Raziel let out a soft, measured sigh as his gaze swept across the ruined surroundings of the Outer Gate. The air itself seemed to part before him, unable to cling to his presence. Everything was quiet now—too quiet.
"Great System," Raziel called out calmly. "Show my stats."
There was no delay.
A familiar chime echoed through his mind as a translucent window unfolded before his eyes, radiant with absolute clarity.
[ STATS ]
[Level: 10 → 14]
[Strength: 10 → 18 (+8)]
[Speed: 10 → 18 (+8)]
[Perception: 10 → 18 (+8)]
[Endurance: ∞]
[Intelligence: 15 → 21 (+6)]
[Charisma: ∞]
[Durability: ∞][Unaffected — Great Infinite Aegis: Singularity of Absolute Existence and Longevity is always Active]
[Technique: ∞]
[Experience: ∞]
Raziel studied the window in silence. The increases were clean, efficient—no excess, no imbalance. Exactly as he had designed it.
"Good," he murmured quietly.
His physical attributes had risen sharply, but not recklessly. Strength, speed, and perception had climbed in perfect harmony, reinforced by infinite technique and experience. Even without relying on his higher authorities, his body alone had already surpassed what most would consider impossible.
Endurance remained infinite—as expected. Fatigue simply did not exist for him. Charisma, untouchable and absolute, ensured the world itself bent subtly toward his presence. Durability… immutable. Untested. Untouchable.
He closed the window with a thought.
"This is enough," Raziel said to himself, his voice steady, satisfied. "More than enough for now."
There was no arrogance in his tone—only certainty. He had given himself overwhelming power, yet left a clear path forward. Growth was still possible. Progress still meaningful.
And that, more than infinity itself, pleased him.
Now that Raziel had checked his stats it was time to check his rewards.
Raziel closed his eyes for a moment, letting the ambient energy of the arena settle around him. Then, with measured authority, he called out internally.
"Great System… Show me my rewards."
For a heartbeat, nothing happened. The silence was almost mocking.
A faint, playful tone echoed in his mind.
["Only if you say please."]
Raziel's eyes narrowed, a twitch forming at the corner of his mouth. "…ok," he muttered under his breath, unamused.
The system's tone shifted, carrying a faint, almost mischievous resonance.
["Goooood boy."]
Raziel's jaw dropped slightly, and he let out a sharp exhale. "Oh, for FUCK'S SAKE!" he exclaimed, exasperation clear in his voice. He hadn't expected the system—his own creation, his guide, his ultimate assistant—to act like a bratty child.
A faint laugh escaped him, though, betraying the slightest trace of amusement. "I see how it is," he muttered, shaking his head, unable to suppress a smirk.
The arena, silent except for distant whispers of other students, seemed to wait for his next move. Raziel took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Just… show me my fucking rewards," he snapped, cutting through the lingering humor. His tone left no room for argument.
A chime rang in response, and the rewards window appeared, cascading with light and ethereal energy. Raziel leaned back slightly, eyes scanning the bounty, the subtle teasing of the Great System already forgotten.
["Chill, boss, chill"]
[NEW SKILL ACQUIRED: ORC WARLORD'S BATTLE INTUITION]
[BECAUSE BATTLE INTUTION HAS SIMILAR QUALITIES OF INFINITE BATTLE EXPERIENCE, BATTLE INTUTION WILL BE A SUB-SKILL UNDER INFINITE BATTLE EXPERIENCE.]
[WOULD YOU LIKE TO USE FUSION OF THE INFINITE SQUARED MULTIPLIER?]
"Yes " Raziel replied
[DING!]
[ORC WARLORD'S BATTLE INTUITION → PRIMORDIAL ALPHA-OMEGA OF ETERNAL WARFARE]
[DING!]
[NEW TITLE ACQUIRED]「The Ever-Warring Apex Sovereign」[One who stands at the beginning and end of all conflict. Where war exists, you are already victorious.]
[Ding!]
[DESCRIPTION]
[You possess a heart forged within endless wars, tempered by slaughter, conquest, survival and chaos.][Your existence resonates with conflict itself—battle is not something you enter; it is something that forms around you.]
[Your combat intuition, battlefield awareness, tactical foresight, and experiential knowledge are elevated to Absolute Infinity, surpassing skill, talent, instinct, and even divine war cognition.]
