Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Tindaros, the ancient world that gave birth to the wizarding community.

Millions of years ago, the souls of the first wizards accidentally came into contact with a dissipated, invisible fragment.

This substance was later called the source matter.

The soul resonates and permeates the source matter, resulting in an irreversible transformation that awakens the power to manipulate natural elements and influence the rules of matter.

This power could be passed down through bloodlines and eventually formed a systematic form of witchcraft.

Tindalos thus became the cradle of wizarding civilization.

Countless eras have passed, geniuses have emerged, and heroes have fallen.

Wizards explored the stars, colonized different planes, and pushed witchcraft to incredible heights.

After countless wizards reached the pinnacle and then returned to dust, a wizard named Mis Dirris emerged out of nowhere.

After reaching the pinnacle of power in Tindaros and even among the known heavens at that time, a fundamental question plagued him.

Where does the primordial substance come from?

It is omnipresent, the cornerstone of extraordinary power, yet it is nowhere to be found, as if it were created out of thin air.

Wizards used it, but never truly understood its origins.

Mis spent an unimaginable amount of time scouring all the forbidden knowledge that Tindarus had plundered from the heavens, and then used his wisdom to deduce it.

Ultimately, he arrived at a groundbreaking and all-encompassing conjecture:

The source matter is not primordial energy, but rather a lost fragment of some higher-level existence.

This conjecture terrified him.

If the source is a lost fragment of a higher-level existence, then, by reassembling, purifying, and refining it, could we reshape that pure and complete divinity?

To verify this conjecture, Miss performed a great feat, which also became an atrocity, that shook the entire Tindars and even the surrounding spacetime.

With his supreme power and his understanding of the nature of time and space, he tore apart the timeline of Tindalos, forcibly severing a segment of Tindalos from the continuous, linear flow of time in all the heavens and worlds, and forging this segment of time and space into a semi-closed, non-linear loop.

From then on, time within Tindaros became a self-contained system, while the time flow and causal entanglements of the outer heavens made it difficult to directly interfere with this land unless one reached the level of Mith himself.

Within Tindaros, Mith established a cruel cycle of eras. Each era, upon reaching a certain stage, would trigger a process of annihilation, causing everything to crumble, all life to perish, and all matter and energy to return to chaos.

Only the source matter, due to its near-immortality, is extremely difficult to truly perish once it is "observed" or "utilized" and manifested in the world; it will only change form or temporarily go dormant.

Thus, the source began an endless internal cycle and accumulation within Tindaros, a pressure cooker partially isolated from the outside world.

When the era ended and all things returned to nothingness, the primordial essence remained.

A new era was born, life evolved, and new primordial matter emerged from chaos along with its rules.

After that, the era would be destroyed again, and the source substance would remain, thus beginning the cycle once more.

The immense amount of Source Matter, like an ever-flowing tide, continuously gathers and settles within the spacetime cycle of Tindaros.

The air, soil, water, and even the bodies of ordinary organisms here gradually become permeated with the luster of primordial matter.

Mis himself was immersed in the heart of this ocean of primordial matter, conducting his research.

Soon, he discovered an even stranger phenomenon.

These highly enriched and relatively pure source matter spontaneously coalesced, combining with the environment of Tindaros and the remaining life information to give birth to source matter organisms of various forms and strengths.

When these primordial beings are hunted, their core primordial essence can be absorbed into the hunter's soul or energy core in an unusually gentle yet efficient way, directly enhancing their strength.

By defeating monsters, you can level up. Hunting creatures of source essence can increase your strength without limit, and even allow the source essence within your body to accumulate and slowly transform towards "divinity"!

This discovery thrilled Misz, but it was quickly followed by a huge predicament.

Although Tindalos possesses a large number of source creatures, it would take far longer for him to accumulate enough to form a complete divine essence and support his further research by hunting them all on his own.

He needs to speed things up.

So his gaze turned to the vast and boundless heavens beyond Tindaros.

It tore apart the semi-enclosed spacetime barrier of Tindalos and accurately captured a relatively nearby, low-level world with a low level of civilization.

Ignoring the cries and resistance of that world, he forcibly dragged billions of intelligent beings from it into Tindaros.

Looking at these fearful and weak "prey," Miss raised his hand.

A kind of online game modeled after that world imprints invisible rules into the soul of every prey. They are forcibly given an initial professional template.

For every profession, Miss set an absolute, insurmountable ceiling.

They can hunt source creatures in Tindaros to gain "experience points" to level up and increase their strength. They can even "drop" "equipment" and "materials" made of high-concentration source matter with various strange effects from the "corpses" of source creatures.

Once their "level" reaches the limit set by Mis, they can no longer gain any improvement by hunting source creatures.

No one knows that those seemingly randomly appearing "game instances" are traces left behind by Tindalos's previous era of reincarnation.

The equipment materials that were dropped were rare items formed from the condensation of source matter.

Those powerful monsters known as BOSSes are top-tier creatures formed from the aggregation of source matter.

Players fight, level up, and compete for equipment in the game, thinking they are defying fate, unaware that they have already become his pawns.

They fought tooth and nail to reach the level cap, thinking they had touched the pinnacle of power, only to be met with Mis's merciless harvest.

Because their power was ruthlessly locked on that critical line, they could not move an inch.

When these hunters have generally reached their level cap, accumulated a considerable amount of source matter within their bodies, and the entire group has reached the maturity stage set by Mis, then it will be time to harvest them.

Mis will personally take action, using irresistible power to annihilate all these hunters who have reached their limit.

