Everything about this realm was layered, schemes over schemes, powers buried beneath appearances. Each surveillance feed he saw wasn't just data, it was a map of ambition, each flickering dot representing someone's plan, someone's struggle for ascension.

Azrail chuckled lightly. "Funny how the higher we climb, the more we watch and the less we live."

Nayan tilted his head, curious. "Meaning?"

"I mean, look at this," Azrail gestured toward the sea of lights. "Every one of those dots is someone trying to live, fight, love, survive. And yet all we do is measure, track, and analyse them like they're numbers. The irony is, once they reach a certain level, they'll start doing the same to others."

"Control breeds control," Nayan murmured, a hint of respect in his voice. "You're beginning to sound crazy yourself, me so proud."

"Keep it to yourself, I don't care."

Azrail replied with a lightly disgusted face when he saw how happy Nayan looked. The projection shimmered again, changing form as Nayan switched the view — now displaying something like a thread-line interface, where each connected light represented allegiance, betrayal, or secret deals among major powers. Strings of fate and deception intertwined, shifting dynamically as decisions were made across the realm.

"This is the Influence Web," Nayan explained. "Every person of influence has a thread connected to others — political, spiritual, emotional, or transactional. It updates in real time. When one power collapses, the web shifts instantly."

Azrail observed closely as he saw golden strings tighten and loosen. A few snapped — meaning deaths or betrayals. Others multiplied. The visual was almost artistic — like watching an infinite spiderweb trying to hold itself together as storms passed through it.

"Fascinating," Azrail whispered. "Show me ours."

At that command, the web zoomed and shifted again until one central black thread pulsed in the middle — his. Around it, silver lines connected outward, thousands of them, each attached to faint names and sigils — subordinates, allies, contacts, and watchers.

"Looks good."

Azrail spoke, his eyes trailing through the data in front of him, what he was watching right now was a pure living data center, the information changing, shifting, and growing as it willed, it was something Nayan had built before for his own use, a genius of engineering and skills, and right now it was being transferred to him, it lived and breathed with Azrail's desires.

'Each information is arranged meticulously to show support and growth.'

Azrail's eyes trailed through each of the data trying to understand it better, with just a thought of what he wanted, the data shifted, showing deeper into different data layers, the eye fixed on the people he wanted to be focused on, the tasks of each of the members being conducted in a fast format, in real time Azrail could understand what his people were doing.

'Looks like the links are connected.'

A smile came to Azrail's face when he saw that. Azrail wanted power here, and before he had sent members of his own faction to different parts of this realm, spreading far and wide over all the 7 continents, and the greatest part was that all of the members came from Nayan's collection, which meant their strength was uncontested within this realm.

And with them unleashed, it didn't take long before everything was arranged together. At first, it was placing all these collection boxes, the devices of data entered all around, which quickly came together to form a network that covered over this place. With that, data started to be collected, immense amounts of data.

From there, it was just the fact of Azrail's people using this data to form connections and contacts, people that were desperately in need of power, in need of support, in need of help, in need of connection, everyone having their own thing they wanted done and Azrail's group did it all, and they did it under different conditions and power.

The merchant group that Azrail's mother wanted to build had already been created, with Azrail's help, they quickly spread across the realm, and the fun fact was that Azrail didn't have to create anything from scratch; the thing being he took the existing ones, broke them down, and made them his.

With the data they had, several groups on the verge of collapse got absorbed into his mother's merchant group, the power in them being uncontested as they grew exactly, connections forming more connections as they within a blink of an eye grew into a powerhouse that cannot be contested.

As they grew they had to make certain deals with the ones of power, royal families that held power, that held secrets, dominating them, their desires being satisfied, their demands being met, trust being earned, powerful people coerced to join their place, little by little, the power grew like a virus, and when they finally detected them, they were too big to cut away.

Now, Azrail held vast amounts of power within this realm, though from a technical point of view, his mother did, the merchant group, which Lan now renamed as Obsidian Rebirth Dominion or ORD for short, and its name is the central focus toward which the other businesses flow, sure the other businesses have different names, but all come under this.

Several auction houses with high-level artefacts, pills, and more would be given here, a business that provides the best of the best stuff that comes from never-before-seen levels of quality, not to mention that Raven is working very hard and has already established an extremely powerful assassination group that is now trembling with fear everywhere.

It was once again an easier endeavour, she targeted the already existing ones, took in the most powerful, gave them her training and blessings, which led toward it growing, she didn't stop there, she went forth to spread it all towards the 7 continents, breaking down each and every group and taking what she wanted without stop.

'And nobody could do anything to stop her.'

In fact, the whole 7 continents are in an uproar over this, fear now spreads everywhere around. A group had taken control over the underworld, and it keeps spreading, and no one seems to touch it or even come to understand it. This led towards different factions forming, requesting help from the above realms, uneasy, a gift now.

She did what I wanted and beyond, it feels like there is some sort of darkness now reigning over everything. Of course, she also made sure to maintain a good reputation, too. The ones they hunted were powerful, but also the worst of the worst, people who had crossed lines that shouldn't ever be crossed, and it all came with proof.

The group would leave behind their proof, which made them seem more like avengers, building a better rapport with everyone, a ruthless, powerful, and maybe not a fully evil group, its reputation spreading far and wide, and no one in any continent is safe from their clutches, when they hunt there is only one result, death as the final gift.

'She really wants to impress.'

I smiled inwardly at her actions, within a small timeframe she had established authority and control, while expanding powers on a whole realm scale, it was amazing and beautiful in every sense of the way, her using every tactic she could find to establish the main ground on power and access, leaving symbols behind as the main factor, sometimes warning the target before, seeing them struggle to their absolute best after which they are annihilated.

Showing the world that once marked you can do anything, but in the end, death would also find you...

'A masterclass of control.'

Feeling proud, Azrail's eyes then landed on the main ones he said to keep eyes on, the special ones Azrail knows will make a lot of change to the world, some members of the Heavenly Opposers and some members who would grow up to be villains that shall cause problems everywhere.

'My work has changed the future already.'

Everything has already been changed; mass actions were taken, which means the future has twisted more than others can even understand, and Azrail knows it, but he doesn't care. Currently, power is important, and he already has the resources he can utilise at hand.