Calamity Emperor

Crisis was opportunity, too.

The more one understood the world, the smaller one realized one was.

The World Hole was exceedingly dangerous, but it was also brimming with opportunities.

All things were born to operate within their own rules, yet the World Hole fused countless worlds together. Their collisions brought countless deaths, a horror beyond imagination. But when the rules of countless worlds collided, strange things were bound to emerge: perhaps a flower, perhaps a grain of sand, perhaps a single cell...

Humans had invented language and numbers, even terms like "sands of the Ganges" and "immeasurably vast numbers" to describe quantities beyond imagination. Yet even those could not describe the lives lost when these worlds collided.

On the grasslands, rotting corpses drew vultures. So much death in the World Hole likewise drew some strange gazes.

They split off portions of their True Spirits and cast them into the World Hole, hoping to gain something. Like people playing a game, they peered at their characters from outside the World Hole, watching them venture through it, find treasures, and gradually rise to prominence.

But not every character they sent in grew smoothly. Some died halfway through, while others defied their senders' wishes and went down entirely different paths.

When that happened, the senders reclaimed their True Spirits, either withdrawing or starting over.

Among these powerful senders was an emperor who carried a palace with him wherever he went and possessed an extraordinary bearing. Right now, he was deeply displeased.

The True Spirit he had sent in was the Looting Emperor, and he himself was known as the Calamity Emperor.

The Calamity Emperor.

He lived up to his name. Across countless worlds, he was the embodiment of disaster, stirring up boundless calamities wherever he went. Some had once speculated that he controlled