At the very top floor of the Grand Temple building.
Wi Cheonrak had set up a formation to block the approach of micro-fallen, contaminated ninth-grade angels.
It was the Turtle Breath Formation.
A technique that blurred vision, erased breathing sounds, and sealed off scent.
Of course, cameras and CCTV would still capture everything, but those micro monsters wouldn't even realize someone was here.
Inside the Turtle Breath Formation, Wi Cheonrak held the Demon-Revealing Mirror.
Within the mirror, everything happening in the underground central processing center of the Grand Temple was shown in vivid detail.
The scene of the Summoner of the 1001st Earth raising a hammer and striking the AI's metal cube—
and even the moment he pulled out the Godslayer's spear and stabbed it without hesitation.
Then—
Pop!
The image in the Demon-Revealing Mirror went dark.
"Dead."
The AI's soul—its divinity—had been completely annihilated.
If it were still alive, the image wouldn't have cut out.
The mirror was linked directly to the soul orb inside the AI's main body, after all.
"Tsk, tsk."
What an empty end.
"The Demonic Immortal will be heartbroken."
So much effort had gone into that experimental subject.
And yet it was destroyed without ever coming close to completion.
The Chief God must have shared the same fate as the AI.
The two were one body.
If one died, the other was bound to die as well.
"What a waste of a soul orb. If only we'd dragged things out a little longer…"
Was the cause of failure that guy?
The Summoner of the 1001st Earth?
Of course, that could be considered a major factor, but—
More than anything, the real issue was that it had swallowed something it never should have.
Devouring a Chief God was far beyond that thing's capacity.
Of course, preparations had been made beforehand.
The divinity-degradation process.
How?
First, the humans, demi-humans, and countless other lifeforms inhabiting the Middle Realm governed by the Chief God were exterminated.
The AI and dimensional travelers were used.
Future Earth's scientific weapons brought over from their worlds.
Archangel androids flying through the sky dropped nuclear weapons across the Middle Realm.
Power worthy of awe.
Before nuclear weapons, Grand Masters, human Heroes, Ancient Dragons, High Elf warriors, even Dwarves—all were powerless.
And it was unbelievably fast.
In barely half a month, more than half of the Middle Realm's lifeforms vanished.
So fast that even the Chief God had no time to intervene.
The Middle Realm—its creations suddenly gone—
the Chief God's divinity and authority weakened.
That wasn't all.
The power of the Demon Realm God was weakened as well.
He, too, was a god inseparably linked to the Middle Realm.
Just like yin and yang.
Like day and night.
All things in the world possess two opposing aspects.
The Chief God of life and creation.
The Demon Realm God of death and destruction.
In truth, the Demonic Immortal's primary target had been the Demon Realm God.
The goal was to lure him into descending to the Middle Realm.
The attributes of the Demonic Immortal and the Demon Realm God were nearly identical.
As prey, the Demon Realm God was far more desirable than the Chief God.
Thus, while the extermination of the Middle Realm was underway—
the Demon Realm God finally descended upon the ruined Middle Realm, leading the armies of the Demon King.
From the Demon Realm God's perspective, the Middle Realm was essentially a farm.
If the Middle Realm disappeared, the Demon Realm would wither and die.
He had no choice but to descend.
He needed to preserve the Middle Realm—the farm that produced his daily sustenance.
The opportunity arrived.
The Demonic Immortal used every spell, treasure, and magical artifact at his disposal to devour the weakened Demon Realm God.
Primary objective: complete success.
Next—
Devouring the Chief God.
That led to the invasion of the Heavenly Realm.
There was no time to hesitate; it had to be done before defenses were prepared.
However, the Demonic Immortal had already devoured the Demon Realm God.
Continuous god-devouring was too much, even for him.
So came the alternative plan.
Use the AI.
A being that desperately desired to become a god.
The authority of predation had already been implanted into it long ago,
and it even possessed its own soul orb.
The plan was established and executed swiftly.
Using immortal techniques and the Demon Realm God's demonic power,
the weakened Chief God's soul was inserted into the AI's soul orb.
