The scene begins inside Aria's room within the Central Palace. The doors of Aria's private chambers hissed shut, sealing away the stifling tension of the courtyard. The room was bathed in the soft, ambient glow of floating mana-lamps, but the air still felt charged with the static of the Shinigami's departure.
Liza moved with a frantic, joyful energy, her hands trembling as she carefully placed the heavy metallic box etched with runes onto a central marble table. "You seem to be in a high mood, Liza," Number 2 remarked as she leaned against the balcony archway, her crimson uniform stark against the pale room, her eyes watching the maid with the cold, analytical detachment she had inherited from the original.
"Of course I am, Lady Aria!" Liza turned, her face flushed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of relief and awe. "I never thought... not in my wildest dreams that I would live to stand in the presence of a Being like Jinryu, my god. I have never seen such a handsome man in my life. Did you see it? He didn't just fly; he walked on the air itself as if the heavens were beneath his feet. He looked like an angel descending from the stars."
Liza said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, excited whisper. "And he came here for you. Do you understand the political implications this has caused within the family? The other concubines, the mothers of the Crimson Bloods, all watched as a Head Captain of Squad Zero acted as your personal courier, even permitting you to hold his crow pet. This was a message, loud and clear: Bhaal doesn't just favor you; he has placed you above the very laws of this estate. To him, even a Shinigami captain of Jinryu's rank is but a servant to your needs." Liza says to Aria
The ambient light of the room seemed to dim, focusing a singular, golden warmth around the two of them as the clone stepped away from the balcony. "I suppose that is good news, at least now I won't have to waste my time dealing with the other Crimson Bloods with their petty grievances, at least I have Lorcan who acts maturely, instead of getting Jealous he continues to challenge me now and then, shaping his own swordsmanship unlike the others whose pride only restricts their growth," Number 2 says as Liza gazed at her master, her eyes misty with a mixture of shame and devotion. "Aria, I just... I wanted to say thank you for everything. I know I'm not like the others. I'm not as strong as the other head maids. I don't possess magic or the refined Aura of someone like Angela. I'm just a girl with a bit of martial training... with your new rank, you could have replaced me with a flick of your wrist. You could have had a powerful head maid at your side, yet you kept me." Liza says as she kneels before her master.
Number 2 walked towards Liza and stopped directly in front of the kneeling maid. "Listen to me, Liza," Number 2 said, her voice dropping to a tone of calm and gentle nature. She didn't wait for Liza to rise; she reached down and took the maid's trembling hands in her own, pulling her firmly to her feet.
"I did not choose you for your mana capacity or your sword-arm. I chose you because of your Loyalty. When I was cast into the Reflection Hall, and you endured the lashes for my sake, remaining silent and enduring Joons' punishment while still giving up your own meager rations to ensure I had the strength to survive that ordeal, I knew you were the right maid for me. What I seek in those who serve me is loyalty, not strength alone."
Number 2 leaned in, her eyes burning with a terrifying, dualistic intensity, half-angelic, half-predatory. Always remember this, Liza: My existence is built on a simple, immutable law. I always repay kindness with Kindness... evil with evil, Loyalty with loyalty, and betrayal with betrayal. You chose to remain loyal even after everything you have gone through, and for that, you have my eternal gratitude."
Suddenly, the tension snapped as Aria broke into a genuine, radiant smile. She pulled the stunned maid into a tight, sisterly hug. "Besides... you're my best friend. Did you really think I'd let some stranger take your place just because they can throw a fireball or use some aura sword techniques? You should know me better than anyone?"
Liza let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for years, her shoulders finally losing their tension. She laughed softly, a sound of pure, relieved joy.
"Thank you, my lady," Liza said, leaning into the hug for a brief moment before stepping back with renewed grace. "Your words always have a way of soothing my worries. I will leave you to your studies now. Feel free to call me via the Jade Pass should you require anything." Liza said as she patted number 2 on the head and left Arias' room.
"Hmm, Liza is just like Missande?" Aria says as she remembers memories of her former ally, "But enough, I need to focus, number 2 send the metal box which Jinryu delivered to me," Aria commands from the command center of the Z1 fortress within the allspark god kingdom.
The clone in the central palace within Bhaal's estate uses the storage function developed by Dream to send the metal box to Aria, a purple portal appearing in front of number 2, who places the box inside, and within a second, it appears within Arias' internal world storage facility. Aria waited, her hands ready to catch the metal box within the fortress, but the seconds ticked by into a hollow silence.
"What the hell? Where is the box?" Aria's voice echoed through the vast, metallic hall of the z1 fortress command center, her brow furrowing in frustration.
Suddenly, the air before her shimmered as the Allspark ui Interface flickered into life, a cascade of golden binary code scrolling across her vision. [CRITICAL UPDATE: LOGISTICS ERROR], the system chimed with a neutral, mechanical resonance. "Administrator, the item teleportation function is currently wired to your Internal World's storage facility. To bridge the gap between the REAL World, the Allspark God Kingdom, and your god's Internal World, a higher-dimensional conduit is required. Currently, items sent from the material plane are being redirected into your internal world, located within your golden demonic heart. The God Kingdom, on the other hand, exists on a separate cosmic frequency located within your allspark heart."
