As she was about to access the data, Seraphine's Boundless Hegemony Domain, an integration of various cutting-edge, high-dimensional technologies, was established.
BOOM!
The cosmos shook violently!
In an instant, the vast void within a hundred-quadrillion-light-year radius was completely engulfed by her formless yet profound domain.
SWOOSH!
Under Seraphine's will, the infinite universe vibrated incessantly, surging with space-time tides calculated in trillions of light-years.
Within this crushing tide, the 300-billion-light-year Sacred God Territory was instantly shredded and vaporized.
With this, Augustus's final trace in the world vanished entirely.
Indeed, Seraphine did this. Having fully assimilated every technology within the Sacred God Territory, she no longer needed Augustus's legacy.
HUMMM!
Seated within the vast abyss, Seraphine perceived every detail of space-time, matter, and energy within her hundred-quadrillion-light-year reach.
Everything was as clear as if she were seeing it with her own eyes.
What she could observe, she could influence.
In this boundless domain, her power could manifest instantly at any point to manipulate or destroy.
Unfortunately, as staggering as this interference field was, it still paled in comparison to a newborn of the 6D String race, a billion-fold gap remained.
The String race was simply too blessed.
Their starting point was a peak that lower-dimensional lifeforms could not reach in ten thousand lifetimes.
"But, from this day forth, the one truly standing above the heavens..."
Seraphine sensed everything within her domain and smiled leisurely. "It won't be you anymore."
With that, she activated the Real Number Channel and vanished into the infinite deep space.
Seconds later, an even more massive and profound Interference Force slammed into this region of the universe, instantly blanketing a septillion-light-year radius of the void.
Clearly, Coo and Genarkrail had teamed up once again to hunt her down. Finding no sign of Seraphine, a frustrated Coo immediately activated his Causal Tracking, sniffing through dimensions like a rabid hound for her location.
Minutes later, having locked onto her space-time signature, the duo tore open another Space-time Gate and vanished.
The high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse continued across countless parallel dimensions. Seraphine fought for every second, using her brief respites to relentlessly calculate and design the new Probability Integration Array required for her needs.
Time ticked away. A full day and night passed as they tore through the infinite multiverse.
The [Infinite Attributes] system once again activated its doubling function.
Deep within an unknown parallel universe...
HUMMM!
Under the heavy influence of the Authority of Change, the attribute values on the system interface flickered and surged violently.
"I can feel it... it should jump 2,000 times this time," Seraphine murmured.
A moment later, the fluctuations stabilized.
The stats on the interface shifted:
[Host: Seraphine]
[Physical Strength: 36,000 Matter Seas]
[Soul: 36,000 Matter Seas]
The absolute physical weight and power of 36,000 Verdant Ancient Matter Seas suddenly manifested within Seraphine's body and soul.
Generally, the Verdant Ancient Matter Sea, with a diameter of hundreds of trillions of light-years and containing a hundred quintillion massive galaxies, could be considered an entire universe in ordinary terms.
Having the power of 36,000 such universes, and an interference field spanning a hundred quadrillion light-years, Seraphine had truly transcended into a multiversal entity.
And this multiversal entity was reaching the limit of her patience after being hunted relentlessly for forty-eight hours by those two 6D beings.
"Chase, chase, chase... it never ends. Do you really think I can't touch you?"
Standing in the misty void, Seraphine mobilized the Authority of Change, blanketing the vast firmament. As she channeled the authority, she made a silent declaration:
"From this moment, within this hundred-quadrillion-light-year radius, if any multi-dimensional interference field other than mine manifests, the being generating it, and their companion, shall instantly be transformed into feces."
With the Authority of Change set, Seraphine slowly looked into the distance and whispered, "Go eat sh*t, you two."
Time flowed by. Three minutes passed in silence.
HUMMM!
Suddenly, a multi-dimensional interference field of unimaginable power descended, attempting to engulf the septillion-light-year void.
