The Truth About "Melville"

After "Melville" shouted those words, a massive, dense golden halo spread out from beneath his feet.

In an instant, grains of sand turned from yellow to gold, and inch by inch, the earth became gold.

The air filled with the heavy scent of metal. The once dry wind now carried the chill and killing intent unique to precious metals.

Every grain of sand trembled, as though undergoing painful restructuring and tearing at a microscopic level.

Like a strange light spreading across the land, moments later, the entire boundless desert had completely transformed into a dazzling sea of gold.

The heavy golden quicksand ground against itself, producing a shrill, teeth-grating sound like countless coins clashing together.

This golden sea of sand complemented the golden city in the distance, radiating an incomparably luxurious and brilliant glow, as if a legendary ancient kingdom recorded in the pages of a fairy tale had descended into reality.

The light stabbed at the retina. It was an almost violent kind of beauty.

Within this bizarre spectacle, the world's original laws had been ruthlessly trampled, replaced by the manifestation of a wizard's wild fantasy.

Even knowing this was only a dream, Dago still felt a profound shock welling up from the depths of his heart.

What terrifying materialization of spiritual power was this?

If this power were brought into reality, it would be a world-ending forbidden spell capable of rewriting geological structures.

Not all of his shock came from the scene before him. It also came from what "Melville" had told him—

Just because he had heard a story as a child, he had put it into action and personally created a... Golden Kingdom!!

This was truly... so Melville.

It was the ultimate contempt for so-called "common sense," absolute obedience to the monster in one's heart called