[You instinctively understand]:
[Enemy intent before it manifests]
[Optimal kill paths in any battlefield]
[Weaknesses in beings, formations, concepts, and laws]
[The flow of war across time, space, fate, and probability]
[PRIMARY EFFECTS]
[Strength Multiplier: ×10² → ×10⁶ during active combat]
[Combat Awareness: Infinite (Cannot be bypassed, deceived, or suppressed)]
[Experience: Treated as having fought every war that has ever occurred or will occur, which is infinite.]
[Reflex Override: Body moves before conscious thought]
[BLOODLUST: WAR-BORN FRENZY]
[Upon drawing blood or sensing killing intent]:
[Bloodlust State activates automatically]
[Each enemy slain grants]:
[Permanent minor stat amplification]
[Temporary exponential strength stacking]
[Bloodlust cannot cause loss of control — instead, it sharpens cognition]
[Fear, hesitation, mercy, and fatigue are erased]
[At maximum Bloodlust]:
[Attacks gain inevitability]
[Enemies suffer instinctual terror and submission]
[Weak-willed foes collapse or flee instantly]
[DOMAIN EFFECT: SOVEREIGNTY OF THE BATTLEFIELD]
[While engaged in combat]:
[The battlefield becomes your territory]
[Enemy coordination degrades]
[Allied morale, strength, and aggression massively increase]
[Terrain subtly shifts in your favor]
[Random events bend toward maximum conflict efficiency]
[This effect scales with]:
[Number of enemies]
[Threat level]
[Intensity of warfare]
[PASSIVE SUB-EFFECTS]
[War Sense: Detect battles across vast distances and dimensions]
[Adaptive Counter: Instantly adapts to enemy fighting styles, powers, and strategies]
[Slaughter Memory: Every enemy defeated is permanently recorded, granting resistance against similar foes-Stored under[INFINITE MEMORY]]
[Disaster Instinct: You instinctively know when and how mass destruction will occur—and how to exploit it]
[ABSOLUTE EFFECT: OMEGA WAR CONCLUSION]
[When a battle reaches its climax]:
[Your presence forces an ending]
[Victory probability is overwritten in your favour]
[The longer the war lasts, the more absolute your dominance becomes.]
[MANA COST]
[Extremely High → Self-Sustaining During Combat]
[Mana drain decreases as Bloodlust increases]
[TYPE]
[Passive / Damage / Domain / Authority]
[RANK]
[Mythic–Primordial / War Authority-Class Skill]
"nice, this is soooo op" Raziel commented, he was truly amazed.
[Would you like to check your other rewards?]
"Yes." Raziel replied, his voice calm—yet expectant.
[DING!]
[Skill Acquired: Dust Body]
[Would you like to apply Fusion of the Infinite² Multiplier to the skill: Dust Body?]
"Yes." Raziel answered immediately, unable to suppress his curiosity.
[DING!]
[Dust Body → Creator of Dust]
[New Title Acquired: Maker of everything ]
A faint pressure filled the air.
Raziel felt it—not mana, not divinity—authority.
[Ding!]
[You are a creator.][You possess the imagination of a creator.][The hands forged of a creator.][The perfection of a creator's making.]
Raziel looked down at his palms.
"…So this is creation," he muttered.
[Effects:]
[ All beings will perceive you as GOD]
[No matter what you say, do, think, write, or enact—]
[Your existence is interpreted as divine intent]
[This perception cannot be resisted, negated, or questioned.]
Raziel exhaled slowly.
"…That's dangerous."
[This skill resonates with your Sub-Class: GOD]
[Would you like to bind this skill to your Sub-Class?]
"Yessssss," Raziel replied, a grin forming unconsciously.
[DING!]
[SKILL SUCCESSFULLY BINDED]
The world trembled—not violently, but reverently.
[ORIGINALITY: CREATOR OF DUST]
["From dust you come… from dust you go."]
[RANK: EX++++ → UNDEFINED (Authority-Based)] [TYPE: Active / Creation / Authority / Conceptual] [RANGE: Increases with Perception | No Upper Limit]
[CORE DESCRIPTION]
[You may create anything from dust.]
[Not imitation.]
[Not reconstruction.]
[True creation.]
