Friday, January 1, 2021.
A spatial link opened once again, drawing a vortex of fate in its wake. This time, Nebelselle and Gigyeumu accompanied me.
Nebelselle softly murmured a spell. Strands of pure white clouds gathered beneath our feet, gently lifting us into the sky. We glided over the vast ocean toward a completely unfamiliar horizon. A majestic continent came into view, yet strangely, my memory of the world map held no trace of this place at all.
“Why doesn’t this continent appear on the map?” I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
Gigyeumu, her eyes gleaming with the wisdom of a vast data archive, lightly adjusted her glasses—if she even wore any.
“Master, most modern maps use the Mercator projection from the sixteenth century. This projection favors Europe as the center, pushing the Three Realms Continent into the lower?right corner. It is often cropped out or simply forgotten in incomplete maps.”
“Three Realms Continent… is that the name of this land?” Nebelselle tilted her head.
“Precisely,” Gigyeumu replied, her tone steady and mechanical, like that of a true programmer.
Part 2. Women’s Nation and the Paradox of Matriarchy
As we descended to the ground, an ancient and sacred atmosphere enveloped the group.
“Where is this place?”
“This is the Holy Land of a country known as Women’s Nation.”
I froze. “Women’s Nation? Don’t tell me this place is inhabited only by women.”
“Not exactly,” Gigyeumu explained. “Men do exist, but this society operates under an absolute matriarchal system. Women control political authority, power, and property. They worship symbols of fertility—fullness, sensual beauty, and abundance. In this society, the size of a woman’s chest is directly proportional to her influence and social standing.”
A cold sweat broke out as I listened to this bizarre social structure. Gigyeumu continued calmly,
“Here, men are required, upon reaching adulthood, to donate sperm at hospitals to maintain the population through artificial insemination. After that, they are sent to the borders to join the military, spending their entire lives defending the nation.”
Part 3. The Power of a God and a Fated Encounter
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deep toll of a great bell shattered the silence. It was the alarm signaling an invasion.
“I can feel it… a new friend is in danger!”
Guided by instinct born of overwhelming power, I activated Light Speed without further explanation. A thunderous blast echoed as I vanished in a flash, leaving Nebelselle and Gigyeumu behind.
When I stopped, the scene before me was devastating. Amid a battlefield engulfed in flames, only a single “girl” remained standing. Facing her were the gun barrels of tens of millions of enemy soldiers.
“Stay safe, my friend!”
In the form of Tehimosin, I instantly placed myself in front of her. With a simple flick of my hand, a terrifying spatial pressure erupted. In an instant, the ten?million?strong army vanished like dust before a storm.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
The girl stared at me, then suddenly threw her arms around me, sobbing uncontrollably. At that moment, the other two finally caught up.
“War is truly cruel… look at all these bodies. And they’re all elderly,” Nebelselle said sorrowfully.
Gigyeumu surveyed the surroundings. “For decades, Women’s Nation has given birth only to girls. The border forces, once composed of men, are now nothing but white?haired old men.”
The girl trembled as she asked, “A?are you a god? How could you… in just an instant…”
I pretended to be exhausted, breathing heavily. “I used all my strength to protect you. From now on, I hope you’ll be the one to protect me.”
Her eyes suddenly filled with unwavering resolve. “I swear on the honor of a daughter of Women’s Nation. I will protect you to the very end, even if it costs me my life!”
Part 4. The Hardest Metal and a Dangerous Misunderstanding
“Gigyeumu, analyze her,” I ordered, deliberately changing the subject.
Gigyeumu’s eyes glowed as she activated Data Analysis Eye.
“Master, she is the manifestation of chromium—the hardest metal currently known.”
“So you can control metal?” I asked her.
She laughed innocently. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal person. Control metal? That’s impossible.”
“Tehimosin,” I said calmly, “you were created by the power of the god Mogodto. If measured by existence alone, you’re only… three hours old.”
“Hahaha! Three hours old? You’re joking, right?”
Her stubbornness gave me a headache. I changed the subject again. “Let’s head into the city. By the way, what’s your name?”
“My name is Tetsu.”
“Tetsu? That sounds masculine.”
“Well, I am a man,” she replied casually.
All three of us froze.
“What?” Nebelselle exclaimed. “Who told you that you’re a man?”
“The uncles at the border. They said only men go to the front lines to defend the country, so they gave me this name.”
Gigyeumu sighed. “Have the old men here really become that senile?”
Part 5. A New Beginning on the Three Realms Continent
As I looked at the elderly corpses scattered across the frozen snow, a heavy weight settled in my chest.
