CHAPTER 961: FUSION OF WORLDS

For three long months, Vlad and Freya lived in peace and harmony.

They spent their days wandering across Terra—flying above vast oceans and mountain ranges, walking through bustling cities and quiet forests, visiting every corner of the world they had fought to protect. At night, they rested together beneath starlit skies, letting their hearts and souls recover from years of war.

It was a time of serenity—something neither had known in a long time. The feeling of peace washed through their bodies and spirits, cleansing them of the harshness, the exhaustion, and the trauma that had accumulated through endless conflict. Theirs was not an idle peace, but one that healed the wounds of existence itself, granting them the strength to keep rising when the time came again.

Yet all things, even peace, must end.

After a session of intimacy, both received a message—one that bore the unmistakable mark of Overlord.

The True Depravita of Wrath and the True Depravita of Lust exchanged a knowing look, smiled faintly, and nodded. The moment of rest was over. Without another word, they rose into the air, cutting through the clouds as they flew toward the heart of civilization.

It did not take long for them to reach Xaos City, the shining capital of their kingdom.

The metropolis stretched for hundreds of kilometers in every direction—a living monument of glass, steel, and divine energy. Millions of citizens lived within its walls, each one thriving under the subtle radiation that permeated the air. That energy, a fusion of refined Origin Power and Divine Force, nourished both body and soul, strengthening even the weakest to very high levels.

At the city’s center stood the Xaos Tower, an awe-inspiring spire so immense it seemed to pierce the clouds. At its pinnacle burned a colossal golden sphere, radiating with the light of a miniature sun. To the untrained eye, it might have appeared as a ball of plasma—but in truth, it was condensed Divine Power, a physical manifestation of faith and spiritual resonance.

In the years since that Vlad spent in wars across the galaxy, the Xaos Faith had not diminished; it had flourished.

Nearly the entire population now offered daily prayers to the Xaos God—to Vlad, their savior and king. Yet it was no cult of blind fanaticism. Overlord had carefully shaped the religion to be grounded in reason and evidence, using history, recorded battles, and scientific demonstrations to teach the truth of their kingdom’s rise.

By doing so, he had eliminated the dangers of zealotry. There were no inquisitions, no forced conversions, no blind obedience. Instead, the faith of Xaos was based on understanding, not fear.

And because their belief stemmed from genuine conviction rather than manipulation, the purity of their devotion was unmatched. Their prayers gave birth to extremely pure and dense Divine Power, something that would make most Gods blind with envy.

It was a remarkable phenomenon, one that even Overlord’s A.I. Chip continued to analyze in meticulous detail. The harmony between logic and faith had birthed something unprecedented in the known universe.

But today, faith was not their purpose.

Vlad and Freya arrived in the skies above Xaos Tower, where they found Jormungandr, Fafnir, and Ouroboros already waiting. The True Depravitas exchanged nods and faint smiles before turning their attention to the radiant figure descending from the void.

Overlord appeared, his archangelic form glimmering with holy light. Though faint scars still marred his body, they began to heal instantly as he absorbed the surrounding Divine Power.

Seeing him wounded at all was astonishing; Overlord’s strength was such that he could roam freely across the universe, unbound by distance or fear. But the Depravitas were not surprised—they knew he had not been idle during these months of peace.

Unlike them, Overlord required no rest. He neither slept nor tired. Every moment of his existence was dedicated to calculation, construction, and preparation for what was to come.

The A.I. Chip Clone greeted the group with a single nod, then turned his attention to the horizon. Raising one hand, he summoned forth a small, glowing crystal—the World Heart of the destroyed Zanis Homeworld.

The crystal pulsed softly, exuding an energy so pure and ancient that even the Laws of reality trembled around it.

Overlord released the crystal into the air. It drifted downward, descending like a falling star. The group watched in silence as it plunged into the ocean far below, vanishing beneath the waves.

The World Heart continued to sink—deeper and deeper, through layers of stone and molten rock—until it reached the core of Terra itself, where the planet’s own World Heart resided.

For a single moment, the world held its breath.

Then the crystal shattered.

Its radiant essence, refined through billions of years of cosmic evolution, merged with Terra’s own principles and natural Laws.

A deep, resonant tremor shook the world.

"RUMBLE!!!"

Mountains split. Oceans churned. The skies flashed with lightning as earthquakes rippled across continents. The planet seemed to scream as its fundamental structure began to evolve.

It was a cataclysmic sight—but it was no surprise. Overlord had prepared for this. Long before the fusion began, every citizen had been safely evacuated into aerial bunkers. The upheaval of creation was dangerous, but it was also necessary.

Overlord’s eyes gleamed as he watched the transformation unfold. He could feel the planet’s Laws strengthening, the density of its spiritual energy rising, the entire biosphere humming with power.

It was magnificent—a miracle of cosmic engineering.

But he knew it was only the beginning. Potential was not evolution. The raw essence of the Zanis Heart alone could not bring Terra to full transcendence. It needed fuel—massive amounts of soul energy to stabilize the process.

And for that, he had already made arrangements.

At that very moment, soldiers stationed across the globe moved into position. Their faces were expressionless, their eyes cold as they activated the massive sacrificial formations prepared by Overlord himself.

Bound within those arrays were their prisoners—demons, captured by the Archangel from Abyss.

When the runes ignited, the demons screamed.

Their bodies melted into pools of energy, their souls unraveling into radiant streams that poured into the formations. It was a brutal, merciless process—but none among the soldiers felt pity. Their kind had slaughtered millions during the Apocalypse, so there was no mercy.

Now, their essence would serve a higher purpose—to feed the world they once sought to dominate.

"BOOM!"

A column of light erupted into the sky.

"BOOM!"

Another followed. Then another.

Within moments, ninety-nine pillars of divine energy rose from every corner of Terra, stretching from the ground to the firmament. They pulsed rhythmically, each one a conduit of spiritual power, flooding both the earth and sky with radiant force.

The sight was breathtaking—terrifying and beautiful in equal measure.

From those ninety-nine pillars, luminous energy pathways began to spread, weaving together like veins of light across the continents. Within minutes, a planetary formation covered the entire surface of Terra, the glowing lines connecting every city, mountain, and ocean.

The True Depravitas stood in silence, eyes wide with awe. Even for beings of their level, the scale of Overlord’s achievement was staggering.

In just three short months, he had transformed Terra into a living formation, a world-sized artifact capable of channeling divine energy across every inch of its surface.

As the final connection locked into place, the web of light extended into the Xaos Tower, fusing with the sphere of Divine Power.