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When I returned fully to the Divine Realm, the heavens felt… different.
Not quieter.
Not calmer.
But emptier.
The Divine War had not only taken gods—it had taken certainty. The old framework that governed ascension, authority, and balance had collapsed. What remained was a wounded realm desperately trying to function with missing pieces.
And so, before new gods could rise—
Before Life and Destruction could take their thrones—
Before the Divine Realm could truly heal—
I had to rebuild the scaffolding of fate itself.
That scaffolding had a name.
Systems.
I hovered within my sealed divine domain, surrounded by one hundred and eight luminous constructs.
Each was different.
Some were rigid and militaristic.
Some adaptive and learning-based.
Some gentle, almost nurturing.
Others ruthless, pushing hosts toward growth regardless of cost.
They had served their purpose in the past.
But now—
They were obsolete.
"Begin dismantling," I said calmly.
The systems did not resist.
They could not.
One by one, their structures unfolded, layers of logic peeling apart like petals. Rule-sets dissolved into raw informational threads. Reward matrices broke down into probability clouds. Artificial constraints—once necessary to hide from dragons and beasts—were stripped away.
What remained was essence.
The distilled experience of countless civilizations.
I did not rush.
Each system represented a world.
A history.
Lives shaped by its guidance.
So I disassembled them carefully.
Respectfully.
This was not destruction.
It was reforging.
As the dismantling continued, I extended a command.
"Akashic Record," I said, my voice echoing softly through the sealed domain, "assume supervisory authority."
The artifact responded instantly.
Authority accepted.
All system frameworks now under Akashic governance.
Awaiting customization parameters.
Good.
This was essential.
Unlike me, the Akashic Record did not tire. It did not lose focus. It did not forget. With it managing the systems, consistency across worlds would be maintained—even as variation was introduced.
I began the real work.
The mistake of countless higher existences before me had been simple.
They imposed foreign power onto lower worlds.
Power that did not belong.
Power that violated local laws.
Power that eventually triggered rejection, collapse, or catastrophe.
I would not repeat that error.
"Systems must operate under the laws of their planes," I murmured.
This was my first and most important principle.
A system should never override a world's natural energy framework. Instead, it should interface with it—amplify it, guide it, and help mortals understand it.
So I began customization.
For each lower world, I analyzed:
The dominant energy type
The structure of its laws
The limits of mortal bodies
The potential ceiling of cultivation
The world's tolerance for external guidance
Then—
I built core system components tailored precisely to that environment.
In worlds with elemental qi, systems focused on resonance and refinement.
In worlds with conceptual cultivation, systems emphasized comprehension and alignment.
In worlds where physical transcendence was key, systems optimized body evolution and survival pathways.
Each system was different.
Yet all shared the same core.
As I worked, my thoughts drifted toward two figures I had never met.
But knew would come.
Hui Mie.
Sheng Ming.
The future Gods of Destruction and Life.
Pillars the Divine Realm desperately needed.
I did not know their worlds.
Did not know their eras.
Did not know their origins.
But I knew their nature.
So I encoded it into the systems.
Every system received an additional directive:
Search Parameter:
Hosts with extreme affinity toward Life or Destruction
Emotional resilience above threshold
Willingness to shoulder consequence
Compatibility with Godhood evolution
When such a host was detected—
The system would adapt.
Guide subtly.
Accelerate growth without force.
And when the time was right—
Direct them toward ascension into the Douluo Divine Realm.
Not immediately.
Not recklessly.
But as early as safely possible.
This was not favoritism.
This was infrastructure planning.
Despite all these changes, one function remained untouched.
The original purpose.
"Human civilization support remains priority," I said firmly.
The systems were not merely cultivation tools.
They were civilization engines.
Each retained modules for:
Knowledge preservation
Agricultural optimization
Social stability modeling
Technological acceleration (within world limits)
If a world faced collapse—
The system would not abandon it in favor of a single strong host.
It would help the many.
Because gods without civilizations were meaningless.
Humanity did not exist to produce gods.
Gods existed to protect humanity.
This was the foundation of my godhood.
And it would not change.
Time passed.
Ten divine years.
Within my sealed domain, creation continued without pause.
I refined logic trees.
Balanced reward curves.
Adjusted risk thresholds.
Simulated trillions of potential outcomes through the Akashic Record.
Some system designs failed.
I dismantled them again.
Some showed instability.
I corrected them.
Some surprised me—evolving beyond initial parameters in elegant, unexpected ways.
I kept those designs.
By the end—
One hundred and eight systems floated before me once more.
But they were unrecognizable compared to what they had once been.
Each radiated quiet authority.
Each resonated harmoniously with the Divine Realm.
Each had evolved into a Divine-Tool–Level System.
Not artifacts.
Not sentient beings.
But extensions of law and guidance.
I exhaled slowly.
"It's time," I said.
I opened the Divine Realm.
One by one, I called forth the lower worlds.
Space folded.
Gateways formed.
The systems moved.
Each system departed with a destination already engraved into its core.
Some descended into war-torn worlds.
Some into peaceful civilizations unaware of what awaited them.
Some into worlds on the brink of extinction.
Others into worlds just beginning their first spark of intelligence.
I did not watch them all leave.
There were too many.
Instead, I trusted the framework I had built.
The Akashic Record's governance.
The laws of each world.
The resilience of humanity.
As the final system vanished into the void, a strange stillness settled over my domain.
The work—
For now—
Was done.
I stood alone, gazing into the distance where the Divine Realm slowly healed.
"Grow," I whispered—not to the systems, but to the future.
The Douluo Divine Realm would not recover overnight.
Millions of years might pass before it resembled its former glory.
But this time—
It would not be ruled by instinct.
Nor by monopoly.
Nor by fear.
It would be built—
Carefully.
Deliberately.
By hands that understood the cost of power.
By gods who remembered why heaven existed in the first place.
And somewhere, in some lower world, a child would take their first step onto a path shaped—quietly—by a system refined in silence.
The future had been set in motion.
And I would be watching.
Always.
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