[LOCATION SHIFT: Cocoon World]
[Atmosphere: Still – Light hum pulses beneath crystal threads]
[World Type: Divine Realm]
[Status: Partially Awakened]
After sealing the last demon gate, I shifted my presence—rising above the burning soil of the demon-infested realm and crossing through the threads of the Tower's foundation.
Here, time felt… slower. Heavier. The Cocoon of Gods remained intact, suspended mid-air like a divine heart wrapped in endless strings of golden and silver silk. Its pulse was faint but steady, as if two slumbering titans were breathing inside a glass womb.
Inside, the two divine signatures stirred faintly—still dormant, still whispering to the Tower's soul.
[SYSTEM PANEL – DIVINE SIGNATURE DETECTED]
[Name: Kome]
[Title: God of War]
[Domain: Combat, Courage, Bloodshed]
[Divinity: Partial – Awaiting Worship or Ascension Trial]
[Temperament: Proud, Direct, Respects Strength]
(Kome image here)
[Name: Zen]
[Title: God of Tricks]
[Domain: Illusion, Secrets, Contracts]
[Divinity: Partial – Awaiting Catalyst of Chaos or Trickery]
[Temperament: Whimsical, Calculating, Curious]
(Zen image here)
Their presence, even in this half-born state, was enough to stir thoughts I hadn't allowed myself to entertain before…
"They deserve a throne… no—an entire realm worthy of gods."
The Tower had creatures, it had monsters, it had death and chaos… but now, it needed divine structure.Not just a cocoon. Not just a prison of slumber.A sanctum. A realm of light and storm. Of will and reverence.
An Olympus.
I extended my control, imagining great pillars of obsidian and marble rising into an eternal sky—divine halls where gods would debate and clash, and mortal champions could seek favor or punishment.
But as my will moved to shape the world—
[SYSTEM WARNING]
[ERROR: Insufficient Divine Energy]
[Divine Realm Construction Halted]
[Condition: You must acquire a "Fragment of Light" to unlock Realm of Olympus][Fragment of Light – Legendary Resource]
[Origin: Higher Dimension. Type: Pure Divinity]
I stared at the panel.
So that's how it is… The Tower doesn't just allow gods to rise—it forces them to earn it.
The Cocoon of Gods was the seed. The Olympus would be the tree.But first—I had to steal light from another world.
I stepped forward in the Cocoon Realm, the pulse of unborn divinity still echoing behind me like a heartbeat shared by two slumbering gods.
"System," I said aloud, my voice reshaping the misted world. "Scan the multiverse. I want the nearest Fragment of Light. Closest to the Tower. I don't care what world it's in."
I stood before the Cocoon of Gods, its shell pulsing faintly with sealed divinity. Inside, two gods stirred—Kome, the God of War, his slumber like steel under heat. Zen, the Trickster, his dreams woven with riddles and hidden paths.
They were awakening.
But for Olympus to rise, I needed more than gods.I required pure divinity.
"System," I commanded, "locate the nearest Fragment of Light—a divine spark capable of fueling the creation of Olympus."
[SYSTEM SCAN IN PROGRESS…]
[Analyzing Dimensional Coordinates…]
[Searching for Stabilized Divine Sparks within Universe Layers…]
[PING!]
[NEAREST FRAGMENT OF LIGHT LOCATED]
[DIMENSION: BLACK CLOVER UNIVERSE]
[REALM TYPE: High Mana World – Grimoire-Driven Society]
[DIVINE SPARK LOCATION: Clover Kingdom]
[CURRENT HOLDER: Yuno Grinberryall]
[Status: Spirit Host – Chosen by the Four-Leaf Grimoire]
[DIVINE INTERFERENCE: Fragment of Light has bonded with Wind Spirit Sylph, enhancing Yuno's affinity and leadership aura]
[WARNING: Fragment cannot be forcefully extracted without triggering a Divine Rejection or world backlash]
[Note: Holder is unaware of divine nature but protected by fate threads]
I stepped back, breath held.
Yuno.
Not just some powerful knight—he was fate-touched.The type of being chosen by the world will itself.And now… fate had chosen him to hold what I needed.
The Fragment wasn't just resting in the Clover Kingdom…It was thriving inside someone who could become a god if left unchecked.
One thing was clear:
To claim Olympus, I would have to face fate itself.And Yuno… would be the test.
[LOCATION SHIFT: FOURTH FLOOR CONSTRUCTION – IN PROGRESS]
The Tower shifted.
I could feel the bones of its foundations rearrange as I worked. Beneath the third floor, under layers of sealed stone and abandoned dungeons, space opened like a wound tearing through dimensions.
The Fourth Floor was being born.
I hovered at the threshold of the new domain, watching black mist rise from the soil. It wasn't just darkness—it was memory. Echoes. Power once buried, now clawing its way back.
The maze welcomed me.
It wasn't one of simple walls and corners. No. This thing was alive. Breathing. Thinking. Each corridor pulsed faintly like veins under skin, and its heartbeat was chaos.
[SYSTEM NOTICE: FOURTH FLOOR – MAZE OF VEILTHORN – ACTIVATED]
[LAYOUT: Shifting, Recursive, Sentient]
[HOSTILITY LEVEL: High]
The system whispered more details into my mind:
"No map survives more than a day. The paths bend with the will of the floor. Walls speak. Doors lie. Sometimes, even the floor is a trap."
My eyes turned to the center of the growing labyrinth, where black-stone towers now sprouted like iron thorns.
There, they lived.
The N'zaari.Remnants of a forgotten war.A civilization cursed to survive within the maze after failing to conquer the Tower generations ago.
They looked human, but their skin shimmered like obsidian glass. Runes glowed across their arms and chests—etched not by ink, but by fate itself.Some of them built homes among the maze, adapting to its madness.Others worshipped it. Fed it.
I watched as a patrol of N'zaari passed below me—faces emotionless, eyes glowing blue. Each one could wield runic magic that shaped the labyrinth around them. The leader of this group was called Va'teer, and the madness in his mind pulsed like a beacon. A future enemy… or a pawn.
Not all the N'zaari were hostile. Some held on to ancient codes—offering shelter to travelers, trades of knowledge or strange relics. But even they feared the center of the Maze.
A place they called the Heart of Veilthorn.
There, beneath spirals of unmarked paths, lay an obsidian coffin sealed in cursed runes.They said it held the sleeping Maze God.A being too dangerous to kill.Too divine to leave unsealed.And one day, someone would wake it.
I raised my hand, letting my will surge into the system.
"Lock in the mechanics. Randomization. Whispering walls. Puzzle trials. Hidden shrines that bless or curse."
"Mark three sectors for hidden sanctuaries. Give the N'zaari a trial system. Some will aid. Others will betray."
[SYSTEM: CONFIRMED.]