The council dispersed, each member rushing to fulfill their new roles. Alvian retreated to his private quarters—the refurbished office of the Headmaster, located at the highest point of the remaining structure.

He locked the door. He reinforced it with a locking rune.

He sat behind the massive desk and pulled an item from his inventory. The [Sanctified Soul Vessel].

It was a small, wooden box, but it glowed with a pure, blinding white light. It hummed with a celestial choir. This was the result of purifying Harvey's phylactery, converting the souls of thousands of victims into pure Holy Essence.

"System. Analyze item."

[Item: Sanctified Soul Vessel]

[Grade: Legendary (Consumable)]

[Effect: Contains 5,000,000 units of Holy Experience. Can be absorbed to increase Level or purify corruption.]

[Warning: Absorbing this amount of experience will trigger a forced evolution.]

Five million XP. It was enough to push him past the current soft cap.

Alvian took a deep breath. He had stabilized the region. He had built a base. He had gathered an army. Now, he needed to make sure he remained the strongest thing in it.

"Absorb," Alvian commanded.

He placed his hand on the box.

"WHOOSH!"

The room vanished in a flash of white light. It wasn't the cold light of the Void or the hot light of the Sun. It was warm, comforting, and overwhelmingly powerful. The energy rushed into him, not burning, but filling every crack in his soul. It washed away the lingering traces of the void corruption he had accumulated from using [Voidpiercer] and the [Lance]. It healed the micro-fractures in his bones.

[Experience Gained: 5,000,000!]

[Level Up!]

[Level 46.]

[Level Up!]

[Level 47.]

[Level Up!]

[Level 48.]

[Level Up!]

[Level 49.]

[Level Up!]

[Level 50 (MAX).]

He hit the cap again. But the energy kept coming.

[System Alert: Experience Overflow.]

[Converting excess Experience into Attribute Points.]

[+20 Free Stat Points.]

Alvian gasped as the light faded. He felt... perfect. His mana was humming, his body felt light as a feather but strong as steel. The Holy Essence had purified his core.

He checked his profile.

[Name: Alvian]

[Level: 50]

[Class: Unbound (Void Monarch Path)]

[Strength: 290]

[Speed: 220]

[Physique: 240]

[Energy: 500] (Infinite Regen)

He was a monster. A raid boss in player form.

He stood up and walked to the window. Below, the lights of the Void Sanctum were flickering on. It was a beacon in the darkness of the Chaos Zone.

"I've done all I can here," Alvian whispered.

The Academy arc was finished. The Syndicate had been pushed back, but they weren't defeated. They were global. To truly stop the Convergence, he needed more than levels. He needed the ancient powers hidden in the world's most dangerous corners.

He pulled up the map Seraphina had given him weeks ago. He looked at the vast blue expanse to the east.

The Eternal Sea. The city of Azureus.

"The Seven Abyssal Arts," Alvian mused. "And the Draconic Legion."

He touched the window.

"Valeria, you hold the fort," he said to the empty room. "I'm going to get us some reinforcements."

He turned away from the window. It was time to log out. Time to face the real world, and the girl who didn't know she was his shield.

"System. Logout."

The world dissolved into digital mist.

The transition from the digital world of Gods Domain back to the physical reality of Earth was always jarring, but this time, it felt like being ripped out of a warm ocean and thrown onto jagged rocks.

Alvian pulled the neural link helmet off his head, gasping for air. The stale, recycled air of his small apartment filled his lungs, a poor substitute for the mana-rich atmosphere of the Void Sanctum. He sat there for a moment in the dark, the silence of his room deafening after the constant roar of battle, the screams of the dying, and the thunderous applause of his new subjects.

He looked at his hands. They were trembling. Not from fear, but from the physiological disconnect. In the game, he was a Level 50 entity capable of shattering mountains and freezing gods. Here, he was just a young man with a nutritious deficiency and a body that felt too heavy, too slow, and too fragile.

He stood up, his knees cracking. He walked to the window and pulled back the cheap curtain.

The city outside was grey. It was raining, a relentless, drizzling downpour that slicked the streets with oil and grime. But it wasn't just rain. Alvian's eyes, trained by the high-perception stats of his in-game avatar, noticed the subtle, violet hue in the clouds.

"Mana Poisoning," Alvian whispered.

It was starting. In the original timeline, the authorities had called it a new strain of flu. They had quarantined districts, set up field hospitals, and handed out masks. It was all useless. The game world was bleeding into reality. The mana density on Earth was rising, and human bodies, unaccustomed to the energy, were breaking down. It started with fatigue, then hallucinations, and finally, the organs would crystallize and fail.

