Manifold

This diagram is a 2D slice of the 4D Manifold.

Time (5th dimension) is not included.

Manifold. Astral Realm.

An endless space of starry night sky. There are countless distant lights of various colors on the black background. The beautiful scenery makes everyone forget that this realm is a constant battlefield.

This realm can be called the Deities' Playground. Despite being peaceful to each other in the Meeting Hall, the twelve have their own factions. They don't openly fight each other, but they use their pawns from Astral Realm in skirmish, just like human play chess.

On the outside, they play it for fun. However, this kind of 'chess' is so popular between the deities because of Exp. Primal Deities can't grind Exp from each other because they are of the same race, no Exp for that. Further more, to prevent unforeseen circumstance, they don't allow mortal to break Lv99 limit, so they have no source of Exp. However, they still receive a share of Exp from their pawns in Astral Realm, thus the skirmish. With "Lv125 Limit" lifted, Astral Realm would soon become a bloodbath again...

Manifold. Material Realm. Mirage Lake Town.

In a shop that sells magical items, Vind is talking to the shopkeeper.

"You are unlucky, they left a while ago." The shopkeeper says as she gathers some red liquid from a red stone into a few bottles. The stone is like a doused sponge, when she squeezes on it, the liquid drip into the bottle below. After a bottle is full, she puts it on the counter then works on another empty bottle.

"Ah, it can't be helped then." Vind shrugs. "Do you know where they are heading?"

"The Capital. This year Origin Festival would be really big."

"The Northern Kingdom's Capital?"

"You are not from around here?" The shopkeeper idly asks. As this town is in the Northern Kingdom's territory, saying 'Capital' would obviously mean the kingdom's Capital.

"I'm an adventurer from the South." Vind is currently wearing a light weight suit, a sword by his hip. He looks no different from a veteran adventurer.

"I guess you came to visit the Origin Dragon in his temple?"

"You can say so."

"Then why are you buying so much Dragon Blood Ink?" The shopkeeper says after she place the tenth bottle on the counter. She stares at her customer like looking at a suspicious person.

Magical inks are used to draw runes on the ground or on a scroll. However Dragon Blood Ink isn't demanded by magic users. It raises the effect of the Magic on Dragons. However in this era where most of the dragons live rural area while sometime trading their own scale for other treasure (shiny!); no one wants to fight such powerful beasts for a few scales.

"You think I am planning something on the Origin Dragon?"

"You said it yourself." She says then shrugs. "But I don't believe someone like you can go pass his Level 60 Holy Knights."

"Yeah..." Vind forces a wry smile at the remark. In fact, he is just a [Lv25 Human].

After paying for the Ink with some dragon scale, Vind puts the bottles into his backpack and leaves the shop. As he walks pass the Armor shop, he unconsciously glances inside. The shopkeeper smiles at him while hanging a set of shining armor on a rack. Vind immediately averts his eyes and hasten his speed.

"I will get it back soon.. after this town becomes a ghost town..." Despite his aptitude in Holy, vengeful fire can be seen in his eyes.

Twelfth day of the Origin Month.

Manifold. Material Realm. Northern Kingdom's Capital - Aurora.

A group of soldier are standing in two lines beside the South Gate. They are, of course, waiting for Origo's group. They didn't wait here everyday, but they've been ready ever since their upper sent down the order: "The Origin Dragon will come for his Festival, escorted by the Level 60 Holy Knights of the Origin Temple. Spread the news and prepare for his arrival." The soldier understand they have to prepare, and they think they understood why they had to spread the news. However, it was the diplomatic minister's idea to force the Origin Temple to keep their promise.

Their scout just reported back the location and Estimate Arrival Time of Origo's group, he will come in a few hours. They have decorated the gate with numerous dragon-shaped puppets and welcome banners, and now they are standing solemnly in line, waiting for his arrival. Passage through the South Gate has been banned, but it doesn't stop a huge crowd forming outside and on the side of the main South road leading the south gate with the royal castle.

I am laying on my belly on the platform. The cage has been removed, so I can stretch my wings widely. Ah, so comfortable. But then they chain my hind wrist to the now-rectangle platform, and force me to lay down to hide it.

"Blasphemy!" I scream at them. It's not like I accept their religion; I just want to scream something without being talked back like when I'm arguing with Glutton.

"Aren't you a heretic?" The priest says with jest in his voice. This is so wrong on so many levels. I still lose the argument, and the wolf has a good laugh.

"Hey, will they let you into the city?" I turns my head to look at the floating wolf, ignoring the priest.

["I can shift into Ethereal Realm. No one can see me with naked eyes."]

"Shift... Wait, how do you even know that?"

["My new friend in that realm told me."]

"How does that even work? You have friend there before you know how to get there?"

