The Origin's Cry
Before light.Before law.Before sound.
There was pressure.
The entire Rank 1 God World trembled.
Not from invasion.
Not from war.
From birth.
Above the firmament of layered divine heavens, beyond ten thousand God Realms stacked in cubic authority, two Sovereigns stood.
Stage 7 God Realm.
Their mere breath distorted constellations.
Their names were spoken only in prayer.
And yet—
Even they were kneeling.
Before a child.
Within the Sovereign Palace, reality folded inward like a collapsing star.
Golden laws cracked.
Spatial pillars screamed.
Causality blurred.
The World Origin Core—an entity that had existed since the dawn of this Rank 1 cosmos—descended.
It did not appear as light.
It appeared as inevitability.
An orb of absolute white singularity.
It pulsed once.
The entire God World held its breath.
Compatibility scan initiated.
Artificial Fusion Probability: 0.0000000000001%
Natural Fusion Probability: Once per Eon
Scanning target…
Infant lifeform.
Bloodline: Sovereign-God Hybrid.
Soul Stability: Perfect.
Existence Integrity: Absolute.
Compatibility—
100%.
The orb shattered.
No explosion.
No flare.
It dissolved into mist and entered the newborn child's chest.
For one immeasurable instant—
All Laws went silent.
The Realm Authority lattice paused.
The heavens forgot how to function.
Then—
A heartbeat.
Small.
Soft.
Mortal.
The child cried.
And the Origin answered.
Not as a voice.
As alignment.
Deep within his soul, something infinite awakened.
Not power.
Not yet.
Potential.
Infinite stat capacity detected.
No overload threshold.
No rejection parameter.
No instability.
Designation confirmed:
Origin Host.
Correction.
Origin Itself.
The Sovereign Mother trembled.
"He… succeeded."
The Sovereign Father stared at his son.
Not with pride.
With awe.
"He is not borrowing the Origin."
"He is not hosting it."
"He is it."
Yet the cosmic storm faded.
The heavens stabilized.
Realm Authority recalibrated.
Because the child's cultivation—
Was Mortal Stage 1.
Ten total stats.
Weaker than a servant in the outer palace.
Weaker than dust in the God Realm winds.
Because Realm Authority is absolute.
And no amount of potential overrides Law.
Far beyond the God World—
Outside ranked existence—
Something noticed.
A ripple.
Transcendent perception stirred.
Not entering.
It could not.
To force entry would collapse the world.
But it watched.
Curious.
Hungry.
Within the nursery chamber, the infant's crying softened.
His eyes opened.
Black.
Deep.
Not the eyes of a newborn.
The eyes of a soul that had lived.
Died.
And remembered.
Fragments surfaced.
A previous life.
A world without cultivation.
Without law authority.
Without gods.
He had been ordinary.
Powerless.
Forgotten.
And now—
He felt it.
The weight inside him.
The stillness of something eternal.
He did not understand it.
But instinct whispered:
Grow.
A faint interface flickered across his consciousness.
Not projected.
Embedded.
[Origin System Initialized]
Host: ConfirmedRealm: MortalStage: 1
Stat Growth: UnlimitedAuthority Access: LockedLaw Synchronization: 0%
Directive: Ascend.
His tiny fingers clenched.
Energy circulated naturally.
No technique.
No guidance.
Just instinct.
Each breath refined mortal qi.
+1 STR+1 VIT+1 AGI+1 INT+1 WIL+1 SOUL+1 ENERGY+1 LAW RES
But—
The Realm did not change.
Because stats are quantity.
Realm is authority.
And authority must be comprehended.
Across the palace, an alarm formation activated.
Not danger.
Recognition.
Every divine being within the Sovereign Territory felt it.
A pulse.
Subtle.
Heavy.
A pressure that did not suppress—
But promised.
The pressure of something that would one day eclipse gods.
The Sovereign Father looked toward the sky.
"We must hide him."
The Sovereign Mother nodded.
"If the Artificial Origin Faction learns…"
Silence.
Even Gods feared certain names.
There were those who attempted forced Origin fusion.
Those who tore worlds apart seeking compatibility.
Those who would slaughter for even 0.1%.
And this child was 100%.
The infant stopped crying.
His gaze drifted toward the ceiling.
He could not speak.
Could not stand.
Could not even control his own neck.
Yet somewhere in the depth of his soul—
He smiled.
Because he could feel it.
The laws.
The layers.
The hierarchy.
Mortal.
Ascendant.
Demigod.
God.
Transcendence.
An endless staircase.
And at the top—
Something beyond ranking.
Waiting.
He was weak.
Pathetically weak.
Ten stats.
Mortal Stage 1.
But infinite potential meant nothing without climb.
And climb he would.
Slowly.
Correctly.
Within the rules.
Outside the palace, clouds swirled into a vortex.
Not dark.
Not bright.
Neutral.
As if the world itself were adjusting to a new constant.
A new anchor.
A new center.
In the depths of existence—
The Origin pulsed again.
Not loudly.
Just once.
A promise.
The beginning of a destiny.
And the weakest being in the highest world—
Closed his eyes.
To grow.