Sector 99. The Transmigration Node. The White Room.Lucas King was currently reviewing a quarterly merger report in his Penthouse when his vision blurred.There was a sudden, violent spatial shift. When his vision cleared, he wasn't in his office. He was standing in a sterile, featureless white room. Floating in the absolute center of the room was a colossal, glowing sphere of pure white light.Around him lay a dozen terrified, confused mortals. They were office workers, students, and mechanics, all waking up in a panic.Leaning against the wall was a grizzled, scarred man smoking a cheap cigarette and holding a massive, blood-stained broadsword. This was Scarface, a Veteran of the survival missions."Listen up, fresh meat!" Scarface growled, throwing his cigarette on the pristine white floor. "You are all dead in the real world. Welcome to the Main God's Realm! Here, you will be thrown into nightmare dimensions to complete impossible survival missions. You will bleed. You will cry. A

Sector 8. The Mortal Realm. Apex Intergalactic Motors.It was a quiet afternoon at the Apex Motors showroom, a wholly-owned luxury subsidiary of King Dynamics. The sleek, anti-gravity hypercars on display each cost more than the GDP of a small nation.The glass doors slid open, and a young man named Jason swaggered in. Just yesterday, he was a broke college student. Today, he was the host of the 'Supreme Infinite Spendthrift System'.A glowing blue screen hovered in his vision: [Daily Mission: Spend 100 Million Absolute Credits before midnight.] [Penalty for Failure: Immediate Obliteration.]Jason smirked, feeling like the absolute main character of reality. He walked straight up to the terrified sales manager and slammed a glowing black system-card onto the crystal counter."Listen up, wage slaves!" Jason yelled arrogantly, mimicking the wealthy villains he had seen in movies. "I am taking every single hypercar in this dealership! Swipe the card! If you don't process this right now,

The portal from the Absolute Reality opened, and Lucas King stepped out, his flawless midnight-blue suit contrasting violently with the surrounding environment.Everything in this universe was sickeningly cute. The sky was a permanent shade of cotton-candy pink. The clouds looked like marshmallows, and the skyscrapers glittered with pastel rainbows.Lucas frowned, adjusting his platinum cufflinks. The ambient air smelled like strawberries and unmonetized optimism. "Zero. What is this place? The lack of industrial pollution is disturbing."Zero materialized, his holographic avatar glitching slightly as a sparkly butterfly landed on his nose."Boss, we are in Sector Heart," Zero pushed up his glasses, looking profoundly uncomfortable. "According to my scans, this dimension does not operate on fiat currency, corporate debt, or even logic. The fundamental power grid of this universe is driven entirely by... 'Love and Friendship'.""Friendship?" Lucas raised an eyebrow. "A highly unregulat

Sector Crescent. The Gloomy Evergreen Forest.The tension in the rain-soaked clearing was palpable. Two terrifying supernatural factions stood on the brink of an all-out apocalyptic war.On one side stood Alpha Jax, the brooding, muscular CEO of the Silvermoon Timber Consortium. His eyes glowed with amber fury as his werewolf pack growled behind him.On the other side floated Prince Vlad, the elegant, immortal overlord of the Crimson Bloodline Logistics Corporation. His fangs were bared, and his vampire aristocrats hissed in the shadows.Between them, trembling in the mud after tripping over a perfectly flat rock, was Chloe, an astonishingly average, clumsy human high school student."She is my fated mate, Vlad!" Alpha Jax roared, ripping off his designer shirt to flex his abs. "If you touch her, my pack will tear this city apart!""She is my eternal beloved, you filthy mutt," Vlad sneered, dramatically sweeping his velvet cape. "I will drain your entire pack to protect her smile!"Th

Sector 666. The Eternal Abyss. Bottom Layer.The ground of the deepest dungeon in the Multiverse began to violently shake. After ten thousand years, the powerful magical seals holding the ancient, terrifying Malphas, the Demon Lord of the Eternal Night, were finally crumbling.A massive blast of concentrated dark energy exploded, shattering the final stone wall.Malphas, a towering monstrosity of obsidian skin, curled horns, and glowing crimson eyes, took his first breath of air in millennia. He roared, a sound designed to shatter mortal minds and announce the beginning of the apocalyptic war. He expected to hear the screams of dying knights and see a world drowning in despair.“I HAVE RETURNED, MORTAL PIGS! PREPARE YOUR WORLDS FOR AN ETERNITY OF DARKNESS AND—”F L A S H.F L A S H. F L A S H.Malphas violently blinked his glowing red eyes, utterly stunned.Before him was not a legion of terrified human armies. Instead, thousands of bright, annoying flashes erupted in his face. A mass