The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

The transdimensional arrival is still underway, and the tremors of the Rift Abyss continue to intensify.

It seems that the Lord of Devouring Dimensions, Zogra, will soon descend upon this world, plunging it into a fate of annihilation.

But what's surprising is...

As time goes by, this transdimensional arrival, which should have been overwhelming, seems to be progressing rather slowly.

The starry sky beyond the rift remained deep and silent, and the dark red cracks continued to spread silently.

Occasionally, a few wisps of overly dense fog would seep into the outer layer, only to quickly dissipate, leaving behind a few fleeting wisps of dark red light in the sea of ​​stars.

From a broader perspective, the entire rift appears as a slowly widening wound.

The length and depth of the wound do indeed worsen over time.

However, it is not a one-time, explosive, instantaneous tear.

In other words, this transdimensional arrival seems to have encountered some enormous obstacle.

……

Meanwhile, at the edge of this chasm shrouded in dark red and silence.

In the far, far reaches of the starry sea, a faint light is moving.

The light was inconspicuous, yet it flickered like a firefly in the night sky, shining intermittently among the dim stars.

If you look closely, you'll find that the faint light is not a strange phenomenon.

It was actually a figure leaping forward among the stars.

He was a tall and slender man.

He strolled through the absolute vacuum of the starry sea, his steps seemingly casual, yet each step landed precisely on the surface of a tiny celestial body. With a single step, his figure vanished like a ghost.

It then appeared on another star tens or even hundreds of kilometers away.

This process was repeated over and over.

The fast-moving lines form a single line in the visual persistence, giving a very elegant illusion.

The man was wearing a well-tailored black robe.

A white cloak was draped over his back.

His face was exceptionally handsome, with deep-set features and a well-defined profile. His pale golden eyes were captivating under the occasional glimpse of starlight.

If professionals on Earth were to witness this scene, they would instinctively assume that this was a Source-level expert.

His name is Lorian Scarlet.

【Starry Sea Ranger】

One of the guardians on the outskirts of the Starfall Divine Realm.

For most intelligent life forms.

Traveling alone through the boundless starry sea of ​​the [Starfall Divine Realm], enduring absolute loneliness and the oppressive vacuum, is a torture that could drive one mad.

But for this man, it was just another routine patrol.

"Um?"

As he was walking, Lorian suddenly stopped.

Her toes, which had been steadily resting on the surface of an ice crystal star, barely touched the ground before she suddenly stopped, her pure white cloak fluttering slightly forward due to inertia.

"What's that noise?"

The next moment, Lorian frowned, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the vast distance, landing on one side of the starry sea.

That's the direction of the [Rift Abyss].

And the moment his spiritual power spread towards that place.

He then sensed an extremely subtle yet incredibly high-level energy fluctuation being transmitted faintly across the endless void.

The fluctuation was not an ordinary burst of energy or a collision of rules, but rather carried a crushing sense of "position," like an ant suddenly sensing the footsteps of a giant.

"Starfall Rift?"

Lorian muttered to himself, a hint of surprise flashing in his pale golden eyes.

As the ranger in charge of this star system, he naturally had some understanding of the situation in the Rift.

That's just a relatively stable low-dimensional plane aggregation zone on the edge of the [Starfall Divine Realm].

It's filled with all sorts of resource-poor little worlds.

The resources produced are only materials below level 100.

To put it bluntly, that place is a remote, desolate corner of the entire divine realm.

I usually don't even bother with Star Hunter.

Because they couldn't get anything decent.

But the question is, how can this level of fluctuation be coming from here?

Curiosity, or rather, a sense of duty as a wandering knight.

It surged up from my heart in an instant.

"We have to go check it out!"

Without hesitation, Lorian vanished from the icy star in a flash.

This time, his speed was several times faster than before, and the frequency with which his figure flashed among the stars increased dramatically.

They almost formed a faint, pale golden trail.

In the blink of an eye, he had traversed a distance unimaginable to ordinary people and approached the outer area of ​​the Rift Abyss.

The closer you get, the clearer that strange fluctuation becomes.

It wasn't just an energy disorder; there was also a sense of stagnation, as if the rules were being forcibly pried and squeezed, to the point that the surrounding space seemed to be stretched out.

The starlight was slightly distorted as it passed through this area.

After an unknown amount of time, Lorian finally stopped.

His figure hovered at the edge of a brown celestial body with a surface covered in craters, his pale golden eyes fixed on the distance.

The Rift is there... or rather, the Rift is in its current state, it is there.

That enormous void scar now resembled a giant eye that was barely open.

The whites of the eyes are a deep, lightless void, while the "pupils" are filled with a constantly seeping dark red light.

Countless cracks spread from the edge of the "pupil" to both sides.

It looks like blood vessels bursting from an eyeball.

What chilled him even more was that deep within those cracks, countless blurry, writhing shadows were trying to squeeze outwards.

Although most of it was blocked by the barrier that shimmered at the edges of the crack.

Occasionally, a few exceptionally dense wisps of dark red mist or twisted tendril tips would successfully emerge, only to be shattered by the surrounding void turbulence.

And at the center of all these phenomena, behind the crack in the main trunk.

A terrifying pressure that made Lorian's skin sting slightly.

It is spreading without reservation.

That oppressive aura was ancient and chaotic, carrying an indifference that regarded all things as mere straw dogs, and... a hunger.

"hiss……"

Lorian's pupils contracted sharply, and his body tensed instinctively. His white cloak moved without wind, and the silver patterns on its edges glowed faintly, forming a thin defensive barrier.

Even so, he could still feel the oppressive force penetrating the barrier, trying to drill into his mind and corrupt his soul and professional essence.

"This is……"

Lorian's voice carried a hint of disbelief: "The power of the Lord of Dimensions?"

Clearly, as a Star Ranger, he recognized this aura.

The records of the Starfall Divine Realm contain specific descriptions of the power characteristics of beings at this level.

That is a force of erosion and devouring that transcends specific forms of energy and is almost at the level of "concept".

The strange phenomena displayed by the Rift Abyss before our eyes, especially its attempt to "digest" the entire low-dimensional plane aggregation zone, are highly consistent with the style of the Devouring Dimension Lord described in the records.

But the problem is...