As the saying goes, when in doubt, just touch it—you never know what might happen. While Serie was off to the side scribbling away doing who knows what, Zenith placed his palm against the glowing tree.
It was warm. Calming his mind, he could almost feel countless thoughts transmitting through the brilliant, multicolored light.
The sensation was just like... well, watching a live stream chat. Messages zipped by one after another; some contained warm blessings, while others were filled with unbearable filth.
He inexplicably felt like God. Through the Paths of the glowing tree, Zenith even felt that he could instantly transform all Eldians in the world into Pure Titans, or silently strip away their ability to reproduce.
It was as if Zenith had seized the admin privileges of the Founding Titan.
Zenith didn't notice, but Serie, who was analyzing the glowing tree's composition nearby, spotted it immediately.
The fundamental structure of the glowing tree was rapidly changing. If it was previously a series of interwoven bloodline links, it was now turning into crude, blocky pixels.
Wait, pixels?
Serie turned around and saw that, with Zenith at the center, the entire world was continuously shifting from a realistic style to a pixelated one.
It was as if pixel blocks were devouring the real world.
This process didn't last long. By the time Zenith wanted to turn around and tell Serie about the glowing tree's live chat, he froze in place.
"What's going on? The Coordinate space is mine now??"
Glancing down, a line of small, rainbow-colored text refreshed in his achievement system: *"Finally ate something proper."*
Zenith subconsciously swallowed. Whether it was real or just an illusion, he felt an incredibly sweet and savory taste lingering in his mouth—like the childhood sensation of eating ice cream mixed with spicy strips.
Unhealthy, but incredibly satisfying.
Weren't they supposed to be traveling across different worlds? Why did it feel like this was turning into a dimensional dining guide?
"Did you just eat this world?" Serie stared at the drool at the corner of Zenith's mouth, her hair practically standing on end.
"Not exactly. It should just be the Coordinate space. The rules here were too fragile; I accidentally swallowed it when I wasn't paying attention."
It was a purely unconscious action. It was like when you were zoning out and someone shoved a sausage by your mouth—you would definitely take a bite on instinct.
The entire Coordinate space was now somewhat like a new mod. Zenith could open an admin GUI menu and view the information of every Eldian, including Ymir.
Through the GUI, Zenith could modify the settings of all Eldians. He could arbitrarily assign the hosts of the Nine Titans, and of course, he could grant all Eldians permission to enter the Coordinate space.
But why would he give it to the Eldians? Was he even close with them?
Zenith reached into the void and pulled out a Hallucigenia. It had been residing inside the glowing tree—no, perhaps it was the true body of the glowing tree itself.
He didn't tamper too much with the current data; he simply toggled off the bloodline inheritance option.
Once this generation of Eldians naturally passed away, their descendants would no longer have any connection to the Coordinate space, and naturally, they would never become Pure Titans.
After a moment of thought, Zenith moved the Eldians into their own separate group. Then, starting fresh, he created a new folder named SPW.
Beside him, Serie's brow twitched. She felt a faint connection form between herself and this Coordinate space, realizing she could even modify this world to a certain extent.
"I gave you admin privileges. Once I sync over SPW's organizational structure, we're going to build an internal comms network."
To be honest, Zenith wasn't entirely sure how many people were actually in SPW. However, he could sense anyone who had received his approval to enter the Overworld or even other universes.
He could just mindlessly drag them all in. As for the subsequent personnel sorting and organizational structure creation, he could just dump all that work onto Serie.
If she didn't want to do it, she could always draft sub-admins to do the heavy lifting. Life was just one giant, makeshift operation anyway.
Doing it yourself or subcontracting it down layer by layer—it was all the same work. Either way, Zenith was in no rush.
For now, Zenith had only unlocked the online chat room function. After all, the entire Coordinate space hadn't been developed yet; the Eldians and Ymir were still stuck playing in the sand.
As for when new features would be unlocked, that would have to wait until Serie came up with a construction plan.
Unexpectedly, the first person to log online was Gilgamesh.
The oldest King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, currently looked completely weather-beaten. He practically jumped as he shouted at Zenith,
"Didn't you say it was paradise?! Didn't you say the days were peaceful and serene, and that only a few minor things like skeletons, zombies, and spiders would spawn at night?!"
Gilgamesh was on the verge of tears. Just what kind of life had he been living lately?
Up until now, those subjects of his hadn't even developed a proper language, let alone a writing system. Their combat abilities were completely useless, about as helpful as a fart in the wind.
It was fine at first. As long as they grasped the right methods, monsters like zombies and skeletons could totally serve as trials to forge his subjects' courage.
But ever since he killed a vampire with Stand abilities in the dark, things had started getting weird.
Skeleton swordsmen, phase spiders, super zombies... Trying to rely on ordinary subjects to fight these things would require piling up massive casualties, so he had no choice but to step in himself.
That was one thing, but what the hell were those tens-of-meters-tall giant beasts that occasionally popped up later?!
"Ever since I became a Heroic Spirit, Ea has always been my trump card. Ordinary opponents aren't even worthy of making me draw it. But ever since I came to your world, my Sword of Rupture has practically become my basic attack!"
Most hostile mobs would naturally spawn when the light level dropped below 7, and their spawn distance was guaranteed to be at least 24 meters away from any intelligent lifeform. This was common sense to anyone living in the Overworld.
With more and more residents in the Overworld, naturally spawning monsters were actually quite rare. It was only Gilgamesh who was stubborn enough to insist on turning off the lights at night.
If he wasn't miserable, who would be? Saber, who had illuminated her entire kingdom with Glowstone?
A king leading a group of primitive humans to resist a monster invasion—just thinking about it gave a strong sense of déjà vu. "Later, I'll go back and craft a Victory Lancer. You can pick someone yourself to be Ultraman Victory's human host and help fight the monsters."
One after another, interested individuals began logging into the Coordinate space. They didn't need their physical bodies to walk back and forth through various portals; with just a single thought, they could enter this world to chat and discuss things with others.
And no matter how long they stayed here, time on the outside was practically frozen.
As soon as this feature was revealed, almost everyone instantly fell in love with the place. If nothing else, with a blink of an eye, who could tell if they had just blinked or gone to slack off in the Coordinate space?
Mental fatigue could be relieved here, but physical exhaustion could not. Looking at the fanatic crowd, Zenith had no choice but to place a restriction on these severe "internet addicts."
For every day that passed in the real world, they could enter the Coordinate space for two hours—non-accumulative and non-transferable.
But even so, the group remained full of enthusiasm. Some people were even starting to prepare to build a city here.
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