Above the city's skyscrapers, light condensed in an unnatural manner, opening a rift akin to a dimensional tear. Suddenly, **Shikama Doji** emerged amidst the radiance with celestial grace. His crimson eyes, as though harboring hellish stars, gazed curiously at the city below. A mischievous smile played on his lips:
*"It seems I've arrived in the world of Solo Leveling."*
The power level of this world was clearly inferior to that of **Anos' world**. This allowed him to effortlessly synchronize his **Clairvoyance** with this timeline. Visions of the future—from battles to the fate of the protagonist—unfolded before his eyes like an open book. His abstract awareness as an **Outer God** transcended the comprehension of three-dimensional beings. To him, the *Solo Leveling* world was not a singular reality but an **infinite box** containing countless dimensional layers.
However, traversing the **dimensional barriers** of this world was no simple feat. Despite its relatively low power level, its dimensional density was such that even Shikama Doji found it challenging. He had no choice but to **restrain his presence**—the slightest negligence could unravel the delicate fabric of this reality. Beings like the **Rulers** or **Monarchs** of this world merely distorted space-time with their **mana density**, but Shikama Doji's existence—**even in a suppressed state**—was like a black hole capable of devouring everything into **nothingness**.
*"What a fragile world..."* he murmured under his breath.
In this world, **no one** could oppose him. Comparing their power to Shikama Doji's was like comparing **an ant to a god**. As the creator of the **Sumerian Gods** in the *Fate* universe, he knew full well that even the weakest deities of that world surpassed the **Absolute Being**. Although the Absolute Being's creation power was admirable, **being killed by one's own creation*? What a pitiful fate...
In the *Fate* universe, gods were **manifestations of abstract concepts**—omniscient and invincible against humans. Kiritsugu Emiya, upon attaining godhood, had gained absolute power—so much so that Humanity's ultimate weapons were just **toys** to him .And that was only **30%** of Shikama Doji's power flowing through him...
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**[Within Sung Jinwoo's Inner World]**
In the absolute darkness of Sung Jinwoo's subconscious, **Ashborn**—the original Shadow Monarch—stared at an invisible screen displaying scenes of his battles. Suddenly, an **alien presence** froze the spiritual space.
*"This... is impossible."*
Crimson eyes—like blades of darkness—pierced through him. For the first time in his endless existence, Ashborn felt **fear**. Not fear of death, but fear of **absolute annihilation**. Not even the Absolute Being or Antares had instilled such dread in him. It was as though an ant stood before a titan who could erase him with **a single blink**.
A rift split the darkness, and Shikama Doji stepped forward. The **existential pressure** forced Ashborn to his knees—even speaking was a struggle:
*"Who... are you?"*
His voice echoed in the abstract void, but Shikama Doji only smiled. His reply—**like thunder**—reverberated in Ashborn's mind:
*"Just a cute and coquetry outer god~"*
Amused, Shikama Doji stared down at Ashborn. Sung Jinwoo remained oblivious to the storm raging within his soul...