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In the far-off 6th dimensional universe,
Two gods were engaged in a conversation that would decide the fate of the cosmos.
"In a few tens of thousands of years, the universe might face great calamity. If we don't handle it well, it could lead to the end of everything," one of the gods said.
"We don't know if anyone will pass the test before that time. It has been tens of thousands of years, and nobody has passed it yet. There were many good individuals in the past, but they all failed in the end."
The other god nodded solemnly.
"Becoming a Lord of Omnipotent is not an easy feat. It requires breaking through the 30 Spiritual level, achieving the 9th rank of Divine, and ultimately becoming a 9th rank Divine Ancestor. It's no wonder that nobody has been able to pass the test."
The first god sighed.
"But I have a premonition that the third one will appear on Earth, in the third-dimensional universe."
As they spoke, the first god opened his hands and a small universe appeared in his palms. He seemed to be searching for something.
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"There are many interesting individuals in these universes. I hope they can provide me with some surprises."
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In the fiery depths of the underworld,
A powerful necromancer stood before a massive army of undead creatures. His dark eyes surveyed the horde with a cruel satisfaction as he spoke in a voice that echoed through the cavernous space.
"Today, my loyal followers, we strike at the heart of the humans' sanctuary. They are weak, pathetic creatures who cower behind their walls, thinking they are safe from us. But they are wrong. Today, we will show them the true power of the undead!"
The army of corpses and skeletons roared in agreement, brandishing weapons made of bone and rusted metal. The necromancer raised his staff and began to chant, the dark energy of the underworld coursing through his veins.
With a final flourish, he summoned a massive portal that glowed with an eerie light. The army surged forward, eager to spill human blood and claim the castle for their own.
As they charged through the portal and emerged on the surface world, they found themselves on a rocky beach overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean. The necromancer's twisted smile widened as he gazed upon the castle, looming in the distance.
"Behold, my faithful minions! Our target lies just ahead. But be warned - the humans will not go down without a fight. Stay alert and be ready for anything."
The undead army let out a blood-curdling battle cry and surged forward, their eyes gleaming with a demonic hunger for destruction. The castle walls loomed ever closer, and the sound of steel clashing against steel echoed across the rocky shore...