Kai floated in the black void between dimensions—his personal space between Earth and the world inside him. A shimmering gateway to his inner universe hovered before him, pulsing with cosmic energy.
But before entering, he paused.
"…Let's check something first."
With a thought, his status window appeared.
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[STATUS]
Name: Kai
Level: ?
Race: Origin Entity
Rank: ??? (Unknown Classification)
Titles: Creator of Realms, First Architect, Hidden Sovereign
Affinity: All Laws (Dormant)
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[Attributes]
Strength: 10,342
Agility: 10,158
Endurance: 10,509
Intelligence: 10,210
Mana Control: 10,760
Law Resonance: 11,030
Divine Potential: MAX
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Kai blinked.
"All stats… above ten thousand?"
The air shimmered, and Ema appeared beside him, her expression calm but proud.
"Yes. I was going to tell you, but I figured you'd notice eventually."
He raised an eyebrow. "How?"
Ema gestured toward the gateway to his inner universe, now glowing red with tension.
"The war among the races. The Progenitors of each race—your first-borns—are pushing their civilizations harder than ever to win. And the stronger the universe becomes, the stronger you become."
Kai folded his arms. "So I'm literally growing with my creation?"
Ema nodded. "You are its god. Its foundation. When war escalates, innovations rise, mana refines, laws mature. You're absorbing the ripple effects of their evolution."
Kai let out a low whistle. "No wonder I feel like I could flatten a mountain just by sneezing."
"You probably could. But be careful, Kai. At your current level… even a careless thought could manifest reality in your universe."
Kai grinned. "Good thing I'm responsible."
Ema gave him a flat look. "You're bored and ready to stir trouble."
He shrugged, unapologetic.
"Still… it's time to end this."
With a single step, he entered the gate to his inner world.
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Inner Universe – The Battlefield of Gods
The world he emerged into was unlike anything on Earth.
Floating continents.
Three suns.
Dozens of armies—each tens of thousands strong—marching under banners of divine bloodlines.
The High Elves chanted ancient spells.
The Titanborn raised entire mountains with roars.
The Dragonkin battled the Seraphim, scorching skies and turning oceans to steam.
Above them all, in the sky split by lightning and fire, the Progenitors fought—gods in all but name.
Kai stood above it all on a sky platform of pure law-energy.
He raised one hand.
And the world froze.
Literally.
Time, space, mana—all paused.
Even the gods halted mid-blow.
He breathed slowly, letting his presence settle over the entire plane.
His voice, though soft, echoed through every soul like a divine command:
> "Enough."
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Every being dropped to a knee instinctively, including the Progenitors. The Firstborn Dragon, the Elf Matron, the human Kings, the Seraphim Lord—all bowed.
Kai's glowing eyes swept across his creations.
"I gave you free will. But you've forgotten your purpose. You fight to prove supremacy, but in doing so, you weaken yourselves."
He stepped forward, hovering over the entire world now.
"It ends today. This world... will now unify or perish."
After the end of the cataclysmic Primordial War, Kai floated high above the central skies of his vast inner universe. Below him, charred lands healed, seas calmed, and mountains stilled—his will restoring balance to a world nearly torn asunder. But the scars of war still lingered, especially between the mighty races who had clashed for dominance.
Now came the next phase—the Unification Trial, a convergence of all progenitor-led races under a single celestial mandate.
Kai stood in the floating Celestial Spire—his divine tower in the center of the inner universe. From this vantage point, he looked out at the great convergence. The progenitors of each race arrived, each with their own aura of power, pride, and ancient sovereignty.
The Attending Races:
Supreme Dragon Progenitor, shimmering with scales forged from star-iron.
High Elf Progenitor, a regal figure draped in flowing ethereal silks, embodying nature and arcane harmony.
High Human Emperor, wise and ancient, bearer of order and legacy.
Prime Human Emperor, the innovator, his body radiating pure adaptability and evolution.
Chaos Human Emperor, a chaotic force of ambition and destruction, yet loyal to Kai alone.
Beastkin Matriarch, half-beast, half-woman, commanding respect through instinct and raw might.
Inspector Lord, a towering figure with extra-sensory organs and perception so keen it pierced time.
Seraphim Queen, radiant with divine light, her wings folded with grace and dominion.
Supreme Demon King, draped in shadows and infernal fire, his eyes locking with Kai's in devotion.
Each progenitor knelt before Kai, the Creator, who sat upon his obsidian throne.
Kai's Decree:
> "You, who are the first of your kind. You, who bathed this world in glory and blood… Today, you shall be tested—not with war, but with unity."
He raised his hand, and a sphere of divine light formed. Within it, the rules of the Unification Trial etched themselves in golden fire:
A tournament of champions from each race.
No death—only submission, surrender, or incapacitation.
The winning race would gain "Judgment Priority": the power to guide major decisions of the unified council for one full era.
The trial wasn't just for dominance—it was a political mechanism to channel conflict into structured resolution. This was how Kai would teach them peace without stagnation.
Ema appeared beside him, her form dressed in cosmic silk.
> "They are ready," she whispered.
Kai's gaze swept over his creation—eight progenitors, eight mighty races, thousands of watching spectators, millions of eyes across continents awaiting history.
"Let the Unification Trial… begin."
The Celestial Arena formed in the skies—a floating island surrounded by energy walls.
The champions stepped forward.