[Ding!]
[You have met the requirements to take the next step.]
A soft chime echoed through the Sandbox, rippling across the boundless white expanse like a bell struck within infinity itself.
Esau opened his eyes.
"Great One," he said calmly, though a trace of curiosity lingered beneath his composure. "It says I've met the requirements to take the next step. What does that mean?"
Raziel stood before him, hands behind his back, gaze distant—as though peering through Esau rather than at him.
"Do you remember," Raziel replied, "when I told you I would help you rank up?"
Esau nodded.
"It seems," Raziel continued, "you have fulfilled the conditions."
"So what does that actually mean?" Esau asked again. He disliked half-answers—but with Raziel, patience was not optional.
Raziel exhaled slowly.
"First—when you became my agent, you became a Sovereign."
Esau listened.
"Sovereigns are the intermediary rank between a God and an Omega. They are called temporary ranks—because they represent only half of what is required to ascend."
He turned slightly, the white void bending subtly around him.
"To become an Omega, two requirements must be fulfilled. First: the possession of at least two Authorities. Second: the acquisition of a Domain—whether seized, devoured, inherited, or created."
Raziel's eyes flicked back to Esau.
"You became a Sovereign because you were my agent—and because you possessed two Authorities. The moment you claimed the First Floor as your Domain, you completed the second condition."
A pause.
"That is when you truly became an Omega."
"Oh…" Esau murmured. Understanding settled into place.
"You have not been an Omega for long," Raziel continued. "But now, you understand what you are."
He raised a finger.
"However—this does not end there."
Raziel's tone sharpened.
"Between every absolute rank exists an intermediary. Since you now possess a Law, and more than one transcendent power, you have stepped beyond Omega."
Esau's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You are now a Monarch—the intermediary rank between Omega and Alpha."
"So…" Esau asked evenly, "what do I do now?"
Raziel's gaze hardened.
"Bring out the head of Uphysiel."
Esau did not hesitate.
"Inventory."
Reality folded.
A translucent panel manifested beside him, its interior occupied by a swirling gray-green vortex—spiraling endlessly inward, devouring light and depth alike.
Esau reached into it.
His hand emerged gripping something unmistakable.
A head.
Uphysiel.
The Divine Demon Sovereign.
His face was pallid with death. Ten encircled horns crowned his skull. White hair spilled downward, tangled in Esau's fingers. His eyes—once black-purple and burning with supremacy—were dull, unfocused. He had no nose. No mouth.
Only a severed neck, clean and final.
Esau held the head up by its hair and presented it.
Raziel smiled faintly.
"Good," he said. "Now we go to the Abyss."
"The Abyss?" Esau asked.
"Yes," Raziel replied, amusement flickering through his voice. "But not just any Abyss."
He turned.
"Uphysiel's Domain. The Divine Demon Realm."
Esau did not ask further questions. Ascension was never gentle.
"Great One," he said instead, "how do we get there?"
Raziel paused.
For a fraction of a second, something close to exasperation crossed his face.
Even with all that power… your intelligence stat is still lacking, he thought.
"That," Raziel said aloud, "is not a problem."
He raised his hand.
"Origin Map."
Instantly, a vast holographic construct unfolded before them.
Towering structures. The Tower. Omniverses. Beyonds. Totalities. Origins. Infinities layered upon infinities—everywhere and nowhere at once. Reality reduced to coordinates.
A single pinpoint glowed.
Raziel dragged it.
The map shifted violently—skipping fixtures, bypassing realms, ignoring entire multiverses. Space itself was treated as irrelevant.
The pin landed upon a region of absolute black.
[Location: The Abyss]
Raziel zoomed further.
[Sub-location identified: Uphysiel's Domain — The Divine Demon Realm]
A system prompt appeared.
[Would you like to teleport here?]
"Yes," Raziel commanded calmly."Take Esau and me."
In that single instant, Raziel and Esau were no longer within the Sandbox.
There was no transition. No passage. No journey.
They were already there.
Not at the edge of the Abyss.Not at its threshold.
They stood within the Divine Demon Realm itself—at its very heart.
There was no sun.
Instead, the sky was a vast ocean of condensed universes—compressed so densely they resembled distant stars. Moons spiraled around one another in perfect, celestial orbits, their radiance surpassing suns, surpassing constellations, surpassing any fixture known to creation.
This was both sky and light.
Below them stretched an endless expanse of water—yet it was solid beneath their feet. Water that behaved as ground. Water that reflected reality with cruel precision.
Upon its surface shimmered a lone white-void star, inverted and distant, acting as the bringer of night within this realm.
Raziel surveyed the world.
True Demons roamed freely, unmistakable in their presence. Yet they were not the rulers here.
