​"Hahaha!! Die!" The words were a grating, confident snarl as Bash, a blur of scarred muscle and wicked steel, arrived in front of Nick. The man's arrogance was a physical thing, a crushing wave that Nick knew he couldn't survive.

​Clang!

​Nick braced, the sound of Bash's swords cutting the air, a horrifying prelude to his death. But the impact never came. Instead, the very world revolted.

​BAM!!!!!

​A slab of earth, black and heavy, shot forward with the speed of a cannonball, striking Bash mid-swing. The sound of the collision was wet and concussive, the air whistling out of Bash's lungs as the unexpected force slammed into him. He was launched backward, a clumsy, broken doll, his four swords skittering across the dry ground with a desolate clang.

​"...What in the—?"

​Nick blinked, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He turned, his gaze snapping over his shoulder. Two figures solidified out of shimmering air: Sunny, his presence unnervingly calm, and his elder sister, Ash, her face a mask of shock.

​"Sister!" Nick's relief was immediate, but it was eclipsed by a paralyzing awe when he looked at Sunny.

'That power…'

​Ash didn't acknowledge her brother, her eyes fixed on the heaving, unsettled ground.

​"I will be back—" She said.

​"--No need." Sunny's voice was low, final, like the closing of a tomb. He raised a hand, and the simple motion seemed to still the chaotic energy around them. Then, he snapped his fingers.

​BOOOOOOOM!!

​The earth didn't just move; it swallowed. The hundreds of worm warriors—Bash's elite—were caught in a silent, monstrous embrace as the ground folded in on itself. A subterranean crunch was all that was left of them.

​Nick stumbled backward, the sheer, indifferent scale of the power making his knees weak. His sister, a powerful Queen in her own right, had merely controlled the environment. Sunny had commanded it. He didn't just defeat an army; he erased them, a casual brushstroke against the canvas of war.

​Bash managed to stagger upright, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his chest visibly bruised beneath his armor.

"Who the hell are you?!" he hissed, his fear finally outweighing his rage. He stared at Sunny, not as an opponent, but as a god stepped off a fresco.

​"Who I am?"

​Sunny took one deliberate step. One moment he was ten feet away; the next, he stood directly before Bash. The speed was beyond comprehension—it felt like the space between them had simply been deleted.

​"Such speed?!" Bash's horror was complete, his battle instincts screaming a frantic, useless warning. Before he could even twitch, a cold, invisible pressure settled on him, locking every muscle, every nerve. He was a statue carved from terror.

​"Please!! You?! Who are you?!!" Bash yelled, a final, desperate plea for understanding.

​Sunny didn't answer with words. He simply gazed at the warm, arterial blood beginning to well up in Bash's nostrils:

"I don't have time to chat with you," he murmured, his eyes empty of malice, yet terrifyingly detached. With a tiny, internal push of his will, he manipulated the flow within the worm-man. He didn't attack the body; he attacked the circulation itself.

​"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

​Bash's scream was short, sharp, and cut off. It wasn't a death cry; it was the sound of a living thing being instantly unmade. He didn't fall; he shattered into a fine mist of blood, leaving not even a shadow or a splinter of bone on the dirt.

​"Oh my god," Nick whispered, clutching his chest. He spun to his sister, his voice laced with genuine terror. "Sister, please tell me he isn't our enemy."

​Ash didn't flinch, her gaze steady where Bash had just been, contemplating the profound ease of his destruction:

"If he were," she said, her voice strained, "do you think either of us would still be standing?" She took a step closer to Sunny, her Queenly posture reclaiming itself, though her hands were clasped tightly behind her back.

​"God Wolf, or Sunny," she began:

"The worm tribe is now decapitated. I can eliminate them and secure my people's safety alone." She paused, her eyes searching his. The next words were the hardest she'd ever spoken:

"But the debt for saving my brother's life is one that only I, can pay."

​She snapped her fingers. A small, brilliant blue glow coalesced between her and Sunny—a vibrant, pulsating seedling.

​"Sister? What are you doing?" Nick frowned, recognizing the sacred light of their people's most treasured possession.

​Sunny turned, his attention finally moving from the lingering scent of pulverized blood to the plant. He didn't hide his interest.