But in that same instant, the field inexplicably buckled and dissolved, vanishing into nothingness.
"Hahaha, they actually did it."
Seraphine smiled as she 'looked' toward a point 8.5 quadrillion light-years away.
There, two massive, stinking piles of excrement were tumbling through the void.
Even more bizarrely, deep within these two piles of filth, two incredibly faint and rapidly fading spiritual projections remained.
Indeed, these two piles of sh*t were Coo and Genarkrail.
They had experienced the entire novelty of the transformation process and were now screaming in fury from within bodies composed of indole, hydrogen sulfide, and waste.
However, only feces can understand the language of feces. Seraphine couldn't comprehend a word of their shouting.
"A vulgarity one can't understand is merely a mumble."
With a soft laugh, she reached across trillions of light-years, agitating the cosmos to spontaneously generate a neutron star, instantly vaporizing the duo.
Although those "bodies" might have contained fragmented memories, Seraphine's disgust outweighed her curiosity, she had no desire to scavenge through filth.
She remained standing in the vast universe, waiting. Waiting for them to descend again.
Her goal was simple: drain their resources until they lacked the capital to keep up the chase.
In truth, the previous memory fragments had revealed more than just the String race's hierarchy and information on the Non-Static Global-Inflation universe. She had also discovered details about the String race's currency and the "Sacred Descending Forms" the duo was using as puppets.
This 6D race was fascinating, they used the semi-materialized Spirituality of sentient beings as a universal currency, calling it Spirit Crystals. They referred to their own materialized Spirituality as... Spirit Diamonds.
Indeed, every member of the String race was born with the power to materialize their Spirituality.
Spirituality, lifespan, power, the String race truly was a lifeform that outclassed lower-dimensional races in every conceivable way.
As for the hierarchy of the Sacred Descending Form and the reason they used them, Seraphine skimmed through the data, focusing on the prices of each grade. The String race's standard for pricing was quite fascinating.
For instance, the Sacred Descending Form used by Genarkrail was of the Average Grade, typically costing 5 units of Spirit Crystal.
Genarkrail's companion used a Standard Grade Sacred Descending Form, which cost 13 units of Spirit Crystal.
The concept of a [Unit] here wasn't a simple sequence of natural numbers like 1, 2, or 3. Instead, it was tied to the order of magnitude.
For example, one unit meant ten Spirit Crystals, two units meant a hundred, three units meant a thousand. From one unit onward, every additional unit increased the number of Spirit Crystals by a power of ten.
Therefore, Genarkrail's Sacred Descending Form cost 100,000 Spirit Crystals, while his companion's form cost ten trillion Spirit Crystals.
HUMMM!
While Seraphine was lost in thought, another massive interference field descended upon the boundless void.
Clearly, those two persistent fools had utilized new Sacred Descending Forms to return to this parallel universe.
However, just like before, the moment the Interference Force touched this region of space, it collapsed and disintegrated into nothingness.
Once again, two piles of filth materialized out of thin air, "soaring" freely through the vacuum of space.
After waiting for those two spiritual projections to slowly fade away, Seraphine remained in silent anticipation for several minutes.
No one else arrived in the end.
"Finally gave up in despair, I see."
She chuckled, then activated the Real Number Channel to depart from this sector of the universe.
HUMMM!
Space-time rippled, the cosmos vibrated.
Seraphine stepped out from a gray vortex tens of millions of light-years in diameter. Her gaze swept across the area, and she was surprised to find herself surrounded by hundreds, even thousands of brilliant galaxies.
"Oh? What a coincidence. To randomly transmigrate right into the heart of a Matter Sea... Haha, fate is truly a strange thing."
She shook her head with a laugh, then leisurely deployed her Boundless Hegemony Domain, instantly blanketing the hundred-quadrillion-light-year void.
"Hmm, I'll perform the dimensional ascension right here."
