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When I returned fully to my divine domain, the silence felt heavier than usual.
Not oppressiveā
but contemplative.
The Divine Realm beyond my domain continued its slow, stately rhythm. God Kings debated. Dragons searched for answers. Destiny advanced, indifferent to individual intent.
And Iā
I began to plan for failure.
No matter how many contingencies I prepared, no matter how carefully I moved pieces across the board, some things could not be overturned.
Karma would fall upon the Dragon Clan.
History would repeat itself.
Not because dragons were weakābut because they had accumulated too much.
Too much blood.
Too much suppression.
Too much unreturned debt.
Supreme principles did not bargain.
They collected.
And when collection began, it would not distinguish between innocent hatchlings and ancient kings.
The same was true for the Beast Race.
They would be swept alongānot always as perpetrators, but as beneficiaries of an old order that had overstayed its time.
I exhaled slowly.
"If collapse is inevitable," I murmured, "then preservation must be deliberate."
When divine wars erupted, what was lost first was never territory.
It was authority.
The greatest treasures in the Divine Realm were not artifacts or planetsābut the divine positions themselves.
Authority fragments.
Godhead essences.
Conceptual seeds that defined entire races and paths.
When God Kings fell, these things scattered, degraded, or were devoured by chaos.
In the original history, nearly all of them were lost.
That mistake would not happen again.
My gaze sharpened.
"If the Divine Realm is to collapseā¦"
"ā¦then everything worth preserving must be recorded first."
Not hidden.
Not hoarded.
Recorded.
I began listing requirements.
The artifact I needed could not simply store objects.
Physical storage was fragile.
Planets shattered.
Rings broke.
Spatial anchors collapsed.
What I needed was something conceptual.
It had to store:
Authorities and their structural logic
Godhead essences without degradation
Beast race cores and divine bloodline templates
Planetary seeds and world frameworks
Laws, principles, and configurations
And more importantlyā
It had to reproduce them.
Not copy.
Reconstruct.
Given sufficient energy, the artifact must be capable of rebuilding what history erased.
I closed my eyes.
Only one thing in existence could fulfill that role.
I summoned it.
The Divine Wisdom Core emerged from my being, hovering before me like a miniature universeācountless runes rotating endlessly, each one representing comprehension refined beyond limitation.
This core was no longer merely an authority.
It was the embodiment of understanding itself.
And that was precisely why it was dangerous.
The universe tolerated Wisdom only because it resided within meābalanced by Humanity, restrained by responsibility.
But an artifactā
An artifact powered by Wisdom could exist independently.
It could outlast gods.
Outlast realms.
Outlast even me.
I began deduction.
Not calculation.
Deduction at the level of principle.
For daysāthen weeksāI allowed the Wisdom Core to analyze itself.
What form could it take?
What structure could bear it?
What limitations must be imposed so that it would not violate supreme law prematurely?
At lastā
An answer formed.
The artifact must become a record, not a ruler.
It would not command.
It would not judge.
It would remember.
With the blueprint forming in my mind, I left my domain and entered the Central Marketplace of the Divine Realm.
This was not a place for ordinary gods.
This was where remnants of cosmic exploration were gatheredāmaterials collected during the Dragon Race's earliest conquests, when the universe itself was still largely unknown.
Most of these items were not for sale.
They were sealed.
Catalogued.
Forgotten.
Until now.
I walked calmly through aisles of suspended reality, ignoring divine treasures that could ignite wars.
Then I saw them.
Thunder Origin.
Pure, unfragmentedāthe first lightning to ever exist.
Lightning Origin.
Not energy, but the concept of sudden change.
Space Origin.
Condensed dimensional freedom.
Time Origin.
Stable, terrifying, almost sentient.
Chaos Origin.
The residue left behind before order was chosen.
And thenā
A flame.
It did not flicker.
It did not radiate heat.
It simply existed.
Divine Origin Fire
One of the first manifestations following universal creation.
A flame that remembered the birth of everything.
Even I felt reverence.
There were others as well.
Fragments of collapsed universes.
Remnants of extinct laws.
Materials harvested when dragons still explored reality itself rather than ruling it.
Normally, these items were untouchable.
But this timeā
The Dragon God himself had given word.
I took everything I needed.
And left without ceremony.
Back in my domain, I sealed it completely.
Not even the Divine Core's passive resonance could penetrate.
Thenā
I separated the Wisdom Core from myself.
Pain was not the correct word.
It was more likeā¦ absence.
As if a dimension of thought had been temporarily removed.
But it was necessary.
If the Dragon God sensed the Wisdom Core acting independently, suspicion would arise immediately.
This artifact had to be born outside observation.
For one hundred divine daysā
I worked.
I did not sleep.
I did not meditate.
I forged.
Thunder and lightning refined the framework.
Space and time stabilized the internal structure.
Chaos allowed adaptability without collapse.
Divine Origin Fire shaped everything without erasing history.
At the centerā
The Wisdom Core.
Not bound.
Not enslaved.
But integrated.
The artifact did not dominate Wisdom.
It was guided by it.
On the hundredth dayā
The domain shook.
Not violently.
But decisively.
I opened my eyes.
Before me floated an object with no fixed shape.
Sometimes it appeared as a book.
Sometimes as a sphere.
Sometimes as an endless lattice of light.
Its form changed depending on what was being perceived.
I reached out.
The moment my consciousness touched itā
I understood.
Everything.
I named it.
Akashic Record.
This artifact did not store matter.
It stored information at the deepest level.
When it encountered an object, being, authority, or lawā
It did not copy it.
It understood it.
Once understood, the Record could:
Reconstruct the object using energy
Simulate its growth path
Preserve its optimal configuration
Upgrade its model when new information was added
Given enough divine energyā
It could recreate:
Divine artifacts
Godhead essences
Planetary frameworks
Conceptual laws
With sufficient data and powerā
It could even recreate a Divine Realm.
Orā¦
A universe.
The Akashic Record had no ceiling.
Only input limits.
And those limits could be broken.
The cost was immense.
The Wisdom Core was no longer fully mine.
It now resided at the center of the Akashic Record, separate yet connected, functioning as its eternal processor.
I had lost direct ownership.
But what I gainedā
Was far greater.
Even now, Wisdom whispered from within the Record, clearer than ever.
Not weaker.
Purposed.
I looked at the artifact hovering silently before me.
"This," I said softly, "is not a weapon."
It was worse.
It was continuity.
No matter how history collapsed.
No matter how karma struck.
No matter how many gods fellā
Nothing essential would ever be truly lost again.
Outside my domain, destiny continued its slow, merciless advance.
The Dragon God searched for salvation.
The Divine Realm approached its fracture point.
And Iā
I held a record that could outlive them all.
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