Chapter 108: Securing a High Rank Deity

Red leaned closer to his microphone, letting his unblinking gaze fixate on the glowing projections. He needed them to understand the sheer, terrifying scale of the industrial meat-grinder waiting for them.

“You look at a Rank Seven marker and assume you are invading a primitive, uncivilized, undefended expanse,” Red continued, his tone dropping to a low, predatory register. “You fail to comprehend that the entire eastern hemisphere has been fundamentally optimized to break things down. Bring your heavy cavalry, your millions of refugees, and your ancient divine cores. I will efficiently feed them all into the grid. The Glitch offers a quick, painless deletion. Submitting yourselves to my processing cycle will be significantly less merciful.”

Red let the sheer, soulless horror of the threat hang in the digital air, ensuring they understood they were walking into an absolute slaughterhouse without giving away a single detail of how it actually operated.

“The Mycelium Queen forwarded this invitation because she already knows the hierarchy of the east,” Red stated, his voice absolute. “The Void-Eater will simply unwrite your code. It is painless. I am not. I dare you to cross my border.”

Red slammed his hand onto the execution key, forcefully severing his connection to the summit before a single deity could formulate a response.

The virtual amphitheater dissolved into the familiar, comforting darkness of the command center. Red exhaled a long breath and immediately dragged the tactical map back to the center of his primary monitor. Bluffing a room full of God-Tier entities required absolute confidence.

“And backing up that psychological warfare requires a literal ocean.”

He zoomed in on the massive terraforming project carving its way through the physical realm below. Elian’s human laborers drove their reinforced plows southward from the coastline. Krug’s monstrous forces tore through the mud from the Onyx Hall. The two massive excavation lines were separated by a microscopic sliver of digital bedrock.

The progress bar hovered at ninety-eight percent. The continental trench was moments away from completion. Once the final wall of dirt collapsed, the northern sea would violently flood the boundary, creating an impassable geographical moat to lock down his physical borders before a single warlord could muster a scouting party.

“Even if a continental war starts, it will take a few weeks. They will first fight among themselves and thin out. Let them burn their forces, resources, and DP. I have done nothing but save for the past few months. I am more than ready for a war!”

A sharp, melodic chime suddenly echoed through the silent command center.

A small, highly encrypted window bloomed in the corner of his secondary screen. The system had isolated a direct, private transmission bypassing the public Conclave channels.

Red tapped the console to decrypt the data packet.

[ INCOMING TRANSMISSION: THE BRASS CONSTRUCT (RANK 11) ]

[ ENCRYPTION STATUS: MAXIMUM ]

Red recognized the sender as the multi-armed mechanical avatar from the summit. The entity had been one of the loudest voices advocating for a forced mass migration into the East.

The text block unspooled across the dark screen.

“The anomaly is actively devouring my western foundries. Your logistical assessment was mathematically sound. I have calculated the survival probability of a forced invasion against a closed-loop industrial grid and found it entirely lacking. I am offering an unconditional, secret surrender. Grant my core and my primary engineers safe passage across your border. In exchange, I will surrender my entire catalog of mechanized blueprints and willingly submit to your processing cycle as a vassal.”

Red leaned back on his throne. A slow, cold smile spread across his face. The absolute terror of the unknown had worked flawlessly. One of the highest-ranking warlords on the continental server had completely abandoned the continental alliance to beg for a spot on Red’s assembly line.

He stared at the encrypted text block pulsing on his secondary monitor. The Rank 11 warlord was thoroughly terrified, willingly offering up his entire civilization just to escape the encroaching Glitch.

Red pulled up a blank System contract template and began drafting the terms of surrender. He stripped out the standard diplomatic clauses, replacing them with absolute, uncompromising mandates.

The first clause demanded the immediate, unrestricted transfer of the Brass Construct’s entire mechanical blueprint library directly into Red’s archive. The second clause dictated the physical relocation of the surviving engineers. They would arrive at the eastern border completely disarmed, where Krug’s forces would process them directly into the star-iron foundries as permanent manual laborers.

Red then typed out the final, ironclad security measure. He tied the contract directly to the System’s execution engine. Any act of espionage, physical hostility, covert sabotage, or simple disobedience directed at the Red Spiral would trigger an immediate, irreversible shattering of the Construct’s Divine Core. Betrayal carried an automatic death penalty enforced by the game engine itself.

He finalized the document and hit send.

The loading icon spun for less than three seconds. The desperate mechanical god signed the brutal agreement instantly.

A cascade of heavy, gold-trimmed notifications flooded Red’s primary monitor, illuminating his face in the dark command center.

[ EXCLUSIVE VASSALAGE SECURED: THE BRASS CONSTRUCT (RANK 11) ]

[ MASS DATA TRANSFER INITIATED: 412 MECHANIZED BLUEPRINTS ACQUIRED ]

[ SYSTEM MILESTONE REACHED: SUBJUGATION OF A HIGH-TIER ENTITY ]

Red watched the massive data packets pour into his inventory. He had just acquired centuries of advanced mechanical engineering without sacrificing a single troop. As the data transfer finalized, a completely new, unfamiliar icon began pulsing heavily at the very top of his interface.

Red clicked the glowing icon.

[ SYSTEM FEATURE UNLOCKED: PROPHECY ]

The screen populated with a complex digital ledger filled with probability matrices, global odds, and staggering pools of Divine Points. Red scanned the interface, quickly understanding the underlying mechanics.

The System recognized a ’Prophecy’ as a formal, binding wager placed between deities.

Gods could publicly bet astronomical amounts of DP, blueprints, or even entire territories on specific future events. The board was already flooded with high-stakes wagers regarding the Void-Eater’s expansion rate, the survival of specific hex-zones, and the outcomes of upcoming territorial wars.

A cold smile spread across Red’s face. The arrogant warlords from the summit were undoubtedly pooling their wealth right now, actively betting heavily on his absolute destruction in the coming weeks. They were treating his impending slaughter as a spectator sport to distract themselves from the apocalypse.

“Do they not fear the unknown?” Red asked in the void. “Or fear me? Are they so confident of themselves, or are they simply too arrogant to learn that their end is nearer than they expect?”

The eastern hemisphere was a perfect playground for Red. He had laid too many traps and tactics, so that anyone crossing his territory without his permission would surely perish.

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