Chapter 192: A World Reborn, Giant’s Paradise

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Without waiting for his response, Riven raised one hand and exerted the power of his Authority as a Lord. A crown of soft golden light appeared above his head for a brief moment, pulsing gently with quiet authority.

Then...

FLUOSH!

Space tore open with a soft, wet sound. Unlike the violent crack and shattering that normal Gates produced when they were conjured, this opening was gentle and almost silent. It felt more like a living membrane being carefully parted than a dimensional wound being forced open.

From the tear, an oval of swirling black-and-gold mist formed in the air and spiraled rapidly into a stable dimensional gate that led to another world entirely.

Through it, the new realm became clearly visible.

Riven’s eyes widened as he admired the beauty of it all.

Rolling grasslands stretched out under a sky that was neither fully day nor night, bathed in a soft, eternal twilight. A distant castle of black stone rose from a battlefield littered with giant bones. Misty forests whispered with half-seen shapes moving between the trees. A dark nether swamp pulsed with deep purple light in the distance.

Further away, tall green forests of enormous trees stood proudly. Gardens of flowers taller than houses bloomed in vibrant colors. Lakes and flowing rivers decorated the landscape, creating a completely otherworldly scene that felt both ancient and newly born.

From the memories of what he had once seen of Gigantia, this place felt like an even more complete fragment of that lost world — the long-forgotten World of Giants that had fallen against the Blood Moon.

"Giant’s Paradise..." Riven muttered, a faint smile appearing on his face. "A fitting name, I suppose."

This new Dungeon was not only packed full of dense Spiritual Energy, but it was also much bigger and stronger than either of the original realms. He could also detect caves both underground and within most of the mountains.

What surprised him most were the Ten High Giants he had summoned. They stepped out of caverns underground one after another, narrowing their eyes as they felt the gentle light coming into contact with their clear blue skin for the first time in this new form.

"The World has changed," one of them declared, his deep voice filled with quiet wonder. "It has a sky... it has... air...!"

"This is all the Divine Lord’s great miracle. He has given us a bigger world," said their leader with a warm smile. "It almost feels like... home?"

"Home?" wondered another giantess, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "Whatever do you mean by ’home,’ Ragnar?"

"Perhaps you don’t remember..." Ragnar said slowly, his gaze distant. "Maybe I shouldn’t either. But now that I see this... the blue grass, the giant trees, the mountains, and our beautiful sky... I cannot stop thinking about a home I never visited. A place we all lived in, long ago..."

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"..."

The giants stared in silence at their leader, then turned their eyes back toward the sky. Fragments of memories of a world they had never consciously visited began slowly resurfacing within their minds. The more they walked across the soft grass, the more they touched the massive trees, the more they felt the refreshing breeze moving across their large bodies, the stronger those memories became.

All of this felt exactly like it.

Like...

"Home..."

Ragnar shed a few quiet tears as he fell to his knees, facing the faint light coming from the skies. He watched the passing clouds, felt the spiritual energy, and breathed in the pure mana that filled the air.

He reached down, touched the grass, grabbed a handful, and brought it to his face to smell it.

"It’s home... we’re home, everyone."

The Giants’ eyes widened. One after another they fell to their knees as well, crying desperately as if something long buried had suddenly awakened inside them.

As Riven watched the scene from afar, he could not help but smile faintly. His theory had been right. These Believers he had summoned were the reincarnated souls of the many giants that had been turned into undead within the original dungeon.

Or well... ten of them, for now.

"Maybe I cannot go back in time to save your planet the way I am trying to do with mine," he whispered under his breath. "But I will do my best to recreate it, even if only a little..."

His quiet whisper carried on the wind. The giants looked into the distance and noticed a small figure standing beyond the grassland.

Despite how small he was compared to all of them, he carried a divine will so strong that it made their eyes open wide with recognition and reverence.

"Master..."

"Divine Lord!"

"He’s here!"

They all began to celebrate as Riven walked toward them. Vladimir and his Shadow Self followed behind, both of them feeling the refreshing, faint wind and smelling the rich scent of nature and wet soil for the first time in this place.

It was truly breathtaking. They took in the sight of the gigantic mountains and forests, the enormous flower gardens, and the vast open sky.

"What a sight," Vladimir muttered while looking into the distance, a rare note of genuine wonder in his voice. "It makes me want to run and run and run... and never stop."

"..." Riven’s Shadow Self said nothing, but he silently admired the beauty of the nature surrounding them, his usual cold presence softened for a moment.

"Ragnar, everyone," Riven greeted the Ten Giants as he approached. His voice carried clearly across the open field. "This is the world that was born from the union of your Dungeon with a Spiritual Realm called Spring Paradise. I seized that realm from someone very vile, and I have decided to make this place your home. There’s fresh air, a sky, mountains, and forests. The wilderness has expanded massively, and it is yours to take. Remember, however, to always take in moderation, and to never abuse the fragile balance of nature."

The giants listened in complete silence, their massive forms still kneeling in the grass as the weight of his words settled over them. For the first time in a long while, the land beneath them did not feel like a prison or a battlefield.

It felt like a new beginning.

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