As vast swathes of territory fell into enemy hands...
In the heart of the Gaienser World, a blinding blue light erupted from within a towering structure!
It transformed into a brilliant blue meteor.
In less than a second, it crossed an immeasurable distance, streaking straight toward Orsaga.
The sheer power it contained was comparable to a star traveling at the speed of light.
If unleashed, it could have destroyed entire small worlds in an instant.
Yet under the precise control of its wielder, that power landed squarely on Orsaga without inflicting the slightest damage on the Gaienser World.
As the force drew near, Orsaga, still enveloped within its massive power, sensed a presence—an overwhelming will. It was the will of the Gaienser World itself.
It wanted him gone—either destroyed or expelled!
Faced with the strike, Orsaga didn't hesitate for even a moment. He simply raised his fist and punched straight forward!
No dodging. No evasion. Pure brute force met pure brute force head-on!
The surrounding space, previously solid and unyielding, shattered like brittle glass!
Countless cracks spread outward like spiderwebs, resembling the patterns of shattered glass.
At the point of impact—where Orsaga's fist clashed with the glowing sphere—countless energy collisions occurred every instant, reaching billions of times per second.
A small black hole began to form.
But before it could expand, it was forcefully snuffed out by the overwhelming energy tides produced by the two opposing forces—just like popping a balloon.
Then, right at that moment, the deadlock of power erupted in full!
With a sound like the shattering of a star, a massive shockwave, accompanied by deafening explosions and blinding light, echoed throughout the entire Gaienser World.
A pillar of energy shot into the sky, spiraling into waves of pure destruction that annihilated everything in their path.
Clouds were torn apart.
Even an ordinary person could lift their head and see into outer space.
The vast land below was blasted into a crater tens of thousands of meters deep.
Molten lava began to surge upward from the abyss!
Fissures burrowed deep into the earth's crust, radiating out from the impact site like veins, tearing toward the world's edges with unstoppable force.
Tens of thousands of massive canyons were carved into the geography of the Gaienser World.
Countless living beings were instantly killed, and untold resources obliterated.
Cries of agony and the stench of death filled every corner.
Hovering in the sky, the members of the Psionic Council, who had already withdrawn from their previous radiant state, watched this scene of utter devastation with grim expressions.
They all understood.
Just from the current state of the world alone, Gaienser would need over a thousand years of recovery before it could return to normal!
And this delay in time was a fatal problem—especially during their ongoing war with the Wizard World.
It was enough to conclude that the war had already been lost.
Centuries of effort, resources, and lives had been entirely wasted.
When all was said and done, the damage Gaienser had sustained was beyond words.
The world had been wounded to its very core.
But that wasn't the only issue.
At the very center of the crater, Orsaga's energy had not yet faded.
In fact, it was still growing stronger.
Wearing a suit of mechanized armor, the Speaker of the Psionic Council, without hesitation, contacted the Vice Speaker stationed at the central command.
He issued an urgent order:
"Activate the Heart of the World! Then open Vaults 2, 3, and 4—teleport everything inside immediately!"
Then he turned to the other council members beside him and commanded:
"Initiate the emergency protocol! No hesitation. No mercy! All for the glory of our race!"
"Yes, sir!"
Hearing this, the councilors—all elite members of the Gaienser civilization—nodded without a trace of hesitation.
As the most powerful protectors of their people, they had long accepted the responsibilities that came with their position.
Though their differing personalities often led to selfish agendas or even internal conflicts, when it truly mattered—they were willing to die without question.
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At the center of the crater...
Orsaga emerged from the blazing bloodflame.
Seeing the determined expressions of the councilors, a smile appeared on his face.
"Not bad... Their power should make things interesting for a while."
By now, after the intense battle, Orsaga had shed his human form and returned to his Abyssal Demon form.
The power within him, previously suppressed by a combination of factors, had recovered considerably—roughly 60% of his full strength.
Unlike his previous incursion into another realm, where he could forcibly shatter the restrictions imposed by the universe's will, this current universe posed a different challenge.
The Gaienser universe was larger and more powerful, which meant constant, relentless suppression.
Any reckless destruction was met with exponentially stronger backlash from the universe's will.
If not for his innate abilities and several specially-empowered spells protecting him, his strength would've been reduced to merely 20% or less of his peak.
This was also one of the key reasons so many Abyssal Demons ended up dying when invading foreign worlds.
As Orsaga turned his gaze toward the Psionic Council, the pressure of his ever-rising energy wave was palpable.
Still waiting for reinforcements, the Speaker spoke calmly in an attempt to buy time:
"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"
Unaware of the delay tactic, Orsaga lazily swayed his tail and answered flatly:
"Even if I told you my name, you wouldn't recognize it. As for the reason I'm attacking?
I was in a bad mood. So I decided to destroy a few worlds to cheer myself up. That's about it."
His voice was calm—so calm it felt like he was merely saying he was hungry and wanted a meal.
'...What kind of lunatic is this…'
Looking at Orsaga's face, the Speaker could tell he wasn't lying.
The way he spoke, the tone—it all conveyed a disturbing sense of casualness.
After a brief pause, the Speaker asked, almost pleadingly:
"Can you... pick another world instead?"
Sensing the Speaker's burning fury, yet also his desperate desire to avoid a direct confrontation, Orsaga let out a light laugh and replied bluntly:
"That won't do. Your world fits my mood perfectly."
It wasn't about interests. Not to Orsaga.
To him, this was simply a game—a way to vent frustration.
The same way a human, irritated and bored, might pour boiling water into an anthill for fun.
He was a higher being, far beyond those present.
And to him, the Gaienser World was just the perfect anthill.
Not too weak, not too strong.
Just right for entertainment.
So no—he wasn't going to let it go.
Profits? Gains?
Those meant nothing to him right now.
All he wanted was to vent his fury and unease.
As that overwhelming malice and contempt radiated from Orsaga...
The Speaker knew—there was no more room for negotiation.
With a subtle glance, he signaled his comrades to prepare for a last stand.
At that very moment, an immense power surged into their bodies from across space.
This was the power of the Heart of the World—a divine authority that bestowed the world's strength directly onto its chosen champions.
Several rare artifacts with distinct energy signatures materialized beside them.
They were the Gaienser Civilization's most powerful weapons—each one forged with unimaginable effort, resources, and time.
Now, every single one of them was activated—ready for battle.
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