CHAPTER 734: IMPROVING THE ENTIRE WORLD

Although the rise to the Higher Dimension was known to be perilous, it was also filled with boundless opportunity.

The Depravitas and Overlord understood the gravity of the moment. Once Terra ascended to the same existential plane as titanic realms like Graecia or Valhalla, its natural Laws would evolve, its energy would grow denser and more refined, and its potential would surge beyond anything previously possible.

The flora and fauna would begin to transform, breaking through evolutionary limits that had once bound them. The natural bottlenecks that had halted the world’s spiritual and physical progress would shatter. The Level System itself would realign to the new, elevated reality of the world, making it easy for Warriors and Mages to rise to higher cultivation realms.

Then, without any warning, the mark on Vlad’s forehead—the ancient sigil designating him as a World King Candidate—began to glow. The light pulsed brighter and brighter until it was blinding. A powerful vibration resonated through his entire being as his Soul Dimension trembled under the pressure of sudden evolution.

Jormungandr, Fafnir, Ouroboros, and Overlord turned to Vlad in shock as the golden seed nestled deep within his soul began to mutate. Its form twisted and grew until it no longer resembled a seed at all—but rather a radiant golden crown forged from pure Origin Power.

The crown hovered above his head, gleaming like a celestial artifact. Its presence caused the air to warp and the surrounding energy to ripple, connecting him to the very heart of the planet.

The other Depravitas stood in awe, unable to speak as they witnessed the transformation taking place. Vlad had not merely become stronger—he had become Terra’s King, the soul-chosen anchor of its World Will.

Vlad, however, no longer saw them. His mind was elsewhere, flooded by visions and information. Terra, completing its cosmic journey to the Higher Dimension, had recognized him as its sovereign spirit and opened itself to him fully.

His consciousness expanded beyond the physical, stretching across every mountain, every river, every village and city, seeing every man, woman, and child all at once. He was no longer merely an individual—he had become a facet of the world itself.

"Omniscience..." he thought.

It was the only word he could form to describe the sensation of being one with the World Will. The flow of knowledge—spiritual, historical, emotional—rushed into his soul with overwhelming momentum. And yet, despite its sheer magnitude, it felt nurturing rather than destructive. It was like standing in the middle of a raging storm and being untouched by its chaos.

All across Terra, the ground shook. Oceans churned. Storms gathered with supernatural intensity. Normally, such cataclysmic upheaval would have resulted in mass casualties—buildings collapsing, cities flooding, lives lost in panic. But Overlord had planned for this moment.

Reinforcements had been embedded into every structure. Automated systems ensured power remained stable. Emergency shelters opened seamlessly, absorbing citizens into safe zones. Entire transportation and communication networks shifted into contingency mode. No one was left unprotected.

And so, while the world seemed to crack apart on the surface, the people within it remained safe.

The sky above transformed into a canvas of cosmic phenomena. An overwhelming aurora of celestial light danced across the heavens—brilliant waves of color formed from Terra’s movement across countless dimensional layers. This wasn’t the stars moving. It was the world itself, rising higher through space and reality.

Hours passed. The tremors only grew stronger, and the ocean storms reached monstrous proportions. The people of Terra, though frightened, remained secure, held within the protective grasp of their world’s ascension.

Then, it happened.

"CRACK!!!!"

The sound split the air like a divine thunderclap, echoing across the world with such force that even those deep underground felt it in their bones. It was as though a cosmic shell had broken—an ancient barrier that had stood for billions of years, now finally shattered.

The tremors ceased.

The oceans calmed.

From every corner of the world, people emerged. They stepped out of shelters and peered through windows, gazing upward. But what they saw was not the star-strewn sky they had always known.

Instead, there was a maelstrom of living color—ribbons of energy, vast rivers of power flowing through the void around them. Terra was no longer in a universe defined by silence and emptiness between planets. It now resided in a higher plane, a realm where space itself teemed with primal forces, celestial beasts, and chaotic entities from beyond the veil.

And still, this was only the beginning.

Less than a minute after Terra completed its ascension, golden light poured in from every direction of the void. It wasn’t light from stars or suns—it was the Gift of the Universe, the blessing granted to every new realm that reached the Higher Dimensions.

Waves upon waves of pure golden force, the highest quality in existence, flooded into Terra. The people below could see it—shimmering tides rolling across the sky, descending like golden rain.

Most were mystified by the display, but Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir immediately understood what was happening. Their time in the Land of the Three Calamities had taught them this: whenever a world successfully evolved into a new realm, the Universe granted it a one-time boon. A sacred ocean of Origin Power would descend to empower the world’s foundation.

Normally, the World Will would accept this gift and use it to forge a Crystal Wall—a divine barrier to keep foreign invaders out, securing the newborn realm’s sovereignty. It was a moment of universal recognition and protection.

And that was exactly what Terra’s World Will began to do.

The origin tides surged toward the planet, surrounding it with golden mist. Within moments, a colossal formation began taking shape—a crystalline shield of breathtaking beauty and unimaginable durability.

But just as the process began—

A voice echoed across existence.

"Stop."

If it had been anyone else, the World Will would not have even acknowledged their presence. Countless voices had called out to it across the ages, yet most were ignored—mere whispers in the void. But the one speaking now was not just anyone.

He was the World King.

Vlad stood tall, his golden crown of Origin Power gleaming above his head. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, reflected the certainty of one who had transcended fear. When he spoke, his voice thundered with power, conviction, and absolute authority.

"A Crystal Wall will protect us from most enemies—yes," he said, his gaze directed toward the heavens. "It may keep those within the Legendary Realm at bay. But it will do nothing to prevent the approach of a Lord!"

His words struck like lightning. The ambient energy froze. The vast ocean of Origin Power that had begun coalescing to form the Crystal Wall came to an abrupt halt, as if pausing to listen. The World Will, vast and ancient, hesitated at the command of its chosen sovereign.

The True Depravita of Wrath inhaled slowly, grounding himself in the moment. He could feel the pulse of the world beneath his feet, feel the stillness in the air. His resolve only grew stronger.

"I am already capable of butchering Legends," he continued. "And now, with your strength surging through my soul, there is nothing in the Legendary Realm that can challenge us."

With that declaration, Vlad released his cultivation base. A tide of raw power surged outward from him, flooding the surrounding space with brilliance. A sea of psychic power danced across the sky, and the pressure in the air grew so dense it seemed to weigh upon time itself. This was no ordinary breakthrough—this was a revelation.

It was proof.

Letting the World Will witness the magnitude of his growth, Vlad continued, voice unwavering.

"Instead of building a shield against enemies I have already surpassed, we should use this gift—this Origin Power—to strengthen you."

He raised his arm toward the frozen torrent of divine energy hovering in the sky.

"Channel this energy not into defense, but into ascension. Evolve. Become so powerful that when our souls join in battle, even the Lords will hesitate. Let them fear us—not the other way around."

A deep hum pulsed through the world, reverberating in the mountains, the oceans, and the skies. The Origin Power, once stagnant, began to shimmer again—not with the structure of a wall, but with the rhythm of awakening.

The World Will heard his words. And it understood.

From the planet’s very core, a profound desire surged—an ancient instinct for growth and evolution that had slept for eons. For the World Will, progress was everything. It had always longed to evolve, to climb beyond its limitations, to carry its people and its lands into ever-greater realms of existence.

The Crystal Wall was a safeguard, yes—but only a tool. A way to buy time. A necessary defense, perhaps, for a weaker world. But with a king like Vlad, whose might could already stand against the strongest of adversaries, the calculus changed.

Why build a wall to repel threats already conquered?

Why not forge a blade that could cleave through new ones?