Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

Chapter 63: Creation Anvil

The soft, ambient hum of the Sovereign Thermal Oasis drifted into the dining pavilion of the Royal Quarters, carrying the faint, clean scent of fresh mint and morning frost. The chaotic, playful bickering between Yoo Ji-a and the newly unsealed Gu Bylai had finally settled into a comfortable, domestic rhythm.

Min-jae sat at the head of the heavy mahogany dining table, dressed simply in his loose black cotton lounging shirt. His bottomless obsidian eyes tracked the movement of his nine stunning queens as they filled the table with a lavish, high-tier feast prepared from premium system delicacies— grilled mist-boar loin, crystalline star-grains, and chilled carafes of silver celestial nectar.

Han Seo-yoon gracefully hovered near his right side, her loose white silk lounging robe clinging tantalizingly to her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass physique. Her sapphire-blue eyes were soft, entirely devoid of her usual aristocratic distance as she picked up a piece of perfectly sliced fruit with small silver tongs, gently presenting it to his lips with a tender, adoring smile.

"Open up, Savior," Seo-yoon whispered, her porcelain face flushing a beautiful pink as her chest lightly brushed against his arm. "You spent the entire afternoon trading physical blows with a Creator-class entity. Your health pool is full, but your physical energy baseline requires proper pampering."

Min-jae’s body froze slightly, a sudden wave of human shyness hitting his chest as Liu Xiao leaned her soft, remarkably heavy curves tightly against his left shoulder. Her exotic emerald-green eyes watched him through her long lashes, her pouty crimson lips curved into an alluring, playful smirk. A deep crimson flush crept up Min-jae’s neck beneath his collar, his fingers awkwardly tapping the mahogany wood as his ears burned. Even after deleting an ancient primordial deity, dealing with the direct, concentrated affection of his inner court completely short-circuited his cold fixer brain.

"The nourishment metrics are... satisfactory, Seo-yoon," Min-jae muttered, his voice dropping into a low, slightly flustered baritone as he took the fruit, causing the girls to let out a collective, soft laugh at his rare embarrassment.

Gu Bylai sat directly across from him, her newly unsealed 35% power radiating a smooth, pristine winter chill that perfectly balanced the room’s humidity. Her alluring icy-blue eyes locked onto his gaze with an absolute, breathless submission, her long slender legs lightly shifting beneath the table. "Let him breathe, sisters. Our Monarch has a long ledger to clear before the dawn."

"The ledger is already loading its next entry, boss," Han Chae-won barked happily, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she hopped out of her chair. Her petite frame practically radiated high-energy excitement. "The twelve-hour cloaking window is hitting its final quadrant! If we want to drop into the deep cosmos with optimized parameters, we need to crack the Primordial Creation Core right now!"

"Bring out the anvil layout, Chae-won," Min-jae commanded flatly, his shyness instantly vanishing as his cold, predatory focus snapped back into place.

The team left the dining pavilion, walking smoothly into the main armory bay where the purple interfaces of the Sub-Divine Celestial Anvil were floating over a heavy obsidian forge platform. Han Chae-won waved her slender fingers across her logistics panel, drawing the pulsing, pristine blue Primordial Creation Core straight out of her infinite stasis storage.

Voom!.

The room was instantly flooded with a blinding, liquid-silver plasma storm. Min-jae stepped up to the pedestal, his hands casually sliding back into his pockets as he channeled his newly mutated Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core metrics to forcefully compress the raw creator-class energy, driving the blue plasma straight into the vanguard line’s primary armaments.

[Sub-Divine Celestial Anvil Active! Forcing Reality-Breaking Weapon Ascension!]

[Target Selected: The Harem’s Integrated Vanguard Armaments Line!]

[Fusing Primordial Creation Core and 100,000 High-Tier Celestial Crystals... 100% Success!]

[Yoo Ji-a’s Spear Evolves into: ’The Divine Genesis Calamity Piercer’ (True Divine Tier)!]

[Gu Bylai’s Glacial Garb Mutates into: ’The Empress’s Frost-Weave Shroud’ (True Divine Tier)!]

[Effect: All base damage outputs for the core team are multiplied by 400%, permanently bypassing the spatial suppression boundaries of the Deep Cosmic Sector!]

Crack!

A catastrophic, multi-directional shockwave of emerald starlight and white-hot solar lightning violently exploded from the anvil, launching the newly forged weapons straight into the girls’ outstretched hands. The moment Yoo Ji-a’s fingers wrapped around the dark-alloy shaft of her True Divine spear, her long midnight-black ponytail swayed violently as the raw power surge rippled through her veins, her violet eyes flashing with an addictive, bloodthirsty battle-hunger.

"This is completely broken, Min-jae," Ji-a purred loudly, spinning the heavy spear with effortless, supersonic velocity, cutting a clean vacuum line through the armory’s dense humidity. "My solar friction trait is humming. I can split a primordial cruiser’s hull with a single basic thrust now."

"Hold your engine configurations, Ji-a," Major General Shin Ye-rin’s voice cut crisply through the lounge via the communication grid.

She stood at the primary console of the Celestial Compass Grid, her short black bob damp with sweat as the screen violently flashed with deep crimson matrix lines. The temporary twelve-hour peace window had officially hit absolute zero.

"The boundary lines have completely fractured!" Ye-rin reported sharply, her steel-gray eyes fixed onto the red warning matrices. "Min-jae, a massive, space-tearing gravitational distortion has just opened right over our coordinate sector! The radar has isolated the signature—it’s the first major stronghold of the Deep Cosmic Realm: The Temple of the Shattered Horizon!"

Min-jae didn’t hesitate. With a sharp mental command, his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor snapped back onto his frame with a heavy, metallic hiss, the pristine dark alloy plates locking tightly over his chest as his Solar Zenith Domain ignited the entire room into a burning mass of white primordial fire. He reached up, his strong fingers firmly wrapping around the heavy hilt of the space-cutting claymore on his shoulder, a dark, ruthless grin spreading across his handsome face.

"They’re tired of waiting in line," Min-jae murmured, his voice a low thunderclap that echoed through the majestic marble corridors. He looked toward his nine stunning, highly evolved queens, all of whom shifted into a flawless, lethal line with absolute, adoration-filled smiles. "Ye-rin, lock the spatial phase vectors straight onto the center of their temple altar. We’re going to drop straight onto their supreme thrones and strip-mine their entire divine lineage."

"Hold onto my shoulders," Min-jae commanded flatly.

Ji-a and Han Seo-yoon stepped tightly to his right, their voluptuous curves lightly brushing against his side, while Elena Vance and Lady Crimson flanked his left. Cynthia and Ye-rin stood directly behind him, while Liu Xiao and the stunning Ice Goddess, Gu Bylai, stepped closely into his chest flank, their exotic eyes locked onto his face with an ironclad, eternal love that had just rewritten the rules of the universe.

"Spatial Void Phase," Min-jae murmured.

Voom!.

Space across the entire Imperial Haven completely fractured like brittle glass. In a fraction of a millisecond, the air imploded with a massive vacuum pop, and the fortress vanished from the outer skies, dropping straight through the dimensional faults into the pitch-black core of the Deep Cosmic Temple to launch the ultimate, blood-soaked execution run of the heaven.