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Chapter 551: Third Super Collider World

The transformation was instantaneous.

All three sisters tensed simultaneously, their earlier playfulness evaporating like morning mist.

The atmosphere grew heavy, almost suffocating, as if they were about to reveal a secret so dangerous that even speaking it aloud might trigger catastrophe.

They exchanged nervous glances, each one silently urging the others to speak first.

Finally, Charlotte and Anya’s gazes settled on Astrid.

She had been the one to discover this problem, the one who had initiated the entire investigation.

It was only fitting that she should be the one to explain.

Astrid took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she turned to face Mika.

He was casually sipping his juice, utterly oblivious to the bomb she was about to drop.

"Mika. The truth is..."

She said, her voice grave and somber.

"I think we may have found a third super collider world."

"PFFTT—!"

The words hung in the air like a death sentence and Mika, who had been mid-sip, immediately began choking.

"Cough—! Cough—! Cough—!"

Juice went down the wrong pipe, sending him into a violent coughing fit. His face reddened as he sputtered and hacked, finally managing to clear his airways.

He looked at Astrid with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Y-You’re joking, right?" He forced a smile, his voice strained. "This has to be some sort of joke. All of you are pulling a prank on me—an elaborate setup to mess with my head!"

But none of them responded with the laughter he expected. Instead, Astrid shook her head grimly, her expression one of absolute seriousness.

"Unfortunately, none of this is a joke, Mika. We really have found a third Super Collider World."

Mika sank back into his seat, the air leaving his lungs as if he had been physically struck.

His face went pale, his usual composure completely shattered.

He had been expecting a small, casual issue—something he could breeze through with ease.

But this? This was so much worse than he could have ever imagined.

—

To understand why the mere mention of a third super collider world could elicit such a reaction—one had to understand the intricate hierarchy of realms that governed this fractured reality.

Ever since the world had splintered into countless pieces, with realms merging and overlapping, connected by portals that defied logic, there had been a desperate need to categorize and rank these disparate existences.

It wasn’t simply a matter of bragging rights—it was about survival, about understanding exactly what sort of threat a given realm posed.

There were already systems in place to rank dungeons, of course, ranging from F-rank to the terrifying SSS dungeons that could swallow entire armies.

But those were just localized threats—contained spaces that blessed individuals could raid and clear.

An entire realm, however, was a different matter entirely.

A realm encompassed everything: the people who lived there, the structure of their society, the resources they possessed, the technological advancement they had achieved, and perhaps most importantly, the sheer firepower they could bring to bear in times of conflict.

Numerous factors went into determining a realm’s ranking.

The population demographics, the races that inhabited it, the inherent power of those races, the value of their resources when applied to combat and magical attributes, their technological sophistication—all of these elements and more were carefully weighed and measured.

Different organizations had developed their own ranking systems, each with unique names and criteria.

There was the Foundation Scale, developed by the Federation, which categorized realms from Rubble—those barely clinging to existence—all the way up to Paramount.

The noble houses used the Aurelian Index, with rankings ranging from Bronze to Adamantine.

The magical academies preferred the Arcane Ladder, starting with Fledgling and ascending through Master to the coveted Ascendant.

And the military establishment had their own Threat Matrix, a coldly practical system that went from Negligible all the way to Apocalyptic.

Each realm was assigned a rank based on these comprehensive assessments.

The Black Dragon Realm, for instance, was classified as Paramount on the Foundation Scale and Adamantine on the Aurelian Index—a testament to the sheer power and ferocity of its draconic inhabitants.

The Elven Realm, while not as overwhelmingly powerful, was still considered a formidable opponent, ranked as Master on the Arcane Ladder and Exalted on the Aurelian Index.

These rankings weren’t just academic exercises—they determined diplomatic relations, trade agreements, and even military posturing.

A high-ranked realm could demand concessions from lower-ranked realms, could bully and intimidate with impunity.

It was, in essence, a measure of a realm’s GDP, military strength, and political influence, all rolled into one.

And at the very top of this hierarchy, above even the highest-ranking realms, there existed a category so powerful that it defied conventional measurement.

This was the designation of Super Collider World.

A Super Collider world represented a realm advancing at an inhuman rate, one that had reached the absolute peak of its power.

Such a realm could, in a conflict, effortlessly swallow any other realm without breaking stride.

It was like a black hole—an overwhelming, inescapable force that could annihilate any opposition.

In the current age, there existed only two super Collider Worlds.

The first was the Human Realm—the realm where Mika, Astrid, and the others resided.

In the past, it had been just another weak, ravaged world, constantly under threat from the Eternal Queen’s depredations.

But then the Battle Angels had appeared, and everything changed.

Under their protection, the realm had grown stronger, more powerful.

Technology advanced at breakneck speed.

More blessed individuals emerged, their power growing exponentially.

Resources were cultivated, businesses boomed, and the entire structure of the world was transformed.

And of course, the Battle Angels themselves were the primary reason—at least 70-80% of the reason the Human Realm could claim such a prestigious title.

Without them, the Human Realm would still be powerful, certainly.

But it would never possess the overwhelming might that made other realms tremble.

The Battle Angels were the gatekeepers, the ultimate deterrent.

They were the reason the Human Realm could live in peace, never fearing invasion or subjugation.

In essence, the Battle Angels themselves were a super collider force, independent of the realm they protected.

The second Super Collider World was the Abyssal Realm, ruled by the Eternal Queen.

