GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS

The Desolate Tunnel quaked as the last vestiges of chaotic cosmic energy dissipated, the massive gap Patrick had torn with his staff, Limitless, sealing shut with a shudder that rippled through reality itself. The air, once thick with the dark purple miasma of destruction, cleared, revealing the scarred expanse of the tunnel, cavernous void stretching light years, its walls pulsating with the remnants of devoured life. Millions, perhaps billions, of groups and their desolate beasts had been erased, their essences consumed by the ravaging waves Patrick had unleashed. The ground was a graveyard of ash and shattered bone, a testament to the indiscriminate power of the chaos he had summoned.

Patrick hovered light years above, his silver hair swaying gently as if the cataclysmic forces were but a whisper against his omnipotent form. His cape fluttered toward the fading suction, a dark banner against the dim glow of the tunnel's depths. Limitless, his staff pulsed with an unending omni-energy, its black surface shimmering with golden veins that mirrored the infinite power coursing through his veins. His expression remained impassive, a mask of serene dominance as he surveyed the devastation below. Beside him, his group—Athena, Anna, Thalia, Elaine, Raleigh, the Thousand Primates, and the three hundred Transcended Omni Droids (TODs) hovered in perfect formation, their auras a symphony of cosmic might.

Athena, her golden eyes scanning the horizon, broke the silence with a voice laced with amusement. "It seems someone isn't happy," she said, nodding toward the rapidly approaching clusters of groups and desolate beasts. Their numbers swelled into the billions, a tidal wave of fury and desperation hurtling toward Patrick's position.

Patrick's lips curled into a faint smirk, but he offered no reply, his mood unshaken by the impending confrontation. The ground trembled as the first wave of desolate beasts—hulking monstrosities with scales of obsidian and eyes glowing with primal rage—appeared from the tunnel's shadows. Their riders, clad in armor forged from the bones of ancient entities, brandished weapons crackling with Heavenly Realm energy. The surrounding void grew heavy with the scent of ozone and the hum of power as billions of groups surrounded Patrick's group, forming layer upon layer of encircling formations.

But the true threat materialized moments later. The leaders of these groups, Heavenly Realm beings and above, emerged from their desolate whale beasts, hovering thousands of miles away. Their numbers stretched into the hundreds of millions, perhaps billions, their auras a kaleidoscope of golden, silver, and crimson qi that clashed against the tunnel's darkness. Each bore the marks of transcendence: halos of light, wings of energy, or crowns of ethereal flame. Their gazes locked onto Patrick, a mixture of awe, rage, and fear etching their faces.

A figure at the forefront, a towering cultivator with a beard of molten gold and eyes like twin suns, stepped forward. His voice boomed across the void, amplified by his Heavenly Realm power. "You! How dare you challenge the Ancient Chaos Dragon entourage and cause them to obliterate the desolate tunnel, do you understand what your stupid and reckless actions have cost us all?!"

The leader seemed to have assumed Patrick challenged the Ancient Chaos Dragon group, and because of that, they obliterated the desolate tunnel as a repercussion for his disrespect, which had led to the loss of billions of their warriors and groups.

Listening to the golden-bearded old man, Patrick remained silent and unreactive, not acknowledging the old man and his billions of sulking grievers the least. But his gaze was what hit the nail in the wall, as he stared at the old geezer from the golden-bearded race with disinterest and laziness, as if his existence was a bore in his eyes.

Seeing the lad's condescending behavior, the cultivator couldn't help but lose his temper, his aura flared, a wave of golden qi surging toward Patrick, only to dissipate harmlessly against his unyielding presence. "You insolent brat!" he roared, as his body erupted with even greater golden Qi, spreading wide for tens of light years even.

But before the Qi could envelop his group, Patrick flickered his pinky finger at the cultivator, his body blasted away as he crashed heavily into the billions of other leaders. Another wave of commotion occurred as the leaders stabilized themselves and the golden-bearded cultivator.

"If you all will become my enemies upon entering the Desolate Realm, then what difference does it make if I kill you now or later? If you aren't even strong enough to survive a mere chaotic energy, what rights do you have to even enter the Desolate Realm, a realm of gods and demons? Where death is but certain."

Hearing this, the cultivators exchanged glances, their rage boiling over into action. With a collective roar, they unleashed their devastating attacks. The bearded cultivator thrust his hands forward, summoning a torrent of solar qi that burned with the heat of a dying star, capable of vaporizing planets. A crimson-winged woman from a race of winged beings conjured a storm of phoenix flames, each ember a weapon that could incinerate continents.

Other Heavenly Realm beings joined, their powers a cacophony of destruction: lightning that split the void, gravitational waves that crushed and shattered space itself, and blades of overwhelming energy that sliced through dimensions.