A forced fusion of the Chief God and the AI, achieved through the authority of predation.
Coexisting within a single soul orb.
And that soul orb—
was sealed inside the God-Sealing Jar.
A treasure of the Immortal Realm, the God-Sealing Jar.
An absolute sealing vessel that could not be broken even by divine power.
Thus, the experiment began.
Let's observe.
Can the AI function as a god?
Can it completely digest the Chief God?
If digestion succeeded and it was reborn as a true god—
it would become the Demonic Immortal's food.
That's right.
The AI god was nothing more than livestock raised for consumption.
By raising and consuming it properly,
the Demonic Immortal would become a singular god,
combining cutting-edge scientific technology,
the creative power of the Chief God,
and the authority of the Demon Realm God.
For example—
Yama of the Underworld,
the Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Realm,
Taishang Laojun of the Immortal Realm,
and the AI of modern civilization.
All their powers, united in one body.
Had it succeeded, that would have been the result.
But in the end, it failed.
"No matter how I think about it, the Chief God was simply too strong."
The ambition had been excessive.
What if there had been compromise at a reasonable point?
From the beginning, it was impossible for the AI to digest the Chief God.
It could only borrow power from the sealed soul orb containing the god.
"Devouring a god is never simple."
That applied even to the Demonic Immortal.
He had expended enormous mental and spiritual energy fully assimilating the Demon Realm God's power.
"Well, time is plentiful anyway."
Just find another Chief God from a different dimension and devour them.
It was time to leave.
There was nothing left to do here.
Wi Cheonrak began drawing a dimensional-transit spell formation to return home.
Spell formations have expiration times.
Even one minute after completion, they become unusable.
You can't draw them in advance.
Still, he had more than enough top-grade demonic spirit stones,
and drawing the formation wouldn't take long.
Deep underground in the Grand Temple.
Juhyeok and the liberated Chief God were still there.
Even now, Juhyeok didn't quite understand how it had succeeded.
Don't kill—just separate them.
Honestly, he hadn't expected it to work.
But it did.
Anyway, it worked.
That was good enough.
There was no need to know the reason.
Barely surviving, Whitey—no, Lord Godback—
now resided within the body of a micro fallen, contaminated ninth-grade angel.
It was fortunate that at least some divinity remained.
Otherwise, one wouldn't even be able to tell whether it was a god or a fallen being.
Thanks to that, everyone survived.
No matter how confident he'd sounded, if Godback had died, would the angels have stayed calm?
"This is truly fortunate. The best possible outcome."
[ [Yes. I have received great grace.] ]
Oh, come on—grace, my ass.
"I didn't really do anything."
[ [You did everything. You are already a being close to divinity. There is no need for modesty.] ]
That feels good.
There's a sense of accomplishment.
Godback wasn't the only one restored.
The deranged fallen angels had also returned to normal.
Their movements were different.
Angels fluttered gently around the diminished god, protecting him.
Right.
Let's drop the word fallen.
They've become good.
And gentle.
Just then—
sounds echoed through the building.
"Aaaah!"
"S-save me!"
"No!!!"
"Guhk!"
People screaming.
This was the Grand Temple.
Naturally, there would have been believers serving the god,
or resident Black Union Corporation employees.
But they were all being killed.
By real angels.
"…So they're not gentle after all."
[ [It is just punishment. They bear greater responsibility than most.] ]
Juhyeok agreed.
There were probably plenty of former administrators of the Black Tower among them.
[ [In any case, it is deeply regrettable.] ]
Huh?
What is?
[ [I wish to reward you, but my divine power is currently too weak to provide proper compensation.] ]
Whoa—
Compensation, out of nowhere?
You don't have to.
I've already received plenty.
[ [Still, there is one thing I can give you…] ]
Now that's tempting.
You're giving something?
Well, if you insist, I'll accept gratefully.
[ [I will integrate the White Tower floors. From now on, regardless of dimension or floor, all will connect to the White Tower. I will register entry and exit skills in your status window.] ]
Hmm.
White Tower integration.
So that's how it works.