She had been a powerhouse on the same scale as the Battle Angels themselves, commanding an entire dimension filled with monstrous creations that could annihilate even the strongest blessed.

The Battle Angels had ventured into that realm years ago to confront her, and they had endured horrors and nightmares that would have broken lesser beings.

But it wasn’t just the realm’s inhabitants or the Queen’s power that made it a Super Collider world.

It was the fact that the Abyssal Realm had the ability to merge with other realms.

Every time the Eternal Queen invaded and slaughtered a world’s people, enslaved its survivors, and claimed it for her own, her realm would extend tendrils of darkness into the conquered territory.

It would swallow the realm whole, absorbing its resources and adding its power to her own.

The more she invaded, the larger and more terrifying her realm became.

But after the Eternal Queen’s defeat at the hands of the Battle Angels, the Abyssal Realm had begun to fragment.

The realms that had been stolen, that had been subsumed by her darkness, began to pull away, returning to their original states.

The natives, no longer under the Queen’s horrific control, wept with joy at their liberation.

The Abyssal Realm itself had been sealed off, forbidden to all except the Battle Angels themselves and those they granted permission to enter.

The Federation and various noble houses had repeatedly demanded access, claiming they wished to conduct research—though everyone knew they were really just looking for artifacts and treasures they could exploit.

But the Battle Angels had refused, and when a Battle Angel said no, that was the end of the discussion.

Since then, the Abyssal Realm’s power had declined significantly.

It could no longer truly be considered a super collider world—it had fallen from that lofty height.

But it had once been one, and that memory alone was enough to inspire terror.

The existence of these two Super Collider Worlds was widely considered a fluke of history—a convergence of circumstances so extraordinary that they could never be replicated.

The human realm had the Battle Angels, and the Abyssal Realm had the Eternal Queen.

Those were the only two beings in existence capable of elevating an entire realm to such heights.

Or so everyone had believed.

Now, it seemed, a third Super Collider World had emerged—one that no one had predicted, one that had come from absolutely nowhere.

This was why everyone at the table felt so tense.

A third Super Collider World meant a realm that could potentially go to war with their own—a war that wouldn’t be simple or one-sided.

The levels of the two realms could be roughly equal, which meant a third party with significant power now existed, whose intentions were completely unknown.

It was a powder keg waiting to explode.

—

Now that the truth was finally out, all three sisters let out a collective sigh of relief that seemed to deflate their bodies entirely.

A massive burden had been lifted from their shoulders, and they slumped in their seats with palpable exhaustion.

The truth was that after stumbling upon this revelation, none of them had known what to do.

Even though they were all exceptionally capable—holding positions that most people twice their age could only dream of, possessing powers that defied comprehension—this was a problem on a scale none of them had ever imagined.

This was a problem for their mothers, the five Battle Angels who had shaped the very fabric of their world.

But at the same time, they had felt the weight of responsibility.

They wanted to share the burdens of their family, not simply hand them off to their mothers, who had already sacrificed so much.

They had their pride too—they didn’t want to be treated like children who couldn’t handle their own affairs.

So they had kept the investigation secret, carrying the weight of their discovery alone.

They had been passing a hot potato between them, each terrified of dropping it, each terrified of the implications of what they had found.

But that relief was short-lived.

Because Mika was reacting exactly the way they had—slumping in his seat with a distraught look, his face pale, like he had given up on everything.

To see the man they all trusted so implicitly, the one who made them feel safe even when the world was burning react with such despair was devastating.

Astrid reached out, intending to comfort him, to tell him everything would be alright, to fulfill her self-appointed role as his "older sister" and soothe his fears.

But before she could say anything, Mika suddenly started flapping his hands around in a panic.

"It’s over!"

He wailed, his voice cracking with genuine distress.

"It’s all over! I can’t believe I lost this damn bet!"

The three sisters exchanged bewildered glances.

This was not what they had expected him to say.

But Mika just continued, rubbing his head in frustration.

"I thought for sure I would win! It was such an easy bet! I didn’t even think she stood a chance!"

"But now? Everything is lost!"

He threw his hands up in the air, his voice dripping with dramatic dismay.

"I’m going to be spanked to oblivion! My ass is going to swell up to twice its size!"

Astrid blinked, completely thrown off. "Hold on, Mika. What exactly are you talking about?"

Charlotte leaned forward, her curiosity piqued despite the gravity of the situation.

"What bet? We’re talking about a world-class event here—something that could cause the extinction of our entire realm!"

She tilted her head, studying him with a peculiar expression. "And here you are, talking about bets and spankings. I don’t understand."

Anya, ever the analyst, tilted her head as she stared at him.

"Perhaps Mika has gone a little crazy." She suggested coolly.

"From the stress of realizing the world might end soon. It’s a reasonable psychological response."

All three sisters nodded in agreement, convinced this was the most logical explanation.

Mika coughed, sitting up straight with a look of annoyance.

"What are you three talking about? Do I look like I’ve gone crazy?"

All three of them nodded without hesitation.

Mika’s eye twitched.

"Fine. Since you’re all so eager to jump to conclusions, let me explain."

He straightened in his seat, the earlier despair fading as he launched into his story.

"The bet I’m talking about is the one I made with your second aunt."

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere changed dramatically.

The second aunt Mika was referring to was none other than the Maiden of War and Carnage.

The one they called the Strongest Spear and the Strongest Shield simultaneously.