The sky was ablaze. Cities have fallen into ruin. Oceans boiled with fury. The last bastions of humanity stood encircled, the horizon shattered by a divine glow.
Wings of white flame swept across the battlefield as celestial beings, graceful yet descended like a harbinger of doom.
They called themselves the Rulers
.But they were no angels. They hunted with ruthless precision, exterminating humanity in the name of order. Born from the Grand Architect, the entity that crafted the System, they aimed to reconstruct the multiverse from its remnants.
And they were gaining ground. A shockwave surged through the front lines as one of the System Lords, shrouded in violet light, crashed onto the battlefield. His mere presence distorted the landscape, splitting the earth and warping the air
.A thousand men were torn apart by his arrival alone. The humans fought back, System users of all kinds.
They unleashed everything they had. But nothing connected. Blades shattered. Skills fizzled out. Hope began to crumble.
The violet lord let out a laugh. "Where is your savior?" His voice boomed like thunder. "Where is the supreme user?" Silence hung in the air.
Corpses piled high. Screams were swallowed by divine hymns as more Rulers poured in through rifts in the sky. An entire division was incinerated in a single breath of holy fire. The human army started to waver, morale slipping into chaos.
Then, everything froze. The ground stilled. The air thickened. A chilling pressure enveloped the battlefield.
Cold, suffocating, and absolute, and then they saw him.
The Supreme user stepped through the smoke.
His black coat flowed like ink. Sword sheathed at his side. No grand entrance, just him.
Beside him walked a woman, her cloak torn, blood on her face, but her eyes fixed forward with unshaken faith.
The battlefield froze. Even the Rulers paused.
That aura, that blue-black storm of raw dominance, wasn't power. It was a statement.
The violet lord narrowed his eyes.
"You finally crawled out from your hole," he said, brandishing a blade forged from condensed stars. "You really think you can win this war all by yourself?"
The Supreme user stayed silent.
He lifted a single hand.
[HOST OVERRIDE] – ACTIVATED
The System roared to life. In a heartbeat, every celestial being on the battlefield froze, their eyes widening in confusion, limbs quaking as an alien code invaded their very essence.
And then— they fell.
One after another, in a swift cascade. Celestial generals, divine infantry, even airborne tacticians. All lifeless. Hollowed out by the sheer force of a single command. A thousand Rulers taken down in an instant
Silence enveloped the scene. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
The violet lord was already in motion.
He struck like a bolt of lightning, his blade slicing through the air, and aimed straight for the supreme user's neck.
The supreme user deflected it with just one finger.
The violet lord staggered back, his eyes wide with shock.
"What are you?" he breathed.
No answer came.
Behind the violet lord, a blinding flash split reality apart.
A man dressed in white emerged, his blade shining like a harbinger of judgment.
In one swift, clean motion, the violet System Lord was cleaved in two.
His body crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar.
The man in white flicked the blood from his blade. "Too loud."
The Supreme user turned to the army behind him. His voice was steady, yet it resonated across the entire battlefield.
"March."
The earth shook as the last human force advanced, not driven by hope, but by his commanding presence
Ready to confront the throne.
Above, far beyond the chaos, the Grand Architect perched atop his obsidian tower. A being with countless eyes, gears whirring behind his skull. He observed the war unfold through the lens of the System.
A smile crept across his face.
"Do your worst....Dogju."
Behind him, reality ripped open. A gate of light blossomed like a flower, and through it, an endless tide of celestial reinforcements surged forward. Their armor resonated with divine code. Their weapons blazed like suns.
On the ground, the woman stood beside Dogju.
"You ready?" she asked.
Dogju rolled his shoulders.
"It's just another raid."
And the final war between humanity and their creators begin