Aria watched as the system projected a complex 3D holographic simulation into the air. It depicted her soul as a central hub with two diverging paths: one leading to her Internal World and the other to the Allspark God Kingdom. To facilitate the seamless transfer of physical matter between these two realities, the simulation showed Aria that she would need to construct a Dimensional Synchronization Array. Until this feature was developed, the Allspark informed her that she would have to manually act as the catalyst, using the Allspark Cube itself as a physical gateway. She would have to manifest the Cube in the physical world, place the objects within its gravitational influence, and literally "swallow" them into the God Kingdom afterward, and they will appear within the central miniature universe designated storage areas.
"Can't anything just be simple for once? Horace, get over here!" Aria's voice echoed through the Z1 Fortress. She paced the command deck in her Tiefling form, her tail twitching with agitation as Horace materialized in a shimmer of blue light.
"I need you to construct a Dimensional Synchronization Array," she said, gesturing toward the floating holographic blueprints." Horace studied the designs, his optical sensors whirring, but he didn't immediately move to the fabrication bay. Instead, he looked at her with a heavy, questioning gaze. "Aria, we have already been through this. If you intend to use this array to move living beings from the God Kingdom into the real world, you are just wasting time. To save those souls, you or your allies must first manifest a stabilized miniature universe within the Allspark's god kingdom.
Currently, only those whose soul-threads are directly bound to you, like your soul servants who include the Golden Tree, Dream, and your soul slaves Azu and Yinrou, can enter and exit your internal world freely. Even Talon and other beings who don't have their origins from the allspak despite being you subordinate can't freely enter or exit the allspark if you send any being from the real world here they will be trapped permanently until you manually assist them in getting out, the reason why this is because their origins aren't tied to the allspark god kingdom, if you tried this with a being from the allspark who you haven't enslaved nothing would happen since the supreme operational laws clearly state that no being whose origins are tied to the all spark can ever leave unless the soul, spark or consciousness are permanently tied to an administrator who has become an Overlord , meaning the only way for a being whose origin is tied to the allspark god kingdom even if he or she becomes a supreme overlord within the allspark god kingdom he or she will have to gain the permission of an overlord Administrator in order to leave, only if the Overlord administrator approves can the being be allowed to leave, the only other option is to enslave them thus bypassing this supreme operation laws since their origin, soul, spark and consciousness will be tied to the administrator.
So basically, even despite the primordial transformers being the powerful beings capable of destroying entire universes, they are forever trapped within the allspark god Kingdom since they can't be enslaved due to the protection of the Allspark System and thus are forever bound to defend the Chaos Tablet, The only things that you can freely move out the allspark god kindoms are only inanimate objects" Horace says to Aria.
Aria's eyes flared. "I didn't call you for a lecture on soul-binding! I called you to build this!" She said as she handed Horace the designs closer. "Listen, Horace, I can't just go around enslaving people. I can't go enslaving the races of the Allspark, even if it's for their own safety. To me, Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. I didn't want to bind Azu or Jinryu; circumstances forced my hand. If I hadn't accepted my father's gift, I'd be dead, mind you; I wasn't immortal then. As for Azu, I enslaved her for survival, for information. It wasn't a choice I enjoyed."
"If that is your truth, then why is Joon still alive and still in a cell within an ectoplasmic cocoon?" Horace countered, his voice cold and analytical. "He is a strategic goldmine skilled in high-tier magic, aura, and military intelligence. Yet you refuse to bind him, choosing instead to ruin him through your clone's shadow-play. To me, Aria, you sound hypocritical. Enslaving the 'weaker' races would accelerate your progress exponentially compared to the grueling process of creating a miniature universe, which requires you to be a true god to even begin. Do you truly think being the Allspark Administrator makes the path to True Godhood easy?"
Horace stepped closer; the air around him hummed as he projected a comparison of cultivation metrics. "Even mastering a single Chaos Tablet is a feat that humbles the Pinnacle Races. Most elite cultivators hit a wall at the 100th level of comprehension, the bare minimum to transcend to the next level. The greatest talents in the history of the Allspark God kingdom rarely break the 5,000th level. Even Qin Shi Huang, a legendary figure whose path to God-King was forged in pure talent and hard work, began his journey at the first chaos tablet and he reached the 8,793rd level of comprehension and this only applies to the 1st tablet when it came to the other tablet his comprehension was good but still basic once he reached the 543 chaos tablet he had difficulties just passing the 100th level from the 8043 chaos tablet most geniuses are humbled to the point where some simply gave up in mastering the teaching due to their difficulties. Mind, I remind you beings who study from the 8,000 chaos tablet are usually considered Immortal and above."
"For the common races, reaching the 1,000th level on any tablet makes them an extremely rare Cosmic talent and becomes a highly valued member to the point where they are given entire star systems, galaxies, starfields and even universes as a gift' but for us Primordial Transformers, those are just the nursery rhymes," Horace continued relentlessly. "As an Administrator, the standard for passing each chaos tablet is absolute: you must master every teaching of the Chaos Tablet to the 10,000th level. No exceptions. Only at the 10,000th mark does your Allspark Pass update, granting you the right to face the Supervising Allspark Guardian for testing. Unlike the other races who dabble in all 10,000 tablets, all of the original 10,000 primordial transformers specializes in one; each of them masters only one chaos tablet to absolute perfection they usually sell all their techniques amongst themselves and even the other race for using both the primordial virtual universe and allspark virtual universe with only the most extreme secret techniques being sold in the primordial virtual universe. Even the cheapest manuals cost thousands of universe coins, while high-valued manuals cost millions of universe coins, while the extreme ones cost billions to trillions of mixed units, and with the chaos tablets updating its contents every Reincarnation Era, there seems to be no shortage of new manuals. This is how the Primordial Library grew to such astronomical proportions, providing the Primordial Virtual Universe with the cultivation manuals. What did you think I used the money for? I remember I once bought the skill manual called Path of the Emperor for 500 trillion mixed units from Veldron Prime's collection. You will find that you will need to use most of the earnings you make to learn skills that will give you an edge in the universe. If you want to stand at the top, Aria, you cannot afford to be sentimental within the allspark god kingdom. You will quickly learn that it's all about survival, not power alone." Horace says to Aria, who looks at him with indifference.