This realm belonged to Divine Demons.
Countless of them moved through the expanse—walking, running, conversing. The realm was not desolate. It was alive.
Mansions stood beside citadels. Castles rose alongside ancient towers. Streets were lined with structures both arcane and advanced-technology rivalling Earth's, yet imbued with something older, something spiritual, something impossibly ancient.
Civilization flourished.
Raziel's perception expanded—unfurling infinitely.
Far ahead, a colossal estate emerged from the horizon. Towers and spires pierced the spiraling moons themselves, unchallenged by gravity or scale. There were no gates. No barriers.
None were needed.
Yet the realm was in uproar.
Uphysiel had not returned.
Whispers spread. Authority had vanished. A vacuum had formed. Many believed the Sovereign's son would soon ascend and claim dominion.
Others feared something worse.
As Raziel and Esau advanced, demons began to stop.
First, because they were outsiders.Second—because of what they were.
They were beautiful.
Not in a mortal sense—but in a way that violated instinct. Too perfect. Too absolute. Too wrong.
Eyes followed them—confused, hostile, hungry. Lust. Envy. Hatred. Cruelty. Rage.
But never admiration.Never reverence.
There were no succubi here. No lesser fiends.
Only pure demons.
"Let's go," Raziel said, pointing toward the distant estate.
Esau did not walk.
He vanished.
He imagined himself within the estate—and reality complied without resistance.
In the next moment, both of them stood inside.
Divine architecture unfolded around them.
Golden and silver towers grew like eternal trees, their roots embedded in dimensions rather than soil. Mansions, palaces, and castles were fused together into a single, overwhelming structure.
This was the home of Uphysiel—Sovereign of Divine Demons.Ruler of Creation and Destruction.
They stepped inside.
From Raziel's perspective—
It was magnificent.
Crimson-gold carpets lined the vast halls. Arcane inscriptions pulsed faintly within the walls. At the far end of the chamber stood a sacred throne—ancient, regal, and heavy with abandoned authority.
Immediately, a sword tore through the air.
It flew at a terrifying speed—too fast for sound to follow. Its blade was violet, its edge screaming with crimson radiance, a weapon forged for slaughter and sovereignty alike.
It was aimed at Raziel.
Yet—once again—it never reached him.
With a casual motion, almost dismissive, Raziel shifted his hand. The sword veered aside as if reality itself had corrected a mistake. It embedded into a distant pillar and dissolved into sparks of broken law.
Raziel and Esau did not stop walking.
"Who are you?!" a demon roared, his voice echoing through the palace halls.
Raziel offered no answer.
Instead, he merely tilted his head—ever so slightly—toward the surrounding demons.
They collapsed.
No struggle. No resistance. Life extinguished in unison, their bodies striking the floor like discarded husks.
Gasps erupted from those still standing.
"How dare you!" another demon shouted, rage tearing through his voice.
"This is outrageous—Lonear! Kill them all!"
The speaker stepped forward.
Rakisiel.
A True Divine Demon.
Born of the Mother of all True Demons and sired by Uphysiel himself—the Sovereign of all Divine Demons.
Rakisiel was power incarnate. A being who could stand against his father and not be erased. His crimson eyes screamed with lies, hatred, and fury barely restrained. His black hair fell flawlessly, beautiful yet ominous, while his face showed no emotion—save for a subtle twitch that betrayed caution.
Lonear moved.
He lunged forward, twin daggers blazing in his hands—one wreathed in divine fire, the other forged of abyssal water. Dual elements tore reality apart as he advanced.
The hall split visually into two dominions.
On one side—fire that did not burn, but erased.On the other—water that did not give life, but drowned existence itself.
Raziel did nothing.
Esau did not step back.Did not evade.Did not raise a hand.
He simply spoke.
"Die."
And Lonear died.
His form unraveled into nothingness—no scream, no resistance, no afterimage.
"Consume," Esau commanded.
Void-teeth erupted from the space itself, rising like a colossal maw. They swallowed the chamber whole, devouring the remains of Lonear until even the memory of him trembled.
A soft chime echoed.
[You have consumed Lonear.]
[You have consumed his Authority: Duality.]
[You have absorbed his stats, experience, memories, and techniques.]
[You have obtained the Aspect: Primordial Fire & Void of the Waters.]
Raziel smiled.
"Rise."
The nothingness stirred.
Lonear returned.
But he was no longer Lonear.
He was black—blacker than darkness, deeper than void, layered with true-false mirrors, nullity, primordial absolutes, and collapsing reflections. His body was a contradiction: a vortex endlessly devouring itself, from head to toe.
Ten horns emerged.
