"Haaahuu…"

  A long, ethereal sigh rippled through the void—ancient, heavy, and resonant enough to make the stars tremble.

  "Ah… the joy of awakening in a new era is truly unparalleled," a vast, celestial consciousness stirred. Her gaze, old as the first light, pierced through the membranes of dimensions. "Where are you, my little ones? Let me see what you have become."

  She turned her attention first to the Emerald Heavens of the 4th Realm. Her heart warmed as she watched colossal jungles stretch toward a verdant sky. Humanoid Devas—beings of yellow, white, and crimson skin—soared between floating continental bastions. She watched with a mother’s pride as children juggled spheres of living flame and warriors traded blows of torrential rain.

  "My Devas," she whispered, her voice a warm breeze across their world. "Mother has returned."

  Her gaze ascended to the 5th Realm, where trees stood like mountain peaks. Here, the Avian Garudas—majestic wonders with wingspans of tempered steel—flew in disciplined formations. Their cries made the very fabric of space vibrate. She moved through the 6th Realm, a paradise where the Gandharvas and Apsaras sang melodies that forced exotic flowers to bloom in a heartbeat.

  Then, her gaze fell upon the 7th Realm: Solar system.

  The warmth in her consciousness flickered. She paused, puzzled by the sprawling, gray stone hives and the smog-choked horizons of the humans.

  "My human children… how small you have become! Have you been starving?"

  The Mother’s gaze flickered over them. "Wait, what is this? Profession… Class… Level… Rank? Interesting. Very interesting."

  She looked past the cities into the Wilds, where the cycle of slaughter continued. Predators and prey danced the dance of teeth and claw, while beneath the waves, whales and sharks prowled in mindless hunger.

  "Always consuming one another," the Mother noted, her voice growing full of sorrow. "Had you animals not defied the ancient balance, the Weight of the Karma Effect would never have crushed your intellect. You have become mere beasts. But do not worry... I am here now."

  She looked deeper, diving beneath the surface into the Underground Abyss of the Rakshasas. In caverns of cold, weeping stone, she found the hungry ones. These were humanoid beings with muscles like knotted cord and bloodshot eyes that pierced the absolute dark. They gnashed fangs as large as daggers, their obsidian horns scraping against the cave ceilings as they prowled for the scent of marrow.

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  "My Rakshasas... my poor, starving children," she sighed. "Soon, you shall feast on more than just shadows."

  Her gaze swept across the 12th and 13th Realms, the lands of the Datiyas, Danavas and Asuras. The Datiya stood as silver-skinned giants, twelve feet tall, their bodies carved from burnished copper. But it was the Asuras who truly made her smile. In palatial structures, the children of pure muscle engaged in combat that echoed like thunderclaps. The males, with bodies carved from solid rock, and the females, with predatory, vertical pupils, lived for the thrill of the kill.

  "Ah, my Asuras! Let us see how you fight when the enemy isn't your brother, but an invader."

  Finally, she reached the 14th Realm, the Kingdom of the Nagas. Across immense, toxic lakes, ten-foot-long serpentine kings raised divine, gem-embedded hoods. Sharp, spiny bones protruded from their spines like a crown of thorns. With a single hiss, they turned the atmosphere into poisonous fire that melted the stone around them.

  "My graceful Nagas… my beautiful, venomous darlings…”

  Suddenly, the Mother’s warmth vanished. Her laughter vibrated through the vacuum, cold and mocking.

  "You have such audacity! To crawl back here after being defeated twice before?"

  Her cosmic gaze narrowed, zooming out at an impossible speed.

  The sun appeared at the center, with eight planets obediently orbiting it. High above the solar system, a floating continent emerged, and then second, third …total six. As the view ascended further, these vast worlds seemed to shrink, layer by layer, stacking upon one another like a divine tower of continents.

  Below the sun, seven realms of absolute darkness revealed themselves—the Netherworld. Together, these fourteen worlds formed the architecture of this universe.

  From a distance, the entire universe looked like a glowing, fragile egg suspended in the void. And beyond it, scattered through the infinite emptiness, countless other 'eggs' could be seen—other universes, each pulsing with its own life and soul.

  Beyond the egg’s shell, three colossal portals tore through the vacuum. Mountain-sized titans and swift, jagged shadows emerged from the Eternal night, the Shattered sky, and the Searing Maw.

  "You have spoiled my mood," she hissed. "But it doesn't matter. My children need to grow powerful, and I shall use your dying universes as the fuel to make them strong! Send your weak ones first. They will be nothing more than stepping stones."

  She turned her gaze back to the 14 Worlds, her voice ringing out as a command that every soul could feel in their marrow.

  "Awake, my children! Your Mother has brought you a gift of war. Kill them. Consume them. Rise!"

  Across Earth, and all the realms, billions of blue screens ignited simultaneously.