Chapter 606: Casual Stroll through Destruction I
Not his body—just the brain. Every neuron, every pathway in his cerebral structure, should be cloned and uploaded onto a supercomputing artifact.
This would effectively create a second Kalon, one that could think, analyse, and replicate his work as if he were still alive.
It was an idea the Aramisians received well.
The thought of having a backup so precise that it would almost be like having two versions of Kalon—one flesh, one digital—was an alluring prospect.
If anything happened to him, they would still have him, in a sense, to continue their work. So, they approved the plan, and soon the cloning process began.
But cloning a demigod’s brain, especially one as complex as Kalon, was not a simple task.
There were billions of neurons and intricate pathways that dictated thought, memory, and creativity. The science involved was at the cutting edge, merging the fantastical with the technological.
Certain Universal laws were required so the Aramisian god Kings had to scour other planets to find rare practitioners of both biological Universal laws and also the abstruse Quantum law.
Many people didn’t even know such a law existed. But it did, as without it, there would be no quantum mechanics in the Universe.
The god Kings brought these people over to Aramis, and they worked together with the Aramisian scientists, using a combination of neuro-magical artifacts and advanced quantum computing, intertwining science and sorcery to replicate every delicate structure inside Kalon’s brain.
The core of the project revolved around something they called the Neural Web, a lattice of crystalline nodes that could hold and replicate neuronal patterns with near-perfect fidelity.
Each neuron was mapped and copied, then transferred into this web.
The entire process was not only invasive but required an immense amount of magical and law energy. But after weeks of continuous work, it was finally done—they had successfully cloned Kalon’s brain.
However, as with any procedure of this magnitude, there were consequences.
Kalon experienced severe neurological backlash after the cloning. His mind, having been copied down to the finest details, was left in a state of imbalance.
His synapses misfired, causing him to suffer from constant, searing migraines, waves of nausea, and an overwhelming sense of lethargy.
Every movement sent jolts of pain through his skull, and in the first few hours after he woke up, he found it difficult to focus on even the simplest tasks.
These drawbacks were temporary, though.
The medical team assured him that his condition would improve with time, and true to their word, after several days, the migraines began to subside.
Slowly but surely, he regained his strength.
The process of cloning his brain had taken place while the two of the Four-Star Generals and the Silver Summoner were away from Aramis, off to Gozon for the Annual Gozonian Summit and the Aramisians had assumed there would be no attack while their most powerful combatants were absent.
They were wrong.
By the time Kalon had fully recovered, the preparations to move both him and the cloned brain had begun.
The plan was to relocate them to two separate, highly secure locations to ensure their survival in the event of another crisis.
It was during this process that Alvey’s shadow and mimic demons caught wind of something strange happening on the Waregough Archipelago’s core islands.
These demons had infiltrated the islands even during the summit, and with Jabberwocky at the lead, they were able to avoid detection while scanning every single island.
They didn’t need to see everything.
They just needed to sense it—a spike in magical energy, an unusual surge in security around a specific area, whispers of secret movements among the Aramisian elite. It was enough to alert them that something important was happening.
Jabberwocky who had killed and mimicked the appearance of an Aramisian General snuck deep into the central islands and there, he confirmed it all.
Just as Kalon was left temporarily weakened, so was the clone of his brain. It was unstable and could not be easily moved about until it stabilized—around the same time Kalon recovered.
Kalon, still somewhat weakened from his recovery, was overseeing the final stages of the relocation when the attack on Waregough began.
The Demon navy suddenly fleet closed in on them and their soldiers were already swarming the nearby islands.
The demons’ sudden appearance, their overwhelming numbers, caught everyone off guard and Kalon’s mind, still a bit foggy from the recent ordeal, struggled to process the chaos around him.
His physical state might have been on the mend, but mentally, he was still far from his best.
And now, with the attack in full swing, the Aramisians’ carefully laid plans were crumbling.
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Core Military City
WA-O3
Waregough Archipelago
Gledea Northern Coast
August 6th
531st Divine Year
Arthur and Evan strolled casually into the heart of the military city on WA-03, their overcoats billowing in the wind behind them as they walked with their hands in their pockets.
The city, a million km2 wide fortress of metal and stone, had now been transformed into a battlefield, with flames burning so bright that the night sky glowed with the brilliance of midday.
Everywhere around them, soldiers screamed and weapons clashed.
Mid-Rank gods and High-Rank Demons clashed in the skies above, while below, Sovereigns and Legendries engaged in brutal combat.
Yet, Arthur and Evan walked through it all, completely indifferent to the mayhem around them, as if they were taking a leisurely late-night stroll.
They moved at an unhurried pace, stepping over the bodies of fallen combatants and dodging incoming fire with barely a thought.
It wasn’t as if they could walk completely untouched through a battlefield of this scale—blasts of magic and stray bullets inevitably flew in their direction, and sometimes bodies were hurled toward them by the sheer force of combat nearby.
But nothing came close enough to disturb their stride.
When debris, magic, or bodies flew toward them, they met one of five fates:
If they weren’t stopped in time, then they were flung upwards as their gravity was reversed, the unfortunate souls sent spiralling into the planet’s atmosphere.
