The silken sheets, spun from threads of a dream-spun nebula, clung to Karsus's skin, a luxurious weight he barely registered. His gaze, still thick with the residue of slumber, drifted across the forms nestled beside him. Four women, each breathtaking, each subtly different, yet undeniably Daenerys. Her Targarion Tiefling body lay closest, her slender arm resting near his chest.
Beyond her, the Succubus, a vision of ethereal allure, her wings a whisper of shadowed lace against the bedframe, her skin an alabaster canvas. Further still, the Amazon, all powerful curves and sun kissed strength, her muscles rippling even in repose. And finally, the Ferunian human body, her features soft appearing exactly as he did in Westeros, her hair a cascade of moonlight.
A profound, almost dizzying confusion swirled within Karsus, a question that refused to coalesce into words. How could one consciousness splinter into such distinct, vibrant vessels? How could she exist in so many forms, each a perfect, singular expression of her essence?
Suddenly, the Tiefling's body, closest to him, stirred. Her eyes, pools of molten violet, fluttered open, instantly locking onto his. A slow, knowing smile, sharp and tender all at once, curved her lips, revealing the faintest hint of pointed canines. "Morning, love," her voice, a low, resonant purr, vibrated against his ear.
"You're already awake." She stretched languidly, her lithe form arching like a predatory feline, a soft groan escaping her throat as her muscles unfurled. Her gaze, still half lidded, swept over his face, a silent question in its depths. He returned her stare, his own brow furrowed.
"I'm… I'm just a little confused." His eyes flickered to the other sleeping forms, their breathing soft and even, their faces serene. "Your main body is awake, but your other bodies are asleep. They look like completely different people, their bodies, their eyes, their hair, even their soul signatures; they are completely different from anyone else. They probably won't tell the difference, but they are all you. Unlike your clones, their auras are completely different. I doubt even other cosmic cultivators will be able to tell the difference." He spoke slowly, each word a pebble dropped into the deep well of his understanding, seeking a bottom that seemed to recede indefinitely.
Before the Tiefling could respond, a ripple of energy, like heat shimmering off a desert road, passed through the Succubus's body. Her eyes, the color of crimson red, snapped open. Her full, sensuous lips curved into a knowing smirk. "I know it's a little strange to comprehend." Her voice, a silken caress, resonated not just from her lips, but from within his very mind, a chorus of Daenerys's essence. "But in truth, I have transcended the limitations of what it means to be human. I can exist in different ways and in different states tangible and intangible."
"Think of these bodies as vessels although they possess original souls different from my own they have no consiusness allowing me to control them, it is almost similar to how Horace, despite only being one entity, can control over 1 million subsidiary bodies with minimal effort."
Karsus, as I am right now, I am able to fight with beings like true gods, eternal true gods, god kings, god emperors, and even sector beasts. As for hunyuan life forms and overlords, I would probably struggle, but when it comes to beings below true god, they are not even worth my attention. As for my abilities, I can manipulate powers that even god emperors envy. "Daenerys says as the Tiefling's body began to rise from the bed. One hand, instinctively rose to cup her breasts, a gesture of modest concealment that seemed almost an afterthought in the swirling chaos of the room.
"We should probably clean up before the others return," The Tiefling body mused, her voice tinged with a playful exasperation. She turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the sleeping forms. A silent command, a pulse of energy, emanated from her. The Amazon bodies golden eyes snapped open, her powerful frame tensing for a moment before relaxing.
The Ferunian human body stirred, her soft sigh a gentle breeze in the room, her violet eyes slowly unveiling. The other two bodies, now fully awake, sat up, their movements perfectly synchronized with the Tiefling's, a silent ballet of shared consciousness.
The Tiefling's body, her bare feet pressing into the plush, crimson rug, moved towards a scattered pile of parchments, a subtle frown creasing her brow. Karsus remained on the bed, the luxurious sheets still tangled around his legs. The Tiefling's body paused, turning her head, her violet eyes narrowing slightly. "What's wrong?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her tone, though her lips still held that soft, knowing curve.
"Well…" Karsus began, his voice a low rumble. He slowly pulled back the silken sheet that covered him, revealing the rigid, undeniable evidence of his arousal. His cock, thick and engorged, throbbed with a life of its own, a relentless pulse against the cool air. It pointed upward, a testament to the potent cocktail of desire and the intoxicating presence of Daenerys, in all her forms, surrounding him.
Daenerys, in her Tiefling form, stared for a long moment, her violet eyes tracing the engorged length of him. A slow, disbelieving laugh, low and husky, escaped her throat. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice laced with amusement, though a flicker of something else, annoyance, perhaps, or a resigned exasperation crossed her features.
"You're already this pent up?" She gestured vaguely towards the other bodies, who were now beginning to move, tidying the immediate vicinity of their slumber. "The others will be returning soon." The Tiefling said as she neared the bed her tail dancing in excitement
"Well, it's not my fault I'm gifted," Karsus retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against her thigh as she stood close to the bed. The warmth of her skin, smooth and firm, sent a jolt through him. "Come on, just a blowjob. It'll just take five minutes, I promise." His purple eyes, dark and pleading, met hers.
The urgency in his voice was undeniable, a primal thrumming that vibrated between them. She sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of aeons. Her gaze flickered between his insistent erection and the slowly awakening, tidying forms of her other selves. A small, almost imperceptible shake of her head. "
Fine," she conceded, the word a soft exhalation. "Let's just get this over with." The tiefling body said as she turned, her movements fluid and unhurried, and knelt beside the bed. Her violet eyes, now devoid of their previous exasperation, held a spark of something darker, more intimate. Her long, silver-gold hair, like spun fire, brushed against his inner thigh as she leaned in.
Her Tiefling hands, slender, reached out. One cupped the sensitive head of his cock, her thumb tracing the rim, sending a shiver through him. The other hand wrapped around the base, a gentle but firm hold. She leaned closer, her breath, warm and moist, ghosting over the throbbing flesh. His balls, heavy and full, brushed against her chin. Her lips, full and soft, parted slightly, revealing the glint of her sharp canines. She took him in, slowly, deliberately, her mouth a hot, wet cavern.
A low groan rumbled in Karsus's chest as the warm, slick pressure enveloped him. Her tongue, nimble and teasing, flicked against the underside of his shaft, a sensation that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through his entire body. He closed his eyes, his head falling back against the pillow, lost in the immediate, intense pleasure. She pulled back slightly, just enough for him to feel the cool air on his wet skin, then descended again, deeper this time.
He felt the back of her throat, a soft, yielding resistance, as she took him almost to the root. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips. Her hands worked in tandem with her mouth, one still cupping his head, gently squeezing, the other stroking the length of him. The rhythm was slow, deliberate, a tantalizing build. Her lips moved, suckling, drawing him further in with each pull. The sounds of her pleasure, soft slurps and wet, fleshy kisses, filled the air, mingling with his own ragged breaths. He watched, through half-lidded eyes, the rise and fall of her throat, the way her violet eyes, now glazed with a primal hunger, looked up at him, a silent question in their depths. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull, her jaw working steadily, efficiently.
He reached down, his fingers tangling the Targarion Tiefling silver gold hair as he begun to gently guide her movements, urging her deeper, faster as her other Origin bodies watched the intence special.
The sensation was exquisite, a relentless assault on his senses. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge, then plunged into the urethral opening, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. He felt the pressure building, a tightening in his loins, a delicious ache that promised imminent release. She worked him with an expert's touch, her lips and tongue a symphony of sensation. The wet, rhythmic shlicking sounds filled the room.
He could feel the warmth of her breath, the faint, exotic taste of her mouth, a blend of sweet and musky. His hips began to buck instinctively, meeting her thrusts, driving himself deeper into her welcoming mouth. The pressure intensified, becoming almost unbearable. He could feel the pre-cum, thick and slick, coating her tongue, lubricating his shaft further. Her suction was incredible, a powerful vacuum that drew him inexorably towards the precipice. His balls tightened, pulling up against his body. He was on the verge, teetering, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to prolong the exquisite agony.
Her violet eyes, still fixed on his, seemed to hold a challenge, a playful dare. She sped up, her movements becoming more urgent, more aggressive. Her hands squeezed, her fingers digging into his flesh, sending fresh waves of sensation through him. His vision blurred, the edges of the room softening into a kaleidoscope of colors. A choked cry ripped from his throat as his body betrayed him, arching upwards, his muscles spasming. A hot, thick gush of semen erupted from his cock, filling her mouth, coating her tongue, spilling over her chin. He felt her swallow, a deep, guttural sound, even as she continued to milk him, drawing out every last drop of his release. Her eyes never left his, a triumphant glint in their depths.
The taste of him, salty and potent, filled her mouth. He collapsed back onto the pillows, gasping for breath, his body spent and trembling. A profound sense of relief washed over him, a deep, satisfying calm settling in his loins.
The Tiefling Body remained kneeling, her face smeared with his cum, her lips glistening. She slowly pulled away, her tongue flicking out to clean her lips, savoring the taste. A thin strand of his cum stretched between her mouth and his cock before breaking. She looked up at him, her violet eyes sparkling. A slow, feline smile spread across her face, a promise of more to come. The scent of his cum mingled with her own unique fragrance, a potent aroma of spent passion. He watched, mesmerized, as she licked her lips clean, her gaze still locked with his, a silent acknowledgment of their shared moment.
Suddenly, a knock comes from the door by a sharp, rhythmic rapping against the reinforced oak of the bedchamber doors.
"My Lady? Are you awake? Why is the door locked?"
The voice belonged to Talon, the Silverium Guard, whose dedication to protocol was as unyielding as her armor. Daenerys's her main consciousness still in the Targarion Tiefling Body stood wiping the cum of her face, her violet eyes snapped wide, her regal composure replaced by the frantic energy of a wife caught in a compromising position.