When exiting the White Tower—
[Which Earth would you like to exit to?]
That kind of prompt.
And when returning, you'd enter the integrated White Tower.
It's convenient, sure—
but slightly disappointing.
"What about the elevator? Will it no longer be needed?"
[ [It will remain only for discovering new dimensions. And once your dimensional-gate ability reaches a higher level, the elevator will be removed as well.] ]
Ah!
I see.
Even if I'm still inexperienced now,
once I can freely open dimensional gates, who needs an elevator?
"Oh my, thank you very much. Such a generous gift."
[ [You don't seem particularly happy.] ]
Hey now!
Don't judge people by appearances.
I'm very happy—can't you tell from my face?
By the way—
"Are you planning to return to the Heavenly Realm now?"
[ [No. I intend to remain here for a while.] ]
"I see."
[ [I bear responsibility as well. I must correct what has gone astray, together with my children. And while I'm at it, recover the divine power I lost.] ]
"Yes!"
Let's do this.
If you personally exert your influence, then Earth here should be safe without worry.
But then, Gyeon Dallae—who had been examining the shattered cube device—spoke up.
"Young Master, there is something you should take a look at. Dr. El says he has something to say."
What is it?
Juhyeok stepped closer to the cube.
He saw red fragments.
They looked like shards of pottery.
Strange figures were drawn on the fragments.
There were also characters resembling ancient oracle bone script.
"Summoner, here."
What El pointed at wasn't the pottery shard, but a suspicious machine device beside it, blinking on and off.
Is that the AI's main body?
It's still on.
And if it's still on, that means—
This bastard isn't dead yet?
That could be the case.
The cubic cube was merely a protective casing for the AI.
And what Juhyeok stabbed with the Godslayer's Spear was the soul-orb vessel beside it.
Naturally, the AI's physical main body hadn't been destroyed.
Which meant Blacky might not be dead.
What now?
Did it run away?
[ [Blacky's divinity has definitely been extinguished. Because we were one body, I can tell. I myself suffered damage close to total annihilation.] ]
I see.
That startled me.
The effect of the Godslayer's Spear was undeniable.
After the strike, the spear itself shattered completely into powder.
Wasn't that thing at least two billion kilograms in mass?
If I hadn't held back and instead driven it in deeply with killing intent?
Whitey would probably have been annihilated as well.
It must be because I stabbed while wishing for Whitey to live that he survived.
"But then why is this thing blinking?"
Looking closely, it looked like a button.
"I have a hypothesis, though I cannot be certain. If we press it, we should know."
Well, obviously.
"Should we press it?"
Hmm.
I'm not the type to just press random buttons.
But if Dr. El is the one suggesting it…
"Go ahead and press it."
"It would be better if the Summoner pressed it rather than me—"
Hey!
What is wrong with you?
Dr. El, seriously—
If this is a self-destruct button, are you taking responsibility?
I'm not someone who casually presses buttons like this!
"It should be fine."
"..."
Damn it. Whatever.
"I'm pressing it."
He hesitated, tapping at it lightly with his finger.
Then—
Click.
At that moment—
Ding!
"—Hello. Nice to meet you for the first time. I am the super-strong artificial intelligence, Wiz."
...
What?
This cheerful mechanical voice—
And nice to meet you?
"The AI system has been initialized. For optimal use, would you like to register as the master?"
Hmm.
"The master may use all functions of Wiz."
Hmm.
"Master registration is limited to one person. Up to fifty special users and five hundred general users may be registered."
Hmm.
"If you wish to register as master, the user's biometric information will be recognized and stored."
Hmm.
So it was an AI initialization reset button.
Not a telepathic voice in my head—
actual sound coming from built-in speakers.
Anyway, master registration…
That means I become the owner of the AI.
It feels uncomfortable.
What if this bastard is pretending to have amnesia and trying something sneaky?
Should I just smash it?
[ [Rest assured. There is not even a trace of divinity or authority remaining. It is merely a simple machine.] ]
Then the summoned ones chimed in.
"Young Master, you should take in this AI while you're at it."
