Painful groans.

Breathless cries of pleasure.

Within the bright church, they echoed like the chanting of someone facing a wall in prayer.

Those once-holy murals looked on.

In the flickering candlelight, the saints' images on the walls took on an eerily strange quality—

as though the Lord Himself were weeping.

…

Time passed.

Laura's rasping voice sounded:

"Master… are you satisfied?"

Rei Ao glanced at her. Within his iridescent pupils flickered a terrifying brilliance. He tipped her smooth chin upward with one finger.

"It's passable. But next time, if you learn to act more like a dog, I might be even more pleased."

"Yes, my Master."

Laura was docile in a way nothing like a high archbishop of the Church. Soon, Rei Ao's figure began to turn transparent. As he vanished completely, the tremendous pressure in the prayer room suddenly eased.

"—"

Laura forced herself to her feet, trembling.

Looking at the runes now permanently etched on her skin, she gave a wry, complicated smile.

"What a… formidable master I've encountered…"

…

Iridescent light flowed across the city sky, shifting like an aurora. Rei Ao stood atop the church, his black hair fluttering amidst the energy storm. Rainbow-colored eyes reflected a fractured sky.

He had just finished his "in-depth exchange" with Laura; a sense of satisfaction coursed through his body. Gotta admit, the archbishop was indeed quite… satisfying.

"All right," he murmured to himself, not getting lost in lingering warmth. His fingertip sliced the empty air, and a rift tore open. The world's barriers were as fragile as thin paper before him.

This was a realm even Magic Gods struggled to reach—direct contact with the source code of the world.

As the rift widened, streams of seven-colored light poured out. In the blink of an eye, he was in a place of utter void, facing a glowing orb shimmering like a galaxy.

Right then:

Eight rifts tore open the emptiness.

1. From the first rift, an endless star-river surged forth, condensing into the form of a strangely-dressed woman. Each step she took gave birth to a new galaxy beneath her feet.

"What an unpleasant disturbance," Niang-Niang chuckled, flipping open her fan. In that instant, it was as though entire worlds were being born and destroyed within it.

2. From the second rift, torrents of intertwined lava and ice gushed out. Nephthys, clad in monk-like robes, emerged—her left eye aflame like the sun, her right eye frozen as a glacier.

"You who destroy the balance of worlds… deserve heaven's punishment." Her voice resonated from past, present, and future all at once.

3. From the third rift, ten million golden lotuses bloomed. High Priest appeared, seated atop a lotus dais, with eighty-four thousand Buddha images looming behind him.

"Amitabha… The path you tread, young one, invites catastrophe." He sighed, and every script in every religious text began twisting and reshaping.

4. From the fourth rift echoed roaring gears. Proserpina drove a chariot forged of causal chains, rending space as she advanced. Within each turn of its wheels, countless parallel-world images flashed and died.

"Interesting. Someone actually broke through the barrier we set."

5. From the fifth rift poured pure blackness. A corpse-like figure emerged, opening her mouth to swallow all light into her endless abyss.

"Huuh…" That single guttural syllable trembled through the void.

6. The sixth rift glowed white as the monstrous Chimera, bearing twelve pairs of wings, descended. Each feather was inscribed with the genetic code of a different species.

"The world's barrier is in shreds…" Its pupils split into tens of thousands of compound eyes, all focused on Rei Ao.

7. From the seventh rift came a baby's wail. Tezcatlipoca manifested in fetal form, curled within a womb of blood, its umbilical cord connecting to the void.

8. The eighth rift tore open with thunder. A girl wearing an eyepatch over her right eye and a tall witch's hat stepped through—Othinus—staring at Rei Ao with her single green eye, saying nothing.

Eight Magic Gods.

Eight calamity-class auras manifested simultaneously. Under the compression of their phases, the matter in the void began quantumizing—sometimes condensing into crystals, sometimes disassembling into data streams.

Rei Ao's rainbow pupils flicked over the Magic Gods, a faint smile curling his mouth.

"What a lively welcome party."

Niang-Niang froze mid-wave of her fan.

"You newborn little creature, how'd you tear through the world's source barrier? That should be impossible."

"Impossible?" Rei Ao chuckled. "Maybe for you all."

He'd already mastered the fundamentals of countless worlds—breaking through a world's barrier was practically routine for him. Plus, he wielded a Magic God's pinnacle power, making such a feat unsurprising.

But evidently, smashing the barrier to seize this world's source had attracted the notice of these Magic Gods—eight of them, each bearing immense power.

High Priest's golden lotuses turned collectively toward Rei Ao.

"You carry none of a Magic God's karmic cycle, yet surpass a Magic God's power… This is illogical."

Nephthys cast a beam of space-time from her eyes in keen interest.

"Let us test your qualifications!"

That beam alone was enough to vaporize a continent, but as soon as it neared Rei Ao within three meters, it dissolved into basic particles.

Seeing this made the Magic Gods' eyes narrow.

"Save your energy."

Rei Ao stepped forward, invisible steps forming beneath his feet regardless of physics.

"I'm not here to fight—unless you insist on getting in my way."

An uneasy silence gripped them. For the first time, the eight Magic Gods hesitated. They could sense that behind this apparently young figure lay a force so overwhelming even they, Magic Gods, quaked in dread.

Proserpina pulled her chariot back half a step.

"Then what do you want?"

Rei Ao was already at the source of the world. The swirling primal code reflected in his iridescent eyes.

"To become the one and only."

He touched the source with his fingertips.

"If you insist on stopping me, feel free to try."

Boom!!!

Heaven and earth roiled. The void broke down into streams of binary data, then reassembled into countless glowing geometric shapes. All magic fundamentals began reconstructing, physical laws rewriting.

The eight Magic Gods all wore grim faces. They felt their very foundational existence trembling.

"No way! He's rewriting the world's base composition!"

Chimera's wings fell out and regrew repeatedly.

Even though they were Magic Gods, none of them made a move to attack—some inner sense warned them that to move would mean death, even for beings known as Magic Gods.

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