The Big Blue Sun!

Inside the black hole, there was only pitch-black darkness. Even for Azrael, it was a haunting and unfamiliar experience, as this was his first time venturing into such an abyss.

[Detecting the source of the origin core... It is dark matter within the black hole. This black hole is composed of 67% origin core and the remaining portion consists of condensed energy.]

QiQi's voice echoed in Azrael's mind.

After a moment of thought, Azrael smirked. "Why should I only absorb the origin core? I should just absorb the black hole itself."

He then asked, "QiQi, can you extract the origin core if I absorb the entire black hole?"

A mechanical voice responded, [Yes.]

"Good. Let's do this now."

Without hesitation, Azrael began the absorption process. A surge of overwhelming pain coursed through his body, but compared to the suffering he endured when creating the system, this was nothing.

Seven years passed, and finally, the process was complete.

"Ha… Ahahaha…! Finally done! That was tougher than I expected for some reason."

Suddenly, a mechanical chime rang in his mind, and a golden screen appeared before him.

[Ding!]

[Host has completed the final requirement for the full system upgrade.]

[Does the host wish to continue?]

[Yes/No]

Seeing this, Azrael's expression brightened. According to QiQi, once this upgrade was complete, the system would evolve into an entity akin to a parasite—permanently bonded to him—and his power would increase by approximately 600 times his current level.

Without hesitation, he selected "Yes."

A golden aura burst from his body, wrapping around him like a cocoon. It resembled a cicada undergoing its final transformation, preparing to spread its wings and soar into a new world.

Time lost its meaning as his cocoon drifted aimlessly through the void, carried by unseen currents. After an unknown amount of time, he approached a colossal sun—far larger than any he had encountered before. This sun radiated a deep blue hue, its sheer magnitude making even the largest celestial bodies he had seen pale in comparison.

Compared to this sun, Azrael's cocoon, despite its vast size—easily a thousand times larger than the Biggest Sun in his previous worlds—seemed no more significant than an atom.

Inside the cocoon, Azrael remained in a comatose state, oblivious to the external forces around him. However, his body instinctively responded to the immense heat emanating from the blue sun. The powerful energy it emitted was so intense that even Azrael, in his current state, would have been in danger if he had drifted any closer.

Far from this sun, a lone planet orbited in the vast expanse of space. Unlike conventional star systems with multiple planets, this sun had only one—an anomaly in itself. This planet, however, was of extraordinary size, so vast that even if Azrael combined all the worlds and planets he had destroyed, they would amount to little more than a mere fragment in comparison.

This planet had three moons, and on its surface, three continents existed. Two of them were connected, forming a vast landmass, while the third was so distant that many inhabitants of the planet remained unaware of its existence. Some speculated about it in ancient texts, but none had ever confirmed its reality. Yet, despite its obscurity, the third continent did exist.

On this third continent resided a race of human-like beings. Their civilization revolved around power and divination, an ancient practice deeply ingrained in their customs and beliefs.

At the heart of the continent, in a grand throne room, sat an elderly woman with radiant golden hair. She was the sovereign ruler of this land, a woman of unparalleled might and wisdom. Her sheer presence commanded respect, and her expertise in divination had earned her an unshakable reputation.

Today, however, she sat on her throne with a solemn expression. The atmosphere in the throne room was equally grim, for those gathered around her wore expressions of deep concern.

One hundred thousand years ago, the Queen Mother—her predecessor, a powerful ruler and divination expert—had made a prophecy. She had foreseen that in exactly 100,000 years, a man with Black hair with blue hue in it and golden eyes would descend upon their world. His arrival would herald a nightmare for the world's inhabitants. He would rise to power and claim dominion over all, mercilessly eliminating anyone who stood in his way.

This prophecy had spread like wildfire across the their continent, for the Queen Mother's foresight had never once been wrong.

Now, as the current queen sat in silence, the weight of the prophecy loomed over her. The fated day was nearly upon them. Exactly one year from today, the prophecy would begin to unfold.