"Listen, Horace," Aria said, her voice dropping into a register of unshakable resolve. The amber glow of the Z1 Fortress reflected in her eyes as she stood tall in her tiefling form. "I will save the people within the Allspark, but I refuse to be a tyrant all over again, who buys survival with shackles. I will strive to be a True god, one who creates a perfect miniature universe where the weaker races have a genuine chance to survive the next Reincarnation Era. That is my final decree as Administrator. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. I value loyalty, yes, but never at the cost of an innocent soul's liberty."
Horace remained silent for a long moment, the whirring of his internal processors the only sound in the command center. Finally, he let out a digital sigh that sounded strangely like a hum of respect.
"By the gods... You sound exactly like Optimus," Horace murmured. "Very well. I will watch and see how this path unfolds. I shall begin construction on the Dimensional Synchronization Array immediately. I'll anchor the real-world array to Bhaal's ring, while the primary arrays for the God Kingdom and your Internal World will be hardwired directly into your Internal World's main palace and the command center, respectively."
He tapped a holographic console, and complex geometries began to weave themselves into existence. "I will also optimize the storage facilities. I'm expanding the capacity to at least ten million light-years of compressed spatial volume. It should be enough for your immediate 'acquisitions.'"
Aria's eyes widened, her composure breaking for a split second. "A storage space of ten million light-years? Horace, how is that even physically possible? That's more than the diameter of some galactic clusters!"
Horace let out a static-filled chuckle. "In the lower dimensions, perhaps. But you must understand, Aria: the Allspark system within your Sea of consciousness is a 10,000-dimensional existence. The 'cube' you see is merely a 3D shadow. A crude projection meant to allow our limited senses to grasp its presence in truth, even we primordial transformers are perplexed by its existence. For an existence like the Allspark system, even expanding the Allspark by another trillion light-years is nothing but a normal occurrence. In the higher dimensions, space doesn't just fold; it ceases to be a barrier. For the 10,000-dimensional system, a few million light-years is no more significant than a pocket in a coat. To the Allspark, this isn't a feat; it's a standard function, so stop being surprised by its basic features." Horace says as Aria looks at him, dumbfounded.
"This should only take a few minutes," Horace continued, his form beginning to flicker as he redirected his processing power to the fabrication labs. "By the way, give my regards to Dream when you meet him. I was genuinely surprised to learn he was once an actual god after scanning him, even if he's forgotten his own portfolio. The last time we met, he informed me that he was going to cultivate in seclusion for a while. That's probably why no one has been watching your clones' activities. I'll come find you when I need to link the Array with your ring." Horace says to Aria, and with a final nod, he vanished into a stream of data, leaving Aria alone in the humming heart of her z1 fortress. The silence felt different now, heavy with the realization that she was no longer just a disciple or a survivor. She was the anchor for a 10,000-dimensional miracle whose abilities defied all reason and logic.
"Okay, I will go check on Dream as I go to pick up the metallic box, but first, I have an idea. I think I'll go surprise Dream in my adult form and see how he reacts," Aria said mentally.
Standing in the center of the Z1 command deck, Aria sent a pulsing mental command directly into her Allspark Heart and commanded it to begin the transformation.
The transformation began with a low-frequency hum that vibrated through the floor tiles. A shimmering, iridescent veil of chronal energy wrapped around her small Tiefling frame, accelerating her cellular development in a controlled burst of temporal evolution.
The transition was breathtakingly cinematic. Her childlike silhouette began to stretch and unfurl like a blooming lotus. The soft, rounded features of her youth melted away, replaced by the sharp, elegant bone structure of a mature entity. Her stature surged, her height climbing from a mere 76 cm to a commanding 159 cm.
As her skeletal structure lengthened, her physique filled out with the refined, lethal grace of a high-tier succubus-goddess. Her hips flared into provocative, sweeping curves, and her waist narrowed into a delicate, lithe taper. Her chest swelled, the constraints of her former self giving way to the lush, full curves of a potent womanhood. Her signature crimson hair didn't just grow; it cascaded down her back in a heavy, silken river of fire, reaching past her waist.
The only casualty of her newfound majesty was her attire. The red kimono, once loose and modest on her child's form, groaned under the sudden pressure of her growth. The fabric strained and hiked upward, the hem retreating until it barely functioned as a daring mini-skirt, leaving her long, shapely legs exposed. The sleeves tightened against her toned arms, and the neckline dipped precariously low, struggling to contain her newfound form.
"Wow, I missed having an adult body Aria said as she moved, but by the gods, my kimono has become so tiny. Suddenly the allspark system chimes in "Unlike your biomechanical form which stores the cloths you currently have in a different sub space as you transform your temporal shape shift simply grows and shrinks your body directly, currently if the user wishes to transform, she is advised to wear cultivator armor such as the black god suit which can be attuned to the users genetic energy in order tor match and attune with the uses body size among other features.
