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When the last system descended into the lower realms, I did not allow myself even a moment of rest.
The future had been set into motion—but the present was still broken.
The Douluo Divine Realm, though stabilized, remained scarred. Its wounds were no longer bleeding, but they were everywhere—like fractures in a once-perfect crystal. Space bent where it should not. Time flowed unevenly in certain regions. Domains drifted too close or too far apart, their relative positions distorted by the violence of the Divine War.
If left unattended, these anomalies would not destroy the Divine Realm.
But they would cripple it.
And so I turned my attention upward—away from destiny and toward repair.
Among all beings remaining in the Divine Realm, there was only one who could truly understand the scale of this task.
Kong Jian.
The Guardian of the Douluo Divine Realm.
I found him deep within a fractured spatial corridor near the realm's periphery. His colossal serpentine body was partially phased into higher-dimensional layers, his crystalline scales refracting space itself as he worked.
Entire regions of warped spacetime trembled as his authority pressed down, stabilizing ruptures that had existed since the war.
"You're making good progress," I said, my voice carrying cleanly through folded dimensions.
Kong Jian's eyes shifted, focusing on me.
"Your presence accelerates the work," he replied calmly. "Time and space respond differently when you are nearby."
I smiled faintly.
"That's because I no longer treat them as tools," I said. "I treat them as systems."
Without further words, I stepped into the anomaly beside him.
And began to work.
Where Kong Jian anchored space, I repaired time.
Temporal scars were subtle—far harder to detect than spatial ruptures. Some areas experienced time dilation, others suffered feedback loops where moments repeated endlessly, trapping fragments of law inside frozen causality.
I reached into these distortions and unraveled them carefully.
Not by force.
But by re-sequencing causality.
Time flowed forward again.
Space followed.
Together, Kong Jian and I worked like two halves of a single mechanism.
He stabilized structure.
I stabilized sequence.
What had once taken him days now took hours.
What had taken hours took moments.
Across the Divine Realm, lesser gods felt it.
They noticed that regions once resistant to repair suddenly became pliable. Domains that had refused to settle now aligned smoothly with divine law.
For the first time since the war—
Progress was visible.
We worked.
And worked.
And worked.
Half a million years passed.
Not in suffering.
Not in exhaustion.
But in continuity.
For mortals, half a million years would have erased civilizations, reshaped continents, rewritten history countless times over.
For gods—
It was merely a span of uninterrupted effort.
The Divine Realm changed slowly, then faster.
Space-time anomalies dwindled.
Temporal turbulence stabilized.
Causal inconsistencies resolved themselves as the framework holding reality together regained coherence.
At last—
There were none left.
Kong Jian withdrew fully from phased space and coiled gracefully near the Divine Realm Core region.
He exhaled—a gesture unnecessary for his kind, yet deeply expressive.
"It's done," he said.
I nodded.
"Yes," I replied. "Space and time are whole again."
For a brief moment, satisfaction washed through me.
But only briefly.
Because fixing structure was never the end.
It was only the foundation.
As we hovered near the Divine Realm Core, observing the slow pulse of recovered law, Kong Jian spoke again.
"There is something else we should consider," he said.
I turned to him.
"Speak."
He gestured with one long claw, space rippling subtly in response.
"During the war and its aftermath, the Divine Realm fractured unevenly," he explained. "Some regions are fundamentally damaged—laws weakened, authority unstable. Others remain relatively intact."
I nodded.
"That much is clear."
"But they are scattered," Kong Jian continued. "Broken regions sit beside healthy ones. Stable domains are surrounded by fractured space. Gods must travel constantly—jumping between chaos and order—to perform repairs."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"This wastes time. And morale."
I understood immediately.
"You're suggesting spatial reorganization."
"Yes," he said. "Now that space-time is fixed, the Divine Realm Core can reposition regions without risk. Gather damaged zones into an outer ring. Consolidate healthy domains toward the inner region."
He paused.
"This would allow gods to focus their efforts. When damage is visible—when progress is measurable—it strengthens resolve."
I smiled.
"A battlefield lesson," I said. "Control the terrain."
"Exactly," Kong Jian replied.
I did not act on instinct alone.
"Akashic Record," I commanded, "evaluate feasibility of large-scale spatial reorganization within the Douluo Divine Realm."
The artifact responded instantly.
Analysis complete.
Space-time integrity restored: YES
Divine Realm Core operational efficiency: STABLE
Mass spatial reallocation: FEASIBLE
Risk factor: MINIMAL
It continued.
Recommendation:
Consolidation of fractured regions into an outer spatial ring will:
• Reduce repair travel time by 74%
• Improve morale among divine personnel
• Allow Divine Realm Core to optimize energy distribution
I nodded.
"Then we proceed."
I expanded my voice—not through sound, but through authority.
Every god within the Douluo Divine Realm heard me.
"Attention," I said calmly.
"All space-time anomalies within the Divine Realm have been resolved."
A ripple of relief spread across countless divine consciousnesses.
I continued.
"Effective immediately, the Divine Realm Core will begin spatial reorganization. All severely damaged or unusable regions will be relocated to the outer ring of the Divine Realm."
I paused deliberately.
"All stable domains and operational regions will be gathered toward the inner circle."
"Do not move from your current positions."
"This process will be automated."
Silence followed.
Then—
Acceptance.
Trust.
After everything that had happened, the gods did not question my command.
They simply prepared themselves.
I could have done this myself.
With my authority, I could have bent space, folded regions, repositioned domains manually.
But this was not a task for brute power.
It was a task for precision.
"Akashic Record," I said softly, "assume micro-management of spatial reallocation."
Command accepted.
Initiating Divine Realm Reconfiguration.
The Divine Realm Core flared.
Not violently.
Methodically.
Space bent.
Not abruptly—but smoothly, like continents drifting beneath an invisible sea.
Broken regions—once scattered unpredictably—began sliding outward, guided by refined spatial pathways. Entire dead zones rotated, repositioned, layered neatly into a growing outer ring.
At the same time, healthy domains drifted inward.
Godly cities moved closer together.
Operational zones aligned.
Administrative regions formed natural clusters.
From above, the Divine Realm now resembled a vast, structured system:
A stable inner circle, where gods could coordinate easily
A repair frontier, just beyond it
And an outer ring of broken reality, waiting to be healed
Energy flow stabilized.
Travel time collapsed.
The Divine Realm Core's burden lessened visibly.
For the first time since the war, the heavens felt—
Organized.
Kong Jian watched the transformation with something like awe.
"To think," he said, "that the Divine Realm once relied on instinct alone."
"That was its strength," I replied. "And its flaw."
I looked at the newly ordered heavens.
"This time, we build with intention."
The Akashic Record hovered silently, processing feedback, adjusting minor alignments down to the smallest fragment of law.
The work continued.
But now—
It was no longer chaos management.
It was construction.
And as the Douluo Divine Realm settled into its new configuration, I felt a quiet certainty take root.
The worst was behind us.
From here on—
Every step would lead forward.
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