Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

It is—an unbound and unfettered god.

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"...for some reason, it has been connected to the tree of imaginary numbers since its inception..."

"So, what is that state... Root-type?" The girl pouted and pulled a spear made of golden light and a greatsword burning with golden-orange flames that had appeared beside her at some unknown time from the ground.

Gungnir, the Spear of the Gods

[Staff of Calamity - Levadin]

The mythical weapon that had briefly appeared in the hands of the Herrscher of the End in a certain world was now being held and manipulated at will by the blonde girl.

—That was a gift from the tree to her. Although the golden tree before her did not possess true self-awareness, it was indeed the weapon He had given to the girl.

"That's quite generous... Then you probably won't mind if I break off another leafless branch as a souvenir to take back with me, right?"

The girl climbed up the golden tree, picked a branch from which all the leaves had fallen, and gently broke it off.

......

"Wow? This gun... it keeps itself in a constant state, so it might be a good choice to hold it when wielding authority... but not for other times. Let whoever wants to be a spearman be one."

The blonde girl shook her head, then looked at the other greatsword, its flames a golden-orange blaze.

It seems that the greatsword is more attractive to her, after all... the fire-type greatsword user is superior.

—Whether it's Ancestor Kevin or that firefly, they both use fire-type greatswords, and...shouldn't Saber be the strongest?!

"Then, next we can go find that ancestor who's gradually going mad... But... the deepest part of the Quantum Sea... hmm... I've got it!"

The girl seemed to have come up with an idea.

The primordial authority of reason and the authority of space simulated the operation of the second divine key, and the aura emanating from the quantum sea attracted the imaginary divine remains that were originally guarding the vicinity.

"Ah, it's you. Don't be nervous... I'll go down and take a look, and just say hello to one of my ancestors."

Snow gave the Imaginary God a polite smile, then, carrying Kevin's chibi-style doll, leaped into the small Quantum Sea in front of him.

"..." The god just stared blankly as the entrance slowly disappeared, casually raising his sword to shatter several quantum shadows that were trying to emerge from it, until the entrance slowly vanished from sight.

Silence fell once again on the blood-soaked soil of the Imaginary Tree.

The girl's body was falling, plunging into the deep sea beneath her feet—or rather, into a bizarre and fantastical space, dodging, cleaving through, shredding the strange geometric shapes that blocked her way, or perhaps running above them.

Occasionally, translucent pale blue jellyfish would block the girl's path. The young Quantum Shadows didn't understand what they were obstructing; what they usually saw was just a greatsword burning with golden-orange flames.

"Such a weak Quantum Shadow... It feels like killing a chicken... No, even a chicken is harder to kill than you guys."

The girl, having once again launched a quantum crab like a golf ball, muttered to herself, seemingly forgetting what she was and what she was holding in her hand.

Branch of Ruin - Levadin, produced by the Imaginary Tree, attribute: Imaginary.

Snow Apocalypse, owner of the original virtual tree authority, attribute: imaginary number

Shadow of the Abyss, a quantum projection of a Tide-class Honkai Beast, attribute: Quantum.

If you don't want to go all out, I suggest bringing out Gungnir and performing a scene from his world-famous painting—"Suicide, Lancer."

Grabbing the tail of a jellyfish floating in the quantum sea, she swung it around a few times and flung it away. She used a small crab rolling towards her at high speed as a golf ball and swatted it away. The blonde girl ran down the geometry of disordered space all the way to the deepest part.

There, in a tiny miniature world bubble, from the girl's superdimensional perspective after she used her power, a white-haired, black-haired man was staring intently at the cherry blossom tree in front of him.

"Ancestor, you're here... Holy crap—!"

Snow, who was only focused on observing Kevin, was severely injured by a quantum shadow's salted fish thrust and was directly smashed into that world bubble.

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Under the astonished gaze of the white-haired youth, a blonde girl, wielding a flaming sword in one hand and clutching her chibi-style doll in the other, crashed down from the sky and slammed into the cherry blossom tree he was staring at.

The golden flames on Levadin instantly ignited the cherry blossom tree in front of Kevin... The young man's gaze sharpened, and the rampant cold air rushed towards the flames, intending to extinguish them.

.....

The flames continued to burn and gradually began to spread. The youth's chilling aura seemed to have no effect on the eerie golden-orange flames, which continued to burn leisurely.

The white-haired man's expression finally stopped, and he turned to look at the blonde girl beside him.

"My descendant...aren't you going to extinguish this strange flame?" Kevin Kaslana's fist hardened as she watched the enormous cherry blossom tree gradually turn to charcoal!

"Put out the fire? Which bastard wants to put out the fire???" Snow, who was dizzy from the fall, shook his head, seemingly still not having reacted... and cursed loudly.

It seems that this series of impacts and falls allowed Kaslana's true bloodline to play its due positive role, while also seemingly occupying the high ground of intelligence.

Upon hearing this, Kevin's forehead immediately creased into a zigzag pattern. The white-haired man lunged forward and landed on the blonde girl's face, his iron fist aimed at her head.

"Aww—even my dad... ptooey, can't beat me!!!" The blonde girl's scream echoed throughout this miniature world.

.......

"Hiss—" The girl rubbed the bump on her head, grabbed Leivadin with her backhand, twisted it on the hilt, and extinguished all the flames that were burning wildly on the cherry blossom tree, leaving only the charred trunk as proof of the traces of the fire that had raged.

"Kevin Kaslana, the ancestor of the Kaslana family?" The girl, whose intelligence was gradually coming online, glanced at the man in front of her, seemingly making a confirmation.

