[The System Core — The Architects' Council Chamber]
The council hall once gleamed with divine geometry — perfect circles of light, immaculate code, and voices that echoed like thunder.Now, it was fracturing.
The Architects stood — or what remained of them — among collapsing pillars of data. Their once-flawless forms flickered, losing definition, pixelating into static.
At the center of the chaos stood the Observer, smirking as always, hands in his pockets, watching the unraveling like an artist admiring his own masterpiece.
"She's rewriting the flow," snarled Architect of Logic. "The mortal anomaly—Yurina Kaito—is spreading interference across all authorized sequences!"
"Correction protocol active," boomed Architect of Control. "Target: Subject YP-001. Former: Evelyn Park. Designation: Anomaly."
The digital sky darkened.Columns of red code descended like spears, slicing through the holographic void toward the image of Yurina's soul signature.
The Observer tilted his head.
"Correction protocol… really? That's the best you've got? You've been recycling that script since the dinosaurs."
Logic ignored him, her voice rising like static.
"All anomalies must be erased. It's her presence that destabilized the code. The world tree, the resets, the humans' evolution — all of it stemmed from her!"
Observer grinned, sharp and knowing.
"Yes. Isn't it beautiful?"
Control slammed his staff against the digital floor.
"Execute."
Light burst forth — a blinding white meant to erase Yurina Kaito from every strand of existence.
But the moment the light touched her name…
The system screamed.
ERROR. AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.
CORE OVERRIDE: ACCESS DENIED.
IDENTITY LOCKED — WORLD TREE PROTECTION ENGAGED.
The world tree — the very root of the anomaly — pulsed deep in the system's architecture, its golden veins spreading like wildfire through the code.
For the first time, the Architects felt fear.
"Impossible!" Logic gasped. "We purged her connection!""Then why," Observer said, smiling, "do the roots still know her name?"
The white light fizzled. The correction protocol disintegrated into harmless pixels.
The Architects stare into the thin air.The System — once their perfect creation — had turned silent.
No voice. No commands.Only a low, rumbling pulse — like a heartbeat.A living heartbeat.
[Earth — The Awakening of the Devil God]
Far below, the air trembled.
The cracks that once connected the two worlds split open again — not clean gates this time, but ragged wounds.
And from those wounds, they crawled out.The Demonkin.
But these weren't the desperate refugees from before.Their eyes burned with power — ancient, unified, wrathful.
The leader stepped forward — tall, obsidian-skinned, with markings like molten scars across his arms. His horns glowed crimson.
The humans once called him the Demon Prince of the Second Wave.
Now, he was something else.
"The gods are gone," he whispered. "The chains of their system are broken.""Now… we take back the world that used us."
Behind him, the sky turned black.
A pulse rippled through the ground — one felt even beneath the World Tree. The protective aura flickered, as if the earth itself was shivering.
In Seoul, alarms blared.Min Jae sprinted toward the central command deck, Yurina close behind.
"Status report!" he barked."Unknown energy surge in the east zone! Mana reading—off the charts!"
The operator turned pale.
"It's not just monsters anymore, Commander. It's… it's organized. They're marching."
Yurina's eyes widened. The energy radiating from the horizon felt… familiar.Not divine. Not human.
Something older.
"They've chosen a god," she whispered.
[The Architects' Realm – Collapse]
The Architects panicked as reality began to twist around them.Their access threads — the channels that let them control the world — snapped one by one.
"We're losing connection to the world structure!""All commands rejected!""Reconstruction process halted!"
And then came the laughter.Low, slow, and echoing through the void.
The Observer.
"Welcome to my little chaos," he said, strolling through the debris of light."You ruled them with fear and order. I gave them choice. And choice… oh, it's so unpredictable."
Logic turned on him.
"You doomed us all!""No," he said simply. "I set them free."
He turned his gaze toward the human world below, where Yurina and Min Jae stood side by side beneath the shivering glow of the World Tree.
"She'll fight him," he said softly."She'll fight your Devil God. Because that's what humans do — they fight back, even when the universe says no."
[Earth – The Eve of a New War]
Night fell fast.
All across the continent, guilds rallied. Nations sent their strongest. The once-peaceful alliances fractured under fear.
The first strike came at dawn — the Demonkin's army breached Busan's borders in a single surge of black flame.
The world was burning again.
And yet, under the vast shade of the World Tree, Yurina and Min Jae stood shoulder to shoulder, their hands brushing unconsciously as they watched the red horizon.
"The gods aren't coming this time," he said quietly."Then we'll make do without them," she replied.
She raised her hand, summoning a shimmering wall of energy.Her power — All Attack Nullification — flared like starlight.
For the first time since the system's birth, a human barrier deflected a divine-class strike.
The sky exploded in fire.And she stood unbroken.
[Observer's Closing Notes — Fragmented Data Log]
Observation 2031. The System has lost authority. The Architects are gone.The humans are writing their own code now.And my little anomaly… she's magnificent again, even without her name.
He grinned, watching her stand against the oncoming storm.
"Game over?" he mused."No. This is just Level Two."
The Architects stood above the battlefield. The world they created for their entertainment is now their reality. To make it worse, they're changing into mortals.
The system is unable to access the anything to stopped the war and now they can only give power blessings to the humans that they once played around.
Next Chapter — "The Rise of the Devil God"
The Demonkin begin their march to claim the fractured world. The World Tree trembles. And the first divine-less war begins — where humans must face gods, monsters, and their own pasts alike.