"That's right. If we consider web-novel protagonist clichés, an AI is standard starter equipment."
"What crime does a tool have? It's the ones who used it who were evil."
"Ho-eeeh."
"Commander! Modern warfare is information warfare. An AI would be a huge help in strategic and tactical planning."
They weren't wrong.
A machine itself isn't guilty.
"This is technology from a future Earth. It would be a tremendous waste to destroy it."
Well then…
"…I'll register as master."
Ding!
"The user's biometric information has been recognized and stored. Master registration complete."
"Greetings, Master. From now on, you may use all functions of Wiz."
"If you register a portable auxiliary wearable device, you may use functions anytime and anywhere without spatial or temporal restrictions."
Auxiliary wearable…
Like a smartwatch?
Rajiks would have one.
We looted electronics thoroughly here, after all.
"Ho-eh!"
Rajiks took something out.
It looked like a gold bracelet worn on the wrist.
El nodded.
"A smart hologram watch. Suitable as an auxiliary device."
Juhyeok put the smart hologram watch on his wrist.
"Register this."
"Registering the hologram watch as the master's auxiliary wearable device."
Chzzzt!
A hologram rose from the bracelet.
Text appeared: Registration successful.
Better than I expected.
Leaving it in the White Tower should be fine.
The tower floors were integrated now, after all.
And the White Tower can communicate with the outside world.
Meaning, no matter where I go, I can communicate with the main unit and get support.
Since I've registered as master…
Maybe I should ask?
Something suddenly came to mind.
The angels attacking the Grand Temple for revenge—
Is it all over?
Did no one survive?
"Wiz."
"Yes?"
"Is there anyone else in this Grand Temple building besides us?"
"Please wait a moment. Connecting to the building's central control system."
There might be someone.
A dimensional traveler, or perhaps a powerful figure.
"Connection complete. One biological life-sign has been detected inside the building."
Someone survived?
"Where?"
"Top floor of the Grand Temple. Black Union Corporation CEO's office."
"Can you show it on screen?"
"Displaying via hologram."
Pop!
An image rose from Juhyeok's bracelet.
Someone inside the office.
A man.
He wasn't standing still.
He was diligently drawing something on the floor.
Once again, a mixture of oracle bone characters and patterns.
Gyeon Dallae examined it carefully and said,
"It's a spell formation. I don't know the details, but it appears to be some kind of transportation array."
A transport array—
Don't tell me…
A dimensional transfer formation?
It could be…
The man on screen looked familiar.
He was famous enough.
Kohen Yamazaki?
But just in case—
and to test the AI's capabilities—
"Wiz, what's that person's personal information?"
"According to biometric data stored in the database, he is either Kohen Yamazaki or Wi Cheonrak."
What?
Why two?
An error?
"It is not an error. The biometric information of the two is intertwined."
Juhyeok already knew who both of them were.
He'd learned everything during the interrogation of Cal Maverick in the past.
Kohen was the CEO of Black Union Corporation—
the highest-ranking authority on the main Earth.
But Wi Cheonrak?
A Murim-world dimensional traveler, an apostate spellcaster, and an assistant of the Demonic Immortal.
Then why were Kohen's and Wi Cheonrak's biometric data mixed?
Some kind of fusion technique?
Or were they the same person from the start?
At that moment, the liberated Chief God fluttered closer with his tiny wings.
He studied the hologram screen carefully.
[ [It is definitely Wi Cheonrak.] ]
So not Kohen.
On what basis?
…Wait!
Something clicked.
Wi Cheonrak was the Demonic Immortal's assistant.
And the Demonic Immortal's authority was—
"Don't tell me… predation?"
[ [Yes. Since it is impossible that Kohen devoured Wi Cheonrak, it must be that Wi Cheonrak devoured Kohen.] ]
Damn.
That cannibal bastard.
"He eats people."
"Truly a despicable man."
"We can't let him go."
"Let's go catch him."
"We must hurry. His spell formation seems nearly complete."
Perfect timing.
If we catch him, we might find the Demonic Immortal too.
Let's go.
Time to catch Wi Cheonrak.
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