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 rebellion's encampment buzzed with a tense energy. The recent betrayal by Zephyr had left deep scars, and the deities' cunning proposal for a truce sowed seeds of doubt among the ranks. Aric Valen, bearing the weight of leadership and the physical pain from his injuries, knew that the path forward required not only strength but also strategic alliances.

In the dimly lit war room, the core council convened. Maps of the Tower sprawled across the table, marked with potential allies and known threats. Elandria traced a finger along the parchment, pausing at a secluded region.

> "The Sylvan Elves of Eldertide," she suggested. "They've remained neutral, but their knowledge of ancient magic could tip the scales in our favor."

Liora nodded, her eyes reflecting determination.

> "And the Dwarven Clans of Stonehelm. Their craftsmanship in weaponry is unparalleled. If we can secure their support, our forces would be better equipped."

Aric listened, weighing the options. The rebellion needed more than just manpower; it required the unique strengths that these factions could offer.

> "Send emissaries," he decided. "But choose those with deep respect for their cultures. We cannot afford misunderstandings."

Unbeknownst to the rebels, the deities, now grappling with their diminished powers, convened in their celestial realm. High Envoy Castiel, still smarting from Aric's defiance, addressed his peers.

> "The mortals seek to strengthen their numbers," he warned. "We must sow discord among their potential allies."

With a wave of his hand, Castiel summoned visions of deceit. Illusions of rebel soldiers attacking elven villages and desecrating dwarven forges materialized.

> "Let these images reach Eldertide and Stonehelm," he commanded. "Let them see the rebellion as a threat."

Meanwhile, Aric prepared to journey to Eldertide himself, believing that his presence would demonstrate sincerity. Accompanied by a small contingent, including Elandria and Liora, they set forth through dense forests and rugged terrains.

As they neared Eldertide, they were ambushed. Elven warriors, their faces etched with anger, surrounded the group.

> "You dare show your faces after attacking our kin?" their leader spat.

> "We have done no such thing. We come seeking alliance, not war."

Elandria stepped forward, her voice calm yet firm.

> "This is a deception by the deities. They seek to turn us against each other."

The elven leader hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

> "Prove your innocence," he demanded.

Liora produced the Shard of Clarity, its luminescence casting a gentle glow.

> "This artifact dispels illusions," she explained. "Allow us to demonstrate."

With a nod of consent, the shard was activated. The air shimmered, revealing the fabricated visions for what they were—mere illusions crafted to deceive.

The elven leader's expression softened.

> "It appears we have been misled. Come, let us discuss how we might stand together against our common enemy."

The encounter with the elves served as a catalyst. News of the deception spread, reaching the dwarves of Stonehelm and other neutral factions. Recognizing the deities' treachery, many chose to side with the rebellion.

Back at the encampment, Aric addressed the assembled allies.

> "The deities sought to fracture us, but we have emerged stronger. United, we will reclaim our destiny."

A resounding cheer echoed, signaling a renewed hope and determination among the rebels.

Chapter 34 – The Fractured Alliance