"The Forgotten World, the Banished God"
The final step begins.
High above the real world's sky, a massive silver ring slowly opened—like a glowing wound torn into the fabric of reality. This wasn't just a portal; it was a symbol, a bridge between two eras, two existences.
The five members of The Last Six—Arven, Syrra, Lorrick, Veyra, and Nolien—dragged the False God into the rift, back to the world they once left behind… and had now been summoned to again: Little Garden.
A cosmic howl erupted from the creature as reality rejected it. Its body was shredded by the spatial vortex, fragments of dimensions coiling around its ever-shifting form. Eyes, horns, wings, and fangs grew wildly, as if its body couldn't decide what shape this world would allow it to have.
Then, a beam of light ignited. The world changed.
Little Garden – Howling Hill
One by one, their bodies slammed into the cracked and jagged earth. Purple mist hung in the air, frozen in place, shaping an atmosphere like an unfinished dream.
They had arrived at Howling Hill—the place where their past ended in blood and betrayal. The ground was barren, dust-covered, scattered with the ruins of weapons and banners that no longer remembered their owners' names. The wind carried fragments of ancient magic, whispering echoes of a war that had ended millennia ago.
In the distance, the Floating Castle hovered in the sky—silent, looming like a skyborne mausoleum. The last city. The central bastion. The place they once protected above all else.
Nolien hissed under his breath, "We're back…"
But there was no time for nostalgia.
The False God crashed down like a rotten comet. The blast shook the valley. The land split open. Stone melted. The creature howled—and the world recoiled. Its presence was too heavy for reality to bear.
Arven raised his shield, blood trickling from his temple."He hasn't lost his power...!"
Veyra hurled a magic bomb—but the blast rebounded in mid-air."Little Garden doesn't recognize him! The system can't sync yet...!"
Lorrick drew his bow, his hand glowing with raw energy."Hold your ground! Don't let him touch the sacred soil—don't let him plant the seeds of his immortality!"
The sky turned red. Gravity warped. The False God stepped onto reality—and the world screamed.
[Party Chat Initiated — The Empress has joined the channel.]
Her voice entered their minds like a divine whisper distorted by static.
The Empress: "Good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"Arven (shouting through the chaos): "Bad news first!"The Empress: "I can't join the fight."Syrra (gasping): "What?! Why not?!"The Empress: "If I leave the Throne of Origin, he'll breach the foundations of reality. My throne isn't just a symbol—it's his prison."Nolien: "So we're on our own…?"The Empress: "Not exactly. Here's the good news: I'm sending help."Lorrick: "The Valkyries from Floating Castle?"The Empress: "No. Valkyries are too noisy."
The sky split open.
A colossal sword pierced through the clouds, streaking like a blue meteor and impaling the False God's left shoulder. The creature's agonized roar echoed to the edge of the heavens. Magic detonated, searing the air.
A swirl of blue mist coalesced into the shape of a woman. From within the vortex stepped a figure in a translucent battle dress, her golden hair flowing, her eyes endless.
She wasn't human.She was an illusion, given form.
Lady of the Lake: "A god from beyond this world…? Does it require elimination?"
Lorrick gaped, his bow nearly slipping from his hand."No way… The Empress sent her? The Lady of the Lake? The legendary NPC?"
Veyra (smirking): "One of the eight goddesses of Little Garden."
Meanwhile, at the Throne of Origin...
The Empress sat motionless, her hand raised into the air, continually directing the flow of the world. Around her, towering pillars of light pulsed gently—the world's system still running, still obeying.
At her side stood Aetheria, eyes fixed on the ever-shifting holographic map that hovered before the throne. It updated in real time, recording the unfolding battle across the dimensional plane.
Aetheria (calmly): "His will is overwhelming. If you abandon this post, he could tear the world apart from within…"She paused, her gaze narrowing."You… you're truly bizarre. Your logic defies structure. Your mind... it doesn't belong to any human framework. Just what are you?"
The Empress, She exhaled softly, eyes half-lidded, her tone serene."I'm just an old player. This character… has 1,080 intelligence points."
Aetheria fell silent.
The world began to shift.
And the NPCs who once served as goddess of Little Garden...were returning to inhabit it once more.
Joint Assault — Omega Formation
The world's magic began to rebel against the False God's presence. Little Garden recognized its heirs. The world answered their call.
The Lady of the Lake stepped forward. Beneath her, a lake materialized in mid-air, reflecting sky and soul alike. From the surface, she drew a weapon—not of metal, but of concept.
Gae Venari—the spear that hunted fate—shot through the air and pierced the False God's back, fracturing its body, unbalancing the symmetry of its wings.