“Which country did this?”
“They said it was people from Trickster Nation,” Tetsu replied.
Gigyeumu immediately provided the information.
“The Three Realms Continent consists of three nations. Trickster Nation is fertile and wealthy, with a massive population of 150 to 300 million. Hero Nation lies in the desert and is traditionally neutral, though for reasons unknown it allowed the army of Trickster Nation to pass through its territory. And finally, Women’s Nation—this harsh land of ice—has a population of fewer than five million.”
I looked at the girl standing before me and smiled faintly.
“From now on, I’ll give you a new name. Your name will be Saintlyshu. In Chinese, metal is Jinshu. In English, a holy maiden is a Saintess. Combined, you are the Saintess of Metal.”
“Why change my name? I’m a boy!” she protested stubbornly, still believing herself to be male.
Tehimosin said calmly, “Because you are a girl. This name suits you better.”
“No! I’m a boy!”
Gigyeumu shook her head. “Why is this ‘piece of metal’ so stubborn?”
I sighed, knowing that convincing her about her own gender would be a long journey.
“Nebelselle, Gigyeumu, you two stay here to guard the border and clean up the aftermath. Saintlyshu and I will head into the capital to meet the leaders.”
Our silhouettes stretched long across the white snow as we walked toward the distant mountains, where the heart of Women’s Nation lay hidden.
Part 6. The Benefactor of the Destitute
After the storm of slaughter faded, the air once thick with the stench of gunpowder was replaced by a terrifying silence. I turned to look at the girl—still insisting she was a rough frontline soldier.
“It’s safe now. Tell everyone to come out of the shelters.”
Saintlyshu took a deep breath and shouted with a commanding voice honed for the battlefield:
“Everyone, come out! The enemy has been defeated!”
From the old underground shelters, thousands of women—covered in dirt and trembling—emerged. They stared at the battlefield, which had been hell moments ago and was now nothing more than lifeless scrap metal.
“Everyone, thank him!” Saintlyshu pointed at me. “He’s the one who single?handedly drove back the invaders!”
Though she wore only a worn frontline uniform, the resolve in Saintlyshu’s voice made her words unquestionable. In an instant, tens of thousands fell to their knees on the frozen ground.
“Thank you for saving the lives of insignificant people like us!”“Benefactor! You are the savior of Women’s Nation!”
The unified cries echoed across the land. From the highest balcony of the grand palace, the President of Women’s Nation silently observed everything. In a land ruled by absolute monarchy, this scene was nothing short of seismic.
Saintlyshu asked in confusion, “Why are they calling you a benefactor?”
An elderly woman nearby clutched Saintlyshu’s clothes with trembling hands and sobbed.
“If the front line had fallen, the people of Trickster Nation would have poured into the city. Those of us with no power or status would have been the first to be crushed. He didn’t just defeat the enemy—he saved the soul of this land from merciless demons.”
Saintlyshu looked at me, her eyes filled with pure admiration.
“He saved me too.”
Part 7. The High Council and Terrifying Numbers
Soon after, Saintlyshu and I were summoned deep into the palace. The atmosphere was suffocating.
“The entire army of Trickster Nation has been wiped from our territory,” Saintlyshu reported.
The Female Prime Minister, seated beside the President, narrowed her eyes at Saintlyshu.
“Why is there a girl on the front lines?”
“Huh? I… I’m really a girl?” Saintlyshu froze as she looked around. All she received were firm nods.
The Prime Minister waved it off. “Gender later. Continue. How did you defeat an army of sixty million alone?”
I blinked. “Sixty million? That many?”
“Minister of Defense, display the satellite data,” the President ordered coldly.
A massive holographic screen materialized in the hall. Numbers began to scroll, painting a picture of absolute despair.
Invading forces of Trickster Nation:? Troops: 60,000,000 soldiers (human?wave tactics)? Armor: 500,000 tanks? Air power: 200,000 helicopters, over 5,000 fighter jets? Firepower: 100,000 artillery units and thousands of ballistic missiles
Defensive forces of Women’s Nation:? Troops: 1,000,000 (mostly elderly and new recruits)? Armor: 10,000 vehicles? Air power: 1,000 helicopters
“It was a massacre decided before it began,” the Female Minister of Defense growled. “Without you, this nation would have ceased to exist within twenty?four hours.”
I rubbed my chin, trying to shift the topic.
“Why was Trickster Nation so desperate to attack you?”
