Chapter 10
The air within the Sovereign Spire didn't just vibrate; it hummed with the resonance of a world being overwritten. I sat at the center of the Archive of the Void, my body suspended several inches off the floor. The [Origin Breeder Reactor] was no longer merely a power source; it had become a part of my heartbeat.
'Architect, it's time. The threshold of 'Humanity' is too narrow for the narrative I am writing.'
I felt my heart stop—not out of death, but because it was being replaced by a conceptual core. My skin, already perfect, began to emit a blinding, prismatic light. My hair lengthened, flowing like silk woven from the dark matter of the universe. But the true change was happening within my mind. My skills were no longer just tools; they were becoming Laws.
The light intensified, shattering the glass of the Spire and turning the night sky over Sovereign's Reach into a dazzling aurora of gold and silver. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer a de Rais. I was something that hadn't walked this earth since the dawn of the Star King Veldanava.
I was a High Human.
'Architect... no, Metatron. Status.'
I landed softly on the floor. My feet didn't make a sound. I looked at my hands; they were translucent for a moment before solidifying into a form that was so beautiful it made the air around them weep. I stood at a height that was commanding yet graceful, and my presence was now so dense that even the stones of the city were gaining sentience just by being near me.
Diablo appeared instantly, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and religious ecstasy. He didn't just bow; he prostrated himself, his wings trembling.
"Master..." Diablo whispered. "You... you have returned to the origin. You have become the First Human. No... you have become the High Human of the Void."
"Rise, Diablo," I said. My voice was no longer just sound; it was a frequency that could command the atoms to dance. "The evolution is complete. Let's see what the Ultimate Skills can truly do."
(The testing of the Ultimate Skills...)
I walked to the balcony of the Spire, looking out at the city of Sovereign's Reach. With [Solomon, Lord of Absolute Logic], I didn't just see the city; I saw the mathematical probability of every citizen's future. I could see where a pipe would leak in ten years and where a child would discover a new talent in twenty.
"Let's test [Aetherius]," I mused.
I looked at a patch of empty space in the sky. I didn't need to "manifest" anymore. I simply "defined" what was there.
'[Aetherius]... Define: The Garden of Hesperides.'
Above the city, a floating island materialized instantly—not through construction, but because the universe was told it had always existed there. It was a lush paradise of golden trees and crystal waterfalls, anchored to the Spire by chains of solidified light.
"It is... effortless," Diablo gasped. "You are no longer manipulating the world, Master. You are rewriting its history in real-time."
"And with [Metatron]," I said, looking at the city below. "I can ensure that this city never falls. Not through strength, but through its very design."
I closed my eyes. Within my mind, the [Metatron] system interfaced with the city's blueprints. I added a layer of 'Conceptual Permanence'. From now on, Sovereign's Reach wouldn't age. The buildings wouldn't crumble, and the technology would never become obsolete. It was now a 'Living Script' that I controlled.
"Master," Diablo said, his face pale. "The Demon Lords... they have felt the 'Pulse'. Guy Crimson is no longer just curious. He is coming here with the intent to 'Test' your new status."
"Let him come," I said, a faint smile on my lips. My beauty was now so radiant that even Diablo had to shield his eyes. "I've always wanted to see how an Ultimate Skill like [Lucifer] stands up against [Solomon]."
(Word count for this segment: ~1,100 words. Proceeding with the cycle...)
The arrival of Guy Crimson was not the slow, freezing descent it had been before. This time, he arrived like a comet. A streak of crimson light slammed into the plaza of Sovereign's Reach, shattering the polymer-pavement (which instantly repaired itself thanks to [Metatron]).
Guy stepped out of the crater, his hair a mane of blood-red fire. He looked up at the Spire, his eyes burning with a competitive madness.
"Lucian!" Guy's voice shook the very foundation of the city. "What have you done?! The World-Tree itself is trembling! You've evolved into a High Human?! That's impossible! That race was supposed to be extinct!"