{Blue sky Primordial Tree: Can instantly unlock the dimension of earth. And can help master create anything from earth itself.}

He felt a distant spark of understanding. Elemental Prism had mentioned the world of light; this was the dimension of earth.

'Can I truly gain command over an entire elemental plane? Can creatures thrive there?' He thought.

​"For helping me, and for choosing not to destroy my people and me, along with Bash," Ash said, her voice firm, embodying the thousands of lives she led:

"Please take this. It is our tribe's greatest artifact."

​"You sure about this?" Sunny asked, a slight frown creasing his brow.

​"Yes," Ash insisted, her eyes holding his. It wasn't a gift; it was an act of appeasement and an alliance forged in overwhelming power.

"As the Queen of the Tree Tribe, I am giving it to you. Please take it."

​Sunny studied her, seeing the burden of responsibility in her gaze, not just fear. He nodded slowly, accepting the seedling.

​He looked at Ash, then offered a curt nod to a wide-eyed Nick.

"For this," he said, his voice carrying the weight of a powerful promise:

"I will ensure your tribe is the only one left in this region."

​"You mean...?" Ash's breath hitched.

​"Yes. I will be visiting the Abyss Dragon Tribe, and I will also past through the Worm Tribe. You don't have to trouble yourself with war. Just rest well, Ash, and thank you."

​He vanished from sight as casually as he had arrived, leaving the stunned siblings in the empty desert air.

​"Who the hell is that?" Nick asked, finally able to exhale, still grappling with the sheer finality of the man's power.

​Ash watched the spot where he had been, a slow, profound reverence filling her eyes.

"A god," she answered.

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​[Dimension of Earth]

​Sunny reappeared in a vast, open landscape of fine, tawny sand—a complete, scorching desert.

​"Only a thousand square meters?" he muttered, disappointment touching his tone. He'd expected an entire world, not a sandbox. He crouched, sifting the hot sand through his fingers.

"It seems the stronger I get, the more this dimension grows, right?"

​{Correct Master.}

​"What's the immediate advantage of gaining this dimension?" he asked, observing the air. "The sand feels real, and there's stable oxygen for any creature to live and reproduce."

​{Master gained + 1,000,000 in all stats. Earth attack damage and defence increases by 100%.}

​"A decent boost, if not spectacular." He stood, dismissing the sand. He brought out the Blue Sky Primordial Tree seedling and gently pressed it into the barren ground.

​WHOOSH!!

​Green, vibrant light burst out, a shockwave of elemental life. The seedling rocketed upward, spiraling into a colossal tree whose broad, ancient leaves immediately blocked the harsh desert sun, casting a perfect, cool circle of shade, standing still in the desert.

​{Primordial Tree have been created and linked with master.}

{Advantage unlocked: Any damage Master sustain will be transferred to anything created.}

{Current creation: Mercenaries.}

​"Invincibility," he whispered, a slow smile spreading across his face. "As long as I can create life, I can't be truly wounded." The implications were staggering.

​He approached the trunk, placing a hand on the rough bark. "So, I can create anything with you..." He turned his head, looking at the boundless supply of raw material around him.

​"Alright. Let's test the limits of this power."

​With a thought—a focus of will rooted in the Primordial Tree—the surrounding sand stirred. It rose, cohered, and began to take a defined shape. It continued to grow, hardening and darkening until an eight-foot armored knight stood before him, a long, heavy sword strapped to its waist. The figure was perfect, solid, its eyes closed, radiating the quiet, formidable aura of a peak God Rank warrior.

​"This is all thanks to the Elemental God Bloodline," he mused, impressed by the raw power he now wielded.

"This God rank Bloodline is now directly competing with my ancient ones."

​{Note: With the dimension's current stage, Master can only create a hundred units.}

​"A hundred peak God Rank warriors," Sunny corrected, a grim, satisfied glint in his eye.

"That is more than enough to change the face of any world." He extended his hand, the heat of the desert forgotten.

​"Rise!!" he commanded, and the knight's sandy eyes snapped open, awaiting its master's will.

​BOOOOOOOM!!!

​A hundred shapes began to emerge from the sand, an army born not of flesh, but of his will—a hundred loyal, unfeeling soldiers for the God of Earth.

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