“The greed of a dictator,” the President replied. “He wants to conquer the entire Three Realms Continent. He has devoured many lands—but there is one he has never been able to touch.”
“Hero Nation?” I guessed.
“Correct. In a thousand years of history, Trickster Nation has never won a single battle against Hero Nation. That’s why they paid one trillion dollars and one thousand tons of gold to borrow Hero Nation’s territory and strike at our flank.”
Part 8. The President’s Offer and the Fate of the Saintess
The talks continued with political theories surrounding the invincibility of Hero Nation—a small country with mysterious defenses and formidable inner strength.
The President looked at me with gratitude.
“You saved this entire nation. Whatever you desire, I will grant it.”
I pointed at Saintlyshu.
“Please verify whether she is truly a citizen of Women’s Nation.”
After facial recognition scans and a full search of the national database, the result appeared on the screen:
[NO DATA FOUND]
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“This girl does not belong to this country,” the Female Prime Minister confirmed.
Saintlyshu went pale. “That can’t be… then where do I belong?”
I met her eyes and smiled gently.
“I told you before. This place isn’t meant for you. The place you belong… is beside me.”
Saintlyshu’s face flushed red. “O?oh… Benefactor… you really move me.”
“Shall we go home?”
“But if you leave, what if Trickster Nation attacks again?” the Prime Minister asked anxiously.
I glanced at my watch.
“Relax. Within five minutes, international peacekeeping forces and United Nations representatives will arrive. Once they set foot here, any attack would mean declaring war on the entire world. They’re not that foolish.”
Part 9. Returning Upon the Layers of Clouds
We left the palace together with Saintlyshu, leading a government detachment to recover the bodies of the fallen soldiers. At the border, Nebelselle and Gigyeumu were still standing there, immovable like guardian spirits, protecting the dead from scavenging beasts.
Nebelselle gently waved her hand, and a veil of mystical fog enveloped us. She summoned pure white clouds, which softly lifted the entire group into the sky.
“Wow! Can I do that too?” Saintlyshu exclaimed excitedly, staring at the clouds beneath her feet.
“No,” I laughed. “Everyone has their own gift.”
Gigyeumu calmly adjusted the data running through her mind and added,
“I told you already. Your ability isn’t flight—it’s metal manipulation. Prepare yourself, you stubborn Saintess.”
The clouds carried us across the ocean toward a familiar home, leaving behind the mysteries of the Three Realms Continent and a new legend forged in steel and light.
Part 10. The Greeting of the ‘Abandoned Ones’
The moment I stepped through the doorway, a familiar warmth washed over me. HuaZessin, JoouSeele, DeesSwano, and DaljoaMoon had already been waiting, greeting in unison:
“Welcome home, Master!”
I nodded slightly and gestured for the awkward girl behind me to step forward.
“Everyone, get to know each other. This is our new member.”
What followed made me want to cover my face. It felt less like an introduction and more like a group therapy session for those betrayed by the world.
Nebelselle stepped forward, her voice cold.
“I’m the eldest. I hate humans because they framed me and attacked me.”
HuaZessin continued, fire burning in her eyes.
“I’m the second. I hate humans because they burned me alive.”
DeesSwano touched the faint scar on her forehead.
“I’m the third. I hate humans because they beat me until my head split open and bled.”
Gigyeumu adjusted her glasses, her tone mechanical.
“I’m the fourth. I hate humans because they betrayed me and attempted to kill me.”
DaljoaMoon shuddered softly.
“I’m the fifth. I hate humans because they tortured me with lethal electric currents.”
Amid the thick atmosphere of resentment, JoouSeele smiled gently.
“Hello. I’m the sixth. I… don’t really have any problem with humans.”
All eyes turned to the newest member. Saintlyshu swallowed, then earnestly imitated them.
“Hello, sisters. I’m the new member. I hate humans too! They aimed millions of guns at me—fortunately, my Benefactor protected me.”
“Benefactor?” the group echoed, all eyes shifting toward me.
I sighed and waved it off.
“She’s talking about me. Let her call me whatever she wants.”
And so, while everyone else called me Master, only Saintlyshu, the Steel Saintess, remained loyal to the title Benefactor—a constant reminder of the life debt she carried in her heart.
Part 11. The Awakening of Metal
Saintlyshu’s first days at the estate were filled with wonder and excitement. To ensure she could protect herself, I began special training sessions.
“Focus, Saintlyshu. Feel the flow of chromium in your veins.”