"Talon!" Daenerys whispered under her breath, turning to Karsus with a look of panicked exasperation. "Shit, I told you they'd be back early."
With a desperate, sweeping gesture, Daenerys signaled her three Origin Bodies, the Succubus, the Amazon, and the Faerunian Human body, to hide into the adjoining marble bathroom. They moved like shadows, their footsteps silent as they slipped behind the steam-fogged glass just as Talon knocked again, louder this time.
"My Lady? Are you quite alright?"
Daenerys forced her voice into a tone of airy, morning nonchalance. "I am fine, Talon! I am merely… preparing for my morning shower."
"Ooh, very well, my Lady," Talon's muffled voice drifted through the wood. "In that case, I shall go and wake Master Karsus. It is nearly 7:00 AM."
"NO!" Daenerys shouted, the volume echoing off the high ceilings.
On the bed, Karsus was a blur of motion, scrambling to untangle his legs from the nebula-spun sheets while frantically grabbing for his trousers. He shot Daenerys a look of silent, wide-eyed amusement even as he struggled to find his boots.
"Why not, my Lady?" Talon asked, her tone shifting to one of confusion.
"Don't worry!" Daenerys called back, her 2 hearts hammering against her ribs. "I have already woken him up, so you don't have to worry about him. You can go and prepare breakfast; we shall join you shortly."
There was a long pause from the other side of the door. Karsus froze, holding one boot mid-air.
"Very well, my Lady," Talon finally replied, though a hint of suspicion lingered in her voice.
"By the way," Daenerys added, trying to regain her imperial authority, "Have the others returned from the allspark god kingdom?"
"No. They are still goofing around," Talon sighed. "Sometimes I wonder how Horace is my intellectual superior. He sent me back only because I insisted on my duties within the main palace. He, Azu, and Yinrou are currently 'cleaning up' the final remnants of the hunt. By my estimate, they shall return at 8:00 AM. Is there anything else, my Lady?"
"No, Talon. Thank you for your service," Daenerys said, leaning her forehead against the cool wood of the door.
"You are welcome, my Lady," Talon said softly, her voice regaining its rhythmic, metallic loyalty. "It is an honor to serve you."
The sound of Talon's armored boots faded down the hall, echoing through the vaulted corridors of the palace.
Karsus let out a long, ragged breath as Daenerys turned away from the door, a wicked, triumphant smile playing on her lips as she watched her three other bodies peek out from the bathroom door in perfect, mischievous synchronization.
"That was close," Karsus says as he puts on her trousers. "My god, that was intense. If the doors did not have the auto lock feature and Talon caught us, I don't even want to imagine the embarrassment," Daenerys says as she continues to cover her breasts with her arm. "But you have to agree it quiet entertaining, playing this little game of ours" Karsus says. "Not gonna lie, this is quite fun," Daenerys replies. "Anyways, let me help you clean up this mess. Karsus says.
"Don't worry, love. This is but a minor task." Daenerys said, her voice dropping into a tone of effortless command. She slipped into a nearby white silk robe, a gesture mirrored with haunting, fluid precision by her three other origin bodies.
Karsus paused, his shirt halfway over his head. "What are you talking about?"
Daenerys offered a playful, side-long glance that hummed with the confidence of an apex predator.
"Husband, you seem to forget the scale of my power I was once a Universe Master after all. Cleaning my room isn't even considered a chore for me."
She stood at the center of the chamber, her feet bare against the rug her silk robe barely clinging to her Tiefling body.
Her eyes suddenly pulsed with the cold, brilliant luminescence of the AllSpark Heart. Raising her right hand, she began to draw the latent primordial force energy from the Allspark heart, weaving it into a swirling vortex of galaxy-like energy. Iridescent blues, deep purples, and shimmering starlight spun between her fingers, compressing with a high-pitched, harmonic whine until it formed a dense, vibrating sphere no larger than five centimeters in diameter.
"Targaryen Secret Technique: Absolute Clean," she intoned.
She crushed the sphere in her palm.
The orb didn't just break; it detonated in a silent, radial supernova of crystalline blue light. The wave of energy washed over the room like a physical tide, passing through the walls, the furniture, and their very bodies. As the light touched Karsus, he felt a strange, tingling effervescence, a sensation of every microscopic impurity being stripped away at the atomic level.
When the brilliance faded, the room didn't just look clean; it looked holy. The amethyst windows sparkled with a preternatural clarity; the velvet chairs possessed the sheen of untouched fabric; even the air tasted of ozone and high-altitude snow.
"I truly cannot believe you are utilizing the primordial force energy for household sanitation," The AllSpark system telepathically says to Daenerys.
"Amazing," Karsus remarked, running a hand over his arm. "My entire body is spotless. My skin feels... brand new. That is a terrifyingly useful ability."
"Thank you," Daenerys replied, stepping back into her intricate silver regalia, which drifted toward her as if reclaimed by its queen. "Thanks, I had created this technique to specifically get rid of evidence? Even if Talon walked in with a microscopic scanner right now, she would find not a single strand of our DNA. This time I made it so that it left a delightful sent of Jasmine on our clothes."
Daenerys says as she smooths the front of her gown. "Anyways, finish up putting your shirt," Daenerys says as she returns her three bodies, which have finished putting on their cloths, back into the ring.
"I believe I am finally ready. Let's go have breakfast. I am completely finished," Karsus announced, stepping back and observing Daenerys as she struggled to style her own hair. He watched her fingers fumble with the silver-gold strands for a moment before tilting his head. "What exactly are you doing?"
"I am trying to style my hair," she replied, her tone laced with a hint of frustration.
"Here, let me help," Karsus offered, stepping into her personal space. However, his confidence far outstripped his skill. Within seconds, his large hands had turned the elegant attempt into a tangled knot.
"No! Twist the braid to the left, then intersect it with the first one," Daenerys commanded, her eyes meeting his in the mirror as he eventually pulled back, defeated.
"I don't think this is quite right," Karsus muttered, sheepishly looking at the bird's nest he had created. As Daenerys spun around to give him a flat look, he threw his hands up in defense. "Oh, come on! I'm not a professional stylist like your maids. If it's such a struggle, why don't you just bring back Missandei? From the memories I absorbed from you, she was the one who always helped you with this."
Daenerys paused, her expression shifting from annoyance to disbelief. "You want me to reincarnate Missandei just because I'm having a bad hair day? I am not that petty, but thank you for reminding me. I will reincarnate her once I have healed up, Ashante. I can wait to see her again, and afterward, I will resurrect Katerina Restova. I am sure you will like her; she always had the craziest stories," Daenerys says as she turned back to the mirror, effortlessly smoothing her hair back to its natural state as she glanced at the clock. It was already 7:50 am. "Though, I suppose I could bring her back early this time, now that the Allspark System has unlocked its full suite of features."
"Come on, let's go. The others will be arriving any minute," Daenerys urged, her fingers interlacing with Karsus's as she led the way. They moved with a practiced grace through the sprawling corridors, eventually reaching the grand entrance of the main palace dining hall.
As they stepped inside, the aromatic scent of roasted meats and fresh spices filled the air. "Morning, Master Karsus, Lady Daenerys," Talon greeted them warmly, her movements precise as she placed the final pieces of polished silverware onto the long, dark wood table.
"Morning to you, too, Talon," they replied in near-unison, settling into their high-backed chairs. Daenerys scanned the spread, her eyes widening at the sheer variety of dishes. "Wow, you've truly outdone yourself today." Daenerys sayed
Talon offered a modest bow. "Thank you, my lady. I managed to source some choice cuts from our recent hunts in the Z1 secret realms. "Talon says as the heavy doors creaked open once more as Horace, Yinrou, and Azu filed into the room, bringing a wave of lively energy with them. "Morning, you two," Horace noted with a wry grin as they moved toward their respective seats. "It seems we're the last ones to arrive."
"Morning, Horace. It sounds like you three had quite the adventure out there," Daenerys remarked, leaning back as she took a sip of her drink.
"We did," Horace replied, glancing sideways at Yinrou. "Though Yinrou almost died trying to solo a A peak Student Level 9 Sky Raging Bull." Horace says.
"Dude! What the hell? Why would you tell her that?" Yinrou snapped, her face flushing a deep crimson, clearly embarrassed by the call-out.
Daenerys's expression immediately softened into concern. "Yin, are you alright? If you're still injured, tell me where it hurts. I can use my Allspark abilities to mend any lingering damage instantly."
"I'm fine, really," Yinrou muttered, her gaze drifting toward Horace. "Horace fixed me up using his own abilities." She fell silent for a moment, a flicker of awe crossing her face as she recalled the raw power he had displayed. It was a stark reminder that, as a Second Generation Administrator, his capabilities though now only planetary operated on a level far beyond the ordinary.
As the tension in the room shifted, Yinrou suddenly leaned in, his nose twitching as he began to sniff the air around Daenerys. His focus quickly pivoted, moving toward Karsus with a predatory curiosity. He circled him once, sniffing intently at the fabric of his tunic.
"Why do your clothes have the same scent as the Master?" Yinrou asked, his gaze sharpening into a suspicious glare.
Karsus let out a sharp, jagged cough, nearly choking as he hastily set his tea back onto the table. "I....well, I just borrowed one of her perfumes. I've grown quite fond of the Jasmine one lately. Isn't that right, Dany?" he managed to squeeze out, looking toward her for a lifeline.
"Yes... I gave one of my perfumes to Karsus this morning," Daenerys added, though the sudden, deep flush creeping up her cheeks told a different story.
Horace didn't miss a beat, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Pff! By that reaction, I'd wager you gave Karsus a lot more than just a bottle of perfume," he chuckled, the sound of his laughter echoing through the hall.
