Time flowed differently inside the Origin Plane—10,000 years had passed since Kai cast the six seeds.
Each Law World had matured into a realm of astonishing depth.
Ignis Prime now birthed flame-wielding civilizations who worshipped the concept of Will.
Aequor's underwater empires created mana clocks that could reverse or accelerate flow.
Fulgrath's thunderforged warriors rode storms like steeds.
Viridara produced lifeforms who could commune directly with the World Tree's will.
Sonara pulsed with rhythmic incantations—where knowledge was sung, not spoken.
Gravenhold forged survivalists who tamed deserts and bent dust into weaponry.
At the center of it all floated Kai's throne—aloft on a crystalline platform.
Ema appeared beside him, data-specter robes flowing.
"They're thriving. But they're also beginning to war."
Kai closed his eyes briefly. "Good. Conflict breeds innovation."
He waved his hand, and six new Law Champions—avatars of each world—knelt before him.
He would test them soon.
---
[Earth – The Creator's Myth Grows]
Cities buzzed with whispers.
Art of the Eye of Origin was painted onto alley walls and school notebooks. New Awakeners swore they'd seen a glowing silhouette in their dreams. Churches argued over whether this "Creator" was a god, demon, or hoax.
In private forums, videos surfaced of "miracles": collapsing buildings stabilized mid-air, entire cults disarmed by wind alone, people revived from the brink of death with no explanation.
The Wu Clan debated in sacred chambers.
"This is no mere urban legend," said Wu Yan. "This… Creator affects Karma itself."
Valeria Silver read the rising reports, frowning. "He's becoming inevitable."
In the underground labs of the World Forge, one scientist whispered,
"We tried to map his mana signature again."
Another asked, "And?"
"It answered back."
--
A spatial ripple split the skies above the Crystalline Tower of the World Awakened Authority.
The wards flared—too late.
Kai appeared at the center of their great hall, alone, yet utterly unshaken. Dozens of Transendant-stage leaders rose, their instincts screaming at the presence of a power they couldn't quantify.
"You can't just appear here—" one Councilor began.
Kai cut him off with a glance. Space folded, warping the man's words into silence.
He looked to the High Councilor.
"You tried to classify me. You sent observers. Hunters. Do not mistake restraint for weakness."
They didn't move. Couldn't.
Kai stepped forward.
"I am not here for war. I am here for acknowledgment. And warning."
"You are no longer the only authority."
He vanished before their protective barriers could finish forming.
One Councilor dropped to a seat, trembling.
"He made the Tower feel… small."
--
In the depths of the Helix Web, behind encrypted firewalls and quantum mirrors, Ema activated a program years in design.
A replica shell of Kai—entirely artificial, yet nearly indistinguishable in aura—began to load.
Clad in black robes, faceless but divine in bearing, it would serve a purpose Kai could not: appear before the world without exposing the truth.
She called it:
> The Outer Identity – "He Who Creates"
A myth made manifest.
Through him, she would let the world touch divinity—but only just enough to keep them chasing it.
Before the trials began, Kai stood in contemplation, gazing into the newly shaped Six Law Worlds. Yet something tugged at his thoughts.
Why were these beings born mortal, not divine like those in the Origin Plane?"
Ema stood beside him, shimmering with a faint inner light. "Because the Origin Plane was created first. It was born from the raw essence of your bloodline. Its beings follow the path of divinity from the start."
Origin Plane Progression:
Divine Spark (Proto-Deity)
Minor Deity
Intermediate God
High God
True God
God King
God Emperor
Origin Deity (Theoretical)
(All realms are dividends into low , mid ,High, and peak)
She gestured toward the Six Law Worlds. "These, and every world to come after, begin with mortality. They must rise from the dust. Their strength is forged in struggle."
Law World Progression:
Mortal
Sovereign
Transcendent
Domain Ruler
Divine Spark (Proto-Deity)
Minor Deity
Intermediate God
High God
True God
God King
God Emperor
Origin Deity (Theoretical)
(All Realms are divided into low, mid, high and peak)
(Not all planets in Kai's inner universe will follow the same power systems but it will be something similar)
Kai nodded slowly. "Then their ascension will be even more powerful."
And with that, the first Law Champion Trials began.
---
Back on Earth, rumors spread like wildfire.
They called him "The Hidden Transendant." Others whispered "The Creator in Flesh."
But among the underground awakened forums, encrypted transmissions, and dreamwalkers… something deeper was forming.
The Origin Cult.
Started by a fringe group of mystics who had traced a sliver of divine mana back to Kai's presence, they began to worship him not as a human—but as the one who held the Seed of Genesis.
In abandoned churches, virtual sanctuaries, and secluded forests, they built altars marked with a single glyph:
[Ξ] — The symbol of creation.
Unknown to them, Ema had seeded those very symbols through subtle nudges in mortal minds. She called it "soft mythogenesis."
Not all mortals needed to see the divine. Some just needed to believe.
---
Inside a crystalline estate in Orion City, Lady Mira Vellethorn watched Kai's myth grow—and frowned.
Her mental web of planted agents had yet to sway him. Sophie's failure had only confirmed their mistake: he could not be seduced with offers of power.
So she took a darker route.
She sent her most trusted Mind Weavers—trained to erase memories, plant dreams, and twist loyalty—to infiltrate his neighborhood, his academy, and even his dreams.
One was already close.
Too close.
But Kai wasn't blind. The Omniscient Eye, now at 20% synchronization, caught the inconsistencies.
And the moment she tried to pull strings too tightly—Kai would cut them.
---
They gathered in the ruins of a collapsed district—victims of a mana-reactor explosion the World Forge tried to cover up.
Dozens were dead. Hundreds more suffered mana poisoning. The Council ignored the pleas.
But Kai arrived.
Not as a sovereign. Not with armies. Just a quiet figure in gray robes.
He walked among the wounded. He placed a hand over the broken. Where he stepped, the ground grew warm and whole. Color returned to pale skin. Crushed lungs refilled.
He rewrote reality as if it were scripture.
No cameras worked. No tech captured it. But the people… they remembered.
And when he turned to leave, one little girl—whose heart had stopped—held out a glowing flower she couldn't have possibly picked.
"Thank you, ."
From that day forward, thousands began whispering his name.
Kai never looked back. But he heard them.