I started by hurling a barrage of sharp stones at her. Saintlyshu’s reflexes were astonishing. Without raising her hands, she merely frowned, and a gleaming metal wall erupted from the ground.
Clang! The stones slammed into the hardened surface and bounced away, leaving not a single scratch.
“Well done. Now switch to offense.”
Saintlyshu closed her eyes and poured her will into her palms. A powerful pressure burst outward, and in an instant, countless razor?sharp metal blades shot forward like a storm, embedding themselves deep into the trunk of a nearby ancient tree.
Her abilities exceeded all expectations. Beyond transforming her body into impenetrable armor or forging weapons, Saintlyshu possessed metal regeneration. Whenever a crack appeared, chromium molecules reconnected automatically, restoring the damage instantly. She even began experimenting with metallizing the environment itself, turning soft ground into fields of cold, spiked steel traps.
Part 12. The Loyal Shadow and a Harmless Lie
Despite wielding power capable of annihilating an entire army, Saintlyshu retained one unchanging habit: becoming my shadow.
She followed me twenty?four hours a day. Whether I was reading in the library, walking through the garden, or discussing matters with the others, Saintlyshu always stood exactly three steps behind me, her vigilant eyes tracking every movement around us.
I arranged a regular “salary” for her. Seeing the joy on her face when she received her first payment, I knew she truly felt like part of this family.
But there was something only I knew.
Saintlyshu was determined to serve as my bodyguard because she wholeheartedly believed the words I had spoken before: “I used all my strength to protect you.” With the innocent mind of a being only three hours old, she truly believed I was now “weak” and in need of protection.
In truth, I had said it only to give her motivation—to help her grow independent, to see her own worth, and not rely entirely on my power.
Watching her small yet steadfast figure standing guard outside the door, I smiled faintly.
A small lie, in exchange for absolute loyalty and an unbreakable will…
Perhaps that wasn’t such a bad bargain after all.
Part 13. The Confusion of History
Monday, April 5, 2021.
A breaking news bulletin suddenly blared across the large screen, shattering the peaceful atmosphere of the estate. The eastern military base of Hero Nation was reportedly under heavy attack.
I immediately summoned Saintlyshu, DeesSwano, and JoouSeele. A teleportation gate opened, sending us straight to the coordinates of the base. However, what greeted us was not a battlefield engulfed in flames, but an eerie silence. The military base stood intact, without a single trace of bombardment.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion erupted in the distance, followed by towering columns of pitch?black smoke. We rushed toward the source and froze at the sight before us.
“What is going on? The area under attack… that’s Trickster Nation’s territory!” I exclaimed.
Strangely, however, the flags flying atop the buildings and watchtowers all bore the insignia of Hero Nation.
“Since when did Trickster Nation become part of Hero Nation’s territory?”
DeesSwano clenched her fists, determination blazing in her eyes. “That doesn’t matter as much as saving lives. Look—the civilians are in danger!”
I turned to Saintlyshu. “Saintlyshu, go help them.”
She halted, a flicker of coldness crossing her face. “I won’t. This is the country that once tried to erase my homeland. They deserve to pay.”
I placed a hand on her shoulder, my voice firm and low. “Armies and dictators bear the guilt, not the civilians. Don’t let hatred cloud the nature of a bodyguard, Saintlyshu.”
Part 14. Invaders from 2.5 Million Years Ago
No sooner had I finished speaking than the ground shook violently. From within the swirling dust and smoke, three massive dark figures burst forth, their breaths reeking of death. They were humanoid in shape, yet their bodies were encased in a strange, grayish substance.
“Watch out! Saintlyshu—Metal Wall!”
Acting on instinct, Saintlyshu swung her arm. A dense wall of steel erupted instantly, stopping a bone?crushing punch from the creature. The clash of metal against stone?hard flesh rang out sharply.
I used instant teleportation to pull Gigyeumu to the scene.
“Analyze them. What in the world are these things?”
Gigyeumu activated Data Analysis Eye. Streams of green code raced across her pupils. She then pulled out a handheld chronological scanner.
“Master… this is difficult to believe. The biological traces indicate they are prehistoric humans from the Paleolithic era.”
“What? That period dates back at least 2.5 million years!” I said in shock. “Why do prehistoric humans have such mutated forms and monstrous strength?”
Gigyeumu replied, “I don’t know yet. Eliminate them first. I need samples for deeper analysis.”
Part 15. Chain Slash: Metal Sword Disintegration
“Saintlyshu, finish it. Chain Slash — Metal Sword Disintegration!”