He checked his phone. A single message blinked on the screen.

Meet me at the old park. Swing set. Now. - Vivian.

Alvian stared at the name. Vivian. His childhood friend. The only person in this miserable timeline who had stuck by him before the regression. He hadn't seen her since the game launched. He had been too focused, too obsessed with his mission to save the world to spare time for the few people in it who actually cared about him.

"Inefficient," he muttered to himself, grabbing a jacket. "Socializing distracts from the objective."

But he went anyway.

The park was deserted. The rain fell harder now, drumming a melancholy rhythm against the rusted metal of the slide. Under the shelter of a large oak tree, sitting on a swing that creaked with the wind, was a figure huddled in a raincoat.

Alvian approached silently, his footsteps making no sound on the wet pavement...a habit from [Shadow-Stride Boots] that had bled into his real-world muscle memory.

"You're late," the figure said.

The voice was familiar. Not just from childhood memories, but from somewhere more recent. Somewhere louder.

The figure stood up and turned around. She pulled back her hood.

Alvian froze.

It was Vivian. Her features were softer than he remembered, her eyes tired, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. But the way she stood, the set of her jaw, the fierce intelligence burning in her gaze... it was unmistakable.

"Valeria?" Alvian whispered.

Vivian—Valeria—let out a shaky breath, a half-laugh, half-sob escaping her lips. She stepped forward, ignoring the rain that instantly soaked her hair.

"I knew it," she said, her voice trembling. " The way you move. The way you talk. 'Inefficient.' 'Variables.' Who else talks like a computer manual but fights like a demon?"

Alvian stared at her, his mind reeling. The pieces slammed together. The rivalry. The strange, instinctive trust she had placed in him during the raid on the Frost Sanctum. The way she had tanked a God's breath for him. It wasn't just game mechanics. It was her.

"You... you are Vivian," Alvian said, the realization hitting him harder than a blow from Titus the Juggernaut. "You're the Vanguard Ace."

"And you're the Anomaly," she countered, stepping closer until they were chest to chest. She looked up at him, water dripping from her eyelashes. "You're the Godslayer. You're the one carrying the weight of the entire world on your shoulders, aren't you?"

"I have to," Alvian said, his voice dropping. The cold mask he wore in the game slipped, just a fraction. "If I don't, no one will."

Valeria reached out. Her hand, cold from the rain, brushed against his cheek. It was a mirror of the moment in the Chaos Zone when he had wiped the soot from her face.

"You don't have to do it alone, Alvian," she whispered. "I'm here. In the game, and out here. I'm your shield, remember?"

Alvian looked into her eyes. He saw the same determination he had seen in the Golden Knight who refused to kneel before a Calamity. But he also saw something else. Vulnerability. Fear. And a deep, abiding affection that had survived years of separation and the end of the world.

"The Mana Poisoning," Alvian said, his voice rough. "It's getting worse. Are you feeling it?"

Valeria nodded, pulling her hand back and clutching her chest. "My lungs burn when I breathe too deep. It feels like... like the air is too thick."

"It's the mana," Alvian explained. "Your body is trying to process energy it doesn't have the circuits for yet. We need to synchronize."

"Synchronize?"

"In the game," Alvian said, his mind shifting back to tactical mode, though his heart was still beating uncomfortably fast. "We need to clear the Azureus zone. There are artifacts there—[Deep Sea Pearls]. If we consume them in-game, the residual energy filters back to our real bodies. It stabilizes the mana intake. It cures the sickness."

Valeria smiled, a tired but genuine expression. "Always a mission with you. Never just 'Hello, how are you, nice to see you again.'"

"Survival is the priority," Alvian stated, though he leaned slightly into her space, shielding her from the wind.

"Fine," Valeria sighed. "Azureus. The City of Tides. When do we leave?"

"Now," Alvian said. "Log back in. Meet me at the teleportation circle in the Void Sanctum. We have a city to conquer."

Valeria hesitated. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. It was over before Alvian could even process the data input.

"See you on the other side, Spear," she whispered.

She turned and ran back into the rain, leaving Alvian standing alone in the dark park. He touched his cheek. It was cold from the rain, but the spot where her lips had touched burned with a phantom heat.

"Inefficient," Alvian muttered to the empty swing set. But for the first time in two lifetimes, he was smiling.

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