Do You Know the Blue Planet Earth?

Do you know the Blue Planet Earth? This is a story that happened there.

The Paraman Archipelago in the seventh dimension of the first universe.

A man seated on a throne, gazing at a monitor, came into view.

The man's identity was Sirius, the god standing at the pinnacle of the seventh dimension, overseeing dimensions.

Watching over him from the side was a woman, a being of the third dimension—and a goddess on par with him, Iris.

She looked at Sirius and asked,

"What are you looking at so intently?"

In response to Iris's question, Sirius pointed to the blue planet on the monitor.

"That's the test planet designated by Taewang Taikan, right? The system codenamed Apocalypse."

At Sirius's words, Iris widened her eyes in surprise and replied,

"Huh? How do you know about that? It was created after you got locked away in the Abyss Prison."

"Hmph. There is nothing in the universe that this body does not know. That scheming bastard tossed me in there and went ahead making something like this."

"Judging by the way you're talking, you're interested too, huh?"

"It's not mere interest. This body is pondering how to smash it to pieces."

Iris shook her head at Sirius's absurd declaration, as if it were impossible.

"That's not gonna happen. That place was designed so even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the power of the Central 72 Seats can't reach it. It's on a whole different level from those half-baked spots you messed with before."

"This body knows that much. They probably made it that way in preparation for my escape."

"Hmm. That's not wrong. You've ruined dozens of planets so far."

"That's why this body plans to approach it through a perfectly legal method."

"Legal? You?"

"I hear that the supreme god of each dimension can submit one class."

"Right. But you're too late. Pretty much all the good classes are already in."

"That's your opinion."

"You're not planning to make something weird like last time, are you? As I said, unlike previous test planets, that place has strict standards. It's not something you can just throw anything into."

"Just list the key points."

"Well. First, it has to be something that existed or still exists. You can add some fabrication, but if that fabrication overshadows the original, it's rejected. More simply put, you can tweak the principles or effects, but you can't modify the core abilities beyond their limits. Plus, those abilities are restricted until a certain level anyway. You can't become a Sword Master or War Mage at level 1. Of course, that's not a big deal. Most classes hit their limits before the cap is released."

"Then it's no big deal. What did you submit?"

"I went with our dimension's pride, the Master Tamer. You know how amazing tamers are."

"What about the others?"

"Tons, and I mean tons. Pretty much every class is in there. Some overlap with just different names. So what are you going with? Your dimension's big on ancient magic, right? Why not push a magic class? It's different from other dimensions' magic, so if you tweak it right, you might even aim for the Hall of Fame this time."

Iris suggested that, but Sirius scoffed and replied,

"Hall of Fame? You're still playing those childish games."

"That's why the gods play the game."

"Pathetic fools. Gods who oversee the universe, obsessed with a mere game. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠They should all be wiped out."

"Sirius, you're still the same after 3,000 years... No reflection at all. How do you even survive? They say even 100 years in the Abyss is unbearable."

"That's none of your concern. So anything that once existed is fair game?"

"Probably? Got something in mind?"

"Indeed. The perfect material to utterly shatter that trash game's balance."

After Iris returned to her dimension, Sirius immediately accessed the Central System.

What he was after were fragments of data recovered from each dimension and permanently discarded.

In simple terms, prime danger elements that could collapse the game's balance.

[Past Forgotten Glory]

"This is the place."

It was a category accessible only to the gods in the Center.

Sirius had once been one of the Central 72 Seats, a high-ranking god.

3,000 years ago, he violated the laws by directly participating in the game and was demoted—a tragic figure.

It was harsh for a god of mischief by nature.

At least, that's how he saw it.

But he'd gone too far, wreaking havoc on over 100 places.

The other gods, whose sole entertainment in their boring lives was ruined, wouldn't stand for it.

Based on the final game, he was sentenced to the Abyss Prison by unanimous vote of the 72 Seats.

Though all his authority was stripped that day, having once overseen the Central System, rummaging through the trash was child's play.

[1st Dimension 33A Magic Engineer] Grade 1.5

[4th Dimension 24B-1 Transcendent Necro] Grade 1

[6th Dimension 1-1B Archdemon] Grade 1

[6th Dimension 1-7A General Sword Master] Grade 1

[9th Dimension 16...]

