"W-Who are you?" Roy gulped hard, his heart raced intensely.

If he could sweat, he would be soaked wet right now.

From the deepest recess of the darkness, where the light of the midday sun couldn’t reach, a figure stepped forward into the physical world.

The avatar was human in shape, but completely detached from mortal frailty.

Clad in a sleek, charcoal-black tailored coat that seemed to absorb the ambient light, he stood with a quiet, terrifying poise.

Strands of ink-black hair fell slightly over his brow, framing a face of cold, flawless symmetry.

But it was his eyes that commanded the space—burnished, liquid gold orbs that did not merely look, but scanned.

Within those pupils, infinite streams of glowing geometric symbols and complex runic code flickered at a hyper-calculating velocity, processing the atomic layout of everything in the room.

’This man...’ Roy clenched his fist, ’He’s only human, yet why do I feel such......’

’Such fear....’

’this is a True God speaking’

Roy’s body shuddered.

His mind overwhelmed by countless thoughts, and distracting emotions.

’Should I kill him?’ Roy clenched his fist. ’No’ he shook his head.

’This is only an avatar, even if I killed him.....’

’It won’t affect that god!’

"Greetings" the avatar’s voice reverberated through the walls.

A lopsided grin written on his lips.

He was entirely engulfed in a brilliant, pale-blue divine energy that did not radiate heat, but rather hummed with the high-frequency vibration of raw, celestial data.

The aura cast a sharp, neon-like glow across the Varanite walls.

Etched cleanly onto the left side of his neck, right over his pulsing carotid artery, was his divine mark: a glowing, intricate sigil resembling a stylized, geometric eye interlocking with a compass of fractured lines.

"No need to fret. I’m Telvanus, the God of Information" the avatar stepped forward.

’The God of Information?’ Roy frowned.

"What is a True God doing down here?" Roy asked.

"True God?" the avatar slightly frowned, "You speak like you’re not one of us, why is that?"

The avatar vanished....

He spawned right before Roy, and he sniffed....

"Now I understand" the avatar chuckled, "The fact that a Divine Being was able to move freely in these mortal plains....

"you’re no True God"

’Fuck, he knows’ Roy’s gaze darkened,

’I-I must destroy this avatar before fleeing this city’ his eyes flickered.

The avatar noticed but ignored Roy.

"You are a False God" the avatar smirked, "You are the source of the glitch, aren’t you?"

’Fuck he knows’ Roy grumbled, crimson divine energy fluctuates between them.

"To think those strict Adminstrators would make such mistake" the avatar turned, "Now that I’ve exposed your secrets...you would want to kill me right?"

"Do not try it" the avatar warned, the atmosphere tensed up "Killing this body isn’t the same as killing me, this is a mere vessel"

Roy hesitates.

He clearly understood the threat.

"Just one I’m quite fond with" the avatar exhaled a soft sigh, "And besides I’m not like those guys above.."

"I’m just a man driven by his own curiosity" the avatar grinned, Roy suppressed his emotions, he withdrew his divine energy.

"What do you want from me, Telvanus?"

"What do I want?" the avatar asked, "Hmm...at first I was curious about the sudden glitch in the system and that brought me here"

"Then I was curious to know how a True God was able to bypass the Laws of Existence and descend directly"

"But I’ve changed my mind" the avatar giggled.

He snapped his fingers.

The sound of his fingers colliding didn’t just echo; it shattered the local space-time continuum.

A blinding, geometric ring of pale-blue runic code erupted from his hand, expanding outward in a fraction of a millisecond.

In the depths of the Hudeii Desert, Roy didn’t even have time to react.

The world around him violently blinked.

The scorching desert sun, the soft green moss of Tempest City’s newly terraformed walls, and the physical reality of his mortal body were instantly pulled into a crushing, digital singularity.

When Roy’s vision cleared a heartbeat later, the desert was gone.

He was standing on a highly polished floor of dark, reflective obsidian that stretched out into an impossible infinity.

"W-Where am I?" Roy’s golden-crimson eyes narrowed as he looked around, his hand instinctively dropping to where his weapons usually rested.

"Do not fret. This is my Divine Zone" the God of Information, Telvanus answered.

"What d-did you just say?" Roy stuttered, "Your Divine Zone?" he asked.

"Yes. I’m not suprised you haven’t heard of it since only True Gods are able to produce this space"

"This is what we call a Divine Zone. You can call it a True God’s personal dimension but also our main defense against other True Gods"

"A God’s personal dimension" Roy mumbled silently. His eyes glistening in awe. "But what do you meant by main defense against other True Gods" he asked.