During her previous hundreds of transmigrations, she had almost always ended up in the Dark Ocean. Ending up in a Matter Sea teeming with the aura of life and the radiance of civilization piqued Seraphine's interest.
In an instant, she scoured every bit of information within this entire Matter Sea.
"A very small Matter Sea, less than ten trillion light-years in diameter, with four Gravitational Primeval Rivers of similar length... Hmm, the ceiling for evolution isn't high, the peak is barely near the Peak Sage level. It looks like a relatively young Matter Sea."
Seraphine slowly turned her head, looking toward a rocky planet within a medium-sized galaxy tens of billions of light-years away. She said with slight surprise, "Eh? This is...?"
...
On the desolate planetary surface, above a plain scarred with ravines and craters, a muscular yet short, noseless, bald man in a black robe hovered in the air with an arrogant smile.
Tens of thousands of meters away, a powerful human, strong, bespectacled, with a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, stood ready for battle, his eyes locked on the hovering bald figure.
Meanwhile, far from the confrontation, a man and a woman watched the battle in terror.
The man was short but extremely sturdy, with reddish-brown hair and, likewise, no nose.
The woman was tall and slender, her face pale with fear as she held a rod-like Lasgun, her hands trembling as she pointed it toward the bald man in the distance.
"It's useless..."
Not far from them, a tall, slender man with a chest wound and spiky black hair lay on the ground.
He panted, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth as he sneered. "Vodessa is the Dark Lord of the universe. He once destroyed the planet Phoenix with a single finger. His magic power is... unimaginably vast. Harirott has no chance against him!"
"Shut up, Magita!" the short, frizzy-haired man turned and snapped. "Facts have proven you aren't the legendary Superor. Our only hope now is Harirott. He is the true savior!"
"Hmph, a fairy tale," Magita gasped, clutching his chest. "A lowly low-grade witch's son... it's impossible!"
"All you ever talk about is low-grade witches," the woman turned, her brow furrowed in anger. "If it wasn't for Harirott, you'd have died by Vodessa's hand long ago."
Magita gave her a contemptuous look and hissed, "Shut your mouth. I don't talk to Mudbloods."
Having spoken, he closed his eyes to rest.
"You!"
The woman, furious, wanted to say more, but the short, frizzy-haired man beside her stopped her. "Enough, Herma. Don't waste your breath on him."
"Rollin," Herma said, her anger turning to worry. "Do you think we'll make it back to Hogwtar alive?"
"Yes, definitely!" Rollin comforted her. "I promise you, if we make it back safely this time, we'll get married."
"Mm!" Herma nodded vigorously.
High in the distant sky.
The noseless, bald man known as Vodessa looked down at the bespectacled youth tens of thousands of meters away and sneered.
"To think you wiped out my Eeath Special Force all by yourself... Hoh hoh hoh. You've got some skill, I'll give you that. But this is where it ends. My MP... is 30 million."
As he spoke, a terrifying wave of energy erupted from him, instantly flipping and shredding massive layers of the surrounding bedrock.
BOOM! BOOM!
CRACK!
"What?!"
Amidst the earth-shattering chaos, Harirott was shocked to find that his glasses, a piece of equipment integrated with an MP detection device, had been shattered by the Dark Lord's mere presence.
In that exact instant, Vodessa, radiating murderous intent, dove straight down from the heavens.
Seeing this, Harirott dropped into a half-crouch, shifting his hands to his side in a lotus shape, chanting coldly: "Ka~ te~ ca~ te~ ha!"
BOOM!
With a roar, he twisted his waist and thrust his palms forward, erupting a blazing stream of light toward the charging Vodessa.
The latter stopped mid-air and shouted, "Very well! It seems Gui-bu-li-duo truly passed his House-Destroying Curse to you. Then feel the Avatath Laser that Grindelsses passed to me!"
He raised a slender finger. With a high-pitched HUMMM!, he fired a mixed green-and-red beam of light, slashing from left to right against the surging, vast House-Destroying Curse.