Receiving the order from her Benefactor, Saintlyshu hesitated no longer. She shot forward at the speed of a silver bullet. The metal sword in her hand suddenly shattered into thousands of razor?sharp fragments, hovering around her like a swarm of death.
Each swing of her blade was no longer a single strike, but a storm of secondary blades piercing straight through the enemies’ defenses.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The three prehistoric monsters let out agonized roars before dissolving into fine dust, leaving not a single trace of flesh or bone behind.
“Disintegrated?” I stepped forward, staring at the remaining ash.
Gigyeumu scooped up a handful of the dust and murmured softly, “So that’s it. They’re a fusion of prehistoric humans and Magical Dust.”
“Magical dust? What is that now?” Saintlyshu asked in confusion as her sword reformed to its original shape.
JoouSeele stepped closer with a gentle smile. “That’s a long story. In short, there used to be a massive magic stone—but Gigyeumu smashed it into dust. Now that dust is causing trouble everywhere.”
We began moving into the residential area to assist the wounded. As I bandaged an injured man, I voiced the question that had been weighing on my mind:
“Why did Trickster Nation become part of Hero Nation?”
Civilians: Hero Nation once lent territory to the Trickster Nation for launching an attack. But their army never returned.
Gigyeumu: They were ambushed by Hero Nation’s forces?
Civilians: Exactly. On their way back, the Trickster Nation’s army fell into Hero Nation’s trap. Some were killed, others captured.
Civilians: The Trickster Nation’s military capability was completely wiped out. They suffered a total defeat.
Civilians: Hero Nation refused to sign a peace treaty and demanded the Trickster Nation’s territory. The Trickster Nation’s president had no other choice.
Civilians: And so, the Trickster Nation became part of Hero Nation.
Civilians: By the way, what were those monsters that attacked us?
JoouSeele: They were prehistoric humans.
Civilians: No wonder they still had primitive instincts — butchers, murderers, eating raw flesh for nutrition, even devouring children…
Saintlyshu: That’s so cruel.
Master: They act purely on instinct. They don’t have any concept of morality.
Gigyeumu: To prehistoric humans, everything was either “hunt or be hunted.” That was their survival mindset.
DeesSwano: There’s no way to achieve peace through dialogue. Their language is just growls and gestures.
Master: Gigyeumu, do you know why Paleolithic humans attacked the military base?
Gigyeumu: Maybe they wanted to prove that “true strength doesn’t lie in machines.”
JoouSeele: “To be a warrior is the ultimate purpose of life.”
Master: What do you mean?
JoouSeele: For some ancient civilizations — especially those that survived in harsh environments — fighting and conquering were the only ways to live and grow. They revered physical strength, survival instincts, and an unyielding warrior spirit.
Master: You live up to your reputation as a thousand-year-old spirit, you're excellent.
The Master gently patted JoouSeele’s head.
After helping the civilians, everyone returned home.
Part 16. The Dead Land Reborn
Monday, April 12, 2021.
The news reported that the agricultural lands in the western region of the "Hero Nation" were under attack.
This time, the Master traveled with Saintlyshu, HuaZessin, and DaljoaMoon to help the people of the Hero Nation.
As they approached the farmland, a pungent, metallic stench filled the air. The once lush green rice fields were now devastated—trees toppled, soil turned dark and lifeless. There were no loud explosions or thick smoke like before, but the destruction carried a chilling atmosphere.
HuaZessin: What happened here?
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly. From the horizon, massive dark figures began to appear. They moved slowly, but each step caused the earth to crack beneath them.
DaljoaMoon: These creatures are burning the fields, hunting livestock, and destroying food storage.
Saintlyshu: They’re not monsters. They are people from the Paleolithic era.
Master: We must protect what remains. HuaZessin, DaljoaMoon, stay and help evacuate the people and search for survivors. Saintlyshu, come with me.
The Master and Saintlyshu charged toward the giant stone beings.
Master: Saintlyshu, use your ultimate move — “Absolute Metal Slash.”
Saintlyshu activated all the metallic power within his body and the surrounding environment. In an instant, all metal within the battlefield was drawn to his main sword, which began to glow intensely and vibrate as if ready to explode.
Then, Saintlyshu unleashed a single, devastating slash:
- The blade exploded into thousands of ultra-fine metal fragments, spreading in a wide arc and piercing through all defenses.
- The fragments automatically disintegrated any object they touched.
The Paleolithic beings were defeated.
The Master used teleportation to summon Nebelselle.
Master: Nebelselle, summon the rain. “Heavenly Cloud Restoration.”
