Chapter 68: Global Despair
The spatial vectors of the Celestial Compass Grid whirred with a deep, low-frequency hum as the structure of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven crossed the final threshold into the Primordial Source Realm. Outside the massive panoramic viewing glass, the chaotic purple nebulae of the lower skies completely vanished, replaced by an endless, pristine void of liquid gold light and rotating geometric code rings that formed the true foundation of the universal system.
Min-jae stood at the forward apex of the viewing deck, his hands casually stuffed inside the pockets of his tailored trousers. His simple black cotton lounging shirt fluttered slightly in the localized gravity field. Resting over his right shoulder was the massive, five-foot-long hilt of his newly forged SSS-Rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword, its dark-alloy crossguard flaring with liquid golden runes that mirrored the bottomless intensity of his obsidian eyes.
"Min-jae, the Earth communication relays have finally synchronized through our upper-plane node," Major General Shin Ye-rin reported, her voice carrying a sharp military weight as she stepped away from her command terminal. She adjusted the collar of her olive-drab uniform shirt, her short black bob shifting as she looked at the primary glass display. "Now that you’ve permanently unsealed the gateway to the Source Realm, the global network back home has completely fractured under the news."
Min-jae didn’t turn his head. "What are the syndicates doing?"
"They are in a state of absolute, permanent panic," Ye-rin stated smoothly, a cold, mocking smile touching her lips. "It has been four months since the Global Descent first dropped. For a third of a year, the Daesung Syndicate and the underground regional gangs have sacrificed thousands of lives and bled their treasuries dry just to push their top directors to Level 15. Seeing a global broadcast announce that a single human has hit Level 40 and solo-purged the True Creator Council has completely destroyed their willingness to play the game."
Voom!.
The master terminal console violently flared as an emergency, multi-layered video transmission bypassed the standard firewalls, forced through by Earth’s top corporate coalition.
Projected onto the holographic screen in the center of the lounge were the grand directors of the five largest syndicates on Earth. These billionaire executives, who had spent the last several months acting like the absolute rulers of the lower sectors, were currently kneeling flat on their knees on the cold concrete floors of their subterranean vaults. Their faces were entirely bloodless, their hands trembling violently as they looked directly into the camera lens.
"Lord Min-jae..." the Grand Director of Daesung spoke, his voice completely cracking with an un-adulterated, desperate terror. He lowered his forehead entirely to the floorboards. "We were blind. We spent months thinking our worldly wealth and our Level 15 walls could guarantee our safety. We beg for an unconditional merger. We will hand over one hundred percent of Earth’s remaining regional caches, our corporate registries, and our personal lifelines as a tribute to your throne. Please... just grant our sectors your absolute protection when the Source Realm architects descend."
Min-jae looked at the kneeling tycoons on the screen, his deadpan expression completely devoid of emotion. A cold, ruthless grin slowly spread across his handsome face.
"I don’t negotiate with snails who took four months just to learn how to clear a street mob," Min-jae murmured, his low, seductive baritone vibrating through the transmission link, causing the directors on screen to visibly gasp in despair. He casually cut the feed with a flick of his wrist. "Chae-won, delete their registry links. We have zero use for dead weight."
"On it, boss! Stripping their network privileges!" Han Chae-won beamed, her fingers flying across her terminal with high-energy glee.
Before the domestic warmth of the lounge could settle, the entire skyscraper fortress violently shuddered under a sudden, massive impact. The liquid gold space outside the viewports cracked like brittle glass, and a towering, thirty-foot silhouette materialized directly over their drop coordinates—The Primordial Source Architect (Level 70 Mythic World Boss).
His body was a cataclysmic mass of rotating geometric iron rings and blinding cosmic fire, his single, massive golden eye flaring with a supreme, aristocratic malice as he raised a giant hand, deploying a heavy physical restriction seal designed to forcefully separate Min-jae from his newly forged SSS-rank blade.
Min-jae didn’t even blink. He gripped the hilt of his heavy greatsword, his Solar Zenith Domain igniting the entire atmosphere into a burning inferno of white primordial fire as his nine flawless queens lined up perfectly behind his flank. The multi-month grind of the lower planes was officially over, and the final, blood-soaked execution run of the universe’s architects was finally ready to unseal.
The conceptual seal deployed by the Primordial Source Architect hummed with a terrifying, absolute frequency. Heavy rings of rotating geometric iron rapidly constricted around the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven, compressing the air until the white marble floorboards of the viewing platform began to fracture into thousands of data pixels. The thirty-foot world boss floated within the liquid gold void, his massive central golden eye staring down at Min-jae with a cold, administrative malice.
"Your weapon is a mathematical anomaly," the Architect’s voice vibrated through the structure, sounding like a thousand metallic gears grinding at once. "Return the source code to the ledger. Your regression sequence terminates here."
The heavy restriction seal locked directly onto the crossguard of the sss-rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword, creating an immense gravitational suction designed to forcefully rip the heavy weapon out of Min-jae’s hands.
Min-jae didn’t let go. His fingers remained tightly clamped around the wrapped hilt of his heavy blade, his boots anchoring firmly into the stone. His deadpan obsidian eyes flared with a sharp golden light as a dark, ruthless grin split his handsome face.
"You spent months building this system, old ghost," Min-jae murmured, his low baritone carrying a menacing clarity that sent an immediate thrill of anticipation through his queens. "But you forgot that once an anomaly grows large enough, it ceases to be a bug. It becomes the new administrator."
Crack!