The primordial essence they accumulated did not dissipate, but rather, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, followed the rules set by Mis and returned to the primordial essence circulation system of Tindaros, eventually flowing into Mis's own body, becoming part of his power, and propelling the primordial essence within him further toward divinity.

Experiment after experiment, capture after capture, harvest after harvest.

The era of Tindalos cycled again and again, with wave after wave of foreign hunters arriving.

Mis's power grew increasingly formidable, and the source essence within his body indeed accumulated an increasingly rich divine aura.

After that, no longer satisfied with simple and brutal capture and harvesting, he began to transform the modified Tindalos into a more sophisticated and complete system.

A game that changes an individual's life.

The server is Tindalos himself and his associated semi-closed spacetime loop, while the login channel is the countless spacetime rifts that he randomly or directionally opened in the myriad worlds using his understanding of spacetime rules.

He began to capture "players" from different worlds regularly and in batches.

Space Marines from a technological world, apprentices from a magical world, orcs from a world of bloodlines...

Regardless of their original power system, once they are dragged into the realm of gods, they will be forcibly fitted with a class template and a "level shackle".

The original power is either suppressed or transformed, or it becomes a skill or talent under the professional template.

This bizarre phenomenon, spanning across the heavens, was referred to as a game invasion by the powerful civilizations and individuals who noticed it.

Many of the world's top leaders are troubled by this, but very few are able to get to the bottom of it.

Perhaps it was because of his birth in Tindaros that the Wizard Emperor Mossayus retained a vague memory and an instinctive sense of doubt.

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The Divine Realm, an unknown land, lies within the celestial canopy composed of pure divinity, reflecting the entire game world.

Mithrish, or perhaps more accurately the consciousness of the ruler of the divine realm, floats like a cold star in the ocean of divinity.

Its form is no longer flesh and blood, but a collection of countless flowing, dazzling divine radiance.

His gaze swept across every corner of the divine realm, observing the struggles and efforts of countless professionals, as if observing microorganisms in a petri dish.

Endless source matter, through slaughter and death, flows like a trickle into Tindaros's cycle, where it is ultimately refined and absorbed by him.

The divinity within him had become so immense that it made ordinary saints tremble, almost touching some incredible critical point.

But it's only almost true.

"Why..." A silent ripple echoed in the ocean of divinity, a whisper of Mis's will, "The accumulated divinity and the degree of aggregation have both reached the theoretical limit... but why can't we take that step?"

"Could it be that my conjecture is wrong? The aggregation of primordial matter can only transform into divinity, but can never give birth to true supreme divinity?"

"No...that's not right. My research can't be wrong."

"There is indeed something more vast and more fundamental than divinity."

Mis's consciousness focused on the ball of divine energy within her body, which was both extremely brilliant and extremely stagnant.

It is powerful and pure, enough to easily crush everything in the present world.

But this is not the end point that Miss believes in.

In Mis's deduction, the supreme divinity should be the ultimate condensation of the concept of divinity, possessing absolute uniqueness, origin, and dominance.

It does not depend on any other existence; it is the basis of existence itself. It is the beginning and end of all phenomena and is the true creator and first cause.

The progenitor? What is the progenitor compared to such power? Just a slightly stronger insect.

A cold disdain flashed across Mis's mind.

The path to divinity is the path by which he ascends to a higher state of being.

This path is destined to be powerful.

But now, facing the ultimate barrier, Mis is deeply perplexed.

"Where did the problem lie? Was it insufficient accumulation? No, quantitative change should have led to qualitative change long ago... Was the method wrong? Was there a flaw in the path of source-material aggregation itself? Or... did the birth, no, the return of 'supreme divinity' require some special opportunity, some special ritual?"

His gaze involuntarily fell upon the top players in the divine realm, as well as the survivors who clung to the loopholes in the rules.

His eyes were expressionless, revealing only a detached scrutiny.

These beings, who survive in the cycle of reincarnation by stealing source matter by covering others, were originally minor deviations in his rules. However, because they could spontaneously select for purer source matter, they became high-level workers that he deliberately kept.

When the time is right, recycling it and feeding back into Tindaros's source energy cycle is more valuable than the accumulation of ordinary players.

Mis had tried to annihilate these beings and harvest their essence several times, but each absorption only made the divinity within him more solid, yet he could never reach that supreme barrier.

His consciousness traced back to the past, from the initial appearance of Tindaros, to the opening of the first spacetime rift, and then to the countless beings of various worlds being dragged into this eternal game. Every step of the deduction was meticulously planned, and the aggregation, purification, and refining of the source matter steadily progressed according to his calculations.

But the door to that supreme divinity remained tightly shut, without even a crack being revealed.

"The source matter is a lost fragment of a higher-level existence; once it coalesces, it should return to its origin. Why does it stop here?"

"What exactly went wrong...?"

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Within the Divine Realm, Luo Kunlun's character is like an emotionless killing machine, weaving through hordes of monsters. Wherever he goes, various monsters fall silently to the ground, turning into white light, leaving behind some materials and the occasional piece of equipment.

The undercurrents of the outside world had no effect on Luo Kunlun in the slightest. His main task now was to acquire divinity as soon as possible.

Thirty minutes after entering the Divine Realm, Luo Kunlun reached level one hundred.

An hour later, Luo Kunlun's game character reached level 200.

Three hours later, the game character reached level 300.

Nine hours later, the game character reached level 400.

One day later, the game character reached level 499.

In just over a day, the game character reached a level that 99% of professional players could never achieve in their entire lives.