Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

The Eternal Primordial Vault-Carrier didn’t just pass through the eye of the purple whirlpool—it violently tore the space open. The massive gold-alloy hull smashed through the final dimensional boundary line of the Universal Origin Sector, its thick plating humming with a deep, predatory resonance as it locked its anchors straight inside the central void.

They had dropped directly inside The Central Engine Palace of the Creators.

The architecture was a terrifying, minimalist vista of raw cosmic design. There were no standard stone pillars, floating jade mountains, or sprawling guard fleets here. Instead, thousands of glowing silver strings of pure raw code stretched across an endless, pitch-black horizon, all converging onto a massive, rotating platform made of solid gold-alloy rings.

Standing at the absolute center of the platform were the three Primary Universe Creators (Level 72 Half-God Realm). Their forty-foot frames were constructed from shifting geometric shapes and burning violet cosmic fire, their blank stone faces bleeding an intense, aristocratic coldness that instantly restricted the atmospheric pressure by fifty percent.

Min-jae stood firmly at the forward gantry of the wooden viewing deck, his hands casually slid deep inside his trouser pockets. His loose black silk lounging shirt fluttered slightly against his lean, muscular shoulders under the sudden pressure draft. His deadpan black eyes calmly tracked the thousands of glowing silver code strings converging onto his dark chest plate.

"Insolent mortal heretic," the central Creator spoke, his multi-layered voice vibrating through the deck bulkheads like deep, rhythmic thunder, carrying zero physical acoustic pressure. He raised a massive, transparent geometric hand, pointing his skeletal finger straight at Min-jae’s forehead. "You have systematically broken the order of the lower skies, unseated our ancient high clans, and dared to bring your crude vault-carrier into the sacred engine room of eternity. Your regression variables terminate inside this formatting court! All units—execute the multi-layered World-Erasure Script!"

The command tore the dimensional fabric into absolute ribbons. The thousands of silver code lines all across the horizon violently unraveled simultaneously, compiling a massive, miles-wide column of gray, soul-rotting conceptual erasure rays designed to forcefully rewrite Min-jae’s data pixels and dissolve his entire lineage back into raw system noise.

"Let us show them the true weight of your updated marriage registry, husband!" Yoo Ji-a voiced fiercely, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as her violet eyes flashed with an intense, blood-red protective fury.

She lunged forward through the spatial rifts at supersonic velocity, her flowing lavender silk gown billing beautifully around her narrow, athletic waist as she brandished her ssss-Rank Empyrean Calamity Sun Piercer spear. Beside her flank, Medusa swept across the left side, her radiant lavender silk robe draping flawlessly over her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass physique as she unleashed her absolute green gravity field.

The synchronized dual vanguard execution run was absolute demolition. Yoo Ji-a spun her heavy immortal-tier spear with effortless velocity, cutting a massive, horizontal crescent line of white-hot solar lightning straight through the Creator’s elite geometric guard lines, while Medusa’s gravity field forcefully slammed thousands of Level 68 elite defenders flat onto their faces against the platform floorboards, completely dissolving their elemental resistances to absolute zero in less than three seconds.

But the central Creator’s world-erasure script—bypassing physical root constraints—slammed squarely into the center of Min-jae’s chest plate with absolute, reality-breaking force.

Min-jae didn’t rely on his passive reflection loop this time. He slowly took his right hand out of his trouser pocket, his strong fingers firmly wrapping around the heavy, wrapped hilt of his massive Sovereign Golden Greatsword. His golden eyes flashed with a commanding, god-like focus as his Vajra World-Breaker Core violently compressed the incoming erasure wave.

"Divine Flame Strike," Min-jae murmured flatly, his low baritone voice carrying a quiet, absolute authority that instantly put the girls at ease.

He brought the massive greatsword down in a final, cataclysmic downward vertical swing straight toward the descending erasure script. He forcefully channeled the entire, white-hot compression load of his refined Divine Flame straight through the golden runes of his blade. A catastrophic, blinding wave of pure, concentrated crimson fire qi violently roared outward from the edge, physically shearing through the system’s baseline source-law.

The 500% un-blockable True Damage from his skills treated the Creator’s transcendent reality-shields like thin, dry glass.

The world-ending formatting script violently short-circuited against his blade, the massive kinetic feedback detonating his active Vajra World-Breaker Strike at supersonic velocity. Min-jae spun his heavy golden sword in a massive horizontal circle, unleashing a secondary supernova blast of solar lightning and refined fire qi that traveled instantly across the entire platform straight into the three Creators’ central cores.

The three Primary Creators let out a choked, deafening mechanical shriek as their forty-foot geometric frames violently dissolved into ash. Their bottomless eyes unraveled into dead silver static lines as the massive True Damage backlash molecularly vaporized their entire bodies from the inside out.

"Noooo... This is... an un-calculable ... Noooooooo!"

With a final, earsplitting shriek of tearing reality, the three creators violently exploded outward into a massive, blinding flash of white experience particles, leaving behind three pulsing, golden Core Engines of the Cosmos floating over the empty dark horizon.

The entire highest cosmic engine palace of the creator alliance had been completely, flawlessly dismantled into a clean cloud of white experience particles in less than three seconds without scratching a single fraction of his god-armor.

Han Chae-won ran out onto the platform, her face flushed with fanatical glee as her small hands vacuumed up the three massive core engines and millions of golden system coins straight into her infinite void inventory, leaving the entire atmosphere immaculate.

"The engine room is officially retired, boss!" Chae-won barked happily, her cheeks puffed up with high-energy financial excitement. "The highest treasury in the universe is officially ours!"

[Ding! Your team has achieved a World-First Absolute Solo Purge of the Universal Origin Sector! Gained 10,000,000 EXP!]

[You have leveled up! You are now Level 72 — Half-God Realm!]

[Your total faction fulfill metric has reached 100%! All active queens have been granted permanent, eternal life-sync parameters within your personal realm!]

The vast gold void slowly re-settled into a pristine, everlasting peace. Min-jae sheathed the massive greatsword onto his shoulder with a sharp click, his hands sliding naturally back into his trouser pockets as he turned back toward the lounge couch. The high-stakes adrenaline was completely gone, leaving his body carrying a heavy, exhausting thermal draft from his final level-up surge.

The ten flawless queens and beautiful goddesses did not wait for a formal tactical wrap-up. Realizing the apocalypse was permanently dead and their future was ironclad, their frantic territorial panic exploded into absolute, peak domestic bliss.

Yoo Ji-a threw her spear completely to the floorboards, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as she aggressively threw her athletic curves straight onto Min-jae’s lap, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck with a deep, happy flush. "The ledger is closed, Min-jae! You promised us a real joint wedding once everything was settled! You’re signing our contracts tonight!"

Medusa and Liu Xiao quickly squeezed their exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figures tightly against his sides, their heavy chests pressing naturally against his arms. Medusa’s exotic icy-blue eyes were wide with a deep, adoring love as she gently massaged his left shoulder, while Liu Xiao leaned her silver-green hair beneath his chin, her pouty lips curving into an alluring smirk. Han Seo-yoon and Gu Bylai sat closely at his knees, their sapphire and icy-blue eyes locked onto his face with absolute submission as they reached up to clean his dark armor tracks.

Min-jae sat perfectly pinned under the concentrated, warm affection of his ten beautiful wives.

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