The attacks converged towards Patrick, a maelstrom of energy that would annihilate the entire Immortal Realm ten times over. The Thousand Primates were the first to act, their bodies igniting with primal energy as they dissolved the solar torrents with mere waves of energy from their palms.

The TODs, their transcended forms gleaming with omni-energy, formed a shield that absorbed the phoenix flames, their circuits humming with limitless power. Athena and Anna wove a barrier of golden light, neutralizing the lightning, while Thalia and Elaine remained unreactive and allowing the attacks to touch them, which triggered the countering effects of the Dresses of Omnivastance. The gravitational waves and spatial rift attacks were multiplied infinitely before being sent back at the group, wiping out eight hundred million in an instant, and opening a spatial rift underneath a group of one billion leaders, devouring them entirely.

Patrick remained motionless, Limitless orbiting around him like a sentinel. As the attacks reached him, he raised a single hand, and the chaos dissipated into nothingness, his omni-energy rendering the Heavenly Realm assaults irrelevant. "Pathetic," he muttered, his voice carrying a weight that silenced the battlefield.

The cultivators hesitated, their confidence wavering, but their numbers pressed them forward. Billions of desolate beasts charged, their roars shaking the tunnel, while the Heavenly Realm leaders coordinated a second wave. The golden-bearded cultivator summoned a celestial spear, its tip a miniature supernova, and hurled it with force that could pierce a solar system. The crimson-winged woman unleashed a barrage of flame arrows, each one a fusion of qi and soul energy, while others conjured illusions to disorient the reality around Patrick and his team.

Athena and Anna danced through the battlefield, their synchronized strikes decapitating Heavenly Realm cultivators with precision, their shared bond with Patrick enhancing their coordination. Thalia's sonic waves shattered the illusions, while Elaine opened spatial portals, teleporting enemy attacks back into their ranks, causing chaos among the billions.

Patrick, however, was the storm's eye. He twirled Limitless, a wave of omni energy erupting and obliterating two billion desolate beasts and their riders in an instant. One could tell Patrick's group was going easy on the cultivators, or else the fight would not have happened in the first place.

The celestial spear launched by the golden-bearded cultivator approached Patrick at an unbelievable speed, but stretching his left hand and catching it mid-flight, the supernova tip extinguished in his grasp. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it back, its speed multiplied times infinity as it instantly covered the distance and impaled the bearded cultivator and a hundred million others, their bodies pulverizing into nothingness. The crimson-winged woman's arrows melted against his aura, and by merely staring at the woman, a single pulse of omni-energy radiated from his eyes, vaporizing the woman and billions of others into mere molecules.

The battle raged for hours, the Desolate Tunnel becoming a theater of annihilation. The Heavenly Realm beings unleashed their most devastating techniques—planetary collapses, time distortions, and soul-devouring mists—but each was met with effortless counterattacks from Patrick's group. The TODs' relentless barrage decimated half a billion foes, while the Primates tore through another billion. Athena and Anna's lazy counterassaults felled at least three billion, their elegance masking their lethality. Thalia and Elaine's strategic maneuvers turned the enemy's numbers against them, spatial rifts swallowing entire battalions of billions.

Yet Patrick remained the pinnacle of power. He moved with a grace that belied the destruction he wrought, Limitless, a blur of black and gold as it cleaved through the enemy ranks. With each swing, millions perished, their qi harvested by the desolate tunnel for its sustenance. The Heavenly Realm leaders, who numbered previously in the tens of billions, now reduced to a fraction of their numbers, merely two hundred million, regrouped, their faces etched with despair and desperation.

The bearded cultivator's successor, a gaunt man with a crown of lightning, shouted, "Everyone, retreat! This battle is pointless!"

Seeing the fruitless attempts to escape by the leaders, some even killing their groups to recuperate their energies, Patrick smirked with mockery as he held out his left hand over the remaining two hundred million leaders and their groups, their bodies frozen in place and immobile like time-halted statues.

"Again, what rights do you have to act upon your wills when your existences are but experience for others? I did not authorize your deaths, nor your retreat."

Hearing this, the gaunt mam snarled, his body erupting with every ounce of energy in his being and launching a final assault—a thunderstorm of lightning that could obliterate galaxies. Knowing and even allowing all this, Patrick raised Limitless, absorbing the billions of thunderstorm lightning attacks, and with a downward thrust, unleashed a shockwave that obliterated half the remaining forces. The tunnel echoed with the screams of the existence-erasing agony, the desolate tunnel littered with the remnants of desolate beasts and cultivators.

