The pale blonde girl staggered through the desert. She carried a faintly glowing Blue Orb on her back.
She was the last remnant of an ancient civilization. She was the angelic queen of an Empire once worthy of True Order.
The footprints she left behind vanished without a trace, as if she herself would disappear if she fell here—leaving nothing behind.
In this strange, seemingly endless desert, she pressed on alone, even though her body was broken and cracks were slowly spreading across her entire form.
There was no sun in the sky. The sky itself was a boundless void, yet the searing heat and biting cold continued to torment her, though they never broke her resolve.
Blue bubbles blocked her path, but she had to keep moving, dodging the strange bubbles that dissolved whatever they touched, turning it into streams of data.
Don't ask how she knew that… Alright, since you're curious: it happened when she first arrived in this bizarre space. The heat was unbearable, and she needed to change clothes. Well, one of her garments got thrown into a bubble and was instantly turned into that damned stream of information.
She kept dodging the bubbles, her full chest swaying visibly beneath her outfit.
"If this is the road to the afterlife, I'd have to give it a terrible review…" she muttered through cracked lips. Then a small smile. "Hmm, that's exactly the kind of thing His Majesty would say in a moment like this. Strange, yet… refreshing."
It was an absurd thought, but it comforted her. And she needed every sliver of comfort she could cling to.
Suddenly, in her line of sight, appeared a black and white spear that shouldn't have existed in this place. Its shape was odd, and it radiated a power far beyond any artifact found in the world.
Artifact Seal-0
"Black Abyss White Flower…" she murmured the name of the spear, but she didn't stop. She didn't even reach out to take the artifact, which once held the devastating power of an age—the Power of Order and Chaos.
Because she knew it was just a remnant, a shadow left behind by [time] in this chaotic, boundless space.
Because if she could see it… that meant she was close to that person.
She couldn't help but quicken her staggering steps.
In the barren desert, other things began to appear—things that person had experienced, memories etched into this space by his power…
At last, in the seemingly endless desert, at the edge of her vision, she saw a golden palace surrounded by swirling golden-black and white-blue mist—locked in some kind of struggle.
But her body was already at its limit. She didn't have time to care about that. She knew the one she sought was inside.
She ran toward the palace, forcing her way in. The cracks on her body spread across her form. Her once-beautiful cheeks were fractured, and parts of her body began to fall away.
Inside, she looked up and saw a familiar figure asleep on a majestic throne, shrouded in mist. She approached.
The man opened his beautiful eyes, and she reached out to him, delivering the Blue Orb from her back. Just as her body was about to collapse from exhaustion, the silver-haired man took her hand.
"I've finally found you, Your Majesty…"
"Osdera, Angel of Despair and Hope, humbly requests… to rest in your arms… and congratulations on your imminent awakening."
"May Your Majesty reign forever."
Her body shattered into pieces in the sky, and the path she had taken—once buried by time—reappeared, pointing toward her origin.
"Rest," said the silver-haired man. The white and golden mist gathered the pieces of her body and carried them into a space filled with plants, guiding them to the budding flora.
One of the plants opened its bud and swallowed the mist and her fragments to begin healing her.
The blue orb floating behind his back continuously emitted cold light.
"It's time. This time, I won't let Mystery and Almighty interfere," the silver-haired man said, his eyes fixed in several directions. "But first, I'll seal part of my memory until I gather my strength back during my awakening"
He reached out, and a divine seed—or a structured soul—appeared in his hand. "This also your chance. But remember your promise. I'll seal your memories so you can regain your humanity."
"I will. And thank you," a calm, orderly female voice replied. "When my memories return, I will give you my authority over the concept of Order, in exchange for helping me become the Light"
"Can you create an identity that is close to your plan? so that we can easily contact each other, because we will seal our memories and if our identities are too far away, our plan could fail" the woman's voice was heard again.
"I will give you an identity that will make it easier for us to contact each other" The man thought about something then added. "What about your plans there?"
"Seventy percent successful, I succeeded in the first stage but still need time for the second stage"
"Then see you later, may our plan succeed." The man arranged for this woman's figure to leave this room and enter the material world and leaving subtle words meaningful .
"Hopefully your plan will work Yerem, and let's hope your ex-wife doesn't betray you and ruin our plans."
The man, Yerem just kept quiet hearing that as if he didn't care, a golden and white mist appeared around him and a card appeared in his palm.
'Harmony' A word appeared on the card, but if they were Saints or those who had seen the Blasphemy Card would be shocked.