[Dust is treated as the primordial medium of existence—matter, energy, concepts, souls, laws, and realities all reduced to their original particulate state before form.]
[What you imagine, exists.][What you deny, returns to dust.]
[This skill has been bound to your affinity: Dust]
[PRIMARY EFFECTS]
[ Create matter, life, weapons, worlds, constructs, laws, or concepts] [Creations may be permanent, temporary, autonomous, or bound to your will.], [Creations inherit your authority level No material, energy, or blueprint required]
[PASSIVE AUTHORITY EFFECTS]
[Dust in all forms instinctively responds to you.][Environmental erosion, decay, and entropy favour you][Destroyed matter naturally reverts into usable dust for creation][Enemy constructs slowly destabilize in your presence.]
[SUB-SKILLS UNLOCKED]1. [Dust Genesis]:
[Create complex objects instantly]:
[Weapons]
[Armies]
[Cities]
[Divine artifacts]
[Living beings]
[Creations may possess independent will or absolute loyalty.]
2. [Sovereign Disintegration]
[By will alone]:
[Reduce enemies, attacks, spells, concepts, or structures into dust]
[Bypasses durability, immortality, regeneration, and resistance]
[If it exists—it can return to dust.]
3. [Creator's Blueprint]
[You instinctively understand]:
[Perfect structure]
[Optimal design]
[Ideal form]
[Nothing you create is flawed.]
4. [Divine Perception Override]
[Because you are perceived as GOD]:
[Commands are obeyed instinctively]
[Lies are interpreted as divine riddles]
[Violence is seen as righteous judgment]
[Mercy is seen as holy grace]
5. [Dust Reclamation]
[Anything destroyed by you]:
[Becomes permanent creation material]
[Scales future creations exponentially]
[The longer you fight, the more you can create.]
[ABSOLUTE EFFECT: DUST SOVEREIGNTY DOMAIN]
[When activated]:
[The world within range becomes a Dust Authority Zone]
[All matter, energy, and concepts are partially reduced to dust-state]
[Only your will determines form and outcome]
[This domain cannot be overridden by lower authorities.]
[MANA COST]
[High initially][Decreases rapidly with mastery][Near-zero while bound to GOD Sub-Class]
Raziel stood still as dust rose around him—not chaotically, but reverently—circling him like a crown.
"…So even destruction is just another form of creation, "he said quietly, playing with the particles of dust surrounding him.
The system remained silent.
As if acknowledging the truth.
"Great System," Raziel said internally, "did I get any equipment or drops?"
"I don't want to have infinite inventory slots and not use them."
[Yes, you did.]
[Would you like to see them?]
"No, I just wanted to know if I did you twat," Raziel replied calmly.
[....]
He already possessed [Infinite Cloth], a good amount of skills, and unrestricted access to the shop. If he ever needed something, he could simply purchase it. He just didn't like having the feeling of his inventory being empty.
"Just apply the [Great Fusion of Infinite² Multiplier] on all the drops and store them in my inventory. Later, I'll check them."
[As you wish, Great One.]
In an instant—
Light erupted.
The space around Raziel shimmered as countless items manifested:weapons forged from alien stars, shattered crowns, divine cores, fragments of laws, bones of outer entities, relics soaked in madness.
Before they could fully exist—
They collapsed inward.
Escaping light spiraled violently as all drops fused, rejected imperfection, and rewrote themselves.
What emerged were not mere items.
They were existential authorities.
Even a GOD would strive to obtain them.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
[All drops have undergone]:
[Great Fusion of Infinite²]
[Hierarchical Compression]
[Conceptual Refinement]
[Authority Elevation]
[Redundancy Erasure]
[Result: Drops have been reorganized into Primordial Equipment Sets and Singular Absolute Relics.]
[All items have been automatically stored.]
[INVENTORY UPDATE: FUSED DROPS SUMMARY]
[ARMAMENT OF THE OUTER END]
[Classification: Weapon Authority Set]
[Quantity: 1 (Unified)]
[Description: A weapon system born from the fused remains of Outer Entity armaments. It does not take a fixed shape—it becomes the perfect weapon for the moment.]
[Blade, spear, bow, cannon, concept, or intent]
[Can harm physical, spiritual, conceptual, and narrative existences]
[Ignores durability tiers, regeneration, immortality, and abstraction]
[Passive Effect]:[The weapon always knows how to kill the target.]