["Dunno, I suddenly heard their voice a few days ago."]

"I believe Spirits exist in both Soul Realm and Ethereal Realm at the same time, unlike us physical beings exist simultaneously in Soul Realm and Material Realm." The high priest suddenly butts in.

"Who ask you?" I growl at him for no reason, then suddenly realize something. "So we are actually 4 Dimensions being. These deities are better than I thought."

"Four.. what?" The high priest is confused by my vocabulary again.

"Hey, if you look at a cube, can you see all sides at the same time?" I suddenly turn to ask him.

"Why are you asking?" He asks back with a frown. I could see his face because he is right in front of mine.

"I'm judging the Deities' power."

"Their Holinesses' powers are unimaginable! I believe each of them are Lv125."

"I'm not asking about that power. I meant Processing Power." Seeing the priest become even more confused, I sigh. "Forget it, just answer me."

"Normal people can't. But when you become stronger, you could 'see' around the cube without your eyes opened. However, all sides at the same time... I don't understand."

"2D Aura Vision, I get it. So this is their limit." I say and the priest gives up trying to understand.

I remember after I created Law of Time, I could 'look' at the whole future and past at the same time (6D+ Vision), but I only peeked at a moment in the future for fun. If I looked at the entire future, I wouldn't have fallen into this situation...

They created multiple planes on top of each other, then having its inhabitants living in different 3D planes at the same time. Their Powers are pretty decent, yet they couldn't create Perpetual Energy and forced me to be the Energy Source. It's like saying they could Walk but couldn't Stand...

Manifold. Soul Realm. On the "border" of Origin Realm.

An endless space of white. It looks empty, but it's actually filled with every single living beings' Souls in the World (Except Origo's). The souls are transparent to normal eyes, but those could see it would see different colored glows. Like a shadow of that being in other Realm, the Souls move around, phase through each other. Some appear from another, some merge with another.

Vitae's mind travels through Projection Plane then shifts into Soul Realm. In front of her is a black spherical Rift (Worm Hole) in the white space. The colorless Energy called Mana flows out from the Rift.

Vitae's transparent projection simply floats there, feasting on the Mana from her Creator. The progress is slow but steady and doesn't require any sacrifice. After knowing her creator's True Name, she became a calm and gentle deity who wanted no harm for other being; thus now she stays here instead of preparing an army in Astral Realm.

"Hmm, He doesn't seem to sleep much." She mumbles after peeking into Origin Realm through the Rift.

Despite the high amount of Mana around the Rift, its purpose wasn't for Mana to flow out; but rather for souls killed by Origo to come in...

Manifold. Origin Realm, aka Heaven.

An endless black space filled with Mana from Origo's "Soul". Nothing would happen here unless Origo goes to sleep, so move along~

Manifold. Ethereal Realm. Glutton's Domain - Penum.

The brown transparent wolf opens its eyes. It's laying on a throne-like bed made of foliage bigger than itself. It lifts its head and grins at its new subordinates / friends.

"I can see you just level up." In this realm, its voice travels normally, unlike in Material Realm where it talks directly into others' mind.

"All thanks to you." The [Lv41 Snake Spirit] bows to the [Lv7 Wolf Spirit].

The fat snake's middle is coiling around a floating purple ball emitting eerie light, along with his head lifted above and his tail behind, he looks more like a limbless fat tyrannosaur than a snake.

""All thanks to you"" Behind the snake, a group of three floating ladies in loose costume simultaneously bow. They are three [Lv 30 Nymphs], servants of the snake.

"You are too courteous." The wolf nods at the giant snake before it. The snake named Atrament was its first friend in Ethereal Realm, although it isn't sure if the snake fear its status as the Origin's Servant or just want to use it to gain Exp.

"I just caught some small Spirit for you." The nymph floats forward, in their hands were three small glows of earthen light. Above each glows were a [Lv1 Spirit].

Although the Spirit can't fight each other for Exp, they can actually absorb other Spirit to gain Exp. The [Lv1 Spirit]s who are so weak and couldn't absorb others are merely food in this realm.

"Spare me!" "Mercy!" "Sob" The glows give out some pitiful cries.

"Be honored!" Atrament hisses at the small spirits. "Although you lot couldn't directly become a part of His Holiness, being fuel for the Servant of His Holiness is far from what you could dream of!"

"Atrament..." Glutton lets out a sigh. "I told you my master doesn't like being worshiped."

"Ah, my bad." The snake bows again. Then with a head motion, he signal his servants.

The nymphs move the three glows close to Glutton's face. Its eyes flash with a glint of hunger, like a voracious predator looks down on its preys. The crying spirits fall silent for a moment, then continue their desperate cries as Glutton devours them. After its meal, the wolf glances at the snake, shudders slightly at the memory of a few days ago...