"No rush," Orson said calmly, his gaze steady. "Since you’ve staked something on this fight, I’ll match it. If you lose, you serve me for a hundred years."
With a flick of his wrist, a gray scroll unfurled in the air.
Functions like an Infinite Dimensions Contract but applies only between Adventurers. Most cross-zone alliances and guild pacts are forged through this item. Protected and enforced by Infinite Dimensions system rules.
Another ambitious god-defier, Endless Rift thought, his single eye narrowing with amusement. Primordial Titans were called the gods’ natural weapons for a reason. Gods sought to enslave them, and so did every other major civilization across the galaxy. Their innate talents in forging, taming, and warcraft made them irresistible assets.
"Fine." Endless Rift smirked. Crushing a Saint Lord wasn’t difficult for him. Even if he faced another King-tier opponent, his confidence in victory was absolute. After all, he’d been chosen by the Primordial Titans themselves to cross the stars in search of the Twelve Titan Gods.
[Adventurer Oath Established!]
Participants: Orgod & Endless Rift.
With a deafening roar, Endless Rift’s aura flared. A gleaming war spear appeared in one massive hand, a towering tower-shield in the other—an unstoppable celestial warrior in the flesh.
"I said, hold on," Orson interrupted again, raising a hand.
Endless Rift’s golden pupil contracted sharply. The human mage’s unhurried calm and that faintly dismissive look on his face lit a fire of rage inside him.
He’s got a divine relic. I’ll kill him once, break his limbs, let the resurrection wear off, then finish him.
The Titan’s mind raced with cruel possibilities. He wanted to see despair in this man’s eyes. His grin widened. "I am the supreme Titan King, the invincible one-eyed giant, savior of my people..."
"You’re really just... waiting for me?" Orson arched a brow. It was bizarre—every strong opponent he’d faced in two lifetimes had tried to catch him off guard. But this big oaf was actually standing here, grinning, waiting for a fair fight.
"Dumber than my brother," Sienna muttered, rolling her eyes.
Among Primordial Titans, meeting an opponent head-on and fighting at full strength was the highest form of respect.
"Well, if you insist," Orson’s smile turned sly, "I guess I’ll have to cheat a little."
Even without seeing his exact stats, he knew this Titan wasn’t to be underestimated. Without Manifest Heaven and Earth, he’d need to pull out something special to make him yield.
[You’ve spent 450 million Merit Points. You have advanced to Adventurer: King-tier!]
Rewards: +30,000 free attribute points, +40,000 skill points, +25 talent points.
King’s Authority unlocked! Choose Law Type: Offense / Defense / Support.
"What—? King-tier? Already?" Endless Rift froze. Infinite Dimensions had only been active on this planet for a year. This human had somehow reached a level of power he’d only ever seen among godspawn.
The single golden eye widened in disbelief. For a moment, the Titan wondered if this man was a child of the gods—born with privileges and resource flow far beyond the reach of ordinary Adventurers. But even then... without the Abyss Gates opening yet, where had he gotten enough merit to make this leap?
"Is this what they call... hacking?" Endless Rift thought numbly, recalling how Maple Nation players had called him a "cheater." He’d dismissed it then—after all, the system’s foundational rules were airtight. But now...
And then the pressure hit him. The golden Titan body went rigid in the light of Orson’s newly-forged Law.
"I made it," Orson exhaled, "but that’s still not enough..."
King-tier Adventurers possessed power beyond normal comprehension. With Law authority, even if their raw stats were weaker than native Infinite Dimensions Kings, they could now face War Supremes without relying on Soul Seals—and stand their ground. A single King-tier could hold off a hundred thousand lesser Abyss Demons.
To get here was no small feat. You needed at least War God Combat Rating and King-tier Power Level—both, not one or the other. Most top-ranked Adventurers of Orson’s previous life had been stuck at Saint Lord, unable to awaken their Law. Only a rare few—Blank, Usher, the Sword Soul Twins, Drunken Dream—had reached this height, earning the title "God-tier Adventurers."
The Abyss feared them above all.
"What’s wrong?" Orson’s voice cut through the silence as he stepped forward. "Scared already?"
The Titan’s jaw hung open. "This... this can’t be real."
"Serving me for a century should be an honor, alien," Orson said with a teasing smile.
Then his eyes snapped open. A tidal wave of killing intent surged upward, the ground cracking underfoot as thunderclouds swirled above. The air split with relentless peals of thunder, rattling bones and hearts alike. Soldiers and Adventurers alike felt their souls shiver as if death’s hand was closing around them.
[You’ve spent 1.4 billion Merit Points. You have advanced to Adventurer: God-tier!]
Rewards: +70,000 free attribute points, +110,000 skill points, +50 talent points.
Divine Domain unlocked! Choose Domain Type.
Runes of pure law poured into Orson’s body from every direction. His frame became translucent, haloed by lightning, fire, chaos mists, and the phantom cry of a phoenix.
"What... what is this monster?!"
"God, please don’t leave us! God, don’t you dare step back!"
Voices cried out all around, but the god they prayed to—this Titan King from another world—was already stumbling backward, shock painted across his colossal features.
He tripped and fell hard, the image of the unstoppable giant shattered, leaving something small and almost childlike—afraid.
"I told you," Sienna beamed, fists pumping, bouncing on her toes, "my brother’s amazing!"
Beside her, Aeloria dropped to one knee, voice reverent. "My lord is no god... my lord is greater than the gods."
"So this... this is the power to hold the world in your hands..." Orson whispered. As the flood of runes carved themselves into his soul, his lips peeled back in a roar that shook the earth.
It felt like a waterfall smashing through his bones, shredding muscle, burning nerves—but he knew. This was the pinnacle. This was the purpose of the Infinite Dimensions era: to step into the realm of gods and become their ultimate weapon.
In that moment, he was the child of all mortals. He was the god born of this heaven and earth.
Twin divine eyes and hearts flared with dazzling radiance as a god’s face overlapped with his own, both of them roaring to the sky—their first cry of war against both the Abyss and the gods themselves.
[World Announcement: Chaos blooms. The mystery of Infinite Dimensions unravels. A new god has descended upon the merged worlds.]
The announcement had barely appeared when Orson’s expression shifted. A chilling sensation crawled over his skin—the undeniable feeling of being watched.
[Lower God of the Galaxy – Warlord has turned his gaze upon the Blue Star Infinite Dimensions World.]
[You must bow to the god and prove your loyalty.]
[Mid-tier Galactic God – Star Realm King has turned his gaze upon the Blue Star Infinite Dimensions World.]
[You must bow to the god...]
The system’s cold voice kept repeating. Orson’s head tilted back toward the night sky, face pale as death.
It felt like a colossal, unseen hand pressed against his forehead—ready, at any moment, to erase him from existence.