BOOM!
At the center of the colliding Demonic Curses, the desolate earth collapsed and cratered instantly. Cycles of expanding, violent mana shockwaves erupted, sweeping toward the horizon and vaporizing everything within hundreds of square miles into infinite dust.
Rollin and Herma, who had been watching cautiously from afar, scrambled to use the Apparition Curse just before the tidal wave of terrifying mana arrived, vanishing to a much further distance.
As for Magita, who was too injured to move, a frantic will to survive pushed him to struggle and activate a dark Demonic Curse. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he flickered and teleported to the opposite side of the planet, barely escaping the crushing mana tide.
At the center of the battlefield, following that violent clash, Harirott and Vodessa hung in the air at opposite ends, locked in a silent standoff.
"You fools from Hogwtar are all the same, excessively stupid. To challenge me with such fearless ignorance... are you tired of living?"
Vodessa crossed his arms arrogantly and smirked. "Garbage will always be garbage. It cannot create miracles."
"Hmph!"
Harirott retorted coldly, "Your level of ignorant arrogance is what leaves me speechless, you noseless, bald dwarf!"
"You're full of it!" Vodessa's eyes bulged with rage. With a scream that tore through the atmosphere, he charged toward Harirott.
In an instant, they were locked in a fierce melee. Mana torrents erupted; the earth shook and the mountains heaved.
BOOM! BOOM!
Amidst a series of thunderous sounds, they began a high-speed exchange of blows.
Harirott, his muscles bulging and flickering with brilliant light, traded thousands of direct hits within a single second against the glowing green, roaring Vodessa.
Fists, kicks, palms, knees, and elbows!
Their silhouettes blurred as radiant gold and reddish-green light streams danced wildly. Explosions erupted around them by the hundreds, each packing the force of a nuclear warhead, shattering the planetary bedrock below. The resulting shockwaves instantly shredded and vaporized the clouds above.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!!!
Colossal sinkholes exploded across the endless landscape. Every mountain peak they passed was ground into fine powder by the sheer force of the residual shockwaves.
In the high-speed duel, every one of Vodessa's strikes was aimed ruthlessly at Harirott's vitals. His pale arms lashed out like poisonous dragons, creating violent storms that turned the ground into dust.
Harirott countered every move: blocking with arms as sturdy as iron bars, launching knee strikes that erupted like volcanoes, or descending with elbow drops like falling meteors. At one point, he shattered ten thousand meters of earth to gain leverage, launching a body check that sent his opponent flying.
BOOM! ROAR!
The earth exploded in layers; hundreds of stone peaks dissolved.
As time passed, both sides transitioned from melee to their ultimate sorceries.
Thousands of black-flamed spiked clubs, each hundreds of meters long and capable of piercing a thousand mountains, appeared like a meteor shower to blanket the earth.
A thousand-mile region fractured as mountain-sized boulders rose into the air, transforming into icy comets that crashed down with thunderous force.
Hundreds of gargantuan black-and-green serpent heads manifested, their crimson eyes capable of petrifying matter, snapping and tearing through the world with savage fury.
Then, a brilliant golden light bathed the land. A Golden Lion, larger than Everest and clutching ruby blades in its claws, reared up and roared toward the heavens.
In an instant, thousands of massive explosions occurred. Infinite light flooded the area as tens of thousands of miles of mountains and plains were reduced to powder. Massive chunks of the planetary crust were blasted directly into space, leaving the planet's molten crimson core exposed to the sky.
Yet, standing amidst this apocalyptic destruction, Vodessa remained largely unharmed, save for some tattered clothing and a dusting of ash.
Harirott, on the other hand, was covered in wounds and gasping for breath, barely able to remain airborne.
Clearly, Vodessa's power far exceeded his own.
"Hateful Superor scum. Aside from my father, you are the first to manage to dirty my body."