"Quite a lot."

He knew some of these classes. He'd worked with Taewang on their disposal, after all.

The problem was recovering discarded data required info from the originating dimension.

"No way they'd hand that over. Wait, the test planet's in our dimension—didn't they have something like that?"

Before the Abyss—3,000 years ago—there was nothing like it.

The seventh dimension he oversaw was boringly ordinary.

But now, after time had passed?

Scanning the seventh dimension with eager eyes, one category popped up.

"Oh. What's this? Our dimension had something like this too. Time changes eras, as expected. Let's see, danger grade level... zero? Zero?"

Sirius's expression twisted oddly as he checked the measured level.

Grade zero? Impossible by his knowledge.

Zero was reserved solely for gods.

That wasn't the only oddity.

"The power of the Core used on a mere game. And they rewound an entire planet's time? Hah. They broke taboos for this... What the hell happened while I was locked up?"

It was natural for Sirius to be puzzled.

The Core—the nucleus of the Holy City.

The universe's only finite substance, the sole power constituting dimensions.

All omnipotence stems from it.

Usually deployed when dimensions collapse or the Holy City is threatened.

Using something so immense on a game was incomprehensible.

And they'd even performed a forbidden time warp.

This went beyond mere balance issues.

"The bottom reason seems real, but I can't see it—probably erased by that bastard. Why so many discarded data items for one category? That many derivative classes? In just 3,000 years, enough to wreck the system from one planet? I need to investigate closely."

A few days later.

"Hah. Humans created these themselves?"

Recovering the lost data, Sirius uncovered a shocking truth.

Mechanic.

It wasn't a mere class.

It was an aggregate of cutting-edge weapons that had existed on the current test planet, Earth.

Examining their specs one by one, he understood why the Central 72 Seats rated it unmeasurable—grade zero.

"Speeds surpassing sound. This alone is near S-rank. Even those vaunted Sword Masters couldn't dodge it. Unbelievable— this is the most basic, common weapon. What happened for humans to reach this level of science? This rivals the discovery of magic."

He could hardly believe it even as he read.

If this data was real, no existence across all dimensions could beat Earth's humans.

Especially their pre-recovery ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠civilization neared demigod status.

Their grand universe theories were astonishing—they gazed at the same realms as the gods themselves.

Though mere theory, if realized, it could be a serious problem.

The Holy City's 72 Seats judged humans' odds of attaining godhood within 100 million years at 1 in 70 trillion.

For gods, that was alarmingly high.

"This is it. They used the Core's power to strip humans of their strength out of fear they'd challenge us. Fools, but they made one big mistake. If it was that threatening—enough for time warp—they should've blown up the planet. 1 in 70 trillion... Hmph. This body will make it 100%."

Grinning ear to ear, Sirius began plotting.

The biggest issue: stats.

Reviving it as-is wouldn't pass even first guard—standards were stricter now.

He'd need to nerf abilities heavily and adapt to the system.

Other issues abounded, but he ignored them.

During his Abyss imprisonment, he'd discovered something incredible.

Five years after Sirius's release from prison.

"UWHAHAHAHA! It's done. Finally complete. This one's finally ready. Hey! Anyone out there?"

At the thunderous roar shaking the inner castle, a man waiting outside hurriedly opened the door.

"What is it, my lord?"

"Oh, Harima, perfect timing. Send word to the Center immediately. Say the master of the seventh dimension, Sirius, is submitting a class for the test planet."

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"Y-yes, sir. But, um..."

"What?"

"The dimensional balance has long been disrupted."

Sirius glared at Harima irritably.

"So? What do you want me to do about it?"

"N-no, I just..."

"Enough nonsense. Send the message. We need to register this ASAP."

"Yes, sir!"

Moments later.

With Central approval, Sirius crossed dimensions and arrived at the Holy City in one leap.

The Holy City—where class registration procedures took place.

Guided by an administrator, he entered the room and transplanted his created data into the system window.

"Passed on the first try, as expected. Whoever gets it, survive and wreak havoc to your heart's content. May your wingbeats bring doom to the entire universe."