Because this card is very similar in principle to the Blasphemy Card, there is a recorded potion and ritual for increasing the sequence from 9 to 0.
But the most surprising thing is that this Pathway is not a Pathway in the twenty-two known Pathways but rather a Pathway that is completely unknown.
'Sure enough, the characteristics of the Beyonder can indeed develop into a new Pathway as long as they are compatible enough.' Yerem, who had been thinking about this since Epoch 2, was truly happy because this was an important step towards becoming a new Pillar.
This idea is based on the fact that the Pathway recorded by the Ancient Sun God is the Pathway held by the Great Old Ones who were on Earth after the Originals awoke and split, "They" really existed before being killed and eaten by the Almighty and Mystery.
Why can he think of this? because , at that time in Epoch 2 he saw an ice dragon, yes the ice dragon that shouldn't exist if all the Pathways were already 'Fixed and Unchanging', well one of the ingredients of the orb floating behind him was that dragon.
Then Sallinger's God of Death turns out to be a real damn snake, "He" just grows a wings and becomes quetzalcoatl because "He" ate Characteristics of Death Pathway.
Yerem had even experimented with a captured Phoenix at Sequence 7, feeding it many ice-related characteristics from the Sequence 7 Witch of the Demonic Pathway.
The result? PhoenixIce Hahahha.
A book 'Memory of the Starty Sky' appeared and floated above his head and moved as if humming.
"If I had realized this was the real world "Lord of Mystery" from the start, I would have absorbed the Source Essence of 'Knowledge Moor' earlier, this is really useful."
"But it was indeed hard to guess, who would have thought that after being reincarnated into a game world I would be reincarnated again into a novel world, not to mention my memories of this world at that time were sealed by this book because of the instinct to protect me."
Yerem shook his head as he sat on the throne.
'I have also laid the Almighty and Mystery traps in these artifacts, who would have thought that when I created clones with these artifacts, the consciousness of those two damn scum would awaken inside my clone'
Yerem controls the mist to lift the artifacts left by the Almighty and Mystery before his sight.
He remember about how he created clones to better monitor the material world, but in the end, that damn situation happened and ruined everything.
He had to separate from his wife to control the clone without making herself and the six other gods suspicious, and without letting the two bastards sharing consciousness in the clone realize that it was a clone.
Then he needs to control this clone to appear distorted by madness so that it is killed by the seven gods.
He even killed his original self to prevent those two Pillars from realizing anything, and he also had to make secret arrangements for his followers.
'Trusting those two bastards was my biggest mistake, fuck..'
Yerem looked at the palace that had changed after the complete unification with the book, white lines were always visible everywhere.
Blue crystals are the ornaments that complement the various furniture of this palace, Each of the stone chairs now had a blue crystal embedded in it.
A white-gold chain emerged from behind his throne and snaked around the room.
The book 'Memory of the Starry Sky' itself is a kind of source of essence so these are some of the changes that occurred after they fused.
'Now this Palace can attract consciousness as it couldn't before, besides it can also forcibly attract the incarnations of Angel Level Beyonders and above'
'Even the level of incarnation can be controlled by me,.This Sefirot has evolved to the point of creating its own dimension 'Fantasy Memories' within the palace, I can also completely change the architecture of this palace'
Yerem waved his hand while thinking about something interesting, and the sides of the palace began to rumble softly. The mist that had long drifted in silence suddenly surged, gathering at the edges of the vast hall. It crept up the towering walls like living smoke, then condensed—slowly, deliberately—into shapes that hardened into stone.
Seventy-two pale stone statues emerged from the mist, evenly spaced along the sides of the throne room. Each stood tall and imposing, their surfaces cold and matte, exuding a silent, ancient weight. Though they were only ornaments—mere representations—they carried an eerie presence, as if watching.
Each statue depicted one of the legendary demons of Solomon. Their forms were varied, strange, and symbolically grotesque—just as the old forbidden scriptures described.
One had the body of a man but the head of a lion, its mouth open mid-roar, eyes of polished onyx glinting faintly with menace. Another was tall and thin, with wings like those of a bat folded behind it and horns that curled like a ram's. A third crouched low like a beast, its back arched, arms long enough to drag on the ground, face hidden behind a veil of stone tendrils.
Some were humanoid, cloaked and crowned like kings of old, others animalistic or alien in posture—bird-headed, goat-legged, multi-eyed, horned or faceless.
'Yep, Perfect' Yerem smiled.
'I'm still looking forward to the changes that will occur when Knowledge Moor is completely assimilated'