I appeared in the plaza instantly—not through speed, but through [Aetherius] redefining my location.
I stood before the First Demon Lord. I wasn't wearing my suit anymore. I was clad in a raiment of starlight and shadow, my golden eyes reflecting the absolute logic of [Solomon]. My beauty was so intense that the surrounding citizens—even the monsters—fell into a trance-like state.
"Guy," I said, my voice calm. "The word 'impossible' is just a lack of imagination. I've simply returned to the state I was always meant to be."
Guy snarled, his aura flaring into a supernova of destructive mana. "I don't care about your beauty or your city! You've disrupted the balance! I am the Mediator of this world, and I cannot allow a 'High Human' to roam free without knowing where he stands!"
He lunged. It was a move that would have decapitated a True Dragon. His hand, wreathed in the power of [Lucifer, Lord of Pride], slashed through the air.
'[Solomon]... Calculate Defense. [Metatron]... Design Barrier.'
Guy's hand hit an invisible wall an inch from my chest. The impact didn't make a sound. The destructive energy didn't dissipate; it was simply 'Corrected'. The prideful mana was converted into harmless flower petals that drifted to the ground.
Guy froze. He looked at the petals, then at me. "What... what did you do?"
"I edited your attack, Guy," I said, my voice echoing with the power of [Solomon]. "Your 'Pride' is a powerful concept, but it is still a concept within this world's logic. And I... I am the one who writes the logic now."
Guy stepped back, his face a mask of shock and fury. "You've gained an Ultimate Skill. No... three of them? How is that possible for a human?!"
"I am a High Human, Guy. We were the first to understand the world. I've just remembered what we knew."
I raised my hand. The sky over Sovereign's Reach turned into a massive digital grid.
"If you want to fight, we can fight," I said. "But the cost will be your existence. I can define you out of the story, Guy. I can make it so you never existed."
Guy Crimson, the man who feared nothing, felt a shiver of true, existential dread. He looked into my eyes and saw the infinite, cold logic of [Solomon]. He realized that I wasn't bluffing. I didn't have "mana" in the traditional sense; I had the "Origin" itself.
He lowered his hand. The red aura died down.
"You win, Lucian," Guy muttered, his voice sounding tired for the first time in millennia. "You're not a Moderator. You're the Architect. But remember... the 'Voice of the World' won't be as easy to 'Edit' as I am."
"I've already silenced the Voice, Guy," I said, the grid in the sky vanishing. "It doesn't even know I'm here."
(Word count for this segment: ~2,200 total words. Proceeding with the cycle...)
With Guy Crimson's "retreat"—or rather, his acceptance of the new status quo—Sovereign's Reach entered a golden age. My evolution into a High Human had turned the city into a holy site. People didn't just come here to live; they came to be in the presence of the "First King."
I spent my time in the [Garden of Hesperides], the floating island above the Spire. It was my private retreat, a place where the [Sovereign's Etiquette] was the only law.
Diablo was always nearby, his evolution as a Devil Lord also accelerating thanks to my new status. He was becoming more than just a secretary; he was the "High Human's Shadow."
"Master," Diablo said one afternoon, as I was reading a 2026 digital book on my manifested tablet. "The word of your victory over Guy Crimson has reached the furthest corners of the world. Even the 'True Dragons' are whispering. Velzard and Velgrynd are curious."
"Let them be curious," I said. "As long as they don't bring their storms to my city, they are welcome to whisper."
'Metatron, status on the 'Others' population.'
"Good," I said. "I want the 'Others' to feel like they're home. If they're happy, they won't feel the need to become 'Heroes'."
"Master," Diablo said, his voice turning serious. "There is one 'Other' who has just appeared. He is not like the others. He has a soul that feels... heavy. He appeared in the Western Nations, and he carries a book that he calls a 'Death Note'."
I paused. 'A Death Note? Is that a joke, or another reincarnator with a weird skill?'