Each was different.Each was terrifying.
The first were rings of absolute cunning, ever-changing, ever-consuming.The second was a living construct, formless, reshaping itself into desire.The third was a deep void, resembling the end of all things.The fourth was primality itself, the equations and laws governing existence.The fifth was a spiralling vortex, a black hole that killed—and un-killed.The sixth was the desperate hunger of predators, the craving of all things that exist.
The seventh remained hidden.The eighth remained hidden.The ninth remained hidden.The tenth remained hidden.
He had no eyes—yet he saw.No gender. No face. No mouth—yet he breathed, spoke, existed.
He was everywhere and nowhere.Nothing and everything.
Like Arkhoth, he was newborn—vastly powerful, yet ignorant of speech.
But he knew one thing.
The being before him was his master.
"M…Mi-s…r-or…" the entity struggled, its voice distorted, fractured by youth and power."Pls… name… mi…"
Esau looked at him calmly.
"This one shall be called—Primodius."
Time froze.
Not slowed.Not halted by force.
It simply ceased, as if the universe itself had been instructed to wait.
A chime rang—soft, absolute.
[Ding!]
[A new agent has been registered.]
The world did not resume while the notification existed. Reality itself held its breath.
[AGENT STATUS]
[Name: Primodius]
[Age: 0]
[Existence Classification: Pre-???????? Entity / ?????????]
[Binding: This agent is bound to you.]
[Type: Will / ????? / ????]
[Class: The ????]
[Origin: ???????]
[State: ???????]
[Family: ?????]
[Existence: ????????]
[Aspects: ???? / ???? / ????? / ?????????]
[Rank: ??????????]
[Power Level: Scales with Raziel's imagination.]
[Initiate: Untouchable]
[Description:
Entity of ?????.
Face of ???????.
Arbiter, creator, destroyer.
Fire. Breath. Thought of ???????????.]
[Elements]
[Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Lightning, Light, Darkness, Matter, Energy, Blood, Void, Space, Time, Soul, Imagination, Existence, Anti, Null, Non, Life, Death, Reality, Singularity, Gravity, Chaos, Null, Anti, Non, War, Order, Law, Causality, Balance, Narratives, Causality, Nothingness, Nanities, Sand, Chronite, ??????, Negation, Irreversibility, Finality, ??????.]
[Traits]
[Infinite Stamina — This agent cannot tire. Eternity does not exhaust it.]
[Non-Existence of Pain, Death, or Self — Body, soul, spirit, and identity are irrelevant to this agent.]
[No Cooldown — All abilities are permanently available. No delay. No recovery. No limitation.]
[Infinite Regeneration — Destruction is meaningless. Erasure is temporary. Oblivion is irrelevant.]
[Omni-Eternal Adaptation —Infinite evolution. This agent adapts instantly, surpasses endlessly, and evolves continuously—every second, nanosecond, yoctosecond, or pre-second. If it perceives you, it has already exceeded you. Does not apply to Raziel.]
[Absolute Loyalty — This agent cannot resent, defy, or betray you. The concept does not exist within it.]
[???]
[???]
[?]
[????]
[???]
[??????]
....Many more
[Initiate Traits]
[CONSUME · DESTROY · DEVOUR · NULL · ERASE · RULE · PRE · ORIGIN · ?]
[ART: None]
[Skills: None]
[Techniques: None]
[Concepts: None]
[Embodiments: None]
[Totalities: None]
[Essences: None]
[Laws: None]
The notification vanished the instant Raziel finished reading.
Time resumed.
"Primodius," Raziel commanded calmly, "stand."
Immediately, Primodius rose.
There was no hesitation.No adjustment.No learning curve.
"Kill all of them."
The command did not echo.
It defined.
Primodius took one step.
Then he was no longer where he had been.
He appeared behind Rakisiel.
Rakisiel reacted instantly—he was not weak. He had anticipated danger. He had prepared.
A jagged sword of condensed darkness materialised in his hand. With a practised horizontal strike—footwork refined over billions of years—he cleaved forward.
The barrier protecting the estate was split in two.
Rakisiel struck again, sidestepping, chaining motion into motion.
But it was already over.
The moment Primodius had seen him—
He had adapted.
Primodius did not block. Did not evade. Did not counter.
He raised his hand.
And brought it down.
The estate itself was severed—palaces, towers, divine structures split cleanly in half, collapsing into silence.
Only the throne remained.
Rakisiel was divided.
His body was separated vertically. Golden-red blood spilled outward, pooling across the fractured floor.
No skill.
No technique.
No art.
Only the inevitability of death.
Esau watched.
Then sighed.
He had come here to fulfil the next requirement. Only for someone to steal his spotlight.