The world cracked.
That was the only way to describe the sensation of his final step. It wasn't just the sea, and it wasn't just the sky; it was the architecture of the space they stood in. The reality didn't just vibrate; it fractured into jagged shards like shattered glasses.
He stepped beyond the limit, beyond the hard ceilings of mortal potential. His whole being transformed in an instant of blinding, azure clarity. This wasn't growth through effort, and it is an evolution to higher being. This was Divinity. In a single, silent heartbeat, he stepped into the realm of the God from Transcendence.
In entire World history he was the first to Breakthrough from blessed to Divine. No one can be able mimicking this feat.
He stepping into Divinity is so absurdly easy, is seam he already done this long ago.
"I am a 'System Administrator' Ascend using the law of the System, that encompasses growth, Information and transaction. From now on I will be known as God of System, Human God." This Divine announcement is the last step into Divinity. After 900 years another Deity's is born.
But because the restrictions, his Divine announcement isn't heard by anyone except the traitor and the Cosmic Horror.
The moment after he ascend the cage shattered.
The obsidian sphere of water, pressurized by a cosmic entity, didn't just break, it exploded outward with the force of a supernova. The massive formation on the ocean floor, the script that had punch holes into reality, fractured into a thousand pieces of space debris. The pressure that had been crushing his lungs vanished as if it had never existed. The alien presence, that vast and judging eye behind the rift, retreated for a fraction of a second, blinded by the sheer radiance of a soul that had forcibly rewritten its own destiny.
For a single second, there was only silence. A vacuum of sound where the ocean itself feared to roar.
Then he moved.
One step. He did not travel; he simply arrived. He appeared in front of the traitor with a speed that left his own afterimage standing at the starting point for several seconds. There was no movement to be seen, no windup to the strike, no flash of energy to signal the end.
Just impact.
The traitor's body collapsed instantly. The sound of every bone in his chest turning to dust was swallowed by the sudden rush of air filling the void. The man who had sold his world for a leash was crushed, broken, and finished, pinned to the surface of the sea by the weight of a divinity he couldn't comprehend.
He stood perfectly still, his glowing azure eyes looking down at the ruin of his former friend.
"Pathetic," he said. The word carried the weight of a mountain.
Then, the broken, bleeding body smiled.
His eyes narrowed. He felt it, a flicker of magical displacement that shouldn't have been possible for a dying man. The body beneath his fist began to dissolve, but not with the usual spray of blood and shredded flesh. It turned into a swirl of dark, oily smoke that smelled of ozone and ancient parchment.
"A clone," he whispered, his voice cold and flat.
The voice of the traitor came from everywhere—bouncing off the walls of water, echoing from the clouds, and vibrating through the very water beneath his feet. It was a chorus of mockery.
"Did you really think I'd risk my real body against you? After all, preparing backup is something you always told me to do. Redundancy is the soul of survival, isn't it, 'brother'?"
He didn't answer. He didn't need to. He stood in the center of the Southern Sea, looking toward the horizon as the true cost of his divinity began to reveal itself. Because something else, something far more permanent than a fight, had started.
The sky split wide.
A tear formed directly above him, stretching from the zenith down toward the horizon. It wasn't filled with light, and it wasn't filled with darkness. It was Space. Cold. Endless. Absolute. It was the Great Severance, the ancient barrier that stood proud around the world as a shield against the horrors of the void. But the shield was also a filter.
The pull began immediately. It wasn't a physical suction; it was an existential displacement. His body didn't move, but his very existence did. The barrier make the world thing it could no longer hold Him.
He looked up into the rift, his hair whipping in a wind that didn't exist.
"So this is it."
There was no resistance in his posture, no frantic struggle against the inevitable. He had understood the rules of this world long ago. The Great Severance was absolute: a Divine Being cannot remain. The barrier that protected humanity from the Cosmic Beings would now force out its own protector, banishing the Divine from within its sanctuary to keep the balance intact.
Still, even as his feet began to lift from the water, he raised his hand. His spirit surged, cooking a last move. He didn't use it for a spell; he used it as a beacon. A broadcast.
He projected his will across the entire human continent, piercing through the minds of every High-ranking Fated, every sentient artifact resting in its vault, and every sensitive mind currently dreaming. He actually wanted to send specific, detailed messages to the people he had spent his life leading, the ones who could finish what he started. But controlling his newfound, burgeoning power while being gradually banished from reality was a task that strained even his divine mind.
His voice spread instantly, a thunderous whisper in the minds of millions.
"There is a traitor within—. — is the —"
The wave cut.
It was interference; sharp, precise, and cruel. It wasn't the sea, and it wasn't the rift. It was the Traitor, using the last of the formation's lingering power to jam the frequency. He doesn't realize his message is being censored.
"—made a contract with something—"
The message cut again. Fragments of his warning scattered across the continent, breaking apart mid-transmission like glass falling into a dark well.
The voice returned for a final, desperate burst. The pull from the sky intensified, his body beginning to fade at the edges, turning into a translucent mist of azure and gold. He was being torn apart piece by piece, his physical form dissolving into the energy of the higher planes.
He spoke one last time, putting everything he has, his power, and his regret into a final, clear transmission.
"I am being banished."
One year later on big mansion in Northern Pearl City.
KNOCK KNOCK
A boy opened a door.
"Anything I can help?"