Inside the [Eternal Obelisk Tower], within a store so lavishly decorated it exuded luxury from every corner—
As soon as Orsaga stepped through the door, a service attendant immediately approached him.
As a professional sales representative, her instincts were screaming at her: this was a high-intent customer.
It was a hunch—mystical and hard to explain—but it felt absolutely right!
Seeing her beaming smile, Orsaga had no objections. He casually pulled out a pre-written list and instructed:
"Prepare everything on this list."
It was a material list containing roughly a billion items.
With just a glance, the attendant's body stiffened as though struck by lightning. She trembled and dropped to her knees in front of Orsaga.
Three words echoed through her mind:
'Big. Money. Deal!'
Reverently, she accepted the list and, with the utmost sincerity, responded:
"You can count on us. We'll gather everything on this list—no matter what it takes!"
Soon after, the store manager—having heard the news—rushed over.
The moment he laid eyes on the materials list, he instantly felt the crushing burden of the logistics required. Tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.
"It's so long… Is he trying to gather resources for an entire universe?"
Still, considering that Orsaga would be paying, he suppressed the urge to cry and said:
"Rest assured! Our store has a one-hundred-million-year legacy built on honesty and trust. We will absolutely get everything you need!"
Then, his expression turned somewhat troubled as he continued:
"However… As you surely understand, mobilizing this quantity of materials is incredibly complicated. And naturally… the financial requirement is quite significant. So we'll need to verify your funding capacity..."
Faced with this perfectly reasonable request, Orsaga casually opened a spatial portal linked to his private treasury.
Immediately, blinding lights of all colors poured out of the portal.
Nearby attendants squinted their eyes, struggling to make out what lay within the dazzling radiance.
But no matter how hard they tried, the effort was futile. The light was simply too blinding. All they could do was silently sigh in awe:
"Ah! So this is the brilliance of wealth…
It's blinding!"
The store manager, however, had strength sufficient to pierce through the glare. He clearly saw vast mountains of treasures and resources stacked within.
The brilliant light? That was simply the natural aura emitted by countless artifacts and rare materials!
Overwhelmed by the sight, he became emotional.
Grabbing hold of Orsaga's tailored suit pants, he cried out:
"Enough! That's more than enough! I understand your financial strength completely! Rest assured!. No matter how hard it is to procure these items—we will get them for you!"
Then he turned sharply to his staff and bellowed:
"Are you all blind!? Quick! Escort our honored guest to the VIP lounge—carry him if you have to!"
Satisfied, Orsaga nodded.
Without hesitation, he stepped onto the back of a volunteer and allowed himself to be carried to the VIP lounge.
After all, those treasures hadn't come easy.
He had ransacked multiple realms and slaughtered countless passerby within the Abyss to gather them—especially during his promotion to [Archdemon].
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Warhammer Universe.
After more than ten days of preparation, Ra finally completed the summoning ritual.
To build a flat enough plain for the ritual's construction, he had leveled dozens of mountains.
He used the resulting soil to fill in craters, ravines, and meteor impact zones across the area.
Then, he spread his power throughout the surroundings to prevent any external interference.
Next came the inscription of a dizzying array of summoning runes—so dense they made one's scalp tingle just looking at them.
Thankfully, Orsaga had given him a miniature replica of the full formation to copy from.
Without that, just memorizing the ritual's structure would've taken ten full days.
Now that everything was in place—
Ra took out a small blade and slowly sliced a deep gash across his palm, deep enough to expose bone.
A surge of blood flowed out, pooling at the ritual's center.
The next moment, the wound vanished without a trace, fully healed.
As a naturally immortal being, Ra possessed eternal youth and undying vitality. Super-speed regeneration was just the beginning.
Under the power of his immortality, even if his body were destroyed, as long as his soul remained intact, he could be resurrected.
As his blood seeped into the summoning formation, it began to emit a deep crimson glow.
The runes on the ground seemed to come to life, slowly rising up.
Within the circle, they danced and spun like living creatures.
Then—
"@#￥#%#￥@"
A series of strange, tongue-twisting syllables spilled from Ra's lips in chant.
With each verse, more bizarre phenomena unfolded.
A mist of blood began to rise.
Within seconds, it thickened from a faint fog to an impenetrable blood-red haze—
and it was still growing denser.
The air became saturated with a sickly-sweet metallic scent.
Ra frowned at the cloying stench—but continued chanting.
Eventually, the thick mist compressed into a massive, swirling vortex.
And as the vortex reached its limit, a hazy, illusory gate slowly creaked open.
A towering, crimson figure strode out, laughing loudly.
Standing before him and sensing the chilling aura of danger radiating from the being, Ra's expression turned grave.
He had already overestimated the figure's power—yet still found he had underestimated it.
Unbothered by Ra's reaction, Orsaga took a slow breath, tasting the air around him. A satisfied smile crept across his face.
The scent here—while not as rich as that of his Abyssal home—was still intoxicating to a demon's senses.
Truly a land of misfortune and suffering.
A place brimming with torment.
Even better, more than 90% of his strength had been retained in the transition—almost full power.
He turned to Ra and said:
"Very good. You've fulfilled your side of the contract. Now it's time for me to uphold mine.
I will honor the agreement and shield humanity from external threats for the next 20,000 years…"
Without waiting for a reply, he shot beyond Pluto's orbit.
Out in deep space, he casually tore open a rift.
A narrow corridor of warped space appeared.
This was the same spatial tear created long ago by the Event Horizon spacecraft during its faster-than-light jump.
Though the rift had since healed, residual traces remained.
Following these remnants, Orsaga easily located the space linked to the physical universe, an alternate dimension.
Sensing the malice flowing within it, Orsaga chuckled softly and stepped through without hesitation.
As he entered, the infernal senses of a deep abyssal demon awakened—
And special information began to flow into his consciousness, naturally understood by his mind.
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[The Warp].
That was the name of this place.
It coexisted with the physical universe, mirroring its state in strange and abstract ways.
At the same time, conditions within The Warp could, in turn, influence the real universe.
What was particularly noteworthy was that—
although the two realms were interdependent, The Warp held a higher ontological status.
If the physical universe were to be destroyed, The Warp would weaken but endure.
But if The Warp itself were annihilated—
the physical universe would collapse alongside it.
Additionally, time within The Warp was utterly chaotic.
What might feel like one second in the real world could equate to days here.
A traveler who wandered too long could return to find that thousands of years had passed outside.
However, such concerns were trivial for Orsaga.
As a demon of the Abyss, he possessed his own biological clock.
His perception of time wasn't affected by The Warp's distortions.
He always knew exactly how much time had passed in the outside world.
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