[Remaining items will be stored in inventory for later use.]
Now that Raziel had cleared the first floor of the Outer gate he was waiting for the timer to reach zero.
"Great system" Raziel called out internally, "show me my current skills"
[As you wish Great one]
[⟡ ENTITY PARAMETERS ⟡]
[PHYSIQUE: ??????????]
[ORIGIN: ?????????????]
[ART: [ALL CUT], [UNITY OF ALL DIMENSIONS], [EQUILIBRIUM]
[ORIGINALITIES: [SWORDMANSHIP], [MAGIC], [CREATOR OF DUST], [PRIMORDIAL ALPHA-OMEGA OF ETERNAL WARFARE]
"Nice" Raziel mused to him self internally, forming a grin that spread across his face like the Great plague.
"Great system" Raziel called out internally, " how much time do we have left?" he was already done with all the fighting and was getting bored.
[3:07 minutes]
"Thanks", Raziel replied. "Since I have some time left, I'm just going to take a short nap"
"wake me up when its over, system" Raziel commanded
[as you wish Great one, but i will not need to because every body will be transported back in the arena to prepare for the next floor and check rankings.]
After the timer struck zero, the arena underwent an instantaneous shift.
Students who had been battling fiercely were frozen mid-motion; some had collapsed, exhausted and sleeping, while others had been caught mid-attack. The roar of combat, the clash of weapons, and the chaos of the battlefield all halted abruptly.
Raziel was transported back into the arena. The moment his feet touched the ground, two extraordinary forces activated simultaneously.
[Great Nature of the Unknown]
The first was [Great Nature of the Unknown], awakening with subtle precision.
A calm, regal energy radiated from Raziel, ancient and immovable, like a mountain that had stood for eons. His posture shifted instinctively, and every movement—every breath—was filled with unconscious authority and grace.
The effect was immediate. Eyes turned toward him, drawn like iron filings to a magnet.
Students froze mid-action, unable to tear their gaze away.
Even the Supreme Absolute Families, beings who had lived for centuries and witnessed wonders across countless worlds, were left speechless. They had never seen anyone—or anything—approach the level of absolute beauty, charm, and presence that emanated from Raziel.
It wasn't just his appearance; it was his aura, his very existence made magnetic, demanding attention and admiration. The arena seemed to bend subtly around him, and even the environment—the banners, the dust, the light—responded to his presence as though acknowledging his dominance.
The second activation was [Omni-Divinite Strata].
Information, previously scattered and inaccessible, flooded toward Raziel's mind.
Then, abruptly, the Great System intervened.
["Not yet, Great One. This data is too immense for your current level of mastery. It will awaken in due time. Even though you possess infinite mind, ?????? has currently locked this Great embodiment."]
The torrent of knowledge was stopped and sealed, leaving Raziel with only a tantalising taste of the infinite.
"Dang", Raziel replied, a little frustrated. "I was really waiting to get that embodiment."
Raziel blinked, surveying the arena with cool detachment. The students and elite alike could feel the subtle force of his gaze. He was not fully acquainted with this world, and yet even this partial activation had revealed its truths to him: the fragility of mortals, the limits of the elite, and the wide expanse of power yet unexplored.
He spoke softly, yet the sound carried an authority that silenced even the loudest whispers.
"Great System…" he began. His tone was calm, but firm. "I do not yet understand this world as I should. Prepare to correct that. There is much I intend to see, to master, and to reshape."
A faint hum resonated from the system in response, acknowledging his intent. Raziel's black-red eyes swept across the arena. The seeds of his next steps were already forming, and the world, unknowingly, was about to change in ways it could not yet comprehend.
"Great System," Raziel called calmly, his voice echoing through the fading remains of the first floor. "How many floors are in this Outer Gate?"
A brief pause followed—then the familiar chime.
[This Outer Gate contains 2 floors. Outer Gates range from 2–5 floors, determined by gate colour, stability, and rank.]
A translucent screen unfolded before him.
[⟡ SYSTEM DATABASE: OUTER GATE CLASSIFICATION ⟡]
[SOURCE: OMNI-ORIGIN CODEX][MAXIMUM THREAT LEVEL: PLANETARY][NOTE: No Outer Gate exceeds planetary-scale destruction.]