Nebelselle raised her hand to the sky, summoning thick clouds from all directions. In an instant, the sky turned silver-gray, winds rose, and rain began to fall—not ordinary rain, but one with healing properties, guided by Nebelselle’s will.
Master: Next is HuaZessin. “Vital Seed – Earth Rebirth.”
HuaZessin placed her hand on the ground, closed her eyes, and focused all her plant energy. From her palm, tiny but radiant Resurrection Seeds were released, weaving into every inch of the devastated land. Instantly, the seeds sprouted at an incredible rate.
Simultaneously, HuaZessin activated her highest-level Plant Manipulation ability. Under Nebelselle’s healing rain, the scorched rice plants began to sprout anew, fallen trees straightened and turned green again.
She also used “Plant Restoration” to channel life energy directly into the soil, purifying the toxic remnants left by the monsters and restoring fertility to the land.
In mere moments, the barren, dark fields were covered in vibrant green, as if untouched by destruction.Young plants reached for the light, flowers bloomed, and the air became fresh and full of life.
It was a spectacular display of regeneration—turning a dead land into a lush paradise.
Master: Why did the Paleolithic people attack the agricultural lands of the Hero Nation?
Gigyeumu: They wanted to prove that “Humans have forgotten how to hunt.”
Master: Why are you here?
Gigyeumu: I just finished building a new jet and was out testing it, that’s all.
Master: Then take HuaZessin and Saintlyshu home, please.
Gigyeumu nodded.
Nebelselle rode a cloud, carrying the Master and DaljoaMoon back home.
Part 17. The City Is an Iron Cage
The news reported that the Capital City in the southern region of the “Hero Nation” was under attack.
This time, the Master traveled with Saintlyshu and Gigyeumu to help the people of the Hero Nation.
The once bustling Capital City was now plunged into chaos. Buildings were engulfed in flames, streets were cracked open, and faint columns of smoke rose from residential areas. There were no gunshots or explosions—only deep, growling sounds echoing throughout the city.
From beneath the ground, giant creatures emerged.
Master: Saintlyshu, use “Metal Blade Absolute Break” to end this battle!
Saintlyshu activated his new technique, unleashing a powerful slash that tore through the massive creatures, completely annihilating them.
The Paleolithic people were defeated.
Master: Why did they attack the city and destroy its technical infrastructure?
Gigyeumu: They wanted to send us a message: “The city is a steel cage that imprisons humanity.”
After helping the people, everyone returned home.
Monday, April 26, 2021.
A week had passed, and everything seemed peaceful again. But Gigyeumu, with her relentless analytical abilities, detected something unusual.
Gigyeumu: Master, I’ve discovered the secret base of the Paleolithic people.
Master: Where?
Gigyeumu: In the northern region of the country “Hero Nation.”
Master: What’s there?
Gigyeumu: It’s Blackstone Mountain, a region rich in obsidian and flint.
Master: If they’re not harming humans, let them live peacefully.
Gigyeumu: They’re capturing women, Master.
Master: What?!
Saintlyshu: Probably trying to preserve their bloodline, huh?
Master: We must go help the girls immediately.
The Paleolithic people were capturing many women.
Master: Stop right now! Nebelselle, create fog to blind the enemy. DaljoaMoon, use your gravity control to rescue the girls.
DaljoaMoon adjusted gravity individually, lifting the girls through Nebelselle’s mist to safety.
The girls were brought to a recovery zone created by HuaZessin using “Resurrection Seeds” and “Healing Flora.”
They were cared for by the support team from the Women’s Nation.
Master: Saintlyshu, use your ultimate move “Iron Realm Annihilation.”
All metal rose into the sky, spinning into a deadly vortex.
Saintlyshu stood at the center, merged with the metal, transforming into a war god of steel.
Then, the metal rained down like meteorites, piercing everything in its path.
The enemies were surrounded, crushed, and absorbed into the massive metal mass—no escape possible.
When the move ended, the ground was deformed, leaving a metallic crater as a mark of destruction.
HuaZessin: They’re crafting weapons now? And they’ve grown wings too?
JoouSeele: The Paleolithic people are evolving rapidly.
Saintlyshu: No matter how they evolve, they’ll never be stronger than me.
Gigyeumu: No signs of the Paleolithic people remain.
Master: It’s over. Let’s go home.
The leaders of “Hero Nation” and “Trickster Nation” were eliminated. Now only the Women’s Nation remains. The continent formerly known as “Three Realms Continent” was renamed to “Women’s Nation Continent.”