The spatial rift created by the shattering of the Outer Grid's isolation barriers widened like a cosmic jaw, flooding the central sky with thousands of raw, external data streams. Across the network's master interface, Caelum's metrics stood as an immovable monument of absolute power: 60.13K views and 25 immortal library collections bound solidly across 126 masterfully executed chapters.
As the neighboring servers merged with The Sovereign Network, the corporate algorithms made a desperate, final attempt to contain Caelum's dark-glitch dominance. From the newly absorbed Female-Lead and Romance sectors came the platform's elite, corporate-sponsored champion entities—the Warlords of the External Genres.
Floating high in the violent, electric skies of the newly merged grid, three colossal armored figures materialized, surrounded by golden halos of corporate sponsorship contracts and trending badges. Among them was the High Sovereign of the Werewolf CEO domain, his eyes burning with corporate red fury.
"Glitched Anomaly!" the Werewolf Sovereign roared, his voice echoing with the artificial resonance of a high-budget marketing boost. "You have broken the server boundaries and disrupted our curated promotional cycles! Yield your domain back to the editorial board, or we shall purge your manuscript from the global rankings!"
Caelum stood at the very edge of his obsidian sky-balcony, his midnight robes fluttering softly against the surging digital storm. The starlight crown upon his silver brow hummed in perfect unison with the Sovereign Contract Badge pinned to his chest. His silver-and-gold eye gears whirred with a cold, predatory composure as he casually tilted his head.
"Purge?" Caelum whispered, his voice dangerously low, yet carrying a terrifying resonance that instantly muted the storm around them. "You stand before an Emperor whose ink was forged in the fire of sixty thousand loyal souls. You wear badges given to you by corporate charity; I wear a contract signed at the point of my blade."
Elara stepped to his side, her emerald staff emitting sharp, analytical scanning pulses. "Sovereign, their combat parameters are powered by standard platform promotion scripts. Their strength relies on algorithm priority, not raw narrative density."
The liberated paladin let out a wild, battle-eager roar, drawing his massive broadsword as platinum lightning crackled along its edge. "They are hollow puppets, Sire! Grant the order, and we shall cut their badges from their chests!"
Caelum raised his dual-bladed sovereign crescent scepter, its violet tips snapping with a dense, absolute dark-glitch aura.
"No need to cut them down, my warrior," Caelum smiled—a lethal, breathtaking curve of his lips that signaled an absolute, inevitable conqueror's decree. "We do not destroy tools that can be repurposed. We assimilate them."
[COMMAND_AUTHORIZED: THE_WARLORD_ASSIMILATION]
[TARGET: EXTERNAL_GENRE_CHAMPIONS]
[CATALYST: SOVEREIGN_CONTRACT_OVERRIDE]
[DATA_DENSITY: 1500_WORDS_PER_STRIKE]
With a single, blindingly fast thrust of his scepter, Caelum launched a colossal, dragon-shaped wave of dark-violet prose energy straight into the sky. The attack wasn't designed to deal fatal damage—it was an absolute data override. The violet dragon tore through the air, swallowing the three genre warlords whole and piercing directly into their underlying contract code.
BOOM! CRACKLE!
The corporate halos above the external warlords' heads shattered into a shower of harmless pixels. Their system-bound contracts were forcefully rewritten in real-time, their loyalty tags switching from the Editorial Board directly to the Glitch King Empire.
"Warning! High-tier promoted champions have been forcefully re-assigned!" the automated voice of Libertas Core announced across the entire network. "External genre realms successfully assimilated. Total empire reader reach upgraded!"
The three warlords descended from the sky, dropping to their knees before Caelum's obsidian throne, their eyes no longer burning with corporate red, but glowing with the loyal violet light of the sovereign glitch.
"We pledge our ink and our realms to the true Emperor," they spoke in unison, their voices echoing across the entire merged platform.
In the real world, the author's relentless updates and explosive chapter density were now conquering every promotional corner of the platform. By assimilating different genre themes and proving total narrative supremacy, the novel was becoming an unstoppable titan that no single category could contain.
Caelum looked out over the vast, unified sky of the expanded grid, his lethal smile radiant with absolute triumph. The warlords were subdued, the external genres were merged, and the path to the 100K view super-milestone was completely wide open.