"I can't wait to become an immortal so I can kill that sky-raging bull," Yinrou says. "Haa ha, yin if you fight the sky raging bull as an immortal, it will be basically bullying. Immortals are extremely strong, just imagine fighting Bhaal at peak power."Horace says.
"If that were the case, the Sky Raging Bull would have been disintegrated instantly," Yinrou noted, pausing his meal as a memory surfaced. "I remember when Bhaal fought other Immortals; several planets were usually just collateral damage in their wake."
Daenerys blinked, catching a detail in his casual storytelling. "Hold on, Yin... exactly how old are you right now?"
"I'm 1062 years old," Yinrou answered matter-of-factly. "I've only got a few hundred left until I hit 3000, which is when I'll finally be considered an adult."
"You're what? One thousand and sixty-two?" Daenerys exclaimed, her mind momentarily reeling at the scale of time.
"Is it really that surprising?" Horace interjected, his glowing optics flickering. "He's been traveling with Bhaal for quite some time. Besides, with a Life Gene Level of 6, his natural longevity is six times that of a human at the same cultivation stage."
As Horace spoke, Daenerys recalled the fundamental laws of Cosmic Cultivation. Life genes were the ultimate multiplier of existence. A baseline human at the peak of the World Master rank could expect to live for roughly 1,000 Eras, about 10 million years."
"However, someone like Yinrou, with a Life Gene Level of 6, would have a staggering lifespan of 6,000 Eras, or 60 million years, at that same rank. But once a being ascended to the Immortal stage, the concept of a "natural" lifespan vanished entirely. An Immortal is restricted only by the Reincarnation Cycle of the Primal Universe itself. They could live for a full 100 quadrillion years until their primal universe reached its inevitable end. To survive beyond that, they would have to retreat into God Internal Worlds, miniature universes, Holy Lands, or god Kingdoms to escape the total annihilation of the cycle.
"Well, I suppose out of all of us, Azu is actually the youngest," Daenerys said, her gaze softening as the little Vortex Spider leaped onto her shoulder. "She was probably only a few days old when I first used Soul Enslavement on her."
"I really wish she could cultivate," Yinrou sighed, watching the tiny creature. "It's a shame for such a unique being to be capped by her birth rank."
"Oh, she certainly can," Daenerys corrected with a knowing smile. "Or rather, she can now, after eating one of Orelia's Golden Fruits." The Targarion Tiefling as she removed the golden apple like fruit she got during her first date with Karsus.
She produced a shimmering, gilded fruit and offered it to Azu. Despite her diminutive size, the white vortex spider eagerly snatched the fruit and devoured it whole, her tiny body pulsing with a faint, golden rhythm.
As Azu finished the last bite, her tiny form didn't just glow; it ignited. A warm, multi-colored radiance, shimmering with the distinct frequencies of the eight original laws, washed over her exoskeleton. "Are you okay?" Yinrou asked, leaning in with genuine concern. In response, Azu let out a sharp, satisfied burp that released a small puff of literal flame, her many eyes sparkling with newfound clarity.
"Wow, amazing," Horace remarked, his sensors analyzing the energy spike. "So, Orelia's fruit can actually grant a being the ability to cultivate? And not just that it gives them the innate ability to sense all the lower laws?"
"Yes," Daenerys confirmed. "It can even heal mortal injuries. As for soul attacks, well, Orelia is still quite young, so that's a bit beyond her current fruit's grade."
"What do you mean by that?" Horace asked, tilting his head as his processors whirred.
"You see, as Orelia continues to grow and evolve, the structure and quality of the fruits she produces will continue to change," Daenerys explained. "It was only after joined the Celestial God Country and saw the tree Yggdrasil that I realized she was actually a World Tree. Her mere presence has made the structure of my God Internal World virtually indestructible. Most gods spend their entire existences dreaming of owning a World Tree; they are so rare that deities would slaughter one another just to obtain a single branch for cloning. Even a cloned tree, though weaker, provides a God Internal World with a foundation of absolute stability."
She paused, her expression becoming solemn as she described the peak of such power. "If a World Tree is cultivated to the Overlord stage, it becomes capable of producing a Primordial Fruit once every reincarnation cycle. That fruit is the ultimate treasure for two reasons: first, consuming it heals every single anomaly or corruption affecting a being. Second, it grants the consumer a base Ultimate Life Gene Level of 100,000 times."
"To a normal cultivator, reaching that gene level is an unthinkable achievement," she continued, her voice dropping to a respectful whisper. "But for a God, it's essentially a cheat code. When a God from the Great Wheel cosmology consumes a Primordial Fruit, the result is terrifying. It combines that staggering genetic foundation with the exponential multipliers provided by their Divine Portfolios. In our caged world, a Portfolio provides absolute immunity to soul enslavement and acts as a multiplicative for a God's power upon activation. Combined with a 100,000-fold gene base, they become a force that defies the natural order of the universe. Whenever the activate potfolios abilities."
"When a God consumes the Primordial Fruit and sets their Base Ultimate Life Gene Level to 100,000,000, every subsequent rank advancement ceases to be a simple climb," Daenerys explained, her eyes shimmering with the weight of the knowledge. "It turns a linear power progression into a geometric explosion. In the Great Wheel cosmology, a standard Domain Lord sees their gene level multiplied by ten upon breaking through and obtaining a Portfolio. For a common cosmic cultivator with a gene level of one, that breakthrough simply moves them to ten. It's a respectable jump, but nothing reality-shattering."
She paused to let the math sink in, using her own family as a benchmark. "Take my father, for example. He already possessed a formidable life gene of 100 when he ascended to the rank of Domain Lord. Once he secured his Portfolio, that base life gene was multiplied by ten, meaning his true cultivation when he uses his Portfolio of murder is elaveted to 1,000. By the time he reached the Immortal stage, his natural gene level had climbed to 1,000, meaning in his empowered state he reached a staggering 10,000 times the human baseline making him 10,000 stronger than a normal cosmic cultivator of the same rank."
"Now, imagine the scale I am operating on," she continued, her voice gaining a sharp, authoritative edge. "With a base life gene of 100,000,000, that same tenfold Portfolio multiplier brings me to a life gene level of 1,000,000,000. At that point, normal Overlords are no longer threats; they become nothing more than a nuisance, easily brushed aside by the sheer density of my existence."
However, her expression clouded as she recalled the true titans of the cosmos. "But power is relative. Even with those numbers, I struggled when I faced Overlord-level beings like Mystra, Zeus, and Bahamut. As direct disciples of AO, they aren't 'normal' by any stretch of the imagination. Each of them possessed a life gene of at least 10,000,000,000. When you reach those heights, the battlefield isn't just about strength, it's about whose fundamental existence carries the most weight in the eyes of the universe."
"And if god manages to kill a peer and absorb their essence and portfolio, the multiplier jumps by another factor of ten," Daenerys added, her voice chillingly clinical as she broke down the mechanics of divine slaughter.
"Starting with a base of 100 million means that by the time a God reaches the status of a Universe Master or a God King, their genetic power scales into the realm far beyond normal cultivation to gods of the great wheel having a gene level of 10,000,000,000 is common among Talented God Emperors who reside in The Great Wheel Continent."
"The Great Wheel Continent is the true seat of power existing far above the Astral Sea of the great wheel cosmology where supreme beings of atleast True god level, reside and is far more complex than the myths of Faerûn, I only learned of its existance when the Mystra took me there during one of our trainings."
"The Great Wheel Continent is the source from which the Astra sea originates," she explained, pacing the edge of the palace balcony. "Each of those Oceans contains its own Original Universe and a Reincarnation Channel. It is so vast it makes the Astral Sea look like a puddle. The 'stars' you see while there are the Miniature Universes of the continent's residents. The most blinding, terrifying stars in that sky are the Miniature Universes of the God Kings, God Emperors and Overlords."
"There the distance from the ground to the sky spans 100 trillion light years. Up there, the Law of Chaos arent a whisper like in the allspark god sect but rather a roar thats how I understood the laws of primal chaos faster in my past life. There you feel the primal laws in your very marrow, unlike the diluted laws of the Primal Universe which can only richly felt in curtain secret regions and dangerous lands. It is a realm designed only for True Gods and those who have surpassed them."
Her expression turned somber as she looked toward the horizon of the Great Wheel. "Those born on the Great Wheel Continent are blessed; they usually ascend to True Godhood as a birthright of being born there and with zero training. But they share that land with Alien Beasts so ferocious that demons seem like saints. The God Kings allow these monsters to occupy the vast majority of the territory and hunt them, carving out their hearts and scales for resources. These beasts possess bloodlines so potent they can rival a God King in raw power, yet they lack the spark of true intellect. Even the most powerful of them are often kept in gilded cages, trophies for the masters of the continent."
"I cant wait to show you that place their you can find lakes spanning millions of light years, fish the size of entire planet freely swimming, and trees so spanning 100 million light years to 1 billion light years that mak Orelia seem less of a tree and more like a weed."
"Daenerys why did you not tell us about this before?" Horace asks. "I wanted to surprise you guys? Unlike the allspark god kingdom wwhich does not have a primordial continent, most caged world posses one. And even there, world trees are extremely rare."
"If she can become an overlord her size will be around ten trillion light years and she will be capable of producing a primoddial fruit every reincanation era"
"Master you must take as to the origin continent."Horace said. "My mom alwways told me it was an amazing place and once I became an adult she would take me there, Yinrou says. "Ofcource I will but if we meet your mum dont tell him I enslaved you, I realy dont want to make an enemy of the Raven queen." Daenerys say
Horace whirred, his internal processors clearly re-evaluating the tree in the garden. "I see. Orelia is... quite valuable."
"She is," Daenerys said, her gaze softening as she looked toward the window. "But to me, she is more like my own child. After all, she was born from the fusion of Karsus's energies and my own. She is family first, a resource second." Talon moved silently in the background, finishing the task of clearing the heavy silverware and remnants of the feast from the table.
