Several months passed since the great war.

Exactly 6 month since the first killing event came to an end, and since then, the warp had gone completely silent.

No new announcements.

No sign of what the next event might be.

Not even a whisper...

And truth be told, no one was particularly surprised.

The warp wasn’t known for consistency. Not in its timing, not in its structure, not even in its rules.

Especially after the world's fate was changed, numerous common lords went on to the global chat to seek answers.

Then, those who knew simply spilled the truth for them.

"This trial ground isn't exactly a trial ground any longer"

"The fate of this world has been spared from destruction"

"Whatever comes next, would be unknown"

The only pattern, if you could call it that, was the fact that the first event was always the same: The Killing Event.

Universally acknowledged, universally dreaded by all lords.

After that? Everything turned to chaos. Some events came a week later, some dragged out for months.

Others seemed to skip altogether, only to slam into the world without warning. It was unpredictable. Vast. Just like the infinite space of the warp itself.

So far, the only things that kept people sane were the records left behind by those lords who passed their trials and returned to their homeworld to spread the information.

And when people said “human world,” they didn’t mean Earth.

They meant the sprawling network of human empires, dominions, and scattered territories stretched across the warp’s maddening dimensions.

From great walled cities that floated in void space, to desert kingdoms protected by gods made of stone, to tiny nomadic sects riding on the backs of celestial turtles, that was the human world.

Over time, a rough system formed. Not just for lords, but for Awakeners too.

And it was all built on fragments of knowledge, word-of-mouth rumors, and war-scarred records passed down between those who lived through the madness, the trial ground.

Still, only a fraction had ever made it to the final wave of the first event.

Descendants of ancient monsters or reincarnated beings from long-forgotten realities.

People who were already monsters before the trial even began.

Some were just born that way. Freakishly talented, absurdly lucky.

But Liam… he didn’t quite fit into any of those molds.

He wasn’t born into power. He wasn’t a reincarnation. And he sure as hell wasn’t chosen by some grand celestial beast before birth.

And yet, here he was.

For most lords, breaking through to Tier 3 strength by the end of the trial was considered an incredible feat.

Some of them had armies, ancient legacies, and a dozen artifacts handed down from their families backing them, and they still barely made it.

A rare few, absolute prodigies, managed to crawl up to Tier 4 or 5 by the time the trial closed.

They were the ones with broken systems or supernatural professions that let them punch way above their weight class.

But then… there was a tier beyond even that.

The impossible class.

The 0.0001%. The monsters walking the divine path. Lords whose powers let them shatter the ceiling between realms and fight like something out of a myth.

They were the kind of lords you heard about in whispered stories, the kind you’d be lucky (or unlucky) to see even once in your entire life.

Most wouldn’t.

Most never would.

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As for the current situation

Mize?

She was still out cold, deep in a slumber inside the castle.

Being so paranoid, Liam created a whole large palace under the ground, made out of a special material that possessed a healing effect on a human body.

In the center, it was a bed made out of strange glowing jade, another thing he added that also possessed it's own incredible healing property.

Then, floating over it, resting inside a gentle cocoon of light with her hands over her stomach, and her eyes closed, was Mize.

Ever since the final wave ended, Liam hadn’t spared a single thought for the announcements that followed.

Not the unlocking of world chat, not the notices, not even the lofty system messages that usually got his attention.

The only thing on his mind was Mize.

The moment she collapsed, Liam scooped her up and rushed her back to the castle without hesitation.

And then began his frantic attempts to fix it.

Potions.

Healing spells.

Even sacrifices.

He pulled every string the system offered, burned through resources, and shattered rules if needed.

But days crawled by, then stretched into weeks, and she still wouldn’t wake up.

Each passing day felt heavier than the last. Watching her lie there, completely unresponsive, took a toll on him.

It was like being punched in the soul over and over again.

He barely spoke anymore. That usual half-smirk he always carried? Gone.

His expression had hardened into something colder. Grim.

Overtime, he became colder and colder. Ruthless, one mistakes from those who served him was granted not an immediate death, but something far worse.

He hadn't smiled once since.

But he didn’t let that slow him down.

With the three True Kings from Mize’s camp stepping into the ministry cabinet, Liam fully took the reins of the territory’s operation.

And now? The machine moved under his hand.

