The cramped dorm room had been transformed. Under Alice's direction, the simple furniture—the rickety bed, the study desk, the wardrobe—vanished, replaced by an empty space whose walls, floor, and ceiling were now lined with silvery metal plates humming with subtle energy. This was no longer a student room. This was an isolation chamber, an artificial womb designed for the birth of a god. Artur sat cross-legged in the center of the room, bare-chested, the *Sword of Destiny* lying across his lap. His face was calm, his breathing deep and regular. He had spent the last few hours purifying his Immortal Qi, preparing his body and soul for the coming storm. Around him, in a perfect hexagonal formation, his six harem members sat cross-legged, forming a protective circle. Amel was in front of him, her eyes full of love and anxiety. Diana was on his right side, her face hard as stone, ready for anything. Ayu was on his left, her posture

The eyes opened. They were no longer the eyes of a man filled with doubt or anger. They were now calm, bottomless pools of liquid gold, radiating a soft light that seemed to contain the wisdom of a thousand galaxies. The six women held their breath simultaneously. They didn't see Artur. They saw something else. Something ancient, majestic, and immensely powerful. The floating figure slowly landed on the ruined floor, his feet touching down without a sound. He looked down, staring at his own hands as if they were foreign objects. Then, his body bent forward. "Cough!" A small, dry cough. "Cough! BLEARGH!" He spat out a mouthful of liquid. Not food or stomach acid. It was thick, golden blood, mixed with small black clots that smoked upon hitting the metal floor, leaving a trail of corrosive sizzling. He coughed again, sp

The thread of pink light pulsed in Alice's hand, connected directly to Amel's rapidly beating heart. It felt strange. Amel felt no physical pain, but she felt the essence of her emotions—her love, her jealousy, her fear—being pulled out and exposed in the void. "This..." Amel whispered, staring at her own thread of light in amazement. "This is my feeling for Artur." "Precisely," Alice said, her smile cold and analytical like a scientist's. "The foundation of your power. Pure, strong, but unstructured. Like raw explosives. Dangerous if not shaped." Alice pulled the thread slightly. Amel felt an overwhelming wave of love for Artur flood her, so strong it made her want to cry with happiness. Alice pulled it again in a different direction. Amel felt a wave of hot, blind jealousy, making her want to tear apart every other woman in the room. "Stop!" Amel cried out, overwhelmed by her own manipulated feelin

The stellar scroll felt warm in Artur’s hand, every name inscribed upon it pulsing with different divine energy. The list was long and intimidating, names from pantheons he had never heard of—The Forging God of the Dwarf Nebula, the Goddess of Fate of the Triangulum Galaxy, the Time Entity of the Virgo Cluster. "I have to meet all the Gods in the universe...?" Artur swallowed. "The remnants," Alice replied, her tone somber. "Those strong enough or cunning enough to hide from Valir. Each possesses knowledge or artifacts that can help you. But they won't give them up easily. You must prove your worth to them." "But before you embark on your intergalactic diplomatic tour," Mr. Fool interjected, floating upside down above them. "There is one last thing you must do here. A... total system synchronization." "Synchronization?" Artur asked. "Look at yourselves," Mr. Fool said

The silence of the Neutral Universe felt comfortable, like a thick blanket separating them from the chaos of reality. Months—or perhaps only days, who could tell in this timeless place—had passed since their simulation trials. Artur sat cross-legged in the void, floating serenely, his eyes closed. He was no longer training. He was meditating, organizing the sea of power within him, feeling the connection to his six goddesses pulsing like distant yet stable stars. Not far from him, his Companion Goddesses had also found their rhythm. Diana and Ayu were engaged in silent sparring, their movements a deadly dance between absolute defense and precise attack. Amel and Xiao Wei sat facing each other, practicing the manipulation and unification of emotional and spiritual energy. Meanwhile, Ling Ling and Chandra floated near a projected star map, discussing planet-scale healing strategies. They were no longer a group of individuals. They