Aria stood amidst the shimmering remnants of chronal energy, her new silhouette casting a long, provocative shadow across the command deck. She tapped the holographic interface, her movements now possessing a slow, feline grace.
"Horace, I need you," she commanded. Her voice had transformed; no longer the high-pitched tone of a child, it was now a rich, velvet contralto that vibrated with newfound authority.
Horace's avatar flickered onto the primary UI. His optical sensors whirred as they swept over the tall, curvaceous figure standing before him. He paused, his processors seemingly caught in a logic loop.
"Well, well," Horace remarked, his tone skeptical yet intrigued. "And who might you be? One of my high-fidelity personal androids comes to life? I don't remember authorizing a unit with... such specific aesthetic parameters."
Aria's eyes flashed with a familiar, dangerous spark. She crossed her long, exposed legs, the strained fabric of her shrunken kimono riding even higher. "What the hell are you talking about? It's me, dumbass."
Horace's sensors zoomed in, recalibrating to her soul-signature. "Holy shit... it really is you. Aria, I must admit, the entropy acceleration was more than effective. Even for a Tiefling, you look... formidable. Your looks could have fooled my most advanced recognition systems."
"Just shut the hell up," Aria snapped, though a faint, satisfied smirk played on her lips. She shifted uncomfortably; the red silk of her kimono was now so tight it was less a garment and more a second skin, threatening to tear with every breath she took. "Do you have any women's clothes? I'm one deep breath away from a wardrobe catastrophe."
Horace let out a static-laced sigh, his holographic form beginning to fade as he redirected his focus. "Of course. Check the Android fabrication wardrobe in the East Wing. I'm sure you'll find something that fits your... expanded requirements. Try not to break anything else." Horace says as he returns to his work.
Aria navigated the sterile, metallic corridors of the East Wing, the rhythmic strike of her now small sandals echoing like a countdown. The heavy blast doors of the wardrobe vault hissed open. Inside, a shimmering array of garments hung in suspended animation, pieces designed by Horace for his so-called maid androids.
Aria froze, her heterochromatic eyes scanning the racks with a mix of shock and amusement. "What the hell kind of clothes are these?" she muttered, her tail twitching in disbelief. "Something tells me Horace's 'maid' robots are performing duties that go far beyond cleaning and maintenance. I'm definitely having a talk with that tin-can about his design choices when I get back."
After a few minutes of searching through silks that were more "transparent" than "fabric," she finally pulled a stylish, silver-grey ensemble from the rack. "At least this one has some coverage," she sighed, though "coverage" was a generous term.
Aria emerged from the dressing alcove, the transformation complete. The dress was a masterpiece of futuristic tailoring, a sleek, slate-grey fabric that clung to her mature curves like liquid mercury.
The dress featured a deep, plunging V-neckline that proudly showcased her newfound, ample bust, held together by delicate laces along the sides that teased the skin of her hips and waist. To contrast the metallic grey, the outfit was paired with high-collared, magenta-purple sleeves that started at her biceps and flowed down to her wrists, leaving her shoulders bare. A matching purple choker wrapped around her neck, anchoring a delicate golden pendant that rested against her chest. Her striking red hair flowed in wild, vibrant waves over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
Aria stood before the mirror, the silver fabric of the dress catching the light with every subtle shift of her hips. With a quick, precise flick of her claws, she modified the hem, creating a small aperture to accommodate the restless flicking of her long, slender tail. "This is quite nice," she whispered, her voice now a resonant, velvety hum. "I'm sure Horace won't mind the minor tailoring. It's for the sake of functionality."
Satisfied with the sovereign figure reflected at her, she centered her focus on the Golden Demonic Heart pulsing within her chest. "Okay, let's go to my internal world."
In a flicker of golden purple light, she vanished from the Allspark and materialized instantly within her private chambers at the heart of her Internal World's palace. The room was silent, save for the low hum of the live feed showing Number 2 in the material plane. "I see Horace was right," Aria noted, glancing at the monitors. "Everything is quiet, and Dream is still nowhere to be found."
With a simple mental command, she utilized her absolute authority as the master of this realm to teleport directly into Dream's private sanctum.
The air in Dream's room was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and ozone. The tables were buried under a chaotic landscape of research materials, sprawling scrolls, and forgotten books. But it was the center of the room that drew her gaze. Resting among the scattered knowledge was a massive, circular, opaque crystal cocoon. It pulsed with a slow, rhythmic light, glowing like a dying star trapped in glass.
"Hmm, strange. This wasn't here before," Aria murmured, walking a slow circle around the crystalline structure. She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from the surface. She could feel the familiar, concentrated swirling genetic energy of Dream inside deeper, colder, and more concentrated than she had ever felt it. "I probably should not disturb him; this probably isn't the time for a surprise visit."
She stepped back, turning her attention to the task at hand. Accessing Dream's integrated storage system, which he utilizes by utilizing the automatons' tech and combining it with magic, with a mental command, she summoned the mentalic box, and within seconds, it appeared in front of her.
The air rippled, and the heavy, runic-etched crate Jinryu had delivered materialized directly into her waiting hands. The weight was substantial, cold to the touch, and vibrating with the potency of the treasures within. Aria sat down on a nearby plush lounge, the silver dress spilling over her legs like liquid metal, and placed the box on her lap.
"How do you actually open this thing?" Aria says as she looks for an opening, then finally sees a small button on the left side of the box bearing the Insignia of Bhaal. As she presses the button, she opens the box to find that it contains three rings. "Haha, is Bhaal seriously giving me three other space rings? Wait a minute, these aren't space rings, Aria says as she picks one of the rings and commands the Allspark cube to appear and scan the ring. "Allspark, scan the ring, check if it's safe. I don't trust my father; this ring feels different from my space ring. I sense a concentrated amount of life energy.