White hair, blue eyes, a black and white color scheme, and a combat uniform with an extra-long blue hem—yes, it's that old ancestor.

“I am Kevin… You are the first descendant in the past thousand years to truly stand before me, it’s truly impressive…” Kevin turned his head to look at the cherry blossom tree that was only half left, and his fist hardened again.

“I’m probably the only one, and the most honorable one, even though legally I don’t have the surname Kaslana.” Snow glanced at the charred trunk of the cherry blossom tree, then turned his head away and whistled.

“Oh? So your name—and… what is that sword?” Kevin, who had been silent in the world bubble for a thousand years, posed his question to the descendant who had broken the silence.

“I am Snow Apocalypse, daughter of the current Archbishop Otto Apocalypse and the Saintess Karen Kaslana.”

The girl stepped back slightly and bowed in respect to the ancestor before her.

“Apocalypse… I’ve heard about this family from their followers… SU once guided and mentored this family…” Kevin nodded.

"The Lady of the Lake from King Arthur's legend..."

“Yes… he was the one who entrusted the Void Treasury to your clan,” Kevin nodded and continued to ask.

"So that sword?" Kevin turned his gaze to the golden-orange greatsword stuck in the ground, flames still burning fiercely on it.

"The Branch of Destruction, the Demonic Sword that Burns the World, Leivadin—one of the weapons of the Herrscher of the End, although the last Herrscher usually uses this eternal spear, Gungnir..."

The blonde girl casually summoned a golden spear that made Kevin's pupils dilate in shock.

He remembered this spear; more than 50,000 years ago, it was this weapon, forged by the gods, that pierced through the bodies of his comrades, extinguishing the flame of their lives.

The girl casually stuck the Eternal Spear into the ground, looking completely indifferent.

"Where did you get this gun from...?!"

Kevin's breathing became rapid, his heart began to pound, and his voice was filled with tension and urgency.

"This is a complex story... But before I begin, Kevin Kaslana, ancestor of the Kaslana family, I bring you my request—to postpone the [Stigmata Project]... I don't ask you to terminate the project; you can let the experiments continue, but at least postpone its final execution phase..."

Snow's deep blue pupils met Kevin's azure eyes, neither giving an inch.

"...Reason?" Kevin did not agree to the girl in front of him. It was the last plan that MEI had given him. The man had no reason to delay or stop it. He needed a reason, a reason that he could not refuse.

"That's the reason..." Sometime later, the two stood atop the blood-soaked soil of the Imaginary Tree. The Imaginary God's remains still where Snow had left, watching the newcomer raise his longsword...

“He is a guest… a divine remnant,” Snow said to the towering giant.

"..." The massive construct re-inserted its longsword into the blood-soaked earth, ignoring the extra warriors.

"...You can command the guardians of the Imaginary Tree?" Kevin stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief; this was something he had never seen before in his ten thousand years of memories.

—In the distant past, researchers of the Fire Moth also attempted to open and enter the Imaginary Tree, but all experiments ended in fierce battles between the Fusion Warriors and the guardians of the Imaginary Tree.

"Why not?" the girl retorted.

"...As I said from the beginning, I am the most glorious one among those who carry this bloodline—Ancestor Kevin."

"Some people, in the name of humanity, dedicate their entire lives to trying to ascend to the throne of gods, even if it means abandoning their human form—"

"And some people... are born sitting on a divine throne—"

........

A long silence followed—the ancient warrior needed to process everything his descendant had said, and he began to understand where the two divinely crafted weapons the girl before him came from.

—That was the weapon chosen by the gods who walked the path of reality for themselves....

“Ah, he’s going to die…” Snow’s voice interrupted Kevin’s thoughts. While he was lost in thought, the two returned to the original world bubble, where the girl was looking at a small pond under the cherry blossom tree and muttering to herself.

"Who?" Kevin felt a tightness in his chest, a bad premonition rising within him. His emotions, dormant for a thousand years, quietly returned. The young man looked urgently at his descendant, hoping for an answer.

"The pioneer of the previous era... Fusion Warrior SU..." The girl gave him the result he least wanted to expect.

“He found hope…and entrusted it to another descendant of the Kaslana family…” The girl continued to look at the pond, as if she could see everything happening in another world’s bubble there.

The man fell silent.

“I can save him..”

The white-haired man suddenly turned his head to look at his mysterious descendant.

"Should we do it this way...?" The deep blue eyes looked at the white-haired man beside her, seeking his opinion.

"Please—" A thousand years later, the young man once again made a request to others.

......

"Sorry... my seatmate, he probably doesn't have time to play chess with you?" The girl, holding the Spear of the Gods, reached out towards the pool and grabbed something.

In the reflection of the pool, a humanoid figure, cloaked and concealing his face, sat on a throne, shaking his head helplessly. He released his grip on something, allowing the girl to take it—

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Su was awakened by the sound of slurping noodles. The slurping sounds were incessant around her, accompanied by the conversation of a man and a woman.

"Why hasn't Su woken up yet?"

Su recognized the voice. Even though they had been separated for a thousand years, he still remembered it. It was the voice of his best friend Kevin.

However, compared to a thousand years ago, Kevin's voice is still cold now, but you can still feel some emotion. Su can feel the expectation in his words, and he is no longer the cold machine he used to be.

Hearing this voice, the silver-haired youth seemed to be transported back tens of thousands of years, to the gathering of the Fire-Chasing Moths, where the white-haired youth was chatting and laughing with everyone.

"So I really am dead..." Su thought to herself, "But it's not so bad to hear your voice, my dearest friend, on my final journey." The silver-haired Awakener thought to herself, until another girl's voice interrupted her.