CHAPTER 8 : New World.

[LOCATION: CONTINENT CHAIA – PRINCIPALITY OF NEROVIA – UNKNOWN CITY]

{NOTE : From now on all the planets under 'UNKNOWN GOD' will be renamed to continents.

And Why?! you will know soon enough.}

The tavern was dimly lit, its wooden beams cracked and old, yet sturdy—like the souls who now filled its benches and corners.

Jin Wei sat at a shadowy table near the edge of the room, hands wrapped around a mug of warm, slightly bitter booze. 

It tasted like fermented pine and forgotten winters—but he barely noticed.

Outside, chaos.

Inside… tension.

The world had changed, and everyone knew it.

The quiet hum of voices weaved across the room like ghosts of confusion, grief, wonder, and denial.

Man 1 : "What does it mean… absorb a universe? Gods above, what the hell is a universe anyway?"

Man 2 : "Tch. They say it's a system. That we're all just pieces on someone's board now…"

Man 3 : "It's that panel, I'm tellin' ya. The one that popped up—askin' if I wanted to join some 'World Tree Cultivation' crap."

Man 1 : "Qi… Mana… now Divinity? My boy barely reached Qi Awakening and now we're ranked against other 'ENERGIES', they say? It's madness!"

Man 2 : "I saw it. In the sky. The hands. That wasn't normal. That was God. Or something worse…"

Man 3 : "Heard some nutjob say the world's not even flat—there's other continents. Pff. Nonsense. Right?"

The voices weren't loud, but they seeped into everything. Like smoke from a dying fire, refusing to go out.

A serving girl moved between tables with her head down, lips trembling as she poured drinks into shaking hands. 

Every few moments, someone new entered the tavern—some soaked in rain, others in sweat, one man bleeding from the eyes from what he called a "spiritual backlash."

Jin Wei stayed silent. His mind was louder than the crowd.

He remembered the moment clearly: the sky splitting, the panels overlapping, Gu Cheng's calm voice telling him the world had changed—and not just his world. All of it.

He took another slow sip.

"A single astral second…" he thought, "…four days. And now the entire world's rewired."

Across the tavern, a group of young cultivators huddled around a floating panel, scrolling through stats and skills. 

One of them suddenly shouted.

Young 1 : "HEY! I just unlocked my first Rank Quest!"

Man 2 : "You'll die, kid."

Man 1 : "Better to die with purpose than rot in confusion."

The mood flickered like candlelight. For every man who cursed the gods, another lit up with hope. 

For every woman who wept for her family, another sharpened her blade in silence.

The air in the tavern had thickened—not with smoke or dust, but with uncertainty. 

Jin Wei could feel it in the pauses between voices, the hesitation behind each step. Something new had stirred.

Again. The whispers came next. Soft. Uneven. Like rumors rising from the cracks in the world.

Young 1 : "There are… two types of panels, you know?"

Man 1 : "Two…? What're you talking about?"

Young 1 : "W.T.C.O for cultivators. And something called… W.T.A.O?"

The name echoed strangely in the room: [World Tree Audience Organisation]

Even Jin Wei raised an eyebrow.

Across the room, a wrinkled man with no cultivation base clutched a floating panel in trembling hands, eyes wide with fear and awe.

Old 1 : "It says… it says I can cultivate…"

Young Girl 1 : "You?? You've never even had Qi!"

Old 1 : "It says I can start whenever I feel ready. No foundation needed…"

Man 1 : "Isn't that blasphemy? What happened to body refinement? Spirit veins?"

Man 3 : "Tch… blasphemy died when the sky opened up and hands took the stars away."

Another voice—a child this time, sitting on a parent's lap—whispered quietly.

Young 3 : "Mama, my panel says I can be a viewer too. That I can watch battles… like stories."

A cultivator nearby scoffed.

Man 2 : "So they're turning mortals into… audience members?"

Man 3 : "Or… into believers."

The idea sank like stone in Jin Wei's chest.

The invader hadn't just connected the planets—he was rewriting participation itself. 

Not everyone would become a player… some would become viewers. Consumers of power. Worshippers of spectacle.

Jin Wei (Thinking) : "Cultivation as entertainment…"

"...and mortals as its audience? eh."

He looked to his right. A skinny merchant with shaking hands stared at his own panel. He was crying.

Man 4 : "I was useless all my life… and now this thing tells me I can become something… just by saying yes…"

In a far corner, a preacher stood on a table, arms raised high, shouting.

Man 5 : "Do you not see? This is divine mercy! A second chance! Even the Qi-less shall rise!"

"Or die faster…" someone muttered darkly beneath their breath.

The tavern had become a cradle of contradiction—hope and despair, opportunity and manipulation, all born from the two panels now dividing humanity:

🟩 [W.T.C.O] — For the cultivators. The fighters. The ranked.