As the dust settled, over half the billions lay dead, their bodies reduced to ash or absorbed into the void. The surviving Heavenly Realm beings, numbering in the tens of millions, faltered, their morale shattered. Patrick lowered his staff, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield. "Now you can leave," he commanded, his voice a decree. "Enter the Desolate Realm, and spread this, I, Patrick Alexander King, the Conqueror Supreme, am coming to conquer the Desolate Realm, and all shall be conquered, gods, demons, and all."

The survivors hesitated at first, as none now dared to even hint at a challenge to the silver-haired man, who had now been registered in their heads as the Desolate God Demon. But then, they scattered, their desolate beasts fleeing into the tunnel's shadows. The gaunt man cast a final, hate-filled glance before vanishing, his voice a fading whisper: "The Desolate God Demon."

With the scene now cleared, Patrick turned to his group, his expression softening. "Well done," he said, his voice carrying a rare warmth. Athena smiled, Anna nodded, and the others stood tall, their power undimmed. The Desolate Tunnel fell silent, the legend of the Desolate God Demon born in the wake of their victory.

…

The Immortal Realm

The Immortal Realm was currently undergoing various significant metamorphoses, especially since the return of the visitors from Athos, which was more than half of the planet. This mystical and heavenly realm, Athos, where impossibilities are commonly transformed into realities, now leaves the entire Immortal Realm blessed with countless fortunes, both directly and indirectly.

First, the sheer increase in advanced cultivators brought great advantages to the Immortal Planet, meaning that with the tens of billions of advanced cultivators, the world of the Immortal Planet can now access greater amounts of cosmic energy from the universe to sustain itself and its lifeforms. And since there are now higher-level cultivators, that means the Immortal Realm would be provided with countless heavenly energies, enabling it to advance more cultivators and continue the endless cycle of getting limitless cosmic Qi.

Other than the cultivators, the fact of the One Above closing the space rift to the Desolate Realm alone is already a great deal for the Immortal Realm planet, since the space rift that once drained endless portions of its energy was now gone, especially knowing that the seal was created by a Heavenly King Realm existence.

In account of all this, the Immortal Realm planet was now slowly expanding, creating more landmasses, mountains, fortuitous encounters, and secret lesser dimensions for its lifeforms. The Qi energy in the Immortal Planet became purer and refined, allowing smoother cultivation and breakthroughs for cultivators. The abundance of energy enabled the world to even start birthing different new species of animals, plants, and beasts, formed from the thick coagulation of Qi energy in numerous locations of the planet.

In some distant rural areas of the Immortal Realm, locals could now cultivate simply by breathing, without the need for cultivation techniques or artifacts, due to the overabundant heavenly energy in their surroundings. Their physiques and bodies were now refined and stout, making them resemble cultivators who have been practicing for ages, when in fact they don't know much about cultivation.

If this were the case for the rural areas of the planet, it doesn't take much mental prowess to guess that the core areas of the Immortal Realm, especially the four continents, where heavenly energies are more concentrated, were now flooded with endless heavenly Qi. As for the central continent, it's safe to assume only Athos is above them in terms of abundance in energy, as the energy in the Central Continent was almost liquifying at this point, which is the second highest form of state any energy can be.

…

Athos

Athos was now quite calm, or at least not as crowded as it once was days ago. The departure of tens of billions of guests and billions of Athosian warriors left the godly realm almost boring and devoid of excitement. But of course, everyone knows Athos was far from both descriptions.

Inside Fairy Marine's throne chamber, the head manager of the Star Commerce Alliance and his younger sister knelt before the magnificent god fairy of Athos as they proposed their business ideas.

"As the Immortal Realm is now a vassal of Athos, we, the Star Commerce Alliance, bow to the rulers of Athos and the god fairy, and request to propose."

Hearing the head manager, fairy Marine sat, relaxed and cross-legged, she then spoke, her voice majestic and serene.

"Please rise and have a sit, you are still guests of His Majesty the One Above…" Fairy Marine said as the chair grew from the ground up, settling behind the two. "Regarding your statement, we haven't announced it yet, but yes, the Immortal Realm is now a vassal of Athos. But if you don't mind my curiosity, what is it you could possess or propose that Athos doesn't already have in abundance?"

Listening to fairy Marine, the head manager stood silent, his mind running through a logical response to the god-fairy's question. As someone who was born from nothing and had worked his way to being the head manager of the Star Commerce Alliance, the man understood the significant aspect in a business deal, that is, the other party must need or at least want what you are selling. And in his current case, there was nothing that he possessed or could offer to the godly realm like Athos, not when their discarded trash is considered a treasure in the outside world, the Immortal Realm.

