"I can't let them expand, or the entire universe is finished."
Acting decisively, Seraphine immediately directed her Authority of Change toward the rapidly collapsing void and the Singularity-likes within it, which threatened to detonate at any moment.
"Erase it all!"
SWOOSH!!!
Silently, the nothingness, now shrunk to the size of the Milky Way, and the Singularity-likes within it vanished without a trace.
Also gone was the massive stretch of cosmic void, once capable of holding tens of thousands of Milky Ways. Though seemingly empty, that space had contained a high density of energy.
The result: two regions of 3D space-time, previously millions of light-years apart, were suddenly pulled together and joined.
The consequences of failure would have been catastrophic. Had Seraphine reacted a fraction of a second later, allowing those Singularity-likes to expand, it would have triggered multiple simultaneous Big Bangs.
While Seraphine was confident she could protect herself, likely just being blasted trillions of light-years away by the cosmic inflation, this universe would have been doomed. Every bit of space-time, matter, energy, information, and law would have been reset. Every Gravitational Primeval River, every trillion-galaxy cluster, and every intelligent civilization would have met their end.
"This Authority of Change is seriously dangerous," Seraphine mused. "One slip-up and the whole universe collapses. Then again, it basically means I have a 'Universe Reset' ultimate move."
"What's the next experiment?"
She suddenly focused the Authority of Change on herself. "If I erase ten thousand years of my own time... will my attributes instantly skyrocket?"
After a moment's hesitation, Seraphine decided against it. The process of erasing time was too unpredictable. Until she understood it fully, she wouldn't use herself as a test subject.
"In that case, let's just..."
Seraphine's Eye of Transcendence flickered as she peered across countless space-time layers, focusing on her clone, the God of Wrath and Hatred.
"I'll use the clone for the experiment."
At that very moment, across an infinite distance within the vast, dilapidated, and desolate Heaven, a gray mist giant, who had been wantonly capturing and devouring grotesque angels like a wolf among lambs, suddenly stopped. His body abruptly collapsed and shrank.
WHOOSH!!!
Accompanied by the shrieking wail of ghostly winds and bitter mists, the gray giant, once the size of a star, twisted and condensed into a human-sized, blood-red silhouette.
"Hmm..."
Seraphine (Clone) gazed across the boundless, cold, and bleak expanse of the Ancient Heaven, musing in contemplation. "The Authority of Change is a bit too risky to test on the true body. If something fatal happened, it would be a major problem. Testing it on a clone is much safer."
Unlike ordinary cloning techniques, [Candlelight in the Mirror] operated on a transcendental principle that allowed for a 100% latency-free connection of thoughts, perceptions, perspectives, and memories. It was a perfect, multi-channel synchronization. Thus, Seraphine (Clone) harbored no negative feelings or thoughts about being used as a test subject.
The true body and all clones, including the one within the Brilliant Games, were essentially the same mind, the same person. The concept of resentment simply didn't exist. Every clone was Seraphine, and Seraphine was every clone.
With the decision made, Seraphine (Clone) glanced at the millions of grotesque angels drifting in the distance and took a sharp breath.
HISS!!!
Suddenly, tens of thousands of angels within a trillion-mile radius were jerked toward Seraphine as if caught by invisible hooks.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Under the overwhelming suction, these bizarre angels, some as massive as mountain ranges, others the size of skyscrapers, streaked through the thin atmosphere like meteors of all sizes, crashing toward Seraphine.
But a fraction of a second before impact, the suction cut out.
HUM!!!
The angels ground to a halt, hovering around Seraphine.
"Condense!"
At her cold command, the tens of thousands of angels collided and fused, wrapping around each other to form a lunar-sized sphere of flesh, a chaotic mass covered in millions of dull pupils and thousands of wings in shades of gray, white, blue, and black.
Then, Seraphine summoned the Authority of Change from her true body, bridging countless space-time layers to envelope the massive angelic sphere that spanned thousands of kilometers.
"Begin... infinite proliferation."
HUM!!!
The colossal meatball, composed of tens of thousands of False God and Shining Sun-rank angels, mushroomed as its mass instantly exploded.
RUMBLE!!!
The vast earth shook; violent winds howled through the heavens. Within mere seconds, the angelic sphere surged from the volume of the moon to that of the Earth.
At that moment, Seraphine unhinged her jaw, her maw expanding to span tens of thousands of miles in a single second. She bit down on the rapidly growing sphere, commencing an infinite feast of angels.
