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

In the wake of Thorne's betrayal and the temporary ceasefire, the rebellion found itself at a crossroads. Aric, burdened by the weight of leadership, convened with his closest advisors to devise a strategy that could turn the tide against the deities.

> "We must use the information Thorne provided to our advantage," Elandria urged, her eyes reflecting a fierce determination.

> "Agreed," Zephyr nodded. "But we must tread carefully. The deities are cunning and will anticipate obvious moves."

Aric remained silent, his mind racing through possibilities. The prophecy Elandria had uncovered lingered in his thoughts:

> "When the betrayer's shadow is cast, the path to salvation shall be revealed."

Could Thorne's actions, however treacherous, be the key to their victory?

As plans took shape, Aric grappled with the ethical implications of their strategy. Utilizing deception and subterfuge mirrored the very tactics the deities employed.

> "Are we becoming what we despise?" he pondered aloud during a quiet moment with Liora.

> "Survival often demands difficult choices," she replied softly. "But our intentions set us apart. We fight for freedom, not domination."

Her words offered some solace, but the unease remained.

With their plan in motion, the rebels prepared for a confrontation that would determine their fate. Utilizing the intelligence gathered from Thorne, they set a trap to lure the deities into a vulnerable position.

> "Remember," Aric addressed his forces, "unity and trust are our greatest weapons. Stand firm, and we shall prevail."

The battlefield was a tempest of clashing forces, with illusions and reality intertwining. Amidst the chaos, Aric confronted a deity, their forms locked in a deadly dance.

> "You cannot win," the deity sneered. **"We are eternal."

> "Even eternity must answer to justice," Aric retorted, driving his blade forward.

As the deity fell, a palpable shift rippled through the battlefield. The prophecy's meaning crystallized: Thorne's betrayal had inadvertently provided the means to strike a critical blow.

The battle subsided, with the deities' forces in retreat. The cost had been high, but the victory was undeniable.

> "We've dealt them a significant blow," Orion observed, tending to the wounded.

> "But at what cost?" Aric murmured, surveying the fallen.

Elandria approached, placing a hand on his shoulder.

> "The path to salvation is seldom without sacrifice," she said gently. **"But your leadership has brought us closer to true freedom."

Aric nodded, the weight of leadership heavier than ever. The tides of fate had shifted, but the journey was far from over.

Chapter 30 – The Tides of Fate