Others were obliterated by Arthur’s Null, their bodies turned to dust in an instant.
Evan’s flames incinerated what few remained, and for those too stubborn for fire, his ice locked them in place, frozen in mid-air, before shattering them like fragile glass.
No matter the danger, it was neutralized, leaving the boys to stroll unbothered through the storm of battle.
At some point during their stroll through the city, Evan nonchalantly pulled a milkshake from his inventory, and took a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh before passing another milkshake to Arthur.
"Thanks."
Arthur accepted it as casually as if they were at a local diner. With their milkshakes in hand, they continued to walk, sipping on their drinks while the chaos unfolded around them.
A group of Transcendents spotted Arthur from the distance and upon recognizing him, they charged, intending to cut him down before he could wreak further havoc.
But Arthur was barely interested in some random Inferior Transcendents.
All he did was snap his fingers and conjure a Tier 6 Summoning Circle before him, using his time manipulation to accelerate the casting process and make it seem instantaneous.
From the circle emerged the Dread Leviathan, the same one Arthur had summoned in his rematch against Duskhand.
Waving his hand dismissively, Arthur created several more summoning circles behind him as he continued walking.
Out of these circles came Stelan, the hundred godslayers from Nienope, packs of hell hounds, and a swarm of other creatures, all charging out to wreak havoc on the battlefield.
The Transcendents found themselves overwhelmed, struggling to hold their ground and it was then that Arthur spoke words that sent chills through them.
"Oh yeah, that’s right. I haven’t activated my Progenitor Authority, have I?"
Arthur said this like it was an afterthought, and Evan looked over mid-sip, raising an eyebrow.
"You haven’t?"
"Yeah. Alright then. |¬Authority of the Progenitor godslayer¬|
His voice switched into his Faux True Voice, and at that moment, everything divine within a 1.5-million-kilometre radius felt an inexplicable drop in their power.
A second later, they instantly figured out the cause.
’The Silver Summoner is here!’
That was the collective thought going through their minds. But on a battlefield with tens of millions of soldiers fighting, how could they find Arthur? Especially when he wasn’t doing anything flashy.
As Arthur and Evan continued their stroll through the city streets, they barely acknowledged the shockwaves of panic that rippled outward from his activation of the Progenitor Authority.
Instead, their conversation turned to more mundane matters.
"So, I had this new idea for a Bounded Field."
Evan began, casually ducking beneath a collapsing building as Arthur kicked the rubble away with his left leg, using gravity to launch it toward a cluster of Aramisian soldiers.
The impact sent them scattering as the collapsing structure demolished their ranks.
"Bounded field?"
Arthur asked, catching a stone hurled in their direction. He casually infused it with destruction energy, and the stone began to glow, trembling from overload before Arthur tossed it lazily toward a nearby Aramisian squadron.
The stone detonated like a nuclear bomb, vaporizing the soldiers, and leaving nothing behind but their smoking boots.
"Yeah. It’s like this apocalyptic scene where there’s a collapsing star floating in the sky, the earth is shattered beyond repair, and we’ve got a broken moon overhead. You know, something dramatic."
Arthur paused for a moment, cutting him off.
"Are you talking about a Bounded Field or a Domain Declaration?"
Hearing Arthur’s question, Evan blinked, his expression morphing into one of confusion.
"What the hell is a Domain Declaration?"
"That’s basically the upgraded form of a Bounded Field. Bounded Fields are pretty much the mortal versions of Domain Declarations.
But Domain Declarations can only be used by people who have domains, kingdoms, and territories.
Think of it like this: a king’s Domain Declaration is his kingdom. They transform the area around them into their kingdom, where they get all the buffs and home-field advantages as if they were actually in their throne room."
As they strolled through the ruined city, Evan furrowed his brow, mulling over Arthur’s explanation.
"Isn’t that essentially a Bounded Field?"
He asked, his tone quizzical and Arthur nodded.
"Like I said. Domain Declarations are just a greater form of Bounded Fields."
Evan nodded, but Arthur could tell his friend still had questions, so he continued, explaining it in a way he knew Evan would follow.
"Alright, let’s break it down. A Bounded Field uses spatial energy to delineate a boundary line that separates it from the outside world. That much you know, right?"
"Yeah, I know about that."
Evan confirmed and Arthur continued.
"Good. Now, with a Domain Declaration, there’s no need to delineate a boundary line. Space itself becomes the boundary. A Bounded Field is a terrestrial technique—it works only on a surface, on land. But a Domain Declaration? You can pull that off anywhere. Even in space."
At the last part of Arthur’s words, Evan’s eyes widened and he questioned with a surprise-filled voice.
"Wait, you can pull a Domain Declaration in space?"
"Uh-huh."
"Where’s the network of magic power going to stay, though?"
Evan asked, curious and Arthur slipped into teaching mode again.
"It’s an upgraded form of a Bounded Field, so the network of magic power rests on the space itself.
That’s why almost every Deity Realm existence has at least 10% comprehension of space laws even if it takes them centuries to get there because of shitty affinity.
To move in space, you’ve got to know ’space’, and to create a Domain Declaration, you’ve got to know it a lot better than the average person."