GULP! GULP! GULP!
With every bite, she swallowed tens of thousands of Shining Sun and False God-rank angels, a consumption rate that roughly matched the sphere's proliferation speed. Through this reckless devouring, she absorbed energy equivalent to nearly half an Ancient Myth-rank Realm of Phantasm being every second.
While this energy couldn't be entirely converted into pure Wrath and Hatred, requiring a process of refinement, purification, and solidification, Seraphine's overall power still skyrocketed like a launched rocket.
Yet, even this felt too slow.
Focusing her will, she invoked the Authority of Change over a ten-thousand-mile radius.
"Erase time... one year."
HUM!!!
In an instant, Seraphine felt as though she had traversed a full year, though it felt both real and illusory.
Why illusory? Because while the clone had experienced a year that "didn't exist," the true body's perspective remained within the normal flow of time.
Two distinct temporal flows, two clashing perspectives.
This jarring disconnect between sensory perception and the sudden break in perspective made it impossible for the clone to fully accept that whole year as reality.
But that didn't matter. What truly counted was that during this entire year, Seraphine had spent every single second devouring angels. By a rough estimate, she had consumed hundreds of billions of them.
An astronomical number of angels like that could never be "harvested" even if one completely drained the abandoned Heaven. Only a "bug-level" ability like the Authority of Change could produce such a scenario.
Thus, the pure power of wrath and hatred converted from that massive feast, after refined through complex processes, skyrocketed by a trillion-fold. Her life essence instantly surged, finally breaking her through into the Eternal Myth realm.
In the physical universe, such a realm was nearly equivalent to a Peak Sage capable of annihilating the Milky Way at full power.
BOOM!!!
Suddenly, the abandoned Heaven, spanning ten quintillion kilometers, shuddered violently as if it would collapse into nothingness at any moment.
Angels drifting in every corner of Heaven looked up in a daze toward the source of the vibration, a primal, intense fear rising within their hollow consciousness.
At the epicenter of this cataclysm, Seraphine, who had been roughly two meters tall, instantly ballooned to a height of millions of meters, standing three to four hundred times taller than Mount Everest.
"Not enough, this is nowhere near enough."
Seraphine abruptly raised her mountain-sized head. From her eyes, two crimson pillars of blood-light, trillions of miles long, shot out like twin lasers. They swept through the infinite sky across quadrillions of miles, vaporizing every floating architectural complex in their path.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!
Countless tons of debris and lava rained down like a meteor shower, smashing into the ground and carving out molten craters ranging from the size of water vats to massive mountain valleys.
For most beings in the Realm of Phantasm, perhaps the Eternal Myth was the pinnacle, the end of evolution, beyond which lay only the unknown.
But Seraphine knew this was impossible. How could a place as vast as the Realm of Phantasm have its evolutionary ceiling at the Eternal Myth rank? It was completely illogical.
She even suspected that Yahweh, who had vanished for countless eons, abandoned the Ancient Heaven solely to seek a higher path of evolution.
Yes, and then there were the mysterious Black Mage and the missing Ansel, both likely harbored secrets tied to what lay beyond the Primordial.
Moreover, the "Bodhisattva of Radiance" technique she had created was still far from being perfected.
"Hmm... I'll push the Bodhisattva of Radiance to its peak first."
Decision made, the Authority of Change activated under Seraphine's will, instantly blanketing a trillion-mile radius.
"Erase time... one hundred thousand years."
HUM!!!
In a heartbeat, she experienced a full hundred thousand years. She had devoured tens of quintillions of angels, refining a concentrated power of wrath and hatred equivalent to the total strength of tens of millions of Eternal Myths. Having perfectly absorbed and integrated this power, Seraphine's colossal form suddenly erupted.
BOOM!!!!!
At that moment, Judgment Day arrived for Yahweh's kingdom.
First to go was the angelic meatball, gnawed by sorrow for a hundred thousand years. Next was the vast, abandoned Heaven beneath her feet, ten quintillion kilometers of territory. The countless billions of buildings and infinite angels followed.
All of it was shattered and vaporized by the gargantuan explosion, turning into millions of radiant torrents filled with ancient information and mystical energy, which Seraphine swallowed whole during her state of extreme mutation.
Strangely, these mysterious flows acted like a catalyst, pushing her already violent metamorphosis into an even higher state of intensity.
HUM! HUM! HUM! HUM!!!
