Far beyond Levincia's borders lay Takobo, a nation built from steel, mana circuits, and living machines.
Floating cities drifted above industrial oceans.
Giant factories hummed with artificial souls.
Adventurers there didn't just train bodies—
they upgraded existence itself.
At the heart of Takobo's capital…
a war council was underway.
The President of Takobo stood before a glowing map of continents.
Her expression was calm.
Too calm.
"…Levincia has become a problem."
She tapped the air.
Entire regions lit up in red.
"We will end this war quickly."
Behind her stood seven figures.
Silent.
Perfectly still.
The Seven God Slayers.
Each one a calamity ranked beyond normal comprehension.
Their presence alone distorted the room's gravity.
One of them stepped forward.
"…Thomas Anderson failed."
The President nodded.
"…And yet he delayed them long enough."
A faint smile appeared.
"…That is acceptable."
She turned toward the battlefield projection.
The image showed the ongoing chaos of Levincia.
The Swords.
The Undying Knight.
The collapsing alliances.
"…Keep them there," she ordered.
Her eyes sharpened.
"…The mecha-bots will arrive soon."
Elsewhere—
deep in Takobo's weapon vault…
a figure stood alone.
Victoria.
God of Victory.
She lifted a massive weapon from its seal.
A relic older than the nation itself.
Chullinir – the Ancient Laser Sword
The blade hummed to life, splitting the air with blue-white light.
Beside her—
a giant dragon with glowing blue eyes lowered its head.
Victoria gently patted it.
"…Good."
Her voice was cold.
Focused.
"I AM HUNTING YOU DOWN, UNDYING KNIGHT."
The air around her cracked slightly.
"And when I defeat you…"
She raised Chullinir toward the horizon.
"…The Absolute Being will be proud of me."
The dragon roared.
The entire weapon chamber shook.
Far away in Levincia—
something responded.
Not fear.
Not hope.
Recognition.