After a moment, Raziel spoke.
"Now… it is time for the plans to begin," Raziel said, his voice calm but resonating through every corner of the chamber.
"What do you mean by plans, Great One?" Esau asked, curiosity lacing his tone.
Raziel turned slowly to face the group. Every being present—agents, facets, was now watching his every movement, every infinitesimal gesture, every word as if it were law.
"It is simple," Raziel replied. "Before we ascend to the next floor, there are a few things I wish to accomplish. I want my presence to be known throughout the Tower—across every world, every universe, every civilisation, every continent. I want to be everywhere… and nowhere."
"And your first plan?" Esau asked.
"To become the richest man in the Tower," Raziel said calmly.
Esau's brow furrowed. "If that is so… how may I assist you, Great One?"
"Esau, you and I share a shop, like every transcender." Raziel began. "The only difference is the scale of currency. I possess unlimited currency. Everything I desire—needed, unnecessary, never needed or wanted—is already in my shop. Unlimited stock. Unlimited items. Infinite supply."
He paused, letting his words sink in.
"I will create a market," Raziel continued, "both physical and online. You may call it… Amazon, A if you like—but mine will never run out of stock. Every item conceivable, every resource imaginable, will be available. Delivery will be faster, more efficient, more secure than any auction, system, or universe—whether here in the Lobby, or on Earth. Searching for what you desire will no longer be an ordeal. This is my first plan."
Esau nodded slowly. "Then… how should we begin?"
Raziel lifted his hand. To him, it appeared ordinary. But to the others… nothing could be seen. even Esau, Primodius, Ciel and Arkhoth. Except for Shinji and Kami, who noticed a single dot—infinitely beyond, smaller than an electron, smaller than a proton—hovering impossibly in the air. Too small to be measured, yet it existed.
From the dot, a being formed.
[Primity — Created]
[Name: Primity — System Assigned]
[Age: 0]
[Aspects: ??????????]
[Form: ???]
[State: ????]
[Title: The First Primity]
[Role: Richest Man in the Tower, and ?????]
[Class: Pre-Primord-Origin-All / ??????????]
[Existence Classification: Primity]
[Power Level: Scales with Raziel's imagination]
[Initiate: ????, ????, ????, ??]
[Note: As a Primity, this being infinitely transcends all Agents, ??????, ?]
The Primity simply existed. Words could not describe it. It was all white… and all black. All tall… and all short. It was everything and nothing. Imagination itself recoiled.
The Facets trembled instinctively. All Agents—the Dominion Agents(Primordius, Arkhoth, Ciel) and the Primed Ones (Esau, Michael, and others)—lowered their eyes to the ground. Raziel observed silently, noting each reaction.
"Take form," Raziel commanded.
The Primity's presence shifted. Its chaotic, incomprehensible state resolved into a coherent body. Silver hair flowed like liquid light, golden eyes glimmered with calculated purpose, and a lean, graceful figure stood before the assembly.
The Primity knelt, one hand on the ground, one knee lowered—a gesture of perfect submission.
"You already know your assignment," Raziel said. "You will be in charge of Plan One."
He paused, his gaze sweeping the chamber, the space folding around him.
"As for how you will begin…"
The entire Sandbox shifted. Reality bent and folded, and suddenly, they were back in the Lobby.
But no one was around. Only trees, bushes, and grass stretched endlessly, yet the space felt impossibly empty, as if reality itself were holding its breath.
Suddenly, a building materialised. A small house—ordinary at first glance—stood before them: four windows, a brown door, a brick roof, white walls.
The door swung open. And as they stepped through, the interior expanded into infinity. White emptiness stretched beyond comprehension. No ceilings, no walls, no front—only the back, the door through which they had entered.
[Filling Primity with designated knowledge…]
[Done.]
Primity, standing beside Raziel, raised a hand as it absorbed the knowledge of the Great System.
Shelves materialised—endless shelves, rising in rows and columns, staircases ascending toward incomprehensible heights. Sections and headings formed, dividing the infinity into layers: by value, by desperation, by power, by level, by importance. Infinite divisions appeared, each housed in an infinite white expanse, each doorway marked with captions. The ground transformed into golden tiles etched with silver runes. The air pulsed with energy—mana, qi, and other energies. The shelves themselves decorated in ways both ancient and ineffably beautiful.
Then, items began to populate the space. Weapons appeared in the weapon section, books in the book section, building materials in the housing section. A search bar hovered a few feet from Primity and Raziel—a simple interface made tangible, the Shop of Raziel given form.
[A Verse has been made]
[Verse: Shop]
[Rank: ?]
[Type: ?]
[Form: ?]
[Power Level: Dependent on Raziel's imagination]
[????: ??????]
[Description: The Shop—given form, realm, domain, dimension, and body. It contains all and nothing. Anyone may shop or gain from it—but always at a price.]
Raziel read the system with palpable joy, his eyes alight. He gave Primity a thumbs-up. Primity smiled back, awkward yet affectionate, like a newborn responding to praise.
"Announce it throughout the Lobby," Raziel said. "Make Primity the overseer of this realm. Give it knowledge, authority… and a human name: Dominus ÆLNOÛS."
Raziel added casually, "Not the same meaning, but he shall be seen as my brother."
And for reasons no one could explain, every being present suddenly bristled with hostility, their killing intent shifting sharply toward Dominus. Yet Dominus did not care. Not one flicker of reaction.
[Yes, Great One.]
[Sending it to the Lobby and beyond…]
[Done.]
Notifications erupted across every system, every network, every conscious perception in the Tower. Every being—alive, dead, or existing in forms beyond comprehension—received it.
-DREAM-
Michael stared blankly at the screen in front of him.
[World Notice!]
[A new shop has appeared]
[Demarch: Dominus ÆLNOÛS]
A shop? That's… good, he thought, a small smile forming. But his eyes flicked to the Demarch's name—the surname ÆLNOÛS.
He froze. His hand loosened around the towel he had been gripping during training. Beasts had been his focus moments ago, but now all thought abandoned him.
Since when… did Raziel have a brother?
The notice was not limited to Michael.
Sariel, the Headmaster, the Primordial King, Esau's father—all saw it. Every living being, every entity, every creeping, crawling consciousness on Earth and beyond saw it.
And in every mind, the same questions arose:
For those who did not know him:
"Who is he?"
For those who recognised him as a potential threat:
"Interesting…"
For those who knew Raziel:
"Since when did Raziel have a brother?"
Confusion, curiosity, and cautious awe spread through the Tower like wildfire. Yet at the centre of it all, Dominus ÆLNOÛS remained unaffected, his presence a calm, impenetrable void.