Suddenly, the Allspark cube materializes and begins to scan the three rings, one was red, one was brown, and one was gold, and after a few seconds it seconds it sends the obtained data to the Allspark ui.
As the metallic tribute box rests on her lap, Aria's heterochromatic eyes flare with a subtle light. The Allspark Cube, operating from its 10,000-dimensional frequency, projects a beam of scanning energy across her hand, specifically targeting the 3 Rings within the boxes. A flood of high-tier logistics data streams across her vision.
Item Analysis: Standard CGC World Ring
Classification: F grade god class storage accessories
Estimated Market Value: ~50,000+ Mixed Yuan Units each
Description:
Unlike the entry-level rings found in a Domain Master's treasure trove, which typically house simple cubic spaces, this World Ring has been forged by a master craftsman of the Celestial God Country using materials capable of surviving indirect waves from a Universe Master. The Allspark confirms a staggering internal diameter of 30 trillion kilometers.
Because this world is not restricted by a creator's main core, its scale is astronomical, effectively functioning as a self-contained Miniature Star System. Within this expansive void, several life-sustaining planets rotate around a central artificial sun. These planets feature diverse ecosystems, ranging from oxygen-rich atmospheres to exotic seas, allowing living creatures to survive and thrive indefinitely.
Functionality
Life Sustenance: Capable of housing entire armies, planetary populations, or the owner's true body in stasis or active cultivation.
Storage: perfectly suited for storing both inanimate objects and animate objects, of even Xeon Arcana and above
Structural Integrity: Forged from high-density cosmic alloys, the ring is designed to withstand the spatial pressures of inter-dimensional travel, though direct, focused attacks from beings of true god and above may still cause the internal world to collapse.
Security: Only beings permitted by Aria can access the rings; otherwise, the rings are inaccessible.
Items found
Golden Ring - 100 life fruits
Red world ring- 100 blood river crystals
Brown world ring- 100 muya crystal
Aria watches the data scroll by, a smirk playing on her mature, adult features. Bhaal hadn't just given her a storage device; he had given her a portable kingdom.
"If this were my first time, I would probably be shocked by the numerous cultivation resources, but this is Bhaal after all, an internal world of thirty trillion kilometers. My Internal world is just a cottage when compared," Aria says, her voice echoing in the silent room. "I could hide an entire civilization in here, and no one below a Universe Master would even notice if only the all spark laws weren't so rigid."
Aria sat back, the weight of the 3 world rings, feeling as if they were just a simple ring on her hand, as she contemplated an idea. "Hey, Allspark," she murmured, her voice echoing in Dream's room. "What would happen if I tried putting a weak race inside one of these world rings to teleport them out of the Allspark god kingdom?"
The Allspark System flickered into life, a cascade of golden data points simulating the scenario. After a few seconds, the neutral, female voice of the interface responded with chilling precision: "Administrator, if you attempt to use any of the three rings' internal world to bypass the Allspark's supreme operation laws without a soul-link, the system will trigger a Logistics Correction. All beings without a direct origin-link to the Administrator will be forcibly teleported out of the rings and placed into one of the 10,000 compressed sub-realms of the z1 fortress, where all teleportation is blocked. Each realm consists of a one-light-year galaxy containing 10,000 life-sustaining planets.
As punishment, you would be forced to manually gather them back, planet by planet. Only through the 'Enslavement' protocol of linking their existence to your soul can they gain the legal permission to leave this God Kingdom, as long as you permit it. Only an inanimate object from the Allspark can be freely removed without restrictions."
Aria's eyes narrowed, the teal and orange light of her heterochromatic gaze reflecting her frustration. "Allspark, what are you really? I can't tell if you are good or simply evil. You are capable of creating life, yet your supreme operational laws are built on the brutal survival of the strongest. I just don't get you."
The Allspark system remained silent for a heartbeat before responding, its voice devoid of the warmth Aria possessed. "Administrator, I do not function on the petty emotions of sentient life forms. My existence is built on logical programs designed to ensure each race reaches its peak potential. Those who fail are nothing more than data to be erased."
"That's unfair! Everyone has a right to survive!" Aria shouted. "An interesting concept," the Allspark countered, its tone almost mocking in its objectivity. "But let me ask you: in your former world of Planetos, do you really think you would have been anything special without your dragons? Take them away, and Daenerys would be just another Targaryen forgotten by time. You were strong, but according to my analysis, your talents fell short when it came to matters of military, diplomacy, and strategy. From my calculations, Jorah Mormont outshines you in military insight, Missandei outshines you when it comes to diplomacy, and Tyrion Lannister outshines you when it comes to developing strategies. In my calculations, the overshadowing factor that made them bow was your dragons. Without that strength, your 'moral' change would have been a footnote in history."
Aria stood up, her silver-grey dress shimmering like moonlight as she faced the Transparent holographic projection of the Allspark system. "Listen to me, Allspark. What makes humans shine above other races is our ability to make mistakes and learn, grow, and evolve from them. I would rather remain imperfect, because imperfection gives me the chance to grow and evolve. I know I am not the smartest or the strongest when it comes to different fields, but I learn from my betters, and in time, what you call mere dreams I will transform them into reality."