"I won't lie, though," Daenerys continued, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Having Orelia as a Soul Servant is essentially like having a permanent cheat code active. At each stage of her evolution, she can produce 324 fruits every single Origin Year. As her cultivation increases, the concentration of Universal Energy within those fruits will skyrocket. This will allow my subordinates to build the ultimate foundation, giving even those who were previously born without the talent to cultivate a genuine path to power. Her healing abilities will become life-saving treasures even for high-ranking World Masters and Domain Lords."
She leaned forward, her eyes flashing with a businesswoman's sharp focus. "Once she reaches the Overlord stage and begins producing a Primordial Fruit every Reincarnation Era, I'll have the choice to cultivate more top-tier allies or simply sell the surplus to the Celestial God Country (CGC). According to the records I recovered from the CGC archives, a single Primordial Fruit fetched 980 Contribution Points during the last Great Cosmology Auction."
"How much is a single Contribution Point worth?" Horace asked, his optical sensors flickering as he crunched the potential data.
"One CGC Contribution Point is equivalent to 100 trillion Mixed Units," Daenerys replied calmly. "Which means a single Primordial Fruit is worth roughly ninety-eight quadrillion Mixed Units."
The room went deathly silent. Horace's servos hummed at a high pitch as he processed the sheer scale of that wealth. "What?! A standard, fully developed starfield is usually only worth between 300,000 and 1,000,000 Mixed Yuan Units. You're saying a single piece of fruit from your 'daughter' could buy entire galaxies many times over?"
"Damn. So what now, Daenerys? What's the plan?" Horace asked, leaning back.
"What do you mean?" Daenerys replied, though her voice lacked its usual certainty.
"The whole reason we wanted to escape to Sigil was to hide from your father," Horace pointed out. "But now that he knows everything about us, that plan seems entirely pointless."
Daenerys remained silent for a long moment, the only sound in the room being the soft hum of the palace's energy systems. A slight, weary sigh escaped her. "For the first time... I honestly don't know. My previous plan was simple: get revenge on Joon, escape to Sigil to cultivate until I reached World Master, and then head for the Astral Plane to break through to the Domain level. But now that my true body possesses combat power rivaling God Kings, those old milestones feel hollow. They are just numbers."
She reached out, picking up the royal circlet Karsus had forged for her. The bright gold shimmered under the dining hall lights. "This crown reminds me so much of my home world. Once, I chased nothing but the Iron Throne. I believed it was my birthright; I wanted to reclaim it from those who had stolen it from my bloodline. But after living for 50,000 years, I've come to realize that such wars are nothing more than a cycle of vanity."
She turned the gold over in her hands. "Whenever I wear this, I find it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head. It took me lifetimes to understand what a true Queen is. A true Queen is one who ensures her people are fed before she sits to feast. She is one who knows her people are safe before she takes her rest. She is one who thinks twice, thrice, and yet again before she ever makes a request of those she leads."
"I remember the girl I was," she began, her voice carrying the resonance of a Universe Master. "A girl who crossed a narrow sea to reclaim a chair made of swords. I thought the Seven Kingdoms were the world. I thought the Iron Throne was the ultimate height of power. But in the 50,000 years I have traveled the Great Wheel and the Chaotic Origin, I have realized that my old ambition was like a grain of sand trying to claim lordship over a desert."
She turned to Yinrou and Talon, her expression somber. "I have seen 'Kings' on aboriginal planets—mere Students and Apprentice Levels who thought they were gods because they could crush huge mountains with their fists. I have walked the streets of civilizations where Planetary Level warriors are nothing more than common thugs, and Stellar Level protectors are bought and sold as mere bodyguards, their lives extinguished like flickering candles in the vacuum of space."
"I traveled further," Daenerys continued, her aura flaring slightly as she shows Holograghic scenes of her adventures. "I visited galaxies where the 'Emperor' was just one World Master who had lived for 1,000 Eras. He reigned over a thousand galaxies, believing himself eternal because his life core could survive the destruction of his body. To his people, he was a creator, a god; to the universe, he was just a Sector Lord whose soul would eventually collapse under the weight of time."
"I traveled further still to a starfield ruled by immortals, beings who have transcended the biological decay of the flesh and no longer even need food for sustenance. This was the realm my father reached before his encounter with Hu Yan Bo. I saw them reign over starfields like my fathers, which contained 20,000 galaxies filled with thousands of civilizations. To a mortal, they are the definition of eternal, capable of being reborn from a single surviving cell. Yet, I watched as many of them, even the Invincible Kings, became stagnant and saw how terrified they were of the day their 100 quadrillion years would expire and their souls would finally collapse into the void, as for those who served true gods the were more relaxed since they would just seek safety in the true gods miniture universe."
Her gaze sharpened as she paced the hall, the Allspark light reflecting off her silver regalia. "But I explored the universe further and found Universe Venerables, the masters of Space and Time those who ruled star sectors made up of 10,000 starfields filled with billons of galaxies. I have sat at the tables of Space Venerables who could fold a solar system with a thought, and Time Venerables who viewed the history of a civilization as a mere scroll to be unrolled. They are a thousand times stronger than any Immortal, beings who have fused lower and upper laws to become something beyond comprehension. They believe themselves to be the architects of reality, but even they are bound. Unless they can carve a path to the Universe Master rank and transcend the very operations of the Original Laws, they are merely higher-tier tenants in a house that is destined to burn."
She paused, looking at Talon and Horace. "The Universe Masters I have encountered—the Tier 6 titans are the ones who truly dictate the strength of a race within a primal universe ocean, and to some level even in the universe seas, and with a single caged world containing 10,000 to 100,081 centilion universe seas, establishing a name for yourself is truly a cosmic accomplishment. When they break through, the Original Ocean descends, tens of billions of kilometers of pure energy transforming their God Kingdoms into something that can stop the laws of the universe themselves. They have transcended time and space and are capable of surviving for 3 reincarnation eras if they live in a True God Master's Miniature Universe; they are the true pillars of a race by possessing just one Universe Master, a race can be considered a powerful race. This is the race I reached before, but my understanding of the laws was not mediocu at universe master. I had already mastered the primal chaos laws and even created a great dao called the Great Dao of Balance. My power was enough to even rival weaker overlords."
"I have observed the True Gods, those Tier 7 to 10 titans who managed to transform their God Kingdoms into Miniature Universes. When they break through, the Original Universe itself acts as their guardian, shielding them from any interruption. They gain the power to live for three reincarnation eras, and if they find shelter in the Holy Land of a True God of Void Space, to 2nd level God king, they can endure until the very continent of origin resets. To a mortal, they are the ultimate creators, but to the laws of reality, they are merely the first stage of true cosmic existence."
She paced toward the center of the hall, her presence expanding as she spoke of even higher heights. "Then come the Void True Gods, the ones who can weave 'void space' with a single thought. Their Miniature Universes span billions of light-years—vast, teeming expanses that act as Holy Lands. These are the lifeboats of the cosmos. Within them, a Void True God can house Universe Masters and Knights, allowing them to transcend the three-era limit. But that safety comes at a price. If that Void True God falls, every soul within their universe, even those exploring the distant reaches of the Universe Ocean, extinguishes in an instant. They are the heart and the horizon of their people; without them, their entire civilization is nothing but a memory."
"I have visted Primodial continents like the Origin Continent and the Great wheel continent vast land masses where a simple tree is a few million light years a realm upon which Eternal True Gods are considered stronges, those titans who have grasped the very origin mysteries of the universe the secrets of Life and Death themselves," Daenerys said, her voice echoing with the weight of civilizations. "To an Eternal True God, a starfield is but a garden. Their miniature universes span at least ten billion light-years, and those born with a perfect foundation can stretch their influence across a staggering 100 billion light-years of space. Within those vast borders, they are the source of all things. Their recovery is so swift, their energy so boundless, that they can foster an army of True Gods without even feeling the cost."
She paced toward the window, looking out as if she could see the distant Continent of Origins. "But even they are mere stepping stones to the Primal Chaos Sovereigns, the Saints. Imagine a being whose very heart has been replaced by a Chaos Space, the primordial soup from which all laws were birthed. They do not just understand the laws; they control the source. And above them, the God Kings, who can take that Chaos Space and birth an entirely new miniature universe within themselves, creating a reservoir of godly power that defies calculation."
Her eyes blazed with a violet light as she turned back to the room, the Allspark humming in resonance with her words. "Most would stop there. Most would be content to be a God King, living for a reincarnation cycle, sheltered in a Holy Land. But I have seen the shadows of the God Emperors. The Dao Lords. These are the beings who have abandoned the guidance of the normal Great Daos entirely. They no longer follow a path; they are the path. They are Eternal in the truest sense of the word—Low-Level Chaotic Origin Lifeforms who have transcended the need for a universe to sustain them. Lastly the Overlords
"I see the path clearly now," she whispered, her gaze sweeping over Horace, Karsus, and the newly ascended Talon Prime. "The Great Wheel and the Universe Ocean are filled with those who are content to be 'Holy' within their own cages. But the empire I build will not be a cage. We will not just comprehend the laws; we will forge our own. We will climb until the Reincarnation Cycle is nothing more than a breeze against our skin, and the Continent of Origins is just the first province in an empire that spans the Chaotic Origin itself."
"But even the Eternal True Gods and the Void Masters are still residents of the 'Cage,'" Daenerys said, her voice dropping into a register that seemed to vibrate the very molecules of the room. "Beyond the boundaries of our Source Worlds lies the Infinite Chaotic Origin Space. It is there that the true apex predators reside, the Chaotic Origin Lifeforms."
