Lin Feng's POV The pristine, golden marble docks of the Grand Registry Ark didn’t feel like the mud of the *Weeping Domain or the grease-slicked iron catwalks of the southern gear-pits, they were cold, immaculate, and polished to a mirror finish that reflected the dying silver radiation of the upper sky. My boots hit the pristine, golden marble docks of the floating continent, his heavy hammer instantly leaving deep, black cracks across the imperial seal. The seventy-pound foundation block of my forge-hammer swung low against my leather harness, its charcoal-iron surface dragging a dark, smoky trailing line across the perfect gold-leaf engravings of the Sovereign insignia. The impact of my heavy iron-shod boots sent a violent shockwave through the marble grid, the pristine lacquer splintering into thousands of spiderweb fractures that turned the pristine golden sigil into worthless, non-reactive gray debris.Behind me, the vanguard of our sixty-ton iron-clad flagship groaned as i

Imoabasi's POV Standing at the center of the Basilica’s server core, I drove the Sylvan Codex directly into the primary data junction of the floating continent. The interior of the ultimate sovereign sanctuary was a terrifying, high-frequency labyrinth of towering diamond-glass pillars, each one housing millions of spinning silver micro-disks that hummed at a constant, suffocating ten thousand kilohertz. This was the central nervous system of the old world order, the compilation vault where the final ledger entries of every lineage family were stored, protected by a gold-lacquered perimeter firewall that had stood unchallenged for ten millennia. The air was heavy with the superheated scent of burning gold solder and ancient, unindexed privilege.I didn't pause to analyze the security scripts. I lifted the emerald-veined stone plate of the fourth tablet with both hands, my fingers turning stark white as I slammed its lower edge straight into the primary jade data-line running throu

Lin Feng's POV“ssss….” I winced when I felt the touch of heat inside my brain, it was as though the gacha tried to say something, and immediately retreated. I paused, then continued. The floating, white-hot geometry of the Seventh Server Gate did not hum with the familiar friction of lower-tier engines or the wet, mechanical grind of the subterranean cogs, it vibrated at a pitch so absolute it flattened the acoustic profile of the Basilica into dead, un-indexed silence.I stood before the floating, white-hot geometry of the Seventh Server Gate, all six Tablets I acquired were floating in a circular orbit around my head like a crown of rusted iron, it was beautiful not going to lie.The six artifacts, the Sylvan Codex, the Scales of Fate, the Scepter of Tyranny, the Ledger of Wealth, the Scepter of Tides, and the shattered, re-stitched frame of the Mirror of Truth, no longer radiated their distinct, factional hues. Stripped of their imperial lacquer by the [Equalization Protocol], t

Lin Feng's POV“Yes.” I responded and immediately pulled the handle. The white light radiating from the Seventh Server Gate didn’t blind me as I stepped up to the floating interface bar, it was actually very bright. Up close, the input field was cold, dead silent, and totally devoid of the shimmering golden flourishes that used to accompany every interaction with the system. There were no drop-down menus or pre-compiled choices designed to entice a user into spending credits. It was just a thin, dark line hovering in the empty air, waiting for raw data.I reached out, my fingers calloused and stiff from years at the anvil. Instead of picking up a hammer or typing a command syntax, I pressed my open palm against the black bar.I didn't enter a command script to claim the divine throne for myself, nor did I request an upgrade to my personal status screen.I began to write names. First was Scribe Shen, whose fingers had turned stiff from logging illegal tax quotas in the coal pits. T

Lin Chen's POV Standing at the base of the rail-cannon, I decided to use my father's old iron stylus to re-route the celestial hand's leaking data down into the earth. Things like these are very compulsory to help accomplish Feng's full plan. I believe he hasn't told me everything he has planned yet, but the little I know, I'd help him implement it to the best of my abilities. The sky above the Grand Registry Ark vibrated with a sharp, high-frequency whine as the massive golden fingers remained pinned against Imoabasi’s emerald data-vines. Golden static and blue compliance code bled from the joints of the giant hand, spraying across the upper atmosphere like pressurized steam from a cracked pipe. Up on the promenade, my brother Feng held his heavy forge-hammer ready, his face looking up and his eyes locked directly onto the sky. But I didn't look at the gods. My eyes were fixed on the copper-lined grounding rails embedded in the marble docks beneath my boots.I held my father’s d