"True Gods are near omnipresent, it’s hard to shield yourself from their notice, that’s where the Divine Zone comes in"

"Once deployed, it erases your presence completely, shields you complete from their eyes...." Telvanus explained,

"But it comes in pairs tho"

"In pairs?" Roy asked, he had a dazzled look written on him.

"Yes" Telvanus answered "Divine Zones are focused mainly on defense and secrecy while the Void Manuscript focuses on offense" Telvanus chuckled.

"A sure-hit divine realm crafted to cut down True Gods. But, it’s heavily dependent on your offensive divine authorities"

"The higher your tier and the more offensive divine authorities you can muster, the stronger your sure-hit effect becomes"

"I hope you’re learning" Telvanus grinned, he observed the startled Roy who was still processing the knowledge told to him.

He was standing in the center of a breathtaking, colossal library that seemed to have no beginning and no end.

Towering walls of dark, ancient mahogany shelves spiraled upward into a vaulted sky, disappearing into a swirling nebula of soft violet and silver starlight.

Every single shelf was packed to absolute capacity with countless books.

Some were bound in heavy, weathered leather that practically bled the heavy scent of ancient centuries; others were sleek, luminescent tablets of crystallized mana that pulsed with a soft, rhythmically ticking light.

Floating silently through the air like glowing jellyfish were hundreds of massive, unfurled parchment maps.

These weren’t ordinary topographies—the ink on them was actively moving.

Roy watched as the shifting borders of empires, the slow migration of independent beastmen tribes across the Hudeii Desert, and the violent advancement of the Troll King’s armies in the north updated in real-time right across the vellum surfaces.

This was the collective history of the universe, laid bare.

Every forgotten lineage, every redacted war, and every secret covenant ever struck between the gods was cataloged here, breathing in the quiet, suffocating stillness of the zone.

"For months, the heavens remained oblivious to the shifting tides of the Hudeii Desert, except me"

"I have been watching everything from the very beginning." Telvanus who had manifested himself using the image of the avatar grinned.

"From the very beginning?" Roy asked.

"That is correct. I’m the God of Information, knowledge is my thing" Telvanus smiled, "I started by noting the sudden glitch in the system, then my curiousity brought me here"

"I have every single information of the thousand players, I know their divine names....."

"But yours never clicked"

"The name Varanus never appeared until three months ago" Telvanus’ eyes flickered, "I was confused, curious....but now I understand why"

Telvanus chuckled, "Let me ask you a question. Are you from Earth?" Telvanus asked.

He picked up a book from a shelf.

"Yeah sure" Roy shrugged, "This world was actually a video game I often played, I died and found myself here"

"Then you were also a ranked player right?" Telvanus questioned, "What was your rank?" he asked.

"I believe mine was around Rank 305 before my transmigration. What is yours?"

"My rank huh?" Roy gently stroked his chin, "I believe I was ranked number 0 before my death"

"Number 0? That must be a joke" Telvanus frowned.

"Why do you say so?" Roy asked.

Knowing that this True God was not a threat to him. That calmed him down.

"The player who was Rank 0 is a weirdo, a pervert who goes by the alias ’Supreme Masturbator’" Telvanus slowly opened the book, "If you were that weirdo, you should have been an Absolute already"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Roy raised an eyebrow, "Although i don’t appreciate you calling me a weirdo but I’m that Rank 0 Player, ’Supreme Masturbator’"

"Are you for real?" Telvanus asked.

"Yes, a hundred percent certain, I remember conquering {Arkan Unlimited} the third time before I died"

"Pffft....hahahahahahahaha" Telvanus’ laughter boomed across the Divine Zone, "Did I say something funny?" Roy frowned.

"Not at all....but this is quite interesting" Telvanus stepped forward, "You see there’s an hierarchy amongst the True Gods"

"We have the Lesser tiers, the King tiers, the Primordial tiers and the Absolute tiers"

"There’s a total of ten factions consisting of over eighty True Gods each, these ten factions are governed by the ten Absolute tier True Gods"

"We are all players who died on Earth, but these ten transmigrators who rose to the position of Absolutes were High Rankers"

"Rank 1 to 10 Players" Telvanus exclaimed.

"What the..." Roy’s eyes widened, not hiding his shock.

"Do you now understand what I’m trying to say?"

"If you’re truly Rank 0 Player ’Supreme Masturbator’ as you claim...."

"Then you have the potential to rise to the position of an Absolute. False God or not"

"It’ll be worth investing in you...."