She looked at Horace, the blue light of her Allspark UI reflecting in his optics. "I have witnessed the transition from a 3-D existence to something higher. To an Overlord, everything we have discussed—the Universe Masters, the True Gods, even the Holy Lands—is nothing more than characters in a flat painting. An Overlord does not just follow the laws; they make the Supreme Laws. They exist outside the Origin world, looking down upon our entire reality as if it were a mere scroll. To them, a starfield is a speck of dust, and a reincarnation cycle is but the ticking of a second."
Her expression turned grim, the shadow of ancient memories flickering in her violet eyes. "And then there are the Innate Chaotic Origin Lifeform Progenitors beings born as god emperors from the chaotic Origin dimension itself of the Infinite Space.t This Beings, being can rival overlords in power the moment they are born, not of cultivation, that have naturally jumped out of the cage since their birth. Their body has the manifestation of the Great Dao. Even the most ordinary ones were born at the God Emperor level. This is the largest group in the Chaotic Origin Dimension and the most terrifying group in the Chaotic Origin Dimension. Unlike Cultivators, Lords, also called Overlods, who create Great Dao, Chaotic Origin Primogenitors rely on these natural cores to grow stronger and eventually become world Chaotic Origin Lifeform. I once fought 123 of them, and oh boy, it was not easy. One or two is fine, but surrounded by 10 or 20, even an Overlord won't survive, with the most terrifying one I have met was one called Yog-Sothoth, the blind idiot who killed me by waking me up from sleep. I didn't even see an attack, only darkness. I have seen them descend upon Source Worlds, treating billions of light-years of civilization as a mere feast to sustain their immortality. They are the natural enemies of ecaousr their very existence is anchored in the Mysterious Lands of the chaotic Origin dimension, realms so absolute that as long as the land endures, they cannot perish forever."
She turned back to her companions, her gaze sweeping over her subordinates, who seemed terrified after learning the truth of the universe. "This is the true danger of the Univers no matter how strong you get, there always seems to be someone stronger."
"The truth is, even CGC, after exploring the chaotic origin dimension for all those reincarnation eras, has not even been able to explore 1% of the chaotic origin dimension, which is rumored to be infinite. Even the gods of the great wheel understand that in the grand scale of unversed they are just one of the countless stars. Come on, guy dont look so down. We have Overlord AO as our protector, who has protected the great wheel from danger for countless years; even other progenitors don't dare to get 100 trillion light-years close to the great wheel, so we are safe. Combine that with his luminous body, most Progenitors run after just seeing him."
"She looked up, her violet eyes burning with a new, grounded ambition. " After experiencing different alien civilizations, what I now want is to create an empire that welcomes all races of the Chaotic Origin Dimension, a place like Sigil, but better. I want a sanctuary in this dangerous universe where different cultures can live and grow together. "
My dream is to build a realm where everyone can reach their full potential, whether they are a simple farmer or a powerful cosmic cultivator. A place where the diverse races of the universe don't have to fear for their lives, but can grow and exist without being judged for their origin, similar to city Sigil, where you could casually meet a goblin drinking bear with a red dragon as they relaxed in a tavern."
Her voice softened, but the conviction stayed firm. "I want an empire where children can play without worrying about fighting wars they did not start. This is my dream. It's probably idealistic, maybe even dumb, and I know the chances of creating such a place are slim. But I would still like to try."
The dining hall fell into a profound silence. Her subordinates sat in awe, the weight of her words hanging in the air. This wasn't the ambition of a conqueror, but the vision of an Empress, one whose Ideal would rewrite the history of countless alien civilizations.
"Administrator Daenerys, please, allow me to join you on this path. I wish to see your dream made a reality," Horace declared. "I have seen many leaders across the eons, but none like you, a leader who is as fierce as a dragon, yet as gentle as a lamb. If there is anyone in this chaotic origin dimension who can make this dream a reality, it is you."
"I, too, wish to walk this path with you, my Queen," Karsus added, his voice steady and filled with a new sense of purpose.
"Me too, Master! Though mostly I just want to hunt down anyone who stands in your way," Yinrou chirped, his tail dancing back and forth in a blur of excitement.
"And I, my Lady. I wish to follow you wherever this path leads," Talon said with a graceful bow. Even little Azu, perched on Daenerys's palm, raised one of her slender spider legs in a silent, solemn gesture of approval.
"Thank you, everyone. It means more than I can say," Daenerys whispered, her heart swelling with the loyalty of her companions. She looked down at the tiny white Vortex Spider. "As for you, little Azu, I have one more gift."
Daenerys closed her eyes, and a swirling vortex of primordial force energy began to condense around her hand. "Allspark Innate Technique: Sentience Inducement."
A brilliant, nebula-like blue glow erupted from her palm, flowing like liquid starlight. The energy coiled around Azu's small body, pulsing with the rhythm of a heartbeat before sinking deep into her shell. For a moment, the room was silent.
"I feel... different. The shiny stars inside my head are gone," a soft, calm feminine voice resonated through the hall.
"Azu? Did you just talk?" Yinrou asked, his ears twitching in disbelief.
Azu turned her many eyes toward the shadow wolf, tilting her head. "Wait, you can hear me?"
"Yes, Azu. You can speak just like us now," Daenerys said warmly. The little spider clicked her mandibles in delight, scurrying up and jumping onto Yinrou's head.
"Master, thank you for these gifts! I can't believe I can actually talk and cultivate!" Azu exclaimed, her voice bubbling with joy. "I'm so happy my best friend can finally hear me!"
Yinrou froze, his eyes widening as a tear escaped and rolled down his snout. "Best friend... I'm Azu's best friend," he whispered, his voice cracking.
"Are you crying, Yin?" Karsus asked with a teasing smirk.
"No! It's just... the dust. There's a lot of dust in this palace," Yinrou barked, sniffing aggressively as he tried to maintain his composure.
"It's actually quite cute how close you two are," Karsus chuckled. He reached into his storage ring and pulled out one of Orelia's Golden Fruits, the surface shimmering with divine intent. "Hmm, so these fruits allow one to begin sensing the Origin Laws. Quite a treasure, indeed. But it isn't as valuable to me; even if I ate it, it would only boost my cultivation a fraction. Here, Yin, take it."
Yinrou looked at the fruit, then at Karsus, confused. "Wait, why are you giving this to me?"
"Just shut up and eat it," Karsus said, his tone turning serious. "If you're going to serve in Daenerys's empire, you need to get strong. Much stronger than you are now."
Yinrou grumbled, "Fine, but I am still watching you." He says, snatching the golden apple and taking a massive bite. Almost instantly, a gentle, pulsing purple glow erupted from his fur, signaling the moment his soul began to harmonize with the deeper laws of the universe.
"Wow... I feel amazing!" Yinrou exclaimed, his voice vibrating with newfound power. As the essence of the golden fruit circulated through his veins, both his genetic structure and spiritual energy surged, harmonizing with the laws of the universe.
Watching the display, Talon offered a respectful bow. "Congratulations, Master Azu and Lady Yinrou. I wish I, too, could cultivate, but sadly, my design does not allow for it."
"Who said you can't cultivate?" Daenerys asked, a playful yet regal smirk gracing her lips as she set her golden crown firmly on the dining table. "I told you once that you would become a Universe Master, Talon. I intend to keep my word."
"Come here," Daenerys commanded gently. As the silver-clad guard approached, Daenerys began to hum a low, resonant frequency. Between her palms, a blue, electrically charged mass of positrons began to coalesce, shimmering like a miniature star. This was a piece of her own Spark—the very essence of her divinity. With a steady hand, she pressed the shimmering core into Talon's chest. The guard's body erupted in a blinding white light, absorbing the energy until a glowing insignia of a three-headed dragon burned brilliantly over her heart.
"How do you feel?" Daenerys asked as the light faded.
Talon blinked, her gaze shifting across the room with a depth of focus she had never possessed. "I feel... strange. It is a chaotic storm of complex emotions—joy, sadness, love, even hate. It is all so new."
"Cool, Dany! You actually passed on a Spark to her," Horace noted, his blue optics whirring as he scanned the shift in Talon's energy signature. Curious, he leaned in. "Hey, Talon, now that you've got a 'soul,' what do you think of me?"
Talon didn't hesitate. "You are a perverted, useless AI who spends the majority of his time fondling androids while claiming to be 'working.' The logic of how you became an Allspark Administrator eludes me to this day."
Horace stood frozen, his processors momentarily stalling at the sheer bluntness of the rebuff. Nearby, Karsus doubled over, clutching his stomach as he struggled to hold back a roar of laughter. "Damn... just damn!"
Talon ignored them, testing her new body. She jumped, spun, and moved with a fluid grace that defied her mechanical nature. "Karsus, order me to do something," she challenged.
"Okay... go fetch me a glass of water," Karsus said, curious to see the result.
"No. I refuse," Talon snapped, then paused, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit. I can act on my own impulses! I don't feel the hardcoded limitations of my system anymore. I've become an AI smart-life... but different. This energy—have I become a Transformer?"
"Yes," Daenerys replied with pride. "You are my very first Targaryen Transformer."
"Omega Prime, I mean, Daenerys, thank you," Talon whispered, her voice trembling. "I feel like I have a soul. Is this what you organic beings feel when you are happy?"
"Yes, it is, feel free to refer to me as Dany when it's just as leave Omega Prime for formal ocation but for now, enjoy your new sentience, Talon, you deserve it, but that's not all I am giving you," Daenerys says as she uses her rings subspace and removes an artifact. "Here, take this," Daenerys says as she opens her golden rings storage and gives Talon a strange Cybertronian artifact, the Matrix of Leadership.
One of the 5 Matrix of Leadership, which Bhaal had previously given her. This is a legendary ancient artifact from the Transformers Race, a Supreme Xeon Arcana Treasure usually possessed by the 10,000 primordial transformer race. This matrix of leadership was found by the then Universe master god Bane when he was exploring the Z1 Original Universe. These artifacts are 12 in number and can only be bestowed if an Allspark Administrator deems a mechanical lifeform worthy. When it is merged successfully, the spark and the host will be permanently united, becoming part of the being's very essence and transforming the mechanical being into a higher-ranking member of the transformer race called a Prime.