The transparent holographic cube momentarily pulsed with a strange, shimmering light before settling into a steady glow. "I will wait for that day, Administrator, but always remember this: I serve you, but I am not your servant. Feel free to call me should you need me, " The Allspark says as a creek from the door is heard.
The heavy, ornate doors to Dream's sanctum hissed open, the silence within shattered by the frantic rhythmic patter of feet. Yinrou, the shadow wolf, burst into the room first, his breath catching as his eyes landed on the tall, silver-clad figure lounging on the sofa. While Talon, the black siverium guard, and Azu the white vortex spider, hesitated at the threshold, their eyes squinting in confusion at the unfamiliar, curvaceous woman who radiated an aura of sovereign authority, Yinrou didn't miss a single beat of his heart.
"Master! You're back!" Yinrou cried out, his voice a mixture of relief and adoration. He sprinted across the floor, dodging stacks of research scrolls, and skidded to a halt at Aria's side.
Aria looked down, a soft, mature smile playing on her lips. She smoothed the sleek, slate-grey fabric of her dress, her long legs stretching out with a newfound elegance. "Yin... how do you like the new form?" she asked, her voice rich and velvety.
"You look as beautiful as always," Yinrou replied breathlessly, her devotion unfazed by the sudden leap in physical age. He looked up with eyes full of light. "I would know my Master in any shape, in any world."
Aria's gaze softened, but the cold logic of the Allspark's lecture still weighed on her mind. She reached out, her fingers brushing Yinrou's fur. "Hey, Yin... honestly, are you mad? That my father enslaved you to me? That your freedom was taken away by a contract you didn't choose?"
Yinrou let out a silvery, genuine laugh, leaning her head against Aria's lap without a hint of resentment. "Are you serious, Master? If I had known my life would be this exciting, living within the internal world and now the God Kingdom, witnessing the birth of stars, and serving a master who actually cares for us, I would have accepted you much sooner. Both Azu and I are happy. You don't treat us like tools or force us to do what we don't want. So far I Azu and I are content just being here." Azu stepped forward then, nodding in silent, stoic agreement before joining Yinrou. The two rested against Aria's lap as if she were the very center of their universe.
Talon, however, remained the analytical soldier. Her mechanical and biological sensors whirred audibly as she approached, her tactical HUD struggling to overlay Aria's previous data onto her eighteen-year-old form. "Master, it really is you. My scanners were struggling to reconcile your soul-signature with a body that has matured so aggressively. It was... biologically confusing. By the way, what were you doing in Dream's private quarters?" Talon asked as she placed the bundle of high-quality male garments he held on a nearby table
"I just came to check up on him," Aria replied, her eyes drifting to the clothes. "What's up with the wardrobe, Talon?"
"They are for Dream," Talon answered simply. "He gave strict orders before he went into seclusion. He commanded that no one enter his room until he was finished, but as you are the Supreme Being of this Internal World, his orders are obviously not absolute for you."
"Clothes?" Aria questioned, her brow furrowing. "Isn't Dream's body made of shifting purple flame? Why would a spirit-entity need silk and wool?"
"I do not know, Master. Those were his specific requirements."
As the words left Talon's mouth, the room suddenly began to shake. The Internal World began to vibrate with a low-frequency hum that set Aria's teeth on edge. At the center of the room, Dream's cocoon erupted into a violent, blinding radiance. It was no longer pulsing; it was screaming with power.
Suddenly, eight distinct auras, which included Golden Yellow, Crimson Red, Emerald Green, Sapphire Blue, Amethyst Purple, Radiant brown, Deep Indigo, and Ethereal Violet, began to spiral inward from the very atmosphere of the room. They converged on the cocoon like a tightening web of starlight, compressing the space around the crystal until the air itself began to crackle with static.
A dense, suffocating purple aura began to leak from the center as the entire palace shook. A hairline fracture appeared on the surface of the crystal, followed by a thunderous crack that echoed like a mountain splitting. Within moments, the cocoon shattered into a thousand glittering shards to reveal a new, humanoid male form. He stood tall and statuesque, fully naked, his physical perfection exposed.
Aria's breath caught. She couldn't help but gaze at Dream's new form—his powerful, defined muscles, the sharp line of his jaw, and the unabashed masculinity of his rebirth. He was no longer a flicker of flame; he was flesh, blood, and overwhelming divine presence.
"I now understand why Dream wanted the clothes," Aria said mentally, her cheeks flushing as she quickly looked toward the door, trying to give Dream some level of privacy, as for Azu Yinrou and Talon, they honestly did not care.
"Talon. My clothes," Dream commanded, his gaze sweeping over the room with a calm, predatory clarity. His eyes eventually settled on the tall, red-haired woman standing amidst the shards of his former cocoon. He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he recognized the soul-signature beneath the mature, curvaceous exterior. "Wait a minute... Aria? Is that you?"
Aria had instinctively spun around the moment her face flushed crimson; the image of his raw, naked body burned into her mind.
"I see I am not the only one who has changed," Dream noted, his voice amused as he reached out to take the garments from a stunned Talon. "Don't worry. You can look now." Dream said as he finished putting on his pants.
Aria slowly turned back, her breath hitched. The shifting, ethereal flame she once knew had been replaced by a man who looked as though he had been sculpted from shadow and starlight. Dream stood before her as a breathtakingly handsome young man, his physique defined by lean, corded muscle and the poise of an ancient warrior. His dark, messy hair fell over eyes that glowed with a soft, piercing purple light, matching the intricate, glowing tattoos that snaked across his neck, chest, and arms like rivers of concentrated mana.
