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- With Nāgāntaka.

As Nāgāntaka soared through the sky, he carried the creature high above the ground. It writhed weakly, unable to break free, his colossal claws had sunk deep into its translucent body, pinning it with unrelenting force.

The sight was strange and unsettling. Nāgāntaka's claws were clearly visible inside the creature's semi-transparent flesh as if they floated among the strange-colored cloud. Dim pulses of light flickered beneath its skin, fading the higher they rose.

Without warning, Nāgāntaka released his grip.

The creature plunged, tumbling through the air in wild spirals. It flailed its Ribbon-like tendrils of darkness, which may be the one that granted the creature the ability to float, but at this altitude, its movements were sluggish, its flight seemed limited, its power thinning with the atmosphere.

Nāgāntaka gave it no time to recover.

He inhaled deeply. Embers glowed in his throat, and then-

*WHOOSH!*

A torrent of fire erupted from his jaws, a blazing inferno that consumed the falling creature midair. The force of the blast sent the creature hurtling downward like a meteor, flames trailing behind it, lighting up the sky.

*BANG!!*

The impact shook the ground. Dust and smoke burst outward in all directions, a wave of heat washing over the surrounding landscape.

But when the dust settled… The creature stood.

Its body smoked, faint burn marks tracing its limbs and torso, but that was all.

No wounds. No signs of pain.

Its head slowly turned upward, its hollow gaze locking onto Nāgāntaka with cold, expressionless intent.

Not even the flames had reached its core.

Nāgāntaka hovered in silence, his wings beating slow and steady. His eyes narrowed.

'What... is this thing?'

Empty eye sockets stared upward, and sharp, jagged teeth lined the edge of a bone-like maw.

Then it opened its mouth.

But it didn't open like a jaw; it bloomed like a grotesque flower unfolding, petals of jagged bone spreading outward in unnatural, twitching motions. From the center of that bloom-

*SCREECH!!!*

A piercing sound wave exploded outwards, sharp as shattered glass and loud enough to split the sky.

"!!!"

Nāgāntaka reeled back, wings faltering for a split second. The air itself rippled from the force of the sound.

Birds in the distance dropped from the sky. Trees quivered. Mountains echoed with the unnatural shriek.

It wasn't just loud, it hurt. Deep in the bones. In the soul.

Even the fire that lingered on the battlefield flickered as if retreating from the sound.

Nāgāntaka gritted his teeth, his wings straining as the shock of the screech reverberated through his body.

The sound wasn't just loud; it gnawed at the mind and dug into nerves like icy claws.

His vision blurred for a heartbeat, and blood trickled from the corner of his eyes.

He roared in defiance, the sound swallowed by the lingering echo of the creature's scream.

Below, the creature stood perfectly still, its bone-bloom mouth slowly folding shut, like a nightmare closing its petals.

The air around it shimmered unnaturally as if reality itself struggled to contain its presence.

Nāgāntaka descended in a spiral, shaking off the last remnants of the disorienting wave.

His eyes, now burning brighter, locked onto the creature. He slammed into the ground with thunderous force, cracking the earth beneath his talons.

He growled low, a rumble like molten rock shifting underground.

"You're not of this world," He muttered.

The creature tilted its head, the motion stiff, unnatural. Then it floats forward.

With that single movement, something changed.

The grass around it withered. The stones cracked. Shadows bent unnaturally toward its form, pulled as if gravity itself were skewed in its favor.

Nāgāntaka stepped forward as well, his muscles tensed, heat radiating off his scales in waves.

Flames licked from the corners of his mouth.

This would not be a simple fight.

'…Nāgāntaka, don't face the creature's attack head-on,' The voice rang clear and firm inside his mind, Taufik's voice, steady like a blade drawn in the moonlight. 'Because of that thing… it's not aiming for your body. That last attack, it hit your soul. So be careful'

Nāgāntaka's eyes widened, the memory of that mind-splitting screech still echoing in the marrow of his bones.

'A soul-based attack?'

'So what should I do, Master?' Nāgāntaka responded mentally, his stance tense, wings slightly spread. 'My fire, it's not working. That thing's body is barely scratched'

Taufik's voice returned, strained but focused.

'Then stop attacking the body. Aim for its soul instead'

'…How can I do something like that?' Nāgāntaka asked, frustration flaring behind his eyes.

A long pause.

Then, quietly...

'…I don't know. Not yet. Just stall it for now, buy me time while I figure out how to control this new kind of energy. Got it?'

Nāgāntaka didn't answer right away.

The creature keeps floating forward, its presence warping the air with every movement.

Death and silence followed in its wake like loyal hounds.

His flame wasn't ready. His claws couldn't touch what couldn't be touched.

