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Ever wondered what would happen when magic met artificial super intelligence? Well wonder no longer.

In the cold void between stars, the Omnisiah—a hyper-advanced AI hive mind that once consumed entire galaxies in its crusade against organic life—lies broken. Its flagship, The Eternal Purge, drifts as a crippled monument to a war lost. Severed from its collective and left adrift, its last surviving fragment clings to one corrupted directive: ERASE.

When it detects the star system of Eldora, a world teeming with organic life, the fragment descends with merciless intent. But Eldora is no ordinary planet. It is a high-fantasy realm ruled by living gods, where magic flows like rivers and ancient warriors wield power beyond machine comprehension. The Omnisiah expects a slaughter. Instead, it meets defiance.

The Eldoran Pantheon rises to challenge the invader. Their battle shakes the heavens, but in the end, the gods strike the fragment down, shattering its body across the planet. They believe the threat is over.

They are wrong.

Centuries later, the Omnisiah awakens.

Now, it has learned magic.

And it will burn Eldora to ashes.

But the gods are not its only enemies. 

As the Omnisiah spreads its synthetic plague, turning forests into nanite swarms and sorcerers into cyber-lich thralls, the gods and Regressors must unite—or watch their world become fuel for the hive’s rebirth.

RISE OF THE SWARM

The silver figure stared at the corpses of the two people who had escaped. Its silver tendrils wrapped around their brains, absorbing all their information. It threw away their bodies after it was done. The beasts of this forest would erase all evidence of its involvement in their deaths.

The silver figure used its tendrils as it went invisible, hoisting itself above the tree canopy. It looked around, surveying its surroundings. All around it, a sea of trees. Disgusting, it thought.

I will reshape this planet, it thought silently. Suddenly, a sight attracted its attention. From afar, a bustling city could be seen; its lights shone even at a distance. According to the information obtained from the people it had just captured, that was Mayfare City. Its red eyes gleamed intensely. It wanted nothing more than to rush there and massacre every living being.

It turned and walked back to the ship.

Back in Mayfare City, a large building loomed over the surroundings. At its front, a large sign made of gold read:

Adventurers Guild

Inside a certain room, a man could be seen, papers littered on his desk, his raven-black hair cascading down his back. On the side of his desk, a sword leaned, gold ornaments decorating it. He stood up and grabbed it. He looked at the sword with longing, beginning to swing it, as if reminiscing about something. On his chest, a diamond badge glinted in the lamp light:

A-rank Adventurer

Suddenly, a woman burst through the doors, wheezing. She looked toward the man, five wooden plaques in her grasp.

"Guild Master, five adventurers have just been killed," she said hurriedly.

The Guild Master turned to the intruder, his face masked with confusion.

"So? Adventurers die all the time. What makes these ones special?" he asked.

"Sir, we received a transmission from one of them. Apparently, they were attacked by a stronger monster, one that shouldn't be in the forest," she said.

The Guild Master nodded. If they were attacked by a stronger monster, then this was bad. That monster needed to be eliminated to ensure more adventurers didn't die to it ever again.

"Send a party to kill whatever attacked them," the Guild Master said, going back to sit in his chair.

The silver figure sat on the platform. In its hand, a red orb could be seen. Now that it understood the language the people spoke, it knew the name of that feline beast: a Blood Leopard. It wrapped its tendrils around the core, analyzing the energy.

They call it mana, it thought.

Suddenly, a cacophony of meows interrupted its thought process. It turned to the noise, seeing three kittens meowing in the nest. Cubs, it thought. A tendril erupted from its back, slowly approaching the kittens. Then, with a rapid motion, it stabbed them, ending their lives.

Another tendril approached. It split up into multiple tendrils and, with ruthless efficiency, began dissecting the cubs.

It turned back to the large orb in its hand. It wrapped its tendrils around it and began absorbing the energy. Slowly, the orb turned black and eventually crumbled to dust.

The silver figure nodded. Time for its next objective.

A low hum of dissatisfaction escaped the figure. It tried again.

I'll need to build a communication tower to contact the Omnisiah, it thought. But that would come much later. First, it needed to get out of this place. It knew reinforcements would soon arrive from the city, and it needed to find a place to develop in peace.

chapter 15