developed wings of fire. In the forests of the Amazon, the trees began to move, their roots becoming tentacles of mana. But the biggest change was in the humans.
Millions of people who had never been 'awakened' felt their mana cores suddenly ignite. Those who were F-Rank became B-Rank. Those who were S-Rank felt the touch of divinity.
[Ding!]
[The Earth has evolved into a 'Calamity-Grade World'.]
[All humans have received a +500% Stat Boost.]
[Status: Humanity is no longer prey.]
Arthur's voice echoed in the sky, louder and more majestic than ever before.
"Citizens of Earth! I have given you the power that was stolen from you. You are no longer sheep waiting for the slaughter. You are my vanguard. Train, grow, and prepare. In 28 days, the Heavens will fall, and we will be the ones waiting to catch them."
Across the planet, the fear was replaced by something else: a fierce, primal pride. For the first time, humanity felt like they had a King who actually cared about their strength.
Arthur sat back on his throne in Xerxes, watching the countdown.
[28 Days Remaining.]
"Let the gods come," Arthur said, his voice a low growl that shook the mountains. "I've just turned their farm into a graveyard for deities."
Beside him, Igris and the Twelve Generals stood ready. The world was now a weapon, and Arthur was the hand that would swing it.