Within the void of the Realm of Phantasm, now blasted into absolute nothingness, Seraphine, wrapped in layer upon layer of hazy gray light, began her profound and divine metamorphosis.
Ten minutes later, the layers of gray light dissipated, revealing a bizarre divine figure nearly ten quintillion kilometers tall, an entity whose scale rivaled that of the entire abandoned Heaven, suspended within the Realm of Phantasm.
This terrifyingly massive divine figure was the God of Wrath and Hatred, Seraphine (Clone), having traversed a chain of metamorphoses to reach a point on the evolutionary path far beyond the Eternal Myth.
At this moment, she sat cross-legged within the boundless void, manifesting a form with eleven faces and forty-four arms.
Starting from the hazy, chaotic face directly in front of her head and circling from left to right, the faces were: Rage, Resentment, Envy, Anxiety, Sorrow, Loneliness, Depression, Cowardice, Misery, and Pain.
Between the faces of Rage and Pain sat the central, chaotic face. Although its features were obscured, it projected a bizarre aura: arrogant yet fierce, icy yet ruthless, divine yet indifferent, and benevolent yet sinister.
All eleven faces bore the pale blue hue of a stillborn child, covered in dense, pitch-black ghostly runes. Each face possessed four irregularly arranged eyes of varying sizes, filled with bloodshot sclerae. At their center sat three irregular, jet-black pupils that looked like bottomless abysses.
Corresponding to each face, her upper body sprouted four long, thin, pitch-black arms, limbs resembling charred locust branches. In the palms of these forty-four hands, she held forty-four distinct weapons and items.
These included: a hundred-hole stone drum, a black alms bowl, rusted cymbals, a seven-hole mask, a blood-turbid orb, a spiked mace, a tendon-skin banner, a bone-handled fan, a beast-swallowing mirror, a blood-mist censer, a snake-patterned golden staff, a bone revolver, a thousand-eye umbrella, a long-necked vase, a radiant silver longbow, a jade-handled battle-axe, a flaming sword, a jade bead string, a patterned bronze bell, a three-headed vajra, an ancient scripture, a withered willow branch, a black lotus, a gold-wrapped banner, a blood-soaked whip, a rusted iron hammer, a human-faced bronze chime, a silk ruler, a corpse-binding rope, a dragon-head falchion, a secret seal, an iron command token, a ghost-runed woodblock, a broken iron-wood baton, a golden bone flag, a spiral conch, a jewel-encrusted ring, a stone-iron pagoda, a broken lute, a bronze tripod, a dead-black wooden box, an ancient gravestone, a shark-tooth iron arrow, and a colored glass lamp.
The instant Seraphine materialized, the dark void across a hundred million light-years roared with boundless oceans of ten distinct wrathful and hateful emotions.
Within this pitch-black sea of fury, infinite septillions of voices erupted, men, women, children, hags, brutes, and old men, laughing, cursing, chewing, sharpening blades, wailing, and swallowing. These bizarre, blood-curdling sounds made one wish to gouge out their own ears.
Accompanying these malicious ghost-sounds, infinite septillions of bloody eyes flashed erratically throughout the hundred-million-light-year expanse. They peered in every direction with gazes that were variously sly and mocking, gloomy and cruel, arrogant and vicious, bone-chillingly cold, ravenously hungry, or bloodthirsty and murderous.
"Hmm..."
Seraphine slowly opened her forty-four bizarre eyes, gazing at her surroundings. She sighed faintly, "To think this major breakthrough pushed the clone's combat power almost to the level of a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son. Hahaha, what a stroke of luck."
Having "experienced" a hundred thousand years of devouring tens of quadrillions of False God and Shining Sun-rank angels...
And having consumed the entirety of the Ancient Heaven, triggering a series of profound metamorphoses...
Seraphine (Clone) had finally cultivated the "Bodhisattva of Radiance" to absolute perfection, becoming the true Karmic Hindrance of All Beings.
The so-called "Karmic Hindrance of All Beings" was the name of her current realm, the title of her innate abilities, and the very manifestation of her eleven-faced, forty-four-armed form.
Within the hundred-million-light-year radius covered by the Karmic Hindrance, every sentient being, even Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Sons, Perfected Ungrateful Sons, or entities of even higher magnitudes, would find their minds relentlessly flooded with ten negative emotions: rage, resentment, envy, anxiety, sorrow, loneliness, depression, cowardice, misery, and pain. These emotions would continuously disrupt, collapse, and annihilate their cognition and wisdom.