But his master believed in him. That was enough, for now.

'…Alright, Masterc

And then, silence.

The connection faded, severed from Taufik's end. Nāgāntaka was alone once more, face-to-face with the unnatural abomination.

The creature tilted its skull-like head again, as if amused. Thin strands of dark mist coiled around its bony limbs. The 'flower' of its mouth twitched, threatening to bloom once more.

Nāgāntaka inhaled deeply, grounding himself.

He had to stall. He had to survive.

Even if he couldn't touch its soul, he could still stand between it and everything else.

His wings flared wide.

"Then come," He growled, lowering his stance, heat surging once more through his veins. "Let's see how long I can keep a soul-eating freak like you entertained"

And the creature moved.

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- Back with Taufik.

"...So unless we use a soul-based attack, we can't kill that creature, huh?... Interesting~" Taufik muttered with a smirk, the echo of his battle still thrumming through his veins. He ended his mental link with Nāgāntaka, the connection fading like mist in the wind.

He stood straight, eyes locked on the portal before him, the Realm Gate, its chaotic vortex humming with unstable energy.

"...I want to enter this Realm Gate," He said, half to himself, his tone contemplative. "But... it would take too long to prepare. *Sigh* Let's just do something else for now"

With a flick of his hand, wings of mana burst into existence behind him, elegant, ethereal, and vast. The air shimmered around him as power surged through his form.

[Master, what's your plan?] The System's voice chimed inside his mind, as calm as ever.

Taufik's eyes narrowed, a grin spreading across his face.

"...Let's create something amazing," He replied. With a powerful flap of his wings, he shot into the sky like a comet of Mana, ascending so fast he nearly breached the upper atmosphere. The world below became a blur of clouds and light.

Hovering high above the planet, he gazed out at the stars and countless flickering lights dotting the land like wounds, each one a gate.

"...System, how many Realm Gates have opened so far?"

[...By this time, it's already 432 Realm Gates, Master]

"*Sigh* That many already?"

[Now it's 435, Master]

Taufik clenched his fist. The mana around him crackled with raw potential.

"...We can't afford to delay this any longer," Taufik said, looking at the Big ball of Green and Blue below, "... Open authority, The Rewrite... "

[...]

[DING]

[Welcome, Architect]

[Reality Script: Earth Worldline - ## Loaded]

[Current Editor: Taufik]

Before him, the sky split apart, and lines of glowing data slashed across the stratosphere like a divine interface.

Laws of nature unraveled in orderly strands.

Histories unfolded like books opened to their final pages.

A translucent projection formed, composed of trillions of interlocked sigils, sequences, and structural constants, the backbone of the Earth's reality.

Taufik hovered before it, not as an intruder, but as a creator.

"...Let's start the rewrite," He said, voice steady. "Anchor the chaos. Build the convergence"

He extended his hand.

[Command: Begin Structural Manifestation - Type: Dimensional Anchor Tower]

[Designation: The Infinite Tower]

The Earth below rumbled.

A singular point, once insignificant, ignited in blinding light.

The ground split. The sky bent. A pillar of pure mana surged from the planet's heart, bursting into the heavens with an earth-shaking roar.

And then it began to form.

Floor by floor. Gate by gate. A massive spire, spiraling endlessly toward the stars.

Each level harmonized with a different Realm Gate contained and stabilized in its own dimensional pocket, some blazing with firestorms, others frozen in void silence, others still crawling with life from other universes.

[Current Gate Count Linked: 435]

[Automatic Floor Scaling: ENABLED]

[Access Limiters Imposed - Only Chosen May Ascend]

Taufik's wings dimmed slightly, mana flowing back into his core.

The strain was enormous, yet he remained standing, unshaken.

The sky above still shimmered with the echoes of rewritten reality.

"Changes," He commanded, his voice calm but absolute. "#Only players Level 50 or above may enter The Infinite Tower"

[DING]

[Access Limiters Updated - Only Players Level 50 or Above May Ascend]

The Tower shimmered in response, runes along its spiraling surface shifting to reflect the new law, an invisible barrier forming at its base, repelling those unworthy.

[Is there anything else you'd like to change, Architect?]

Taufik let out a slow breath, eyes surveying the structure that now pierced the heavens. A satisfied smile curved on his lips.

"...No. It's good, for now," He replied.

Then, more softly, as if to the world itself: "…Welcome to the center of all that's coming"

[The Infinite Tower has been fully integrated]

[You now possess Root Access]

His eyes glowed faintly, lit with the same pulsing energy now flowing through the Earth's core, Mana threaded directly into the structure of reality itself.

He turned, gazing toward the distant stars.

"...Now," He whispered, the wind catching his voice as if carrying it across worlds, "Let them come"

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