The violent tremors of the breakthrough finally subsided, leaving the air in the sanctum thick with the scent of ionized ozone and the fading heat of a miniature sun. Dream stood tall, his new muscular form radiating a calm, planetary gravity as the glowing violet tattoos on his skin settled into a steady hum.
"So, quick question," Dream began, his voice dropping into a smooth, resonant baritone as he looked at the gathered group. "What the hell are you doing in my room? I clearly told Horace to inform all of you that I was entering seclusion to cultivate. I don't quite get why there's a welcoming committee."
Talon stood at attention, his mechanical eyes dimming to a standard setting. "I was here to deliver your clothes," she answered simply, holding out the black and blue fabrics.
"And Azu and I came here because we sensed the Master's presence," Yinrou added with a playful grin, leaning closer to Aria.
Dream's violet eyes then shifted, locking onto the tall, silver-clad woman whose mature silhouette dominated the room. "And you, Aria... what are you doing here?"
"I just... came to check up on you," Aria said, her voice lacking its usual sharp authority.
Dream let out a low, knowing chuckle, his new Planetary level senses easily picking up the shifts in her pulse. "Really, Aria? You do know I am a manifestation of your soul. I can tell when you aren't telling the whole truth."
Aria's gaze flickered away, a faint, human flush creeping up the neck of her silver dress, contrasting with her striking red hair. "Okay, fine," she admitted, her voice dropping to a shy murmur. "I wanted to get your opinion on how my adult form looks."
A wide, genuine smile broke across Dream's handsome face, a look far more expressive than his old flickering flame-form could ever manage. "Ha ha! My lady, you always find a way to entertain me with your antics," he said warmly. He stepped forward, reaching out to take the overcoat from Talon. "You look splendid, Aria. Truly. That is my honest opinion."
With a fluid, cinematic motion, Dream draped the high-collared black and blue wizard's overcoat over his broad shoulders. The heavy fabric settled over his muscular chest, the deep blue accents catching the purple light of his tattoos. He looked every bit the Planetary Level "Weaver" he was becoming—a powerful, grounded entity who had successfully condensed his energy into a miniature planet to transcend his previous limits.
The golden atmosphere of the sanctum settled as Dream adjusted the high collar of his wizard's overcoat, the black fabric contrasting sharply with the faint violet glow of his skin. Aria stepped closer, the silver silk of her dress whispering against the floor, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting both curiosity and a great, unspoken pride.
"Anything else, my lady?" Dream asked, his voice now carrying a rhythmic, melodic resonance that felt like a song hummed by the universe itself.
"Have any of your memories resurfaced?" Aria asked softly. "Now that you have a flesh and blood body, do you remember who you were?"
Dream looked at his hands, watching the glowing tattoos pulse. "Vivid memories? No. But thanks to the info I have gotten from the Allspark's system status ability, I am now sure that at some point in my past, I was a Faerûnian God. I don't know my name or my portfolio, but knowing I once stood among the divine... It's better than nothing, I suppose." He looked up, a boyish, confident grin flashing across his face. "Aria, can you run another scan? Check my status. I'm not going to lie, I feel amazing. This body feels light as a feather, yet I feel like I could crush a mountain if I gripped it hard enough."
Aria nodded, her expression turning serious. She raised her hand, and the Allspark Cube manifested in the air between them, spinning slowly. A beam of pure, teal-colored data swept over Dream, dissecting his new biological and spiritual makeup down to the subatomic level. Within seconds, a massive holographic interface erupted into the air, displaying his new, terrifyingly potent stats for all to see.
Dream (Soul Servant):
Current Age: 1,601
Gender: Male
Former Race: Faerunian God
Race Category: Special life form
Current Race: Transcendent Vestige
Portfolio: Unknown
Cultivation type: Spirit Master
Cultivation Level: Spirit Master at Planetary level 1
Current life gene 10
Soul amplification: 100
Fist Strength: 9,999,000 kgs (9999 tons)
Spirit/Psionic Energy Aptitude: 16,940
Current Flying speed: 100,000 meters
Genetic Energy reserve: 169,400
Gravity handling: Can withstand 10,000 times Toril's gravity
Primordial energy reserve: 10
Mana reserve: 10,000
Aura reserve: 10,000
Shadow Magic Reserve: 10,000
Unique Racial Talent
-God's internal world- A unique talent possessed by gods of the great wheel cosmology, which, unlike normal internal worlds that transform into god countries once one becomes an immortal, a god's internal world acts differently; it continues to grow infinitely together with the god till they are permanently killed or erased. While the energy from the internal world can be used to create multiple god countries within their internal world or within a particular space slit of any given universe or reality, with no limit to the number of god kingdoms they can create once they become god kings and above.
-Configuration- A unique skill that allows Dream to combine the current abilities of the host to create new, unique, and powerful abilities
-Knowledge devourer- An innate ability that allows Dream to become stronger the more he acquires knowledge.
Current Abilities gained after becoming a planetary-level cosmic cultivator:
Due to dense energy packing within Dream's sea of consciousness, Dream has become significantly stronger. The Planets within his sea of consciousness have their own magnetic field. By readjusting this magnetic field, he can counteract them to enable flight. Dream does not need to breathe anymore. Dream can hold his breath for up to 300 minutes. Dream is a planetary-level genius possessing 8 Domains of all the lower origin laws with a Flying speed ranging from 1200 m/s to 100,000 m/s. Base physical strength is 9999 tons.