Min-jae forcefully unsealed his newly achieved Level 40 attributes, channeling the entire weight of his 1,200 Vitality and 1,100 Spirit metrics straight into the blade’s core conduits.
[Active Weapon Metric Activated: ’Source Shearing’ (SSS-Rank)!]
[Effect: Your physical swing permanently slices through all mythic-class barriers, delivering 500% un-blockable True Damage that scales exponentially with your target’s level!]
Min-jae swung the massive, five-foot greatsword upward in a devastating, vertical crescent arc. The heavy dark-alloy blade didn’t just clash against the geometric restriction seal; it completely, molecularly sheared through the golden iron rings like thin air. The space-cutting strike traveled instantly along the Architect’s tether lines, permanently shattering his external reality-shields into microscopic fragments of dead code.
"g-gahhhh?!" the Architect roared, his massive golden eye widening in un-adulterated, primal panic as his defensive metrics dropped to absolute zero in a single microsecond. "Ho-how can a mortal sword shear the foundation matrix!".
"Now, girls! Shatter his anchor loops!" Min-jae commanded flatly.
"On it, boss! Clearing his flanks!" Yoo Ji-a shouted with an absolute, bloodthirsty battle-hunger, her long midnight-black ponytail whipping through the lightning wind.
She lunged forward through the spatial rifts at supersonic velocity, her Divine Genesis Calamity Piercer spear erupting with an immense wave of white-hot solar lightning. Cooperating flawlessly with her speed, the stunning Ice Empress, Gu Bylai, swept across the right flank, her Sovereign Absolute-Zero Armor billowing like frozen mist as she deployed her 35% capacity absolute frost field.
The synchronized vanguard execution was flawless. Gu Bylai’s zero-degree cosmic frost instantly froze the Architect’s rotating geometric iron rings mid-spin, stalling his internal cooldown tracking. At the exact same millisecond, Yoo Ji-a drove her True Divine spear straight through his central core casing, her solar friction trait detonating with an intense explosion that violently shattered his rear anchor loops into pieces.
The Level 70 Mythic World Boss was forcefully pinned mid-air, completely exposed to Min-jae’s final trajectory.
Min-jae stepped forward, his boots crushing the stone as he brought the massive World-Splitter greatsword down in a cataclysmic, world-ending downward execution strike.
The SSS-rank blade sliced completely through the Architect’s central golden eye, traveling straight down his twenty-foot chest plate. The 500% un-blockable True Damage backlash treating his mythic-tier armor metrics like common glass. The Solar Fracture trait instantly ignited his underlying code, burning away his divine mana pool by 5% every single millisecond until his giant life bar flatlined to absolute zero.
"Noooo... This is... an un-calculable error... Noooooooo!"
With a final, earsplitting metallic shriek, the Primordial Source Architect violently exploded outward from the inside out in a massive flash of white experience particles, leaving behind a giant pile of system gold and a pulsing, diamond-like Primordial Source Core right at Min-jae’s boots.
[Ding! You have achieved the World-First Solo Purge of a Primordial Source Architect (Level 70)!]
[Gained 4,000,000 EXP! You have leveled up! You are now Level 42!]
The liquid gold space outside the viewports slowly re-settled into a pristine, tranquil quietness, the restrictions over the fortress completely dissolving.
Voom!.
Han Chae-won ran out onto the platform, her face flushed with fanatical glee as her small hands vacuumed the millions of gold coins and legendary world loot chests straight into her infinite void inventory, leaving the entire atmosphere immaculate.
Min-jae sheathed the massive greatsword onto his shoulder with a sharp metallic click, his hands sliding naturally back into his trousers pockets as he turned back toward the private, luxury pavilion suites. The intense, high-stakes adrenaline from the fight had fully faded, leaving his body carrying a heavy, exhausting thermal draft from his level-up surge.
The heavy mahogany sliding doors closed behind them, shutting out the cold cosmic vacuum. Inside the warm, jasmine-scented recovery suite, the nine queens did not wait for a formal tactical briefing.
Liu Xiao stepped gracefully into his personal space, her green and white silk hanfu draped flawlessly over her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass curves. Operating at her 50% capacity, her exotic emerald eyes were pooled with thick, adoring tears of relief as she completely discarded her noble detachment as a goddess. She threw her soft, heavy curves right over his chest armor, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck.
"You forced your core channels to hold that heavy blade’s baseline, Min-jae," Liu Xiao sobbed softly, her majestic voice cracking with a deep, breathless panic as she buried her face against his neck, her full chest heaving violently against his shirt. "My god-tier renewal loops felt the strain through the palace wards. Please... let us look after your frame tonight."
Yoo Ji-a and Han Seo-yoon quickly moved to his flanks, their voluptuous silhouettes pressing tightly against his sides on the plush leather sofa. Seo-yoon gently took a soft silk cloth, her sapphire eyes tenderly cleaning the residual carbon dust from his cheeks, while Ji-a tightly pulled his right arm against her athletic waist, her face flushing a deep crimson as she breathed in his distinct solar scent.
Gu Bylai sat quietly at his knees, her pale ice-blue traditional gown thoroughly outlining her graceful curves as she gently massaged his left shoulder with warm celestial ointment, her alluring icy-blue eyes looking up at him with an absolute, breathless submission.
Min-jae sat perfectly still, caught between the tight, warm, and frantic embrace of his nine flawless queens. A sudden, massive wave of human shyness hit his chest, a deep crimson flush creeping all the way up his neck beneath his collar as his ears burned. The cold mastermind who had just deleted a Level 70 mythic architect was completely short-circuited by the concentrated affection of his court.
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