Furthermore, no matter how hard a sentient being tried to suppress their surging thoughts, if even one of these ten emotions flickered in their mind for a fraction of a second, Seraphine (Clone) would instantly and automatically capture it. Using this "momentary wrath" as a key, she could effortlessly pry open the doors of their mind, achieving total mental invasion from a single point of vulnerability.
Once the invasion begins, that flicker of momentary wrath, supported by the power of the Karmic Hindrance, mutates and twists all other positive emotions like cancer cells, converting them into negative energy for her to absorb.
This allows the tiny spark of rage to rapidly grow into one or even several "Wrath and Hatred Inner Demons." These entities possess no energy, matter, or information attributes; they are phantom-like phenomena, as ephemeral and indestructible as a physical law.
The Inner Demons birthed from the perfected "Bodhisattva of Radiance" are utterly terrifying. Over time, they erode and pollute the victim's body and soul without interruption, much like cosmic entropy. They then relentlessly plunder the victim's memories and power, transmitting them through a profound, transcendental mechanism back to Seraphine (Clone), serving as nourishment for her growth or as materials for her amusement.
Generally, the weak are drained quickly, while the strong are drained slowly, but eventually, everyone is bled dry.
Once a victim is completely hollowed out, their fate is one of three: a tragic disintegration into nothingness, the dubious luck of becoming Seraphine's plaything, or the "fortunate" destiny of serving as a vessel for her space-time manifestation. There are no other options.
Ultimately, facing the horrific power of the Karmic Hindrance of All Beings, even a ten-lifetime saint with a peaceful mind, or a master of spiritual arts with perfect self-control, or even inanimate objects like withered wood and cold stone that possess no feelings... all of them are useless. Not a single thing can survive.
Unless one truly and completely discards all mortal mindsets, such as weakness, fear, regret, negativity, naivety, depression, hope, and escapism, and forges a mad obsession that transcends and yet encompasses both logic and emotion, a will that never regrets even in death... Unless one masters that supreme state of mind, equivalent to the 4th stage of Dawn, which is utterly pure and transcends the mundane...
Then all spiritual practitioners with shallow minds and ordinary Spirituality, regardless of their sheer power, are merely "power-banks" for Seraphine (Clone) to loot at will.
To put it more bluntly in Seraphine's words:
"What year is it? Why are people still doing traditional cultivation when you can just loot everything for free? Any lifeform with Spirituality of lower quality than high-grade semi-materialized, no matter how hard they train, is essentially training for me."
So, what differentiates high-quality Spirituality from low-quality?
Simply put, from Seraphine's perspective, her own semi-materialized Spirituality when she was at the 4th stage of Dawn is the absolute gold standard of high quality.
As for Holy Emperor Augustus, who was born with immense power and spirit, ascended to a Three-Dimensional Ungrateful Son, and maintained stability for hundreds of millions of years, his Spirituality barely qualifies as mediocre quality.
The beings of the God of Hunger race, who passively birthed semi-materialized Spirituality through quadrillions of years of solitude and despair, alongside repeated consciousness-shattering and reconstruction, possess low-quality, inferior Spirituality, if not worse.
In short, whether in the physical universe or the Realm of Phantasm, excluding the unknown Annihilation Traveler, Dimensional Artist Coo, and the even more mysterious Observers, the God of Wrath and Hatred is an apex predator to all existence.
As time flowed through the now-haunted, hellish void of the Realm of Phantasm, Seraphine (Clone) sat in silence like a demonic Buddha or a malevolent god.
As she sorted through the threads of fragmented information birthed from the destruction of Heaven, she suddenly discovered traces of Yahweh, or rather, his destination.
"So Yahweh has surpassed the Eternal Myth, and not just by a single level. Indeed, this Heaven would have felt far too small for him.
Hmm... he wasn't the first God, either. Tracing back, there were dozens of generations, if not more. As for the entity who originally built the Ancient Heaven or even the entire massive ecosystem... that is no longer traceable."
A myriad of voices, male and female, good and evil, old and young, neutral and sinister, mad and fierce, flowed slowly from the eleven mouths of Seraphine's faces:
"Judging by this hazy information, once Yahweh truly stepped into that higher level... the so-called [The One Who Understands All], he abandoned the Ancient Heaven to seek the [State of Enlightenment].
But why didn't he find a successor? Or did he choose one, only for some catastrophe to occur after his departure, preventing a new God from taking the throne?