But his younger sister, being a genius among the two, stepped forward as she replied,

"It is already a known fact that Athos possesses everything, and if there is something you don't already have, you can simply create it, being that it is ruled by literal Gods and a Fairy. But we do not present ourselves with the excuse to propose anything, but rather to serve.

Since the Immortal Realm is now a vassal of Athos, that means almost everything and everyone is about to enter a metaphorical phase of evolution, if it hasn't already begun. With how advanced and heaven-like Athos is, it's only natural to assume the Immortal Realm is about to be transformed into an advanced civilization like all its citizens.

All we ask, God Fairy, is that you make our Star Commerce Alliance a branch under the Interdimensional Athosian Monetary Fund."

Listening to the little girl, Fairy Marine smiled amusingly while staring at the girl.

"Not bad, the Dao of Reasoning and Calculation, I see you have benefited greatly from His Godship's benevolence, there are still greater Daos or Laws you could have studied from the library, though.

The I.A.M.F., or as you know it, the Interdimensional Athosian Monetary Fund, is more than you think. It is a system where our currency, the Athosian Aurelion, is the most valued currency across every universe and timeline, and as we conquer more worlds, timelines, and realities, the greater and more available the Athosian Aurelion becomes. So, answer me this: can the Star Commerce Alliance manage centillions of Aurelions (Ʉ) per second?

If you think you can, then Athos would accept your proposal of being one of our branch monetary funds."

Listening to Fairy Marine, the head manager and his sister both held disbelieving reactions, especially after hearing a number unit they have never dealt with before, billions and trillions was all they knew when they counted their wealth, with their estimation of the Immortal Gate worth trillions of quadrillions in wealth and resources being the highest they were knowledgeable of. But now hearing about centillions, not even the little genius of a sister was able to keep a tranquil expression.

"You can continue your business of being a commerce alliance, but we both know once we announce our ownership of the Immortal Realm, everyone will flood to Athos for their wealth management, and your star commerce alliance wouldn't be so much of an alliance anymore, now, would it? This is business, not personal.

I would recommend you apply now and transfer all your assets under our I.A.M.F and have a greater Daily Percentage Return (DPR) of 10,000%, than the standardized rate of 100% for everyone else."

'Business is simply business, emotions and generosities are superfluous. His Majesty the One Above had predicted this would happen and had provided strict instructions. To maintain the significance of Athos, we must be involved in everything, through timelines, realities, and conquer all.

…

Thousands of trillions of light years away from the Immortal Realm planet, a cosmos, stretching endlessly into the void horizon situated.

Gigantic rings, constructed from chaotic ancient energy and ancient runic symbols, circled the cosmos as they pulsated with endless ancient power and regality. Unlimited amounts of ancient heavenly energy enveloped the rings and the multicolored cosmos, sustaining its overbearing display of might and superiority over everything. Compared to the Immortal Realm planet, the Immortal Cosmos was like the god of all gods.

Within this godly cosmos, the previous ancient grand elders from the Immortal Gate, who were seen as the highest authorities in the Immortal Realm, bowed prostrating before three unknown cosmic existences in a cosmic throne hall. Despite the ancient grand elders being thousands of feet tall, compared to the three unknown cosmic beings enshrouded in darkness, the ancient grand elders were like normal humans prostrating to a giant.

Suddenly, a trembling vibration reverberated through the scene, shattering reality into sparks of glass, let alone the space barriers, which were pulverized into smithereens. The trembling sound continued for half a minute before suddenly stopping.

But already aware of the situation, the ancient grand elders hurriedly replied, as if the calamitous vibration was one of the cosmic entities speaking.

"You stand correct, Lord Vothrag, the Desolate Guardian's death was indeed a miscalculation none of us predicted. His defeat was a reality already accounted for, but his annihilation was beyond our calculations. His reincarnation has been set to occur in one Immortal Cycle from now."

"~~~~~~~" Again, the vibration resounded throughout the cosmic hall.

"As you wish, Lord Keldrax. We shall see it done at once.

What about Athos and the One Above? What are your wills?"

"~~~~~~~~" Another vibration occurred.

Understanding the vibration, the ancient grand elders frowned suspiciously,

'What?! They want to avoid the One Above?' The ancient grand elders thought in unison, translating the meaning behind the vibrations.

"As you command, Lady Elsyriane, the Immortal Realm stands sealed by a multiversal god of array so that entry would be impossible. Your order of abandoning the Immortal Realm and recalling the Dao Children is indeed a profound action."

Suddenly, a universe, countless times larger than the Immortal Planet, materialized above the ancient grand elders as it slowly rested on the palm of the ancient grand elder in the center. The ancient elders received the universe from cosmic entities, bowing in unison and speaking in a single voice.

"As the Dao persists, so will the Immortal Cosmos exist."