Hovering in the hazy, dust-filled sky, Vodessa brushed the ash from his black robe and looked coldly at Harirott. "Why do you insects bother collecting the Philosopher's Stones? For some boring wish, no doubt. But I... I seek eternal life! Why must you all stand in my way?!"
"No one cares about your goals," Harirott panted, staring at Vodessa with ice in his eyes. "But your tyranny and the cruelty you show in destroying countless planets and slaughtering billions, that is what I cannot tolerate!"
"Hoh hoh hoh! My tyranny and cruelty?!"
Vodessa burst into a savage, cold laugh as if he'd heard a hilarious joke. "Don't act so high and mighty. You Superors are fanatics who find joy in murder and planetary destruction. What right do you have to judge me?"
"That's why the Superors were wiped out," Harirott said calmly.
"Uh..."
Vodessa stiffened for a second, then laughed in fury. "Fine, fine! I'll show you what true tyranny and cruelty look like!"
He suddenly turned and pointed a finger toward the shattered earth.
"Reacto!"
SHOOO!
In a flash, a blackish-green beam erupted from his fingertip like a blade from the Lord of Hell. It tore across the horizon, piercing mountains and plowing through thousands of kilometers of bedrock before slamming into the distant, hiding Rollin and Herma. Amidst their heart-wrenching screams, the two were instantly blown apart and vaporized into a foul mist of blood.
"ROLLIN!!!"
Ten thousand miles away, Harirott's eyes went wide as he let out a maddened roar, his fists trembling with fury.
"Ah hake hake hake! How does it feel to be powerless while your friends are slaughtered? Listen well: everyone who offends this Great King must die. No one escapes!"
Vodessa raised a long, sharp finger and sneered. "Did you know? I've only used ten percent of my total mana to leave you this exhausted. Now, if I use fifty percent, half of my peak power, I can turn you into cosmic dust..."
Before he could finish, Vodessa's entire body froze solid.
In that instant, he felt a shiver of terror pierce deep into his soul.
"This feeling? What... what is this?!"
Vodessa trembled violently, staring in a daze at Harirott. The youth was floating in the sky, his entire body suddenly erupting with a torrent of brilliant light that reached from the heavens to the earth.
"This MP... your magic power is actually..."
With veins bulging on his forehead and his bloodshot eyes wide, Vodessa glared at the silhouette facing away from him. He roared in disbelief, "You've surpassed me? That's impossible! AAAGGHH!"
CRACK! SNAP!
Suspended in the sky, Harirott's muscles swelled and surged violently, shredding his already tattered robes. Dense, reddish-black muscle fibers braided together on his back, forming a terrifying, lifelike demonic face.
Once formed, the demonic face roared savagely at the horrified, panicked Vodessa.
"ROAR!"
The roar was so intense and its aura so fierce that it shook the atmosphere for ten thousand miles, creating hundreds of mountain-sized vortexes in the air.
Vodessa, barely resisting the impact of the fierce aura, no longer cared about the chaotic sky. All his attention was consumed by the figure before him, who now radiated a magnificent, god-like presence.
"This kind of power... how can this power even exist?! YAARRGGHHH!"
Trembling uncontrollably, Vodessa gritted his teeth and shrieked in fury. Every cell in his body was filled with terror and bewilderment.
"Nothing is impossible, because..."
An icy voice, heavy with fury, drifted across the air.
Harirott, his upper body bare and muscles exploding with power, slowly turned to look coldly at Vodessa. With ultimate arrogance, he spoke:
"Ore wa, Superor da!!!"
As soon as he spoke, he threw his head back. His black hair stood on end and, as a towering torrent of mana erupted, every strand transformed into a brilliant, radiant gold.
BOOM!
In a flash, a boundless, white-hot deluge of energy spiraled outward from him, engulfing the heavens and the earth in all directions. The entire planet groaned under the impact of this terrifying mana flow, triggering massive earthquakes and cataclysmic weather patterns across every continent.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
"100 million... 150 million MP! How is this possible?!"