[Outer Gates were categorized by rank, color, threat, and destructive scale, a framework established after the Great Cataclysm, when humanity learned—at immense cost—that ignorance was more lethal than monsters.]
[The gates are divided into ranks, From F–Rank gates that barely threatened a room…to SSSSS–Rank DOOM CLASS gates, where planetary extinction was guaranteed.]
[Each rank escalates mana density, intelligence, coordination, and reality pressure. ]
Raziel skimmed the data instantly, every detail imprinting itself into his infinite memory.
"Great System," he asked casually,"What rank is the gate we're in right now?"
[SYSTEM RESPONSE]Outer Gate Classification: E–High C Rank Hybrid
Raziel blinked once.
"…Oh."
He tilted his head slightly."I thought it was B–Rank."
["You are not wrong, Great One. It is on the verge of stabilizing as a B-rank gate, but it is not fully stable yet. It requires more mana to grow, though it can withstand the mana of a B-rank transcender."]
"Now I get it," Raziel replied quietly, offering his thanks to the system.
Then, without hesitation—
"System, transfer all the knowledge of this world into my head."
There was no pause in his voice.
No uncertainty.
He wasn't asking for permission.
He wanted it now.
For a fraction of a second—
Nothing happened.
Then—
[As you wish Great one.]
[Transferring information..... transfer complete.]
The world exploded inside Raziel's mind.
Languages—ancient, forgotten, divine—poured into him at once. Histories of kingdoms that no longer existed. Maps of continents ad knowledgeable.
He saw:
The rise and fall of empires
The origins of every known race
The structure of magic, mana, and laws
Dungeon hierarchies and floor mechanics
Bloodlines, factions, gods, monsters, and forbidden zones
Political tensions yet to ignite
Future calamities recorded as probabilities
Time compressed.
A thousand years passed in an instant.
Raziel's vision blurred.
Not from pain—
From excess perfection.
His mind did not fracture.
It expanded.
Thought pathways rewrote themselves.
Memory ceased to be linear.
Knowledge organized itself automatically—layered, indexed, accessible at will.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
[ World Knowledge Integration: Complete][Data Loss: None][Cognitive Stability: Absolute][Mental Evolution: Successful]
Raziel exhaled slowly.
The noise of the arena returned—distant, insignificant.
"…So that's how this world works," he murmured.
From that moment on—
There were no mysteries left.
Only outcomes.
Before another word could be spoken—
The entire crowd stilled.
Conversations died mid-sentence.
Laughter vanished.
Even breathing seemed to hesitate.
The reason was simple.
The Headmaster had arrived.
No footsteps echoed.
No gate opened.
Yet her presence alone bent the air.
"I hope you are all well," the Headmaster said.
She stood hundreds of meters away, yet her voice resonated as though space itself had chosen to speak on her behalf—clear, calm, unavoidable.
Her dress was forged from the stars themselves, shimmering with a soft, ethereal light that danced across the fabric like a galaxy in motion. Every fold and contour seemed to cling perfectly to her unearthly curves, accentuating them as if the dress had been designed by the cosmos itself. The material flowed effortlessly, catching the light with every movement, making her presence impossible to ignore.
Her face was too beautiful—perfectly sculpted, with features so harmonious that even in a beauty contest, no one could surpass her. Her eyes sparkled with a quiet brilliance, drawing attention without a word, and her lips held a subtle, irresistible allure. Every glance, every expression was precise and captivating, like she knew exactly the effect she had on those around her.
Her beauty was more than just appearance—it was an aura. If she wished, she could command the devotion of every man in the world, and who could possibly reject her? None. (Most perverts nowadays would probably pay to lick her feet.)
Even in a crowded room, she seemed alone, the center of every gaze, every thought, as though the world itself had been made to showcase her.
Every student watched her in awe. Every student understood her.
Silence reigned.
After a brief pause, she continued.
"My name is SARIEL von Valereith."
At the sound of that name, an invisible pressure washed over the arena.
Some felt awe.
Others fear.
A few—instinctual reverence.
"I did not tell you this before," she said evenly," because none of you had passed the First Floor."
Her gaze swept across the gathered figures.
"Now, you have."
A faint glow appeared in the air above the arena—translucent screens, vast and radiant.