🟦 [W.T.A.O] — For the mortals. The watchers. The unawakened masses.

Jin Wei sipped his drink again, slower this time.

Jin Wei (Thinking) : "First they gave the strong tools to grow stronger…"

"Now they give the weak a reason to watch—and worship."

He felt Gu Cheng's words echo from earlier.

"It's not our problem… and it will not affect you in the slightest…"

Jin Wei stared down at the mug in his hand.

But this world was his problem now.

Whether he liked it or not.

The tavern's chaos was building into something volatile. 

Voices overlapped, some laughing in delusion, others arguing over system mechanics, a few simply drinking to forget.

Then—

CRAAAACK—!!!

A thunderclap tore through the sky like the roar of a god, loud enough to shake the walls and rattle the mugs off tables. 

Jin Wei froze mid-sip. Glasses shattered. Plates crashed. 

For one long second, every soul inside stood still—then they rushed to the door, bursting into the streets.

Jin Wei followed, eyes narrowing as he stepped outside.

And there it was.

Above them, the sky was no longer blue—it had become a colossal, swirling circle of energy, glowing electric blue.

Pulsating like the iris of a cosmic eye. 

It covered the entire visible sky, stretching beyond horizons like a second sky stitched above the first.

It looked like a rift—like the world was being peeled open.

"A gate…" Gu Cheng (In Jin Wei's Mind).

A few elders gasped.

"I-Is this… the End of the World!?"

"That thing… it's bigger than the entire Southern Sea…"

"What did we accept… what did we let in?"

And then—the second thunderclap hit.

KA-KRAAAAAACK!!!

The swirling energy shattered like glass, pieces cracking through the sky like falling stars.

Behind it was void.

Pure, impenetrable darkness. A shadow of space where day had no dominion. As though night had stabbed its way into the daylight.

From within it…

He emerged.

A giant floated from the rift—towering, so massive that his body could be seen from every village, city, and mountain peak across the entire continent of Chaia.

His silhouette was sharp and deliberate.

A long, black suit, tailored with strange symmetry—like a 1950s Earth gentleman dropped into a xianxia warzone.

A black hat, wide-brimmed and cocked slightly to one side, with long feathers curling out from its rim.

His face—a humanoid body, but his head resembled that of a cheetah, with fierce golden eyes and sleek, spotted fur. 

His eyes gleamed like predatory moons in the dark sky.

It was as if elegance and terror had taken humanoid form.

Gasps filled the air.

"W-What… is that…?"

"That's not human… that's not even divine… is that the one who spoke before?"

"The… the God who absorbed our universe?"

"Is this the Master of the W.T.C.O?"

Then the voice came—

"SILENCE!!!"

He did not shout.

But the word echoed across the world like a divine commandment. 

Every bird stopped flying. Every beast stopped moving. Every cultivator and mortal alike—

—fell to their knees.

Their bodies crushed by invisible pressure, not out of fear but pure instinct, as if gravity itself had betrayed them in his presence.

Across the entirety of Continent Chaia, from snowlands to deserts, forests to mountain peaks…

—the world went dead silent.

And then, his voice filled the heavens.

"My name… is ZENITH."

"I am an Emissary of 'MASTER'… and the new Overlord of this Chaia Continent."

His words needed no translation. No language. They echoed into the souls of all who heard them.

Even Jin Wei's breath halted.

This was something designed—something forged by a higher being.

The people of Chaia, old and young, mortal and cultivator, all stared into the sky—into the face of their new reality.

The silence across the continent lingered like an eternal breath—not broken, not held… but reshaped.

The figure in the sky—Zenith, the Emissary—hovered above like a cosmic monument, his towering form etched against the shattered remains of the gate.

His golden cheetah eyes swept across Chaia. None dared to look directly.

The air vibrated again as Zenith continued to speak—his voice echoing across every mountaintop, temple, battlefield, village, and ocean of Chaia, heard by all as if he whispered directly into their minds.

"As you know… our Master has absorbed your universe into His World."

His words weren't boastful.

They were statements of unshakable truth.

"His world was already 26 times larger than your entire universe… which, by your current count, contained thirteen universes."

"Now… it is fourteen."

A wave of gasps rippled across the world. The numbers meant little to most—but the scale behind them?

That was incomprehensible.

"Our Master gathered every solid, terrestrial planet from all these universes… and merged them into one planet."

"Stars, gas giants, ice worlds—they now orbit this colossal construct as moons and spheres of light."

"What remains… is the Multiverse Planet."

A World of Impossible Scale.

As if on cue, a massive holographic projection formed in the sky—a rotating sphere of impossible beauty and scale.