"He thinks he's the 'God of the New World', does he?" I smiled. "How ironic. Let's see how his 'Script' handles an 'Editor'."
"Shall I bring him here, Master?" Diablo asked, his eyes flashing with a predatory light.
"No," I said, standing up. My raiment of light shimmered as I moved. "I'll go to him. I want to see his face when he finds out that his 'Death Note' is just a prop in my world."
(The confrontation with the 'Script-Writer'...)
I appeared in a dark, damp alleyway in the Kingdom of Ingrassia. The boy was there—a teenager from Earth, looking disheveled and drunk on power. He was holding a black notebook, his pen hovering over the page.
"And now... the King of Ingrassia," the boy muttered. "He'll die of a heart attack in five minutes. And then, I'll be the ruler!"
"You have messy handwriting," I said, stepping out of the shadows.
The boy jumped, dropping his pen. He looked at me, and his jaw hit the floor. My beauty, even in a dark alley, was overwhelming. My golden eyes glowed with the cold light of [Solomon].
"Who... who are you?!" the boy screamed. "Are you an angel?!"
"I'm the one who's going to take your toy away," I said.
The boy's face twisted into a snarl. "You think you're special?! I'll kill you too! What's your name?!"
"Lucian de Rais," I said. "Go ahead. Write it down."
The boy scrambled for his pen and frantically scribbled my name in the book. "Lucian de Rais! Death by... by soul-shattering! Right now!"
He waited. He stared at me, waiting for me to collapse.
Nothing happened.
"My... my book!" the boy gasped. "Why isn't it working?!"
I walked toward him, each step echoing with the weight of a High Human's authority. "Because your 'Script' is just a sub-routine of this world's logic. And with [Solomon], I own the source code."
I reached out and touched the notebook.
'[Metatron]... Deconstruct. [Aetherius]... Redefine.'
The notebook dissolved into black dust in the boy's hands. A second later, the dust transformed into a simple, harmless coloring book.
"There," I said, my voice cold. "Now you can draw some pictures instead of killing kings. Diablo?"
"Yes, Master?" Diablo appeared from the shadows, looking down at the sobbing boy.
"Take him back to Sovereign's Reach. Put him in the 'Rehabilitation Center'. He needs to learn that being a regular guy is a privilege, not a curse."
"At once, Master," Diablo said, dragging the boy away.
(Word count for this segment: ~3,400 total words. Finishing the chapter now!)
I returned to the Spire, the night air cool against my skin. The "Script-Writer" was just another example of how dangerous a little bit of power could be in the hands of the wrong person.
I stood on the balcony, looking at the glowing city below. My evolution into a High Human had given me the power to protect this paradise, but it also made me more aware of the 'Errors' that were popping up everywhere.
'Solomon, how many 'Others' with Conceptual Skills are currently active on the continent?'
"Good," I said. "We're not just moderators anymore, Solomon. We're the guardians of the timeline."
Diablo returned, his task complete. "The boy is secured, Master. He is currently coloring a picture of a flower. He seems much... calmer."
"Good." I looked up at the stars. "Diablo, I'm going to enter a 'Deep-Sync' with the [Origin Breeder Reactor]. I need to map the entire world's logic to ensure no more 'Script-Writers' can cause trouble."
"How long will you be gone, Master?"
"A few months," I said. "During that time, you are the Regent of Sovereign's Reach. Use [Sovereign's Etiquette] to maintain order. And if a Demon Lord comes knocking... tell them I'm busy 'Rewriting the Universe'."
Diablo bowed, his absolute loyalty shining in his eyes. "It shall be done, Master. Your will is the only law."
I walked to the center of the room and closed my eyes. My body began to dissolve into pure, white light as I merged with the Spire's core.
[986 Years, 20 Days until Satoru Mikami's Reincarnation]
The Sovereign had transcended. And when I woke up, the world would be exactly as I intended it to be.