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 aftermath of their recent victory, the rebellion's camp buzzed with a mix of triumph and uncertainty. As the immediate threat of the deities receded, differing visions for the future began to surface among the leaders.

> "We must press our advantage and strike the deities while they're weakened," Zephyr urged, his fiery demeanor undimmed.

> "No," Elandria countered, her voice measured. "Our people are exhausted. We need to regroup and consider diplomatic avenues."

Aric observed the escalating debate, the weight of leadership pressing heavily upon him.

Haunted by the prophecy and seeking a decisive edge, Aric decided to embark on a personal journey. Legends spoke of ancient entities, once allies of the deities, who had since retreated into obscurity. If persuaded, they could provide the rebellion with invaluable support.

> "You're venturing into uncharted territories," Liora warned as Aric prepared to depart.

> "I must," Aric replied, determination etched on his face. "Our current path leads to division. We need a unifying force."

With a small contingent, Aric set forth into the unknown, leaving the rebellion's leadership in a tenuous balance.

During Aric's absence, Elandria delved deeper into ancient texts, seeking insights into the deities' true source of power. Her research unveiled a startling revelation:

> "The deities draw their strength from a celestial artifact, hidden within the astral plane," she confided to Zephyr.

> "If we can sever their connection to it..." Zephyr began, a glint of hope in his eyes.

> "They would be rendered mortal," Elandria finished, the enormity of the discovery hanging between them.

This newfound knowledge had the potential to shift the balance, but without Aric's guidance, the path forward remained uncertain.

Aric's journey led him to the Veil of Whispers, a realm shrouded in mystery and inhabited by the ancient entities he sought. There, he encountered Thalor, a once-powerful ally of the deities, now in self-imposed exile.

> "Why do you seek us, mortal?" Thalor's voice resonated, echoing with ancient power.

> "The deities oppress our world. We seek your aid to end their tyranny," Aric pleaded.

> "And what makes you think we would betray our own kin?" Thalor challenged.

> "Because you, too, suffered under their dominion," Aric countered. "Join us, and we can forge a new destiny together."

Thalor regarded Aric for a long moment before nodding slowly.

> "Very well. We shall aid you. But know this: the path ahead is fraught with peril, and alliances are as fragile as the morning mist."

Upon returning to the rebellion's camp, Aric was met with relief and anticipation. He convened the leaders to share his findings and to hear Elandria's revelation.

> "With Thalor's support and the knowledge of the celestial artifact, we have a real chance," Aric declared.

> "But how do we access the astral plane?" Liora questioned.

> "Thalor possesses the means," Aric replied. "We must prepare for a journey beyond our realm."

The rebellion, once fractured by differing visions, now found a renewed sense of purpose. The dawn of reckoning approached, and with it, the hope of liberation.

Chapter 31 – The Dawn of Reckoning