With the addition of a newly appointed general, he now had four solid generals under his command. That, combined with the True Kings’ support, let him push through the reforms he’d quietly planned during the lull.

First step: he overhauled the territory’s governing structure. Scholars, talented Awakeners, city planners, anyone capable and loyal, he brought them in and gave them roles.

The cabinet was reshaped from the ground up.

And then, two new cities were founded.

One for the Broken Blade Legion, Green Giant City, a place tailored for their needs, sprawling and fortified.

The other? Holy Light City, built to house the Church.

The relocation order came as a surprise to Harapan.

It was Elias who delivered it, calmly and professionally.

And once Harapan understood the deeper reasoning behind it, he accepted it without resistance.

Liam didn’t want chaos festering under his roof.

With tensions between the Church and the Broken Blade Legion already bubbling, splitting them into different cities was the only logical move.

The conflict wasn’t mild, after all.

The True Kings constantly threw shade at the Church, dismissing Harapan’s title as First Saint.

In their eyes, they alone were ‘untainted by original impurities,’ and thus, the only ones worthy of the title ‘saints’, or ‘angels.’

Without Mize’s presence, both factions started making quiet moves of their own.

But Harapan knew better than to start a fight. He wasn’t strong enough, not yet.

Thankfully, Mize’s clone inside the Church kept the peace. Titrus lent his support from time to time, keeping the balance from tipping.

At one point, the clone confronted the True Kings, demanding an explanation. She got one, but couldn’t make a decision. So, she waited.

Just like everyone else, she was hoping the true Mize would wake up soon.

Meanwhile, the Church didn’t go idle just because they’d been relocated.

If anything, Harapan doubled down. The second, third, and the fourth batch of Holy Knights had just completed recruitment, reinforcing the ranks that had grown thin.

His plan?

Spread the Holy Knights across the territory’s cities and let them hunt the growing monster threat, Raksasa, before it reached uncontrollable levels.

That was the mission Mize gave him after all.

And he was right to be worried.

The monsters were getting bolder. Their numbers outside the territory, in those human cities, were swelling, and it was only a matter of time before they poured in.

The real headache?

Harapan had barely a few thousand Holy Knights left in active duty.

Sure, the divine gift they received helped them grow stronger faster than most Awakeners… but the burden that came with it was massive.

Half the first batch had died already. Mauled by monsters, torn apart in ambushes, broken by the horrors inside.

Still, those who survived? They were no longer rookies.

They’d turned into elite Raksasa-hunters. They’d survived the worst this past month had thrown at them.

But as the third month rolled in, Harapan spotted something new.

The monsters were adapting.

No longer lone predators, they’d started working in groups, smart ones.

They'd figured out the Church’s tactics, and the old lies Harapan used to mask the Church’s weaknesses.

And the Raksasa were getting braver.

Slam!

"The audacity!" a deep voice boomed as an elder struck the long table with his palm.

Around the oval-shaped council table, four other elders turned to him, their expressions grim but unsurprised.

"Those monsters are getting out of control!" the elder snapped. His tone shook with fury.

"The closest city has already sounded the alarm. The city lord couldn't enter the castle to seek for aid and could only turn to us for help"

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"However"

"Dozens of innocent villages disappeared! Our holy knights discovered those beasts traces!"

"How many innocent lives must be sacrificed before we could eradicate them fully!"

Humph!

Boom!

A wave of power burst from him as his aura flared across the room.

The others didn’t flinch. They understood.

This was the Elder Council of the Church. All five of them now resided in the newly constructed Holy Light Church, grander, fortified, and located far from the main city in the new city, just over a hundred kilometers away.

Why so far?

Because that city, Holy Light City, sat close to the border. The goal was probably to relieve the flow of people entering the territory to fill these two cities first before the main city.

In just six months, the population of the holy light alone had ballooned to nearly a million people.

That rate? Totally abnormal.

But it made sense. Liam had begun relocating entire villages into the territory, accelerating growth like never before.

The population exploded like a balloon on the edge of bursting.

Even the Giant Green City, their numbers nearly matched that of the church’s new city now.

As for the main city?

It was closing in on 5 million people.

Population wasn’t the issue anymore. Precisely like how Mize wanted, and Liam.. fulfilled it in her absence.