And this 'State of Enlightenment'... is it a realm higher than 'The One Who Understands All'? Or is it a specific location?"
The information from the Ancient Heaven was far too fragmented, allowing only for these superficial deductions.
"Forget it. I'll go play around in some parallel space-times."
Seraphine rose slowly, her body rapidly collapsing from its ten-quintillion-kilometer height back to human size.
That horrific, peerlessly majestic form of eleven faces and forty-four arms dissipated into a misty haze and vanished instantly.
The power of the Karmic Hindrance was simply too immense. If that form were to manifest within the physical universe, every living being within the entire Virgo Supercluster would perish in an instant.
Even if she didn't step into physical reality but manifested within the clusters of the Realm of Phantasm, it would still result in the total extinction of the infinite sentient beings there.
And this was the outcome even with Seraphine (Clone) standing perfectly still with zero malice. If she were to exert her full power, the radius of this horrific influence would increase tens of millions of times, as would the intensity of her destructive force.
It could only be said that for the infinite intelligent beings of the world, Seraphine's very existence was a cataclysm.
HUM...
A branch of the Creeping Sea suddenly descended, enveloping and sweeping Seraphine (Clone) away toward a parallel space-time an infinite distance away.
...
Prime Space-Time, Physical Universe, within the void beyond the River of Primordial.
"A failure. As expected, it's not that easy."
Seraphine (True Body), her entire form shimmering with the brilliance of nebulae, suddenly fully unleashed her Light of Infinity, blanketing the surrounding eighty-million-light-year expanse of the cosmic void.
"Neither erasing nor accelerating time can bypass the System's judgment. Fine, let's test something else."
With that, Seraphine directed the Authority of Change inward, focusing it on the Light of Infinity.
"Increase the 'range' of the Light of Infinity by 100 million times." (For the concept of the Light of Infinity's range, see Chap 125)
HUM...
The Light of Infinity, covering a diameter of eighty million light-years, remained unchanged.
"...Failure. Was the multiplier too high, exceeding the Authority's capability?"
Seraphine pondered for a moment before once again invoking the Authority of Change.
"Increase the 'range' of the Light of Infinity by 100,000 times."
HUM...
Still no change.
"Increase the 'range' of the Light of Infinity by 1,000 times."
HUM...
Again, nothing.
Seraphine continued her tests, starting from 1,000 and decreasing the multiplier dozens of times. Finally, when she reached a multiplier of forty-five...
WHOOSH!
The calm Light of Infinity suddenly boiled and roared, exploding outward.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The range skyrocketed, blanketing 3.6 billion light-years of the vast void before coming to a sudden halt.
Seraphine's Light of Infinity, which previously had a range of only 80 million light-years, had abruptly expanded to a staggering 3.6 billion light-years under the divine power of the Authority of Change.
Within this radius, her perception and influence could manifest at any point without delay, allowing her to manipulate or destroy any matter or phenomenon at will.
Yet, Seraphine was puzzled by this outcome.
"So... what's the logic here? Why exactly 3.6 billion? No more, no less?"
Driven by doubt, she utilized her Eye of True Revelation, Chaos Calculation, and Transcendental Perception to run several deductions, eventually receiving a vague answer:
[ This data may be related to Root Spirituality, the Phenomenal Realm, and the Essential Realm. ]
This answer was essentially meaningless.
After all, what in this universe isn't connected to the Phenomenal Realm? And the Phenomenal Realm is clearly tied to the Essential Realm.
Seraphine gave up on that line of inquiry and pivoted to another strategy:
"Since the Authority of Change can't alter my raw attribute values while the System is inactive, can it change the... output power of those attributes?"
To Seraphine, "output power" was the physical result produced when her internal strength interacted with the external universe, the actual facts of reality.
For instance, by exerting sixty hundred quintillion tons of force, she could push the old Earth.
But trying to push the Sun would be a struggle, as the Sun's mass is 3.13 million times greater than that of the old Earth.
But if she used the Authority of Change to modify her attribute output to be 330,000 times its original state, then even if she only used the physical force required to move Earth, she could still move the Sun.
Because to the external universe, the force she exerted at that moment would be mathematically equal to the Sun's mass.
Wouldn't that be a back-door way to boost her attribute values?
"Finding loopholes is truly an art."
Seraphine laughed and immediately tested it with the Authority. "Boost my Physical Strength and Soul attribute output... by 330,000 times."