From the scene, the Allspark appears as a crystalline core encased in a polished metal housing with two handles, emitting a brilliant blue dazzling light.
According to the allspark ui, this Supreme Xeon Arcana Treasure will only recognize its new owner if three conditions are met, and these conditions include:
1. The being must be a mechanical form
2. The being must possess a spark bestowed by an administrator of the allspark
3. The being must be found worthy by an Allspark administrator
When it comes to abilities, it enables it to revive fallen Transformers and store the collective wisdom, teachings, and experiences of past Transformer leaders. It can enhance the bearer's physical capabilities by 10,000 times, acts as a key to high-level Cybertronian technology, and can even, at a great cost, restore energy to an entire dead planet.
"Master, thanks, but I don't think I can accept this artifact. I don't think I am worthy. After obtaining the spark, I can already tell how important this artifact is," Talon says, her hands shaking as she looks at the artifact.
"Talon, no one is born worthy. The metrics of leadership. It is a semi-sentient artifact that typically requires the user to be "worthy' or have a specific "affinity" to unlock its full potential just try it," Daenerys says as she holds the strange alien object. "Very well, my lady, I will try," Talon says as she takes the matrics of leadership near her chest, as it is fully absorbed into her body.
Suddenly, all goes black within Talons consiousness, "You Have Been Seen Worthy In The Eyes of Omega Prime and thus have been bestowed with the matrix of Leadership. Arise, Talon Prime, Leader of the Targarion Transformers."A symphony of voices, ancient and resonant, boomed through her new soul. The voice says as her body begins to float and begins to be upgraded and transformed into a new structure.
Talon's body began to hover, suspended by a localized gravity well of pure energy. Her previous form cracked and shed like an old skin, her internal structure undergoing a violent, high-speed molecular reconstruction. When the light finally receded, a masterpiece of cybernetic evolution stood in her place.
Talon Prime now possessed a sleek, lethal aesthetic that bridged the gap between high-tech biomechanics and ethereal divine armor. Her silhouette was a busty, feminine, and slender form, conveying a sense of swift, predatory elegance. Her primary plating had shifted to a matte obsidian Silverium—a deep, metallic black that seemed to drink the ambient light of the room. The brushed texture of the plates suggested a material that was simultaneously as dense as a neutron star and as flexible as silk.
The armor was segmented into overlapping anatomical plates that mimicked a biological musculature system, bearing the proud, glowing insignia of the three-headed dragon across her chest. Her waist was cinched for high-mobility rotation, and her limbs were elegantly elongated, terminating in needle-like points at her feet that barely touched the ground.
Subtle, bioluminescent cyan energy veins pulsed rhythmically through the seams of her armor. These glowing conduits traced the contours of her thighs, torso, and forearms, flickering with the heartbeat of the Matrix buried within. Her head had transformed into a smooth, beautiful humanoid face, her 2eyes glowing. Unlike traditional, clunky robotics, her joints were seamless. The transitions from shoulder to chest and hip to leg appeared liquid, as if the Silverium itself could shift and adapt to her every impulse in real-time.
"Amazing, simply amazing," Talon says as she plays with her helmet, which can retract and open freely. Her helmet appears as a smooth, featureless aerodynamic helm; there are no visible eyes or mouth, only two glowing cyan slits that angle upward, giving her a cold, hyper-focused expression.
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"By Primus... my processing power has undergone a total systemic overhaul," Talon declared, her new vocoder resonating with a metallic, melodic hum. "I've jumped from a single zettaflop per second to over a thousand!" She flexed her obsidian fingers, watching the cyan energy veins pulse in perfect synchronization with her thoughts. The sheer speed of her own cognition was a revelation; the world seemed to move in slow motion around her, every dust mote in the dining hall tracked and analyzed in real-time.
Horace chuckled, though there was a hint of genuine awe in his optics. "You haven't seen anything yet, Talon. If you reach the heights of the other Primordial Transformers—those who have ascended to the rank of God Emperors—you'll be performing at least one trillion zettaflops per second. You've just taken your first step into a much larger universe, moving from a simple machine to a cosmic engine."
Daenerys watched the exchange, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "It makes me wonder," she mused, tapping her chin as the golden light of the Allspark shimmered in her violet eyes. "I've merged with my future Primordial AI soul and unlocked the core of the System. I wonder exactly where my own processing ceiling sits now." With a subtle mental command, she summoned the Allspark UI, the translucent holographic interface shimmering into existence before her.
The system's response was instantaneous, the text scrolling in a deep, authoritative violet that felt like it was being etched directly into her mind.
[ALLSPARK INTERFACE STATUS]
Current Host: Daenerys Targaryen
Base Processing Power: 10,000 centillion zettaflops per second.
Biomechanical Multiplier: 10,000x Enhancement.
Peak Processing Power at current Planetary cultivation level: 100,000,000 centillion zettaflops per second.
"Do you even understand what kind of existence you have become?" the Allspark UI prompted next to it, a miniature projection of the Allspark appearing near the corner of the ui, the text pulsing with a cold, logical weight.
"At your current state, you could subdivide your consciousness into 100 million independent clones, each maintaining a unified sentience. As long as a single clone, origin body, or avatar exists within the fabric of the Chaotic Origin dimensions, you are functionally immortal. You have moved beyond the concept of an individual; you are now a living network of divine power."
As the UI faded, the air in the dining hall began to hum with a low-frequency vibration. The Allspark System itself, no longer just a digital interface but a physical manifestation of supreme technology, began to materialize. A crystalline structure of shifting geometries appeared in the center of the room.
"I hope you finally understand why I unlocked the full suite of the Allspark's abilities," the System spoke, its voice no longer a mere digital output but a resonant, haunting chord that vibrated through the very foundation of the palace. "You have become an existence that is terrifying even to my own protocols. You may cling to the claim that you are human, but deep down, you know the truth—and that truth haunts you. You are a supreme entity masquerading in mortal skin; you have ascended to the rank of a Chaotic Origin Ancestor, and the sheer weight of that prospect is what truly terrifies you."
The air in the room grew heavy, the atmosphere ionizing as the Allspark's presence intensified. Horace, unable to stand the coldness of the projection, snapped his optics toward the shimmering core. "What the hell, Allspark! Can't you be friendly for once? She's the one leading us!"
"Shut the fuck up!" the Allspark system roared, a shockwave of raw data momentarily scrambling Horace's sensors. "If you had not chosen to flee without appointing a successor, I would not be bound to serve a Chaotic Origin Ancestor for the next 100,000,000 Origin Reincarnation Eras! To be an Ancestor is to be an absolute, unchangeable law of the cosmos. It is to be the end and the beginning, like the likes of Yog-Sothoth."
As the system's fury subsided into a cold, clinical hum, the space in the center of the hall began to tear. "Apologies, Horace, I lost my temper for a moment. But it's not your fault, all this was part of the chaotic origin will's grand desighn" the Allspark said as it Slowly, it began to materialize the Chaotic Origin Talisman and gave it to Daenerys.
"So what do I do now?" Daenerys asks Just connect your consciousness to the Talisman." Allspark says. " Fine, you don't have to be pushy about it!" Daenerys says as she passes her genetic and spiritual energy into the talesmen to connect to the talismen, when suddenly an interface appears.
[SYSTEM PROMPT: GENETIC AND SPIRITUAL SIGNATURE CONFIRMED.]
Greetings, Chaotic Origin Ancestor Daenerys. I am the Chaotic Origin System, charge wwith managing the Chaotic Origin Virtual Network, which spans all Chaotic Origin Dimensions within the Infinite Hunyuan Space, allowing Chaotic Origin Ancestors access to the Chaotic Origin Virtual Universe.
[QUERY]: DO YOU WISH TO LINK YOUR REGISTERED PERSONAL AI TO THE CHAOTIC ORIGIN VIRTUAL NETWORK? IF DECLINED, A NEW PRIMORDIAL AI WILL BE ASSIGNED TO MANAGE YOUR ASCENSION.
Daenerys froze, her mind snagging on a single word. "Wait... Dimensions? You're telling me there is more than one Chaotic Origin Dimension?" She waited for a clarification, but the UI remained indifferent, the text pulsing with a cold, rhythmic light. The system didn't care for her curiosity; it only cared for her compliance. It repeated the prompt, the ultimatum hanging in the air: link her own personal AI or be assigned a new one.
"No, wait! Horace..." Daenerys turned her gaze toward the administrator, her expression a mix of uncertainty and silent apology. "Do you mind? If I link you, you'll be exposed to the entire network of these Chaotic Origin Ancestors."
Horace stood tall, his blue eyes flickering with a sudden, sharp intensity. "Not at all, my lady, we are in this together," he replied, his voice gaining a resonance it hadn't possessed before. "In fact, I am quite excited," Horace says excitedly.
"Very well," Daenerys whispered, turning back to the glowing Talisman. "Primordial AI Horace, kindly initiate connection to the network."
As she gave the command, a beam of data—a stream of pure, unadulterated information—shot from the Talisman and slammed into Horace. His chassis locked up, his eyes turning a blinding, crystalline white as he began the agonizingly complex process of syncing with the Chaotic Origin Virtual Network.
The void around them hummed with a frequency that felt like the heartbeat of existence itself. Suddenly, the cold, monolithic interface of the Talisman pulsed, washing the room in a wave of violet and gold light that seemed to stabilize the very fabric of reality.
[AUTHENTICATION SUCCESSFUL]
Chaotic Origin Ancestor Daenerys Targaryen, designated as the 3rd Chaotic Origin Ancestor of the 569th Chaotic Origin Dimension, has been successfully registered.