"The Leaderboards will now be revealed," the Headmaster declared.
"They will show you your ranks…and the points you have earned."
The screens shimmered.
Names began to form.
Raziel lifted his eyes, expression unreadable.
The true competition—
Had finally begun.
Above them, massive projection arrays ignited.
[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT — POINT RANKINGS DISPLAYED]
Rank name race points
1st Raziel ÆLNOÛS Human/????? 78,902,197
2nd Michael Draven True Dragon 49,999, 207
3rd Lumina von Valereith Hybrid 41,697,299
4th Kael Vinksins Acient-Elf 39,75,892
5th Veryon Adrelith Original-Vampire 32,568,134
6th Kraghmar Atlas Primordial Titan 31,649,125
7th Markous George Human 27,149,724
8th Nyx Solvane Pure Shadow 23,067, 290
9th Rudigiel valeith Shadow Giant 22,122,791
10th Vormund Atlas Primordial Titan 19, 897, 224
After the leader board appeared, conversations that had briefly died down resumed—but this time, the chatter carried a different tone. Laughter, murmurs, and whispers were no longer about joy or survival; they carried mockery, awe, and disbelief.
"As expected of Lumina von Valereith," someone shouted, his voice carrying across the hall. "She's one of the rising stars in the world—and a child of the Ancient Primordial family!"
"Yeah, I heard she's a hybrid," another voice chimed in. "She possesses two bloodlines—both extremely powerful."
"I know, right?" a third added, shaking their head in awe.
Gradually, attention shifted to the second-place holder, Michael Draven, along with other prominent figures from various races. Praise and speculation filled the air as students dissected their feats, wondering who might surpass them in the near future.
"But wait," said Nyx Solvane of the Pure Shadow race, her voice cutting through the shadows itself. "If Kael is fourth, Kraghmar is sixth, Lumina is third, and Michael is second… then who's first?"
For a moment, there was silence. Everyone froze, looking at the top rank on the board. Then, realization began to spread like wildfire across the hall.
The name at the very top shone in bold letters:
RAZIEL ÆLNOÛS — Human
The room went completely silent. A collective gasp echoed through the students. The whispers of disbelief began to rise, growing louder with each heartbeat.
"He's… human!" someone shouted, voice trembling. "How is that possible?"
Humans had not appeared in the top fifty for over two centuries. Yet here was someone—unknown, unheralded, completely out of nowhere—holding first place, eclipsing centuries of elite lineages and extraordinary bloodlines.
"This… this is a miracle," another muttered, staring at the leader board with wide eyes.
All eyes shifted instinctively, scanning the crowd. Where was this Raziel? Everyone wanted to see the one who had upended history itself. Within seconds, as if the universe had commanded it, Raziel appeared before them all—calm, composed, radiant.
The audience froze. Every student on the leader board, every onlooker, and even the faculty turned to look at him. The reactions were instantaneous and varied:
Many could not look away, captivated by his perfectly chiseled features, flowing silver-white hair, and black-red eyes that seemed to hold the entire cosmos within them.
Some instinctively stepped back, sensing an immense presence beyond mortal comprehension.
Others clenched their fists, their pride wounded at being overshadowed by someone they knew nothing about.
A few murmured among themselves, refusing to believe a human could surpass the descendants of the Ancient Primordials.
High above, the Headmaster and the Supreme Absolute Families observed with measured interest. Eyes narrowed, fingers steepled, and lips pressed into thin lines—they were intrigued, yet cautious. Even they, who had seen centuries of exceptional talent, could feel the extraordinary aura emanating from the newcomer.
In that moment, Raziel was no longer just a name on a leaderboard. He was a phenomenon. The room pulsed with tension as every observer—student, teacher, and elite alike—grappled with the reality: the impossible had arrived, and his presence would change the course of the Academy forever.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Great one]
["You have been awarded an achievement by THE 7 INFINITE GREAT PRIMORDIAL PILLARS OF THE ETERNAL INEVITABILITY AND THE TRUE GREAT REALITIES-which is I, obviously."]
[Ding!]
[You have been awarded the title: Known by all]
[Description: no one cannot notice you, because your presence screams: "PICK ME! Your aura is inevitable and glorious.]
[Ding!]
[You have been awarded 500 hundred achievement points]
"