CHAPTER 962: SHIPS FROM VALHALLA

As the power of the planetary formation converged into the Xaos Tower, it merged with the endless streams of Divine Power produced by the prayers of the Xaos Faith. The tower itself trembled under the magnitude of the convergence, glowing like a second sun upon Terra’s surface.

Overlord raised his hand.

A golden portal spiraled into existence before him. But what emerged this time was not a god weapon, but a creature, colossal and terrible, nearly the size of an island.

Its body was covered in scales so black they seemed to devour light, each one carved with markings that pulsed faintly with the corruption of the Abyss. Golden chains, etched with divine runes, bound its limbs and pierced into its skull, sealing both body and soul.

Even restrained, the creature’s presence made the air quake. The aura of the Abyss bled from its form like poison smoke, twisting the light around it. Its eyes burned with hatred and rage, locked on Overlord.

Those who saw it all stood frozen in astonishment, and with reason.

It was a Lord of the Abyss.

The capture of such a being was a straightforward but extremely dangerous task. The Abyss was not like Hell, which at least possessed hierarchy and law. The Abyss was chaos incarnate, infinite, ever-changing, and hostile even to its own denizens. To track and capture one of its Lords required unimaginable precision, patience, and power.

Overlord, of course, had achieved it. He bore faint wounds for his effort—proof that even he had been tested—but his eyes remained calm, emotionless.

Without a word, the A.I. Chip Clone opened his hand, and the Lord of the Abyss was hurled into the blazing core of Divine Power.

The effect was immediate.

Agony unlike any other tore through the skies. The Demon Lord’s body began to melt, not as flesh, but as Law. His power, his essence, even his concept of existence—everything that made him a Lord—was devoured and purified by the golden sphere.

The tower roared like a star awakening.

Light burst forth in a wave that engulfed the horizon, the power of the formation tripling in strength. Energy cascaded downward through the planetary lines, nourishing every particle of the world below.

"RUMBLE!!!!"

The ground quaked violently. Mountains groaned and rivers split apart. But instead of fear, awe filled the hearts of those who watched.

Vlad and the other True Depravitas stood silently, their eyes reflecting the divine spectacle as Terra itself began to grow.

Its oceans widened, swallowing the empty lands between continents. Its crust expanded, and its forests multiplied—sprouting vast, luminous jungles that stretched farther than sight could reach. The very air thickened with energy, each breath saturated with the essence of evolution.

Terra was changing—ascending into a higher state of being.

Hours turned to days, and days to weeks.

No one complained. None wished for the process to end.

Every moment of Terra’s evolution was an opportunity for growth, not just for the planet, but for its children. Those attuned to the Laws could feel the transformation resonating through their souls.

Vlad, Freya, Jormungandr, Fafnir, Ouroboros, Overlord, and many more attuned themselves fully, allowing their beings to harmonize with the shifting Laws. The essence of creation itself passed through them, refining their power, deepening their connection to existence.

For thirty-nine days, the evolution continued. The planet consumed all remaining energy from the sacrificed demons and the fallen Abyssal Lord, along with oceans of Divine Power. The tremors slowly lessened as equilibrium returned, and a new silence fell over the world.

When the radiance finally faded, the True Depravitas opened their eyes.

Power surged through them.

Their auras glowed with newfound brilliance, their potential refined.

Vlad raised his gaze to the firmament, his eyes wide with wonder. The curvature of the world had changed—the distance between ground and firmament had multiplied many times over.

"It’s... almost as vast as the Zanis Homeworld," he murmured.

Even for him, the sight was staggering.

Without hesitation, Vlad turned to the others. "Let’s confirm it."

The True Depravitas nodded, merging their powers into him. In an instant, the fusion was complete.

Dark wings erupted from Vlad’s back, spreading wide like the shadow of a god. Five eyes opened upon his forehead—four of Sin, one of Quantum. Energy radiated from his form, distorting the sky itself.

He vanished.

To mortal eyes, he became a streak of darkness that blazed across the heavens like a shooting star, moving faster than light. The others waited silently, feeling the faint tremors of his passage ripple through the Laws themselves.

Ten minutes passed before the light returned.

Vlad reappeared, the fusion fading as he descended with a wide smile.

The faces of the other Depravitas mirrored his awe.

Even traveling at light speed, it had taken him ten full minutes to circle the planet. The scale of Terra was now immense—its landmass, oceans, and sky expanded beyond all previous limits.

And the world was alive.

Every continent teemed with energy. Mountains sparkled with condensed spirit crystals, rivers flowed with energy-rich water, and vast ecosystems flourished in perfect balance. The planet could now sustain trillions of lives without straining its resources.

Vlad’s lips curled into a smile. "This will accelerate our growth beyond anything before. And make our task as Core Commercial Agent much easier."

But even as he spoke, he knew that was only the beginning.

Taking a deep breath, Vlad spread his arms.

At once, Terra responded.

The world’s energy surged toward him, streaming into his veins and soul. He felt Origin Power flooding every part of his being, his strength rising exponentially with each heartbeat. The sensation was overwhelming, like holding a sun within his chest.

He could now fight the Lords of the Abyss and Hell on equal footing, even without aid. Terra itself had become his fortress, a living engine that amplified his might.

Freya smiled softly beside him, sensing his rising aura. "You’ve become even more dangerous," she teased.

"Not dangerous," Vlad replied, his voice calm but edged with pride. "Prepared."

Their laughter faded as both turned toward the distance, their eyes sharpening.

The expansion of Terra had rewritten the geography of the world. Cities had been shattered, mountains displaced, entire ecosystems remade. Yet none despaired. Under the flawless coordination of Overlord, reconstruction began immediately.

Across Terra, soldiers, engineers, and mages worked in perfect synchronization. Cities rose once more—grander, stronger, and more harmonious than before.

Forests teeming with Monsters were isolated into massive sanctuaries, allowing creatures to roam freely without endangering civilians. Energy grids ran beneath the earth, ensuring abundance and safety for every settlement.

One day, Vlad was using his psychic power to shape colossal skyscrapers, structures that once would have taken months to build. Now, he could create dozens in a single day.

The Xaos Kingdom was not merely recovering—it was ascending.

Vlad smiled as he watched it all unfold, feeling pride and purpose mingle in his chest. Growth—true, unending growth—was what defined the Kingdom of Xaos.

But then, his expression shifted.

His eyes glowed, their vision piercing the boundaries of the world. The air around him grew still.

Through the void beyond the atmosphere, he saw movement—massive ships gliding through the Void Between Worlds. And on their hulls burned a symbol he knew all too well.

The mark of Valhalla.