HUM...
Minutes later, Seraphine fell silent.
Failure.
After hundreds of tests, she couldn't increase it by 330,000 times, she couldn't even manage a 3.3x increase.
Clearly, this was the System's doing.
"Fine, you want to play like that? Total lockdown, huh?"
Seraphine suddenly grinned. "Sure, I can't shake the numerical values on the board, and I can't change the output power. But... what if I change the universe's 'Interaction Effect' instead?"
Thinking in reverse, force is reciprocal.
If there is no target to receive the force, how can there be a resulting effect?
When Seraphine assaults the universe, it is impossible for the cosmos to react like a dead fish. It will always tremble and convulse, exploding tens of millions of Galaxies, or shriek as it violently agitates its own quantum vacuum ocean.
It cannot remain still.
For example, if Seraphine slaps a fully loaded dump truck with 10,000 tons of force, that truck will inevitably warp and shatter in agony, hurtling toward the horizon.
The entire physical process of the truck shattering and being launched into the sky is the "Interaction Effect" resulting from Seraphine's strike.
"So, I still need to test this."
Seraphine focused her mind and gazed into the distant void, suddenly invoking the Authority of Change. "Amplify external universe interaction effects... 100,000 times."
WHOOSH!
In an instant, a "narrow" patch of void a few tens of thousands of light-years wide, located 3 billion light-years ahead, rippled for a fleeting moment.
"Rippling? Then I'll give you something brutal."
Seraphine instantly gathered her total Physical Strength and Soul power, the force of twelve trillion Galaxies, and condensed it into a beam. Through the Light of Infinity, she unleashed it toward that distant void.
Thus, that dark patch of space, merely one-tenth the diameter of the Milky Way, was suddenly subjected to a violent bombardment equivalent to the total mass-energy of nearly 200,000 observable universes.
BOOM!!!!
It was as if the Big Bang had returned.
Even time itself seemed to freeze.
Within that patch of void, which had suddenly collapsed inward, infinite boiling light and heat were born. The violent tremors of the ethereal three-dimensional space-time raised millions of terrifying tsunamis that spanned hundreds of millions of light-years. At speeds exceeding light by quintillions of times, these shockwaves roared and crushed the firmament for over a hundred billion light-years in every direction within a fraction of a second.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!
The four fundamental forces fell into chaotic disorder, the Dirac sea groaned and heaved, super-high-energy quark flows danced in a wild frenzy, and the delicate structures of 3D space-time collapsed and reformed.
In an instant, because of Seraphine's single strike, this vast expanse of space spanning a hundred billion light-years was suddenly thrust back into the primordial state of the universe's birth.
WHOOSH!
Seeing the chaos around her, Seraphine immediately invoked the Authority of Change once more.
"Fully restore to normal."
HUM...
The cosmic void within a hundred-billion-light-year radius centered on her was instantly and perfectly restored to stillness.
Compared to the extreme disorder of the more distant regions in every direction, this tranquility was bizarre, terrifyingly so.
"Is 100,000 times the limit?"
Ignoring the chaos further out, Seraphine pondered while again activating the Authority. This time, she avoided making such a massive commotion, focusing her testing on power levels below the Galaxy scale.
After several tests, she discovered that 100,000 times was indeed the exact limit for modifying the external universe's interaction effects.
A very precise threshold.
She still had no idea which specific factor this was tied to.
"100,000 times is plenty. It essentially means my attributes can expand 100,000-fold out of thin air," Seraphine mused, looking at the empty space. "It's just a bit tedious having to manually activate the Authority every single time."
Indeed, the universe is always in a state of flux.
During her previous tests, she noted that the modification to the interaction effects was only temporary. Once that short window passed, the universe's capacity to receive force would revert to its original state.
Regardless, this modification maneuver qualified as a powerful ultimate move.
Then, another idea struck Seraphine.
A somewhat outrageous one.
"Can the Authority... help me directly ascend in dimensions?"
She knew it was likely impossible, but she still wanted to try.
Action followed thought.
Seraphine invoked the Authority of Change, directing it toward herself.
"Elevate me to 6D."
HUM...
Her entire body... showed zero reaction.
"So it failed."
Seraphine tilted her head and laughed. "I knew it wouldn't be that simple. In that case..."
She instantly applied the Authority of Change to herself again:
"Modify the side length of all my 3D, 4D, and 5D dimensional unit cells to be... ten times the original."