Chapter 212: Forbidden Coordinates

Mirabella blinked, her instincts calculating the impossibility of the angel’s claim.​’The center Region, that’s a place no one is allowed to enter...’ The absolute core of Galaxy Fall was a localized dead zone, heavily restricted by the world and surrounded by anomalies that shredded even God-tier entities:

’This is crazy, how can I even get there?’ She thought, analyzing the sheer logistical nightmare of breaching a restricted server zone, and asked:

​"Do you know the exact location of this Celestial Palace?"

​"Yes, Great Queen!! I will personally lead you there!! Great Queen!! Luigi Zing pledge to serve you!!" She yelled, her demonic voice vibrating with fanatical, desperate devotion, looking up at Adira, who simply tilted her translucent head to the side, entirely unimpressed by the entity groveling before her.

​"Try to hide yourself if you can, and meet me in Glory city." Mirabella said. The strategic metropolis would serve as a perfect neutral ground to assess this new, terrifying asset. With a swift mental command, the psychic link vanished.

​"You heard my Master." Adira added, her tone reflecting the cold, unquestionable authority of her summoner.

​"Yes! I will!"

​Luigi stood up, her colossal form shifting. As her ten massive wings folded inward, covering her like a cocoon of blood-red feathers; moment next, she shone brightly. The blinding light of polymorph magic compressed her overwhelming boss-tier stats into a mortal vessel. Adira hovered with a flat expression, her fairy senses tracking the massive condensation of energy, staring at her.

​BOOM!!!

​The light shattered like glass, and a beautiful young lady with long red hair and eyes appeared. The demonic monstrosity was gone, replaced by an avatar of flawless, deadly grace. She stared at her body, flexing delicate fingers that still possessed the strength to crush mountains, and nodded her head:

​"No damage to my main body." She muttered, satisfied with her human disguise, and looked over her shoulder as the ambient arrays in the dungeon shifted.

​"This is the right location!!"

​The two eagle empire’s masters moved out from the tunnel, their auras blazing with the arrogance of high-level authority figures within the Academy’s political sphere. They froze, instantly sensing the lethal displacement of air, staring at the beautiful woman before them. Even with their high levels and refined sensory skills, they couldn’t see Adira, who hovered beside her.

​"Master said you shouldn’t kill them, but you can stop them." Adira instructed, passing down Mirabella’s strict parameters. A slaughter here would draw the Academy’s highest inquisitors.

​"Good! Master gave me my first task! I must not disappoint!!" She said with a chilling, radiant smile, and instantly vanished. The physical space didn’t even have time to register her movement.

​"Shit!! She’s a Lv500 fighter!!" The First Elder yelled, his combat instincts screaming as his death-sense triggered. But before he could even move a muscle or trigger a defensive artifact, Luigi appeared before him, and slammed his chest with her palm.

​BOOOOM!!!

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, his epic class armor caving inward like paper, and flew backward, smashing into the reinforced dungeon wall, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

​"This?" The second master was stunned, his eyes widened in shock as his peer was dismantled in a fraction of a second.

​"With Master’s restrictions gone, you small flies aren’t my opponents!" She said with a smile, allowing a fraction of her true form to bleed through the disguise as six red wings burst out from her back, bathing the corridor in a sinister crimson glow.

​"What the?! Are you even human?!!" The second stammered in shock, his spirit energy core quivering against the suppression.

​"I am not a human." Luigi yelled. The sonic boom carried a fraction of her earlier boss-room attack; as her voice waves smashed into the Master, he dropped on his knees, holding his ears, as blood flow down his fingers, his eardrums rupturing instantly.

​’Such powers?!! She is much stronger than a regular Lv500! Who really is this monster?!!’ He thought in absolute shock, his mind failing to categorize her threat level, and slowly looked up, seeing her standing before him like an executioner.

​"I am a bit confused with the timeline and what’s happening outside, so I would like to look into your memories, at least, I don’t plan to fail my Master in any way." She said casually, and placed her hand on the Master’s head. The physical contact bypassed all his defensive stats, instantly shattering all his mental barriers, and assessing his memories like flipping through an open book.

​After two minutes of forcibly checking the memories of a hundred plus years old man—downloading a century of geopolitical data, academy rules, and current events—she let go, and the Master dropped to the ground, his mind completely overwhelmed, unconscious.

​"Got everything I need... So Master is actually a student of the dragon empire, and they’re here because of a competition... Should I help Master and eliminate all the other contestants? That isn’t a bad idea, and she won’t be bothered by these small flies." She murmured, her lethal logic calculating the most efficient way to clear Mirabella’s path, her wings flapping behind her with barely contained bloodlust.

​"You just kept calling Master, Your Master, she hasn’t accepted you yet. And shouldn’t you be heading to the glory city? Why are you planning on attacking the contestants? Do you think Master can’t deal with them?" Adira asked with a slight frown. The divine fairy’s reprimand was sharp, reminding the ancient angel of her precarious place in the hierarchy.

​The Angel looked over her shoulder at the fairy. The cosmic scaling between them was incredibly tense; they were both Lv500, representing the apex of power, but even she wasn’t confident of defeating the fairy hovering before her, whose pure spirit energy felt impossibly dense.

​"You are right, Divine Fairy! I will get going!!" She said, bowing her head slightly in concession, as her wings retracted back into her body, and she vanished from the cave.

​Adira stared at the spot Luigi stood, and exhaled a breath of concentrated energy. She looked around one last time at the ruined cavern and the unconscious masters, sighed at the mess they had left behind, and vanished, returning to Mirabella’s soul space.

​Deep within the crystalline perfection of the Third Server, an absolute law of the universe was violently severed.

​BAM!!

​An invisible, catastrophic force smashed into the goddess, tearing through her divine aura. She vomited a mouthful of golden, luminous blood that burned the floor of her throne room. She held her chest, her flawless, immortal eyes widened in absolute shock:

​’This? How is this possible?’ She thought, the agonizing pain in her soul secondary to the sheer impossibility of the event. A master-servant contract etched into the fabric of the servers had just been deleted by a higher authority. She wiping the blood off her lips, her hands trembling with rage, and slowly stood up from her throne.

​"Not only was her seal destroyed, the bond she has with me is also destroyed. Did she do this or..." The implication was terrifying. Either Luigi Zing had found a way to break a divine contract, or this new ’Great Queen’ possessed an authority that superseded her own. She waved her hand, manipulating the ambient spatial laws, and the blood on the ground vanished:

​"Angra Mainyu!"

​SWOOSH!

​The space warped with dark, apocalyptic energy. Angra Mainyu, the architect of Earth’s suffering, appeared right in front of her, the shadows clinging to him instantly suppressed by her radiant fury, going down on one knee:

​"My Queen."

​"Send words to your slaves!! Your plan must happen within one year!!" She yelled, her voice cracking the indestructible pillars of the Silver Castle. The delicate, multi-generational scheme to harvest the lower worlds had to be accelerated before this new anomaly could consolidate power.

​"One... One year? My Queen, the Original time will take ten years, I don’t think it’s possible to achieve it in one year." He stammered, his dark composure breaking. To force an apocalypse ahead of schedule required burning resources that couldn’t be replaced.

​"Get it done or face the consequences!"

​"Yes!!"

​Angra Mainyu nodded, terrified by the raw, unstable divinity radiating from her, and instantly vanished from the hall to execute the impossible order.

​"This is so annoying!!! This new tilted queen!! You just keep spoiling my plans!!!" She screamed. Her composed, majestic facade completely shattered, giving way to a cosmic tantrum as the whole temple trembled violently, the shockwaves threatening to tear the server apart.