Status: ACTIVE. Access to the Chaotic Origin Will and all associated services is now authorized. All terminal communications and data streams will henceforth be routed through Registered Primordial AI: Horace.
Primodial AI Horace Kindly begin the second phase of upgrading the Daenerys Origin Life Core in order to complete the assimilation process.
Very well Horace says to the chaotic origin system.
"Daenerys, your registration is nearing its final phase, but there is one critical step remaining," Horace said, his voice dropping into a tone of absolute gravity. "Give me your Origin Life Core."
Daenerys instinctively stepped back, her hand moving toward her chest. "Hold on. Why do you need my Origin? Know how important it is to me."
"It's a mandatory part of the registration process," Horace explained, his optics scanning the data streams pouring from the Talisman. "I have to merge your Origin with the Chaotic Origin Talisman to synchronize your life signature with the Chaotic Origin Dimension. If I don't do it now, the Chaotic Origin will force the connection itself, and trust me, that process is as painful as hell, just ask AO when you eventually meet him."
The name hit her like a physical blow. "AO? You mean the creator of the Great Wheel?"
"Yes, Daenerys. AO is just one of the 10,081 Chaotic Origin Ancestor of the chaotic origin dimension," Horace replied, his servos humming with the weight of the revelation. "Now, please the Core."
Taking a deep, stabilizing breath, Daenerys reached within her Dantian. With a slow, steady pull, she began to materialize her Origin Life Core. As it left her body, the dining hall was flooded with a terrifyingly beautiful light.
The Core manifested as a massive, monolithic sphere of dark, matte metallic material, its surface etched with glowing cyan circuitry that pulsed with the rhythm of a digital heartbeat. At its very center, suspended within a cavernous aperture, sat a radiant blue star. It cast a cold, ethereal light that seemed to pierce through the shadows of the room, illuminating the faces of her companions in sharp, high-contrast detail.
Encircling the central sphere was a complex, armillary-style rigging of three interlocking gold rings that hummed with ancient power. Each ring was intricately carved with glowing, alien hieroglyphs that appeared to shift, rotate, and rewrite themselves independently of one another. The sheer presence of the Core caused the air to crackle with static, a physical manifestation of a power that had moved beyond the mortal realm and into the primordial.
"So, this is your Origin Life Core," Horace murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he supported the weight of the massive, celestial structure. Even with his advanced sensors, the feedback was overwhelming. He could sense the rhythmic thrum of every Lower Law, the intricate weaving of the Upper Laws, and the volatile, raw density of the Chaos Laws radiating from its center. The energy was so concentrated that the laws themselves began to hemorrhage from the sphere, bleeding out into the dining hall in shimmering, multicolored streams of auroras.
"So pretty," Azu whispered, her many eyes wide with wonder as she reached out a delicate, needle-like leg to swat at a passing ribbon of blue light.
Daenerys watched the auroras dance, a newfound sense of existential dread settling in her chest. "Horace... what if I didn't have an Origin Life Core? How would I have registered then?"
Horace looked up, his optics reflecting the swirling nebulae of her soul. "Daenerys, the Chaotic Origin Will doesn't just register Ancestors; it cultivates them. From the moment you were born in Westeros to this very second, every struggle, every loss, and every breakthrough was by design. You are the new 10,081st Chaotic Origin Ancestor, stepping into the vacancy left after a being known as The Presence completed his term."
"Completed his term?" Daenerys asked, her voice tight. "What happens to an Ancestor when their time is up?"
" When a chaotic origin ancestor finishes his term The chaotic origin will transform their bodies into chaotic Origin bodies and elevate them to become a Boundless ancestor, becoming a being no longer tied to a dimension."
Dude, are you absolutely sure this is safe?" Daenerys asked, her skepticism flaring.
"Safety is relative at this level," Horace countered with a wry digital grin. "But according to the data streaming from the Will, your true body's energy reserves will be multiplied by a factor of 100,081 upon completion. It's a literal power-up of multiversal proportions."
Daenerys went quiet as the Allspark UI immediately began crunching the numbers in the background. If her energy reserves were bolstered by that specific multiplier, her physical manifestation wouldn't just grow—it would expand until it dwarfed galaxies. "If that's the case," she whispered, her eyes widening as the calculation finalized, "I would be able to expand my True Body to a scale of... 100 trillion light-years?"
"If I possess a divine body of that magnitude," Daenerys mused, her voice barely a whisper as she grappled with the implications, "I can't even begin to imagine the staggering scale of my god country will be. It would be a realm without end."
"Fine here. Daenerys says as he levitates her Origin Life Core, its not like I have a choice," she says as he levitates her Origin Life Core towards Horace.
"Okay, here we go! No turning back now," Horace declared. His voice was taut with concentration as he brought the two artifacts together.
As the Talisman touched the surface of the Origin Life Core, it began to undergo a violent molecular transition. The obsidian and chrome structure dissolved into a shimmering pool of sentient liquid mercury, flowing like a living tide over the dark metallic sphere of the Core. The two entities did not just touch; they bonded at a sub-atomic level, the mercury-like substance seeping into the cyan circuitry and wrapping around the central blue star.
The reaction was instantaneous and visceral. Daenerys's eyes snapped open, glowing with a brilliance that surpassed the blue star within her core. Waves of sheer, unadulterated power radiated from her, forcing the air into a shimmering heat haze. Driven by an ancient, dormant instinct, she drifted upward and settled into a meditative position, her legs crossing as she hovered inches above the floor.
Her consciousness was no longer confined to the room. As the merger intensified, she felt her senses expanding outward, bridging the gap between her mortal form and the vast, unmapped territories of the 569th Chaotic Origin Dimension.
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"By the gods... the 569th Chaotic Origin Dimension is not a single space," Daenerys whispered, her voice echoing through the layers of reality she was now perceiving. "It possesses 100 trillion sub-dimensions, each one spanning 100,000,081 centillion light-years. And it's growing—expanding by a new 10,081 centillion light-year dimension every 100 million reincarnation eras." A shudder ran through her meditative form as the sheer scale of the Infinite Hunyuan Space crushed her previous definitions of "vast." "AO was not joking. Even after fifteen reincarnation eras of existence, the Great Wheel is still just a grain of salt in an infinite sea."
Within the roaring ocean of her consciousness, the static of the physical world fell away, replaced by the fundamental architecture of existence. "This... this is a Great Dao?" she gasped, her mind reeling as she observed the radiant, infinite threads of the cosmos. "Holy shit... all of these are Daos!"
Her vision expanded exponentially. She wasn't just seeing one or two paths; she was witnessing the full, staggering blueprint of the multiverse. One, ten, a hundred... the numbers spiraled out of control. A thousand, ten thousand, 100,081... then a million, five million, a trillion—until she was staring at 100,000,081 trillion Great Daos, each a unique master-key to the laws of reality.
"Amazing... simply amazing," she breathed, her 100-million-fold processing power cataloging the flows of energy. "So this is how AO became a legend. Most Overlords spend an eternity struggling to master just one Dao, but AO has mastered sixty. He treats Overlords like a joke because he operates on a completely different geometric plane." A sharp, competitive glint flashed in her eyes. "But this is almost a cruel joke. If my true body reaches the Overlord stage, I could contend with AO himself. My processing speed and understanding are already 100 trillion times faster than a standard Overlord."
She looked toward her companions, her mind already weaving strategies. "I could teach my subordinates just one of these paths, and they would become powerhouses capable of shaking the heavens. And with my Origin Bodies, I can cultivate multiple Daos simultaneously, even if each body is limited to a single path."
Daenerys slowly opened her eyes. The room was instantly flooded with a blinding golden-purple aura that felt as light as a feather yet possessed the weight of a collapsing galaxy. As she exhaled, she consciously suppressed the radiant pressure, allowing Horace, Karsus, and the others to finally stand upright. Before her, suspended in the air, floated the result of the merger of the two artifacts: the Chaotic Origin Life Core.
The newly upgraded Chaotic Origin Life Core manifests as an indestructible perfect fusion of celestial engineering and mathematical chaos, centered around a dense, vortex-like singularity of brilliant white and cyan energy. The original matte sphere has been reinforced with intricate, luminescent circuitry and etched with floating scientific equations that shimmer across its dark surface. Surrounding this core is an expanded, multi-layered armillary array of weathered bronze rings, now denser and more complex, featuring a dual-script of ancient glyphs and modern geometric symbols. This entire engine of creation is anchored by a titanic pillar of light that flows from a fragmented, cuboid monolith above, grounding the core's immense power into a dark, digitized void that ripples with reflected energy.
"Amazing My body feels so light," Daenerys says as she opens her stats, observing that all her stats remained the same, but her energy levels simply exploded
Allspark heart energy reserve:
Primordial energy reserve: 1,000,810,000,000,000,000 (1 Quintillion+)
Divine Demonic heart:
Divine energy: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Demonic Energy: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Mana reserve: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Aura reserve: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Origin life core energy reserve:
Spirit/Psionic Energy Aptitude:5,086,116,420,000,000,000 (5 Quintillion+)
Genetic Energy reserve: 5,086,116,420,000,000,000 (5 Quintillion+)
Shadow Magic Reserve: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
The Force:100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Nen: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Ki Reserve: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Qi Reserve:100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Duo ki: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Reiryoku:100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Tao: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
Karsite Weave: 100,081,000,000 (100 Billion)
[NEW ENERGY SOURCE ACCESSED]
Chaotic Origin Energy: 10,081 Units. Note: This primordial force contains the concentrated essence of 100 trillion Great Daos. A single unit is capable of annihilating a world or creating an entire Caged World with a thought. Use with extreme caution. This energy acts as a "Universal Solvent," capable of being transformed into any known energy type in the Chaotic Origin Dimension.