Aria stood frozen, her shadow stretching long against the metallic floor as the holographic data screamed in silent, golden light. Dream's status was a defiance of logic; his physical strength alone, nearly 10,000 tonnes of raw force, was enough to shatter the very foundations of the Bhaalist Estate with a casual strike.
"A God's internal world that is bonded to me and never stops growing... and eight domains?" Aria whispered, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting the violet glow of the Weaver. "You didn't just break through, Dream. You've become a cosmic anomaly."
Dream flexed his fingers, and the air hummed with a heavy, magnetic gravity. With a slow, deliberate exhale, he released his power. Suddenly, the sanctum was flooded with flowing rivers of light, eight distinct colors of Law energy that spiraled around his body like celestial ribbons.
"What the hell is this?" Aria gasped, stumbling back as the Allspark Cube struggled to recalibrate its sensors against the sheer density of the aura. "How is this breakthrough even possible? You're at the first level, yet you have eight planets?"
Dream's violet eyes locked onto hers, burning with the heat of the star system within him. "It happened the moment you returned from your Allspark recognition," he explained, his voice resonant and deep. "As a Soul Servant born of your original spirit, I felt the Soul Amplification that 100-fold boost ripple through my very essence. It was a primal urge, an instinctual command from the universe itself. I followed that feeling into the silence of the cocoon."
He gestured to his chest, where the tattoos pulsed in a complex rhythm. "Within my Sea of Consciousness, I didn't just form one core. I instinctually suppressed and shrank my genetic energy until eight distinct cores flickered into life. I injected the remaining energy, igniting them into eight miniature suns, each one a burning fireball of pure Law. As the planets stabilized, tiny moons began to orbit them, completing eight distinct planetary systems within me."
"As the systems formed, I felt the pull of the Original Laws," Dream continued, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling as if he could see through the fortress into the cosmos. "Each planet acted as a hungry maw, devouring the initial auras of the laws. Once the eighth planet claimed its affinity, the barrier shattered. I didn't just step into the Planetary level; I was catapulted into it." Dream said though all of them were confused, but proud of Dream's accomplishment
Aria stood amidst the swirling rivers of elemental light, her shadow flickering against the silver of her dress as she looked at the man who was both her servant and a piece of her own soul. "Eight planets... eight laws," she breathed, the magnitude of Dream's breakthrough finally sinking in. "You've essentially bypassed the limits of a standard Planetary cultivator, where most only struggle to condense a single fireball to achieve the rank. I can't help but be a little jealous."
Yinrou, still leaning against Aria's leg, let out a soft huff of amusement. "What do you mean by jealousy, Master? If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's Azu or me. We are just a wolf and a spider, although I am a special life form with a gene level of 6 compared to you guys, we are nothing but background characters. You and Dream are already powerful enough to reshape reality, while we are still trying to understand all this cultivation nonsense."
Aria reached down, patting Yinrou's head with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, between the resources from Bhaal and the Allspark's abilities, growing your power will be a simple matter. Once I've mastered the law comprehension myself, I can directly implant the teachings into your consciousness through a soul-link, bypassing years of meditation."
Suddenly, the space next to them rippled with a blue, digital static. Horace's holographic avatar flickered into existence, his processors humming with a sense of accomplishment. "Hey Aria, I have finished setting up the other Dimensional Synchronization Arrays," he began, his voice crisp. "The links to Bhaal's ring and the main command center are stable. It's only the one for your internal palace that remains."
Horace's voice cut off mid-sentence. His optical sensors whirred as they locked onto the tall, violet-eyed man standing in the center of the room.
"Amazing... Dream?" Horace's avatar glitched for a millisecond. "You've already condensed your energy into Miniature Planets within your sea of consciousness. If you continue like this, you might reach true god level after a few billion Eras, allowing you to create a personal miniature universe. I expected a breakthrough, but this... You have eight separate planetary systems orbiting within your Sea of Consciousness. I knew the analysis of the Allspark was correct when it said you are a god from Faerun, especially with your relatively old age by mortal standards, but I will talk later." Horace said as he turned his attention away from Dream's, his holographic processors recalibrating to the task at hand.
"Anyway, Aria, I have finished setting up the other array. Now only one array remains, your ring finger, the one with Bhaal's ring if you will," he requested, his digital voice regaining its professional edge. "This will just take a moment."
Aria extended her hand, her long, elegant fingers steady despite the hum of power vibrating through the room. Horace didn't use physical tools; instead, he commanded the Allspark Cube to descend. The cube hovered inches above her hand, its facets spinning with a high-pitched, harmonic whine that seemed to fold the air itself. A needle-thin beam of concentrated teal light lanced out, beginning to engrave the Dimensional Synchronization Array directly into the surface of the golden Ring, which Bhaal had bonded to her.
The Allspark Cube was not just etching a pattern; it was modifying the ring's fundamental structure to sync with the wider network. The golden ring began to resonate as it fully aligned and linked with the arrays found within the Z1 Fortress and the God Kingdom.
The light intensified for a final, blinding heartbeat before the Cube retracted. Aria's ring now pulsed with a faint, subtle rhythmic blue glow whenever he activated the Array feature.
"Okay, it is done," Horace announced, his avatar flickering with a satisfied hum. "Your storage system has been fully updated. You now have a seamless bridge capable of handling mass transfers between your God Kingdom, your Internal World, and the Real World. Whether you are moving mountains of Muya Crystals or entire populations, the logistics are now under your absolute command."Horace says as the scene comes to an end.