Drenched in sweat and disregarding his dignity, Vodessa shrieked toward the sky. "How can the legendary Superors be this powerful?! AAAGGHH!"
At that moment, everything froze.
Every living thing on the planet, and even the gargantuan galaxy the planet resided in, went deathly still.
The next instant, this galaxy traveled ten billion light-years in a heartbeat, appearing directly before Seraphine, who sat cross-legged in the misty void.
She looked with great interest into the depths of the galaxy, at the golden-haired, arrogant Harirott bathed in brilliant light, and then at the trembling, broken Vodessa. She smiled happily.
"Harirott's first Superor transformation and Vodessa's total mental collapse. Even if they aren't the originals, blending these two different fictions together... Hmm... it has a unique charm. A grand, bizarrely cool feeling. Not bad. Worthy of my collection."
Having spoken, Harirott and Vodessa, frozen in their respective expressions and poses, were instantly swallowed by two space-time vortexes, entering a sub-dimensional cell within her body.
Indeed, the two were turned into living figures, becoming part of Seraphine's collection.
"Alright, the distractions are over."
Seraphine slowly stood up in the void, her voice cold. "Time for business."
HUMMM!
Suddenly, the hundred-quadrillion-light-year firmament centered on her shook violently.
The small Matter Sea she inhabited, with its nine-trillion-light-year diameter, bore the brunt of this shock. Based on the fundamental structure of 3D space, it was instantly shredded and vaporized.
Following this, the once-empty, vast universe around Seraphine suddenly manifested infinite matter and energy.
As they appeared, they coalesced into a hundred quadrillion streams of matter-energy, each as thick as the Laniakea Supercluster.
These dragon-like torrents of creation-energy washed through the void, triggering septillion-fold space-time waves billions of light-years high. Moving far faster than the speed of light, they automatically converged and condensed into glowing, multi-colored vortexes, each as large as the observable universe.
BOOM! BOOM! ROAR!
Light streams sprayed in every direction; space-time boiled.
This magnificent, monumental creation process lasted for a full minute.
After sixty seconds, exactly one quadrillion radiant vortexes stood "piled" together within Seraphine's hundred-quadrillion-light-year domain.
These were the components of the new Probability Integration Array.
They possessed multi-dimensional spatial structures and were deeply connected to the Realm of Phantasm, allowing them to blur the "reality" of the material universe to the maximum degree, completely shielding out physical laws and actual rules.
Then, under Seraphine's will, these components, looking like massive galactic mists, began an "automatic" assembly process.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Amidst intense vibrations nearing the energy levels of the Big Bang, the meticulously designed [Probability Theory - Reality Strong Selector] array began its rapid assembly and calibration.
Simultaneously, Seraphine's Wrath and Hatred clone began synchronized actions within the Realm of Phantasm.
Deep within the boundless, dark abyss of the Realm of Phantasm, the eleven-faced, forty-four-armed avatar of the Karmic Hindrance of All Beings opened its forty-four eerie eyes, gazing into every corner of the void.
WHOOSH!
Under its gaze, the vast, dark void buckled and boiled as if trying to manifest something.
Seconds later, a massive, grey-white expanse of ruins, trillions of kilometers in area and filled with desolate silence, abruptly materialized.
This was the discarded Heaven, which had long since been devoured and assimilated by Seraphine's Demon God clone.
The reason for reconstructing it was simple: this ancient Heaven was the operational core of the [Millions of Mortal Realms - Ecosystem].
Seraphine intended to use it as a tool to connect the tens of millions of Matter Seas residing within the parallel universes, using them as the "fuel" for her dimensional ascension.
Of course, tens of millions were certainly not enough.
Therefore...
"Authority of Change, taking the ancient Heaven as the template: turn one into a hundred, a hundred into ten thousand, ten thousand into millions."