Mountain ranges stretched across galaxies. Oceans devoured continents. Stars drifted in orbit like lanterns.

"The surface area of this new world…" Zenith's voice echoed again,

"…is ~1.6875 × 10³³ Astral Qimo²."

"…or about 344.5 Nonillion Nong² by your primitive metric."

[Note : ~675,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 km²]

[1 Nong. = 1.4 km. = 0.4 Astra Qimo.]

"This is what you float within now."

The silence turned into madness.

SHOCKED MURMURS.

"What is an Astral Qimo…?! What the hell is a nonillion??"

"Are we seriously living inside a ball made of all the planets from fourteen universes?!"

"Where are the stars? Are those stars? I see moving ones! They're… orbiting us!?"

"So… Chaia was a planet… now it's just a continent?!"

Some wept.

Some laughed like they'd lost their minds.

Some just stared at the ground, trying to understand what had happened to the very concept of reality.

At the edge of the continent, the oldest cultivator of Chaia—a man with hair like snow and eyes like dying suns—rose to his feet despite the pressure, gritting his teeth against the invisible weight.

"Zenith… Master of the Skies…"

"What… does all of this mean?"

"What happens to us now?"

Zenith tilted his head slightly. His voice gentled, yet the world still trembled.

ZENITH REPLIES : 

"That question… is always asked."

"And it always has the same answer…"

"You will understand. In time."

"Because now, you live here."

"You are not a planetary species anymore."

"You are citizens of the Multiverse Planet."

"And your world—what you called Chaia the Planet—is now simply… Chaia, the Continent."

For a few seconds… no one said anything.

And then the World Panel interfaces across Chaia flickered with a soft chime—new prompts appeared. New options. New rules.

Just as Zenith's form began to fade into silvery particles across the sky, his voice lingered—booming and divine, as though the world itself had chosen to speak for him now.

ZENITH SPEAKS — LAWS OF THE NEW REALITY :

"Before I depart…

There are new laws of physics you are not familiar with in your former universe."

"First—light.

It moves at infinite Nong per second here."

"That's impossible," a scholar whispered, dropping his jade stylus. "Even teleportation has a limit… doesn't it?"

ZENITH CONTINUES :

"There is no delay. No travel time.

No shadows from slowness."

"Day and Night are not caused by a sun or moon—there is no such star large enough for this world. Instead… Day and Night exist as pure laws of physics. They unfold as designed — by Master's Will."

"Yet… there are still external lights. Wandering stars... Lantern giants...

Beings and bodies that drift across the sky, illuminating regions in eternal patterns."

"Their glow is conceptual, not nuclear. They light because they exist."

The skies above flashed with faint streaks of white-blue—distant, glowing orbs drifting like astral jellyfish, their light pulsing gently.

People across Chaia stared upward, open-mouthed.

Zenith Explains Gravity :

"Gravity… differs."

"Each continent retains the same gravitational pull it had before being devoured into the Multiverse Planet."

"So the gravity of Chaia, prior to your absorption…

…remains identical now on Continent Chaia."

"But other continents—built from other planets, other laws—will feel… Different. Heavier. Lighter. Alien."

"This is how Master preserves continuity while allowing for adaptation."

Reactions Across Chaia :

"Infinite light speed…? Then… stars don't even matter?"

"Day and Night without a sun—what kind of magic is that…?"

"So we're still on Chaia… but Chaia is just one zone now…?"

"Different continents with different gravity… how do we even travel there?"

"What about air pressure? Will we be crushed?"

"My cultivation… will it even work on another continent?!"

Fear clashed with fascination.

ZENITH EXPLAINS SOUND : 

"Sound travels here at a million times its former speed—carrying intention, pressure, and presence far beyond what you knew."

Scholars whispered to themselves, trying to reconcile physics with cultivation scriptures. 

Warriors looked to the horizon, wondering what kind of battlefield awaited them beyond the seas.

Jin Wei stayed silent—but a sharp glint passed through his eyes:

"Different laws by continent... which means different training environments. Different strategies."

"So that's how you keep a multiversal game balanced…"

Zenith's final words rumbled like thunder fading over mountains.

"Prepare. Adapt. Or be forgotten.

This is the law of Master's World."

And with that, he was gone—his silhouette blown into the wind like ash scattered from the pyre of an ancient god.

Zenith's Voice echoed once more while he was departing.

"And, Abyss will open every Million Nong distance from eachother."

[1 Million Nongs = 1.4 Million Km.]

The sky, once void-black, shimmered into quiet twilight.

Jin Wei turned from the horizon.

"Infinite light, shifting gravity, no sun, and drifting stars...

This isn't just a new world."

He glanced at the glowing World Panel before him.

"This is a new existence."

TO BE CONTINUED.----------