dark_Killer

In a single moment, every inhabitant of Neutren—a planet fifty times the size of Earth—was forcibly transmigrated into an unfathomably vast new world, a realm 10^10^10 times larger than Earth.

In this new world, every person is reborn as an entirely different being—no longer human, but something far greater… or much worse.

Rarity defines destiny.
From Normal to Higher than Mythical, an individual’s rarity determines their power, potential, and evolution.

Power is endless.
From First Stars (1–10) to Tier 0–100, followed by the Rank System (1–1,000,000), each step forward is an evolution toward godhood.

Armies rise with you.
With each new Tier, a personal army emerges, drawn from one's race. The higher the rarity and strength of the army, the greater one’s status in this chaotic new world.

Society is reborn.
From Towns (1,000 players) to Planet-Level (up to 100 billion players), the world restructures itself into new civilizations, ruled by the strongest.

Amidst the chaos, our protagonist awakens—reborn as something beyond comprehension…

What will he become? A ruler, a god, or something even higher?

Transmigrated with 100 billion peoples in another world

The atmosphere within the Tower grew tense as the deities' decree reverberated through its many floors. The Seraphim, led by the formidable Seraphiel, prepared to descend and confront the burgeoning rebellion.

> "The Irregular's defiance ends now," Seraphiel declared, her voice echoing with divine authority. "We shall remind them of the gods' unwavering dominion."

As the chief of the Seraphim, Seraphiel emanated an aura of purification, her presence burning away any semblance of dissent. Her six wings, radiant and fiery, symbolized her role as the angel of purification, leading the Seraphim in constant worship and enforcement of divine order.

Meanwhile, Aric Valen and his allies fortified their positions, fully aware of the impending celestial assault.

> "The Seraphim are not to be underestimated," Liora, the Flame Sorceress, cautioned. "Their leader, Seraphiel, is renowned for her unwavering loyalty and formidable power."

> "We've faced insurmountable odds before," Aric responded, determination etched on his face. "This time will be no different. We fight for our freedom."

Scouts reported the Seraphim's approach, their descent marked by a cascade of blinding light from the upper echelons of the Tower.

The battlefield was set ablaze as the Seraphim descended, their radiant forms contrasting sharply against the rebels' diverse assembly. At the forefront stood Seraphiel, her presence exuding an intense, purifying fire.

> "Aric Valen," Seraphiel's voice rang out, "your rebellion ends here. Submit, and you may yet find mercy."

> "We've tasted freedom," Aric retorted, "and we won't relinquish it. Not to you, not to anyone."

The ensuing battle was a maelstrom of divine light and rebellious might. Seraphiel's purification flames clashed with Liora's primordial fire, while Aric's strategic prowess countered the Seraphim's celestial tactics.

Amidst the chaos, unexpected shifts occurred.

Zephyr, the Wind Assassin: Initially hired to eliminate Aric, Zephyr found himself questioning his allegiance. Witnessing the rebels' determination, he turned his blades against the Seraphim, aiding Aric's cause.

Thorne, the Beastmaster: While a trusted ally, Thorne harbored secret doubts. The overwhelming might of the Seraphim led him to betray the rebels, seeking personal safety over collective freedom.

As the battle raged, Aric and Seraphiel found themselves locked in single combat.

> "You cannot withstand divine will," Seraphiel asserted, her fiery wings casting an ethereal glow.

> "Divine will?" Aric scoffed. "It's tyranny masked as righteousness."

Their clash was monumental, each strike resonating with the hopes of the rebels and the authority of the deities. In a decisive moment, Aric harnessed the combined energies of his allies, channeling it into a singular, potent attack that overwhelmed Seraphiel's defenses.

Defeated but not destroyed, Seraphiel retreated, her form flickering as she ascended back to the higher realms.

> "This isn't over, Aric Valen," she warned. "The gods will not be so easily defied."

The battlefield quieted, the rebels standing victorious yet weary.

> "We've won this battle," Orion, the Celestial Betrayer, remarked, "but the war is far from over."

> "Let them come," Aric replied, resolve hardening. "We'll face whatever they throw at us. Together."

As the rebels tended to their wounded and mourned their losses, a renewed sense of purpose permeated their ranks. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but united under Aric's leadership, they were prepared to confront the deities' wrath.

Chapter 24 – The Seraphim's Descent