Syrra floated beside her. [Halo Nova] glowed like a miniature sun, healing Lorrick and burning the surrounding air."This light belongs to us."
She fired Lumen Fang, a radiant arrow that deepened the wound left by Gae Venari, cutting into the enemy's flow of magic.
Arven charged. [Shock Trench] erupted from his shield. The earth beneath responded to his glyph, unleashing a shockwave. Space distorted. The False God lost its footing."Omega Formation! Syrra, right flank! Lorrick, cover from above!"
Lorrick didn't reply. He traced runes in the air—[Sigil Inversion]. A collapsed structure rose, flipped, and slammed down on the False God like a dimensional guillotine.
Veyra fired from the shadows, using [Silent Bloom]—a silent shot that pierced even the concept of the creature's existence.
Nolien sprinted across dimensional walls, exploiting the cracks in gravity. He slipped behind the enemy and drove both Twilight Kukri into exposed temporal nerves."Target coordinates locked."
Arven raised his shield. The runes ignited.[King's Call]—fully unleashed.A crown of light formed above all six. Their energies merged. They were no longer mere players. They were the executors of the world's will.
The False God roared. Its wings of light detonated, releasing shards of conceptual energy meant to erase the Lady of the Lake from existence.
But the goddess was ready.
She raised her hand. Caliburnus Magna—the true form of Excalibur—emerged in a vortex of water. Blue light cloaked the world. [Excalibur Aegis] formed, an absolute shield that reflected fragmented reality.
"This legacy is not yours."
Five more weapons appeared—Durendal, Joyeuse, Masamune, Tyrfing, and Gram—orbited her body before launching through the rifts marked by Nolien and primed by Lorrick's magic.
Then... the final strike began:
Arven: [Judgement Fall] — a gravity-infused blow that slowed enemy time.
Syrra: Lightlance Burst — a healer's wrath against abnormal flesh.
Veyra: [Shadow Orbit] — five bullets with no future.
Nolien: [Phase Collapse] — local void implosions in the nerves of reality.
Lorrick: [World Recompiler] — an inverted world tree rune that rewrote magic's structure.
The Lady of the Lake… stood still.Then swung Caliburnus Magna once.
The sky shattered. The world cracked open. Light surged.
The False God staggered. Its form trembled, like its very existence was collapsing from the roots.
And for the first time in this timeline... a god was killed.
Golden light flared from the heavens like the dawn of a new world.
Above, the massive silver ring turned slowly—then locked into place directly above the False God's broken form.
"Execute: God Particle Extraction."
The command came from a voice that could not be heard.
A beam of pure light engulfed the creature——and in the blink of an eye, the False God was consumed by Little Garden.
It did not burn.It did not disintegrate.It was digested.
Layer by layer, its body was absorbed—its soul, magical data, existential memory, even the fractured will that once rewound the world to suit its twisted purpose.All of it became fuel.Nutrients for a world reborn.
And for the first time ever… Little Garden began to grow naturally.
Throne of Origin
At the point where all things began—In the place without space, without time—Two figures stood facing each other.
The Empress, clad in a radiant Valkyrie Set, sat atop a glowing crystalline throne.
Before her stood Aetheria, appearing like a mirrored version of the Empress herself, her expression unable to hide the unease gripping her.
"The energy from the False God has been fully processed," Aetheria said quietly."Little Garden's World Core has integrated it completely."
The Empress stared at her, silver eyes unblinking.
"Then tell me… what are the consequences?"
Aetheria lowered her gaze.
"Little Garden is no longer neutral. It has shifted—from a world-ark designed to preserve, to a Predator World. A realm that grows by devouring fragments of other dimensions."
"The other realms will not allow it to evolve unchecked."
Her hands tightened around the folds of her white robe, trembling under the weight of a changing reality.
"They will come. From the ruins of the Miriad World. From the bastions of the Constellations. From dimensions beyond all human comprehension. To them, Little Garden will be seen as a threat to the multiversal cycle. This… could be the beginning of an inter-reality war."
Silence.
Then, The Empress rose from her throne.
Her eyes turned toward the Miriad Miniatur Garden suspended in the center of the formless chamber—Spinning slowly, glowing with unfamiliar patterns.The energy of the False God had altered it.New lands were forming. Islands now floated in its skies.And at its heart… the World Seed had begun to evolve.
"If they see us as predators… then we become predators."
Aetheria lifted her head. "What do you mean—"
The Empress's voice cut through the stillness like a blade:
"I didn't rebuild this world to be pitied.""I rebuilt it to survive.""To never bow again to the will of any god."
She raised her hand—and the Miriad Miniatur Garden pulsed with black-gold light.The first signal.
It had become a sentient entity.A world with instinct.And its instinct was no longer preservation…
…but conquest.