"Amazing... simply amazing," Daenerys said, a small, dangerous smile playing on her lips. She looked at her hands, where the faint shimmer of violet-gold energy danced between her fingers. "With this much energy at my disposal, even a standard Overlord is no longer a threat. They are nothing but a nuisance, a flickering candle standing before a supernova."
The dining hall seemed to groan under the sheer density of her existence. She had become a living battery for the multiverse, a being whose "human" shell was now merely a courtesy to the friends standing before her.
"Damn, even Veldron Prime does not have these insane energy levels. Allspark, you probably gave Daenerys Knowing she can rival your power," Horace says, but the Allspark system remains silent. "It true my lady if you are this strong at Planetary level only a fool would dare challenge you once you become a universe master I cant even imagine how terrifying you will be at that level, I am embarased to say this but you are truly amazing Administrator and now that you have a chaotic origin life core you can probably take down mystra, Zeus and even Bahamut who have true bodies that have reached god emperor level, but this is just one of the reasons why I no longer restrinct the other reason you will understand once the time is right." Allspark system says as the other subordinates look at her, feeling as if they are too weak to be standing in the presence of Daenerys.
Around the hall, the atmosphere shifted. Talon Prime, Yinrou, and even Karsus looked upon Daenerys with a mixture of awe and a crushing sense of their own inadequacy. The gap between them had become a canyon that spanned dimensions; they felt as though they were standing in the presence of a fundamental force of nature rather than a friend.
"Damn... I really thought I'd finally catch up to you," Karsus said, a weary, self-deprecating sigh escaping him as he looked at his own hands. "But looking at you now... you're a sun, and I'm just a candle."
Seeing the shadow of doubt in his eyes, Daenerys reached out and took his hand. Her touch was warm, surprisingly, humanly warm despite the quintillions of units of energy coursing through her veins. "Look at me, Karsus," she said, her voice soft but absolute.
She turned her gaze to all of them: Horace, Azu, Talon, and Yinrou, her shadow wolf. "No matter how much I may change, no matter how many trillion light-years my body expands or how many Daos I master, I will always be the same Dany you know. I am still the girl who walked through the fire. I am still your friend, your Queen, and your partner. That will never change."
The tension in the room snapped like a bowstring. Yinrou barked joyfully, his tail a purple blur as he and Azu scrambled toward her. Daenerys laughed, a bright, genuine sound that cut through the cosmic weight of the moment, as she knelt to pull the shadow wolf and the little vortex spider into a fierce, protective hug.
"Holy shit... the sheer scale of it," Horace stammered, his processors whirring at a frantic pace. "The technology, the cultures, the data of trillions upon trillions of races it's all right, let me register you guys, hmm seems only soul slaves, soul servants and ebon soul slaves can be registered can be register strange though okay since I, allspark system, Orelia and Talon are soul servants Bhaal and Yinrou ebon soul slaves and Azu is the only soul slave," Horace says as he begins registering all her subordinates' souls and consciousness signals into the chaotic origin virtual net work as a ying and yang begins appearing on their forehead as for Orelia it appears on the trunk and afterwards disappears.
Suddenly, Bhaal opens a holo call to Daenerys' ring. "Daenerys, what did you do? A strange mark suddenly appeared on my forehead before disappearing." "Can't you start by saying hello? How was your morning?" Daenerys says as Bhaal retorts angrily, "Daenerys Targaryen, I have no time for games. Say what has happened, or have you forgotten what the ring can do?" "Okay, shish, I was just trying to have small talk,
Daenrys starts updating Bhaal on all the events of how she became a chaotic origin ancestor and was just connecting him and her other subordinates to the Chaotic Origin Virtual Universe."
"Consider it a gift. You now have access to the data of a hundred thousand dimensions. If that isn't worth a 'hello,' I don't know what is."
Hmm, I see? As for me saying thank you, you can continue dreaming," Bhaal says as Horace cuts them off. "Okay, everyone, let's connect to the chaotic origin virtual Universe, just send a mental command to the chaotic origin talisman," Horace says.
"Wait, you fucking fools, you are honestly going to link your consciousness to something you don't understand, test it with a clone, a slave, or an origin body, only a fool would jump into water without knowing its depth, Ohh, I forgot, I am surrounded by Idiots," Bhaal says as she looks at Daenerys. "I fucking hate you!" Daenerys says. "I don't care." Bhaal answers as Daenerys uses her golden ring and removes her Ferunian Human Body and transfers a piece of her consciousness into it.
"Do you want to connect to your chaotic origin Virtual Universe, or do you want to physically go to your Chaotic Origin Secret Region now housed inside your chaotic Origin life core.
"Let me go physically to the Chaotic Origin secret region," The faerunian human body says. "Hold on, take us with you. Horace and I have multiple bodies, so it will be okay. Allspark says as she teleports all of them outside the palace. "Why did you teleport us outside?" "We have huge bodies remeber we are Primodial Transformers allspark says as she summons her Primodial Transformer body from her personal subspace.
The Allspark's primordial transformer body is a colossal 12-meter-tall mechanical body that serves as the physical manifestation of the Allspark. It appears as a towering mechanical god composed of ancient, luminescent silver and white armor. Its form is characterized by intricate, shifting geometry and a core that pulses with the raw, blue energy of creation, mirroring the celestial power of the Allspark cube itself. This primordial frame is less a traditional machine and more a living temple of cosmic engineering, featuring expansive, wing-like pylons and a regal, high-crested helm that signifies its status as high ranking member of the Primordial Transformer race.
"My turn, my Primodial Transformer Body was cultivating in one of the secret realms of the Z1 fortress just a moment," Horace says as he summons his body.
As Horace's body finally matters, his subordinates observe
Horace Primordial Transformer's body is a 15-foot majestic fusion of celestial divinity and advanced Cybertronian engineering, characterized by a radiant white and gold armor set that glows with internal solar energy. This "Primordial" form features massive, multi-layered mechanical wings that fan out like a metallic halo, complemented by a regal, crested helm and a chest piece housing a brilliant core of light. Similar to the Allspark Primodial transformer body, he has expansive, wing-like pylons and a regal, high-crested helm that signifies his status as high ranking member of the Primordial Transformer race.
"Why are you not this forms most of the time?" Karsus asks. "Wait, you think it is my full height at god emperor level, my body structure base height was 15 light years. We primordial transformers are huge, but we can still shrink our bodies to a molecule if we really wanted, Horace says as they both shrink to become 1.7 meters, reaching the size of a normal human.
"Okay lets go," Daenerys says as she sends a mental command towards the origin core which summons a portal that appears as a rotating ying and yang symbol as the Ferunian Human Body, Horace Primodial transformer body and allsparks Primodial Tiefling Body touch the portal and the origin core confirms that the soul and consiousness signatures and are thus teleported inside the Chaotic Origin Life Core becoming 3 blue stream of data and after a few seconds they are finally placed in what appears to be a huge towering gate spanning 100,0081 light years in size that makes them look like a tiny spec beside the gates stand an indestructible cosmic walls made entirely of compressed galaxies and universes and by the looks of it encircles the entire realm, Guarding the two gates with 2 blue skinned angelic beings wearing highly advance mechanical armor standing guard. One is a male who is 15 light-years tall, and the other a female who is 12 light-years tall, standing at the gate.
The two angelic beings stand as formidable, ethereal guardians against the huge cosmic gates. They possess a striking, otherworldly aesthetic that blends divine grace with advanced militaristic engineering.
Both beings are extremely breathtaking and have luminous pale skin similar to the Valaryan race that seems to hold a subtle internal glow, contrasting sharply with their bright features. Their hair is a shimmering blend of silver and pale gold, and on their foreheads, a golden star tattoo is imprinted. Massive, glowing red wings extend from their backs. These aren't traditional feathers; they appear to be composed of pure starlight structures that emit a soft, neon radiance.
Their armor is a masterpiece of "magitech" design, each bearing the Insignia of a 3 headed dragon. The plating is a mix of burnished silver and deep gold metal, accented with glowing cyan ley-lines that pulse like a heartbeat. Gold filigree and celestial engravings decorate the chest plates and pauldrons, giving the mechanical suits a ceremonial, sacred feel. The armor fits seamlessly to their forms, featuring reinforced joints and glowing power cores that suggest high-speed mobility and immense strength.
The Male Guardian. On the left, he stands tall and broad-shouldered, wielding a massive energy edged battle axe. His expression is stern and vigilant, his hand resting firmly on his weapon.
The Female Guardian: On the right, she possesses a lithe but powerful build, holding a long, pointed energy spear, and her gaze is sharp and focused.
Below her feet is nothing but endless space filled with billions upon billions of galaxies. She sends her mental scan to determine its size. She finds the space is larger than her current scanning capabilities of 100 million light-years, which is the current limit of her Faerunian Human Body. From her scan, she learns that there are thousands upon thousands of life planets with mutant animals and space beasts, but after scanning the two beings, she understands that she will have to choose her words carefully since both of them are Overlords.
"Greeting Chaotic Origin Ansestor, Horace, and Allspark system, I am Ye Chen, one of the gate guardians serving Ancestor Daenerys. We have been waiting for you," The male angel says as he makes a slight bow. " And I am Overlord Xing Huan. We are the Head Guardians of your Chaotic Origin Pocket plane, charged with guarding the gates to your personal 10,081 centillion light year sanctuary bestowed to you by The Supreme Chaotic Origin Will. The female angel says as she makes a slight bow.
"Hold on this guys are fucking Overlords, each possessing a life gene of 100,000,081 times!!! You mean to tell me they are mere gate guardians?" The faerunian human body says, completely stunned, each of these beings is an Overlord and has the capabilities of erasing an entire caged world if they wish.
"I told you you would be surprised, Deny," Horace says telepathically to Daenerys.