The sky over Earth didn't just change; it expanded into an impossible infinity. When the planet merged with the realm of Elnor, continents stretched, oceans doubled in size, and the architecture of reality itself was rewritten. Skyscrapers were now swallowed by the roots of mile-high World Trees, and the air was thick with the scent of both ozone and ancient mana.
At the center of the New Continent stood a mountain of corpses. It was a grotesque monument to a war that had lasted years.
Lucas, a boy with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes, sat at the base of the pile. His armor was shattered, and his breath came in ragged hitches. He fumbled with a cracked vial, downing a glowing healing potion that tasted like copper and light.
"If I survive this..." Lucas coughed, blood flecking his lips. He thought of Elena. She had died three floors back, her silver shield breaking under a wave of shadow. His heart ached, not just for the loss, but for the secret she took to her grave: she had been hopelessly in love with the monster standing at the top of that hill.
At the summit stood Leon. He was born with hair as white as a dying star and eyes of molten gold. He didn't look like a hero; he looked like a force of nature.
The System had originally been created by a Hidden Architect—a cosmic entity who viewed the suffering of mortals as a televised play for the bored Gods of the higher planes. But one deity, the Goddess of Empathy, had tampered with the code. She gave the mortals "Classes" based on their willpower and inherent strengths, hoping they would grow strong enough to eventually kill their "viewers."
Leon was the result of that gamble. He had awakened the [Emperor] class—the anomaly. It allowed him to mimic, master, and evolve every single skill from every other class not only that he could copy everything in existence.
Leon had just slaughtered the Demon King and his four Commanders. But as he wiped his blade, the System remained eerily silent. No [Victory] notification appeared. Instead, the fabric of space tore open like wet parchment.
A bone-chilling laugh vibrated through the atoms of the world. From the rift stepped the Demon Emperor—the true ruler of demons had hidden in its shadows.
The fight didn't last minutes. It lasted fourteen days.
The entire merged world—billions of humans, Elves, Dwarfs, and Dragons—watched through the floating System screens. They saw Leon use the [Holy Knight's] protection, the [Assassin's] speed, and the [Archmage's] destructive spells in a seamless, terrifying dance.
On the fifteenth morning, under a sun that now rose twice as large, Leon plunged his fist through the Demon Emperor's chest. The shockwave leveled the surrounding forest for fifty miles.
In the celestial realm, the Architect stood up from his throne, his face twisted in a sneer.
"The game is ruined," he hissed. "The Demon Emperor was supposed to be the final wall. This white-haired brat has ended the show too early. The Gods are bored."
Down on the battlefield, Leon looked up. Not at the sky, but directly into the Architect's "camera." His golden eyes burned with a cold, ancient fury.
"I know you're watching," Leon's voice echoed through the System, broadcasting to every God in the Heavens. "You merged our worlds for a game. You killed my friends for a story." How did he knows about it? After the fight with demon emperor the Goddess of Empathy
Leon raised his sword, and the System began to glitch.
[Warning: Player 'Leon' is accessing 'Admin Privileges'...]
[Skill Synthesis: 'God-Slayer's Reach' Activated]
"The entertainment is over," Leon said, his white hair whipping in a wind that shouldn't exist. "Now, it's my turn to visiting your world"