Chapter 777: The Final Fucking Mission

Inside the [Divine Gym World], Garion was lying comfortably on a large bed with Rachel resting peacefully beside him.

The bed stood beneath the newly formed sky, surrounded by the gentle warmth of Rachel’s [Love] authority, which continued spreading throughout the world.

Compared to the absolute madness taking place outside, this place felt peaceful.

Far too peaceful.

Rachel leaned against Garion’s chest, her beautiful pink-gold eyes carrying a soft, satisfied smile.

After spending an entire day enjoying a rather intense bed fight, both of them looked ridiculously relaxed and content.

Rachel gently traced one finger across Garion’s chest before smiling. "This world feels much warmer now. I can feel my authority slowly connecting with everything around us."

Garion grinned lazily, wrapping one arm around her waist. "Of course! My beautiful wife moved in. Naturally, the property value went through the fucking roof!"

Rachel couldn’t help giggling at his ridiculous explanation. "Shameless."

"Honest," Garion immediately corrected with a proud grin.

Rachel shook her head helplessly, but the affectionate smile on her face never disappeared.

At that moment, the ground beneath them pulsed faintly with pink-gold light, and gentle waves of warmth spread across the surrounding land.

Although the [Divine Gym World] was still young and weak, Rachel’s presence had already begun changing it.

Her [Love] authority was gradually nurturing the world, allowing its newly formed laws to become more harmonious and stable.

Garion looked around with satisfaction before nodding. "Heh! Not bad at all. At this rate, this place might actually become a proper world sooner than I expected."

Rachel smiled gently and rested her head against his chest again. "Then we’ll help it grow slowly. There’s no need to rush, darling. A world needs time and care to flourish, just like a family."

Garion’s grin softened as he looked down at her. "Heh, you’ve already started treating this whole world like your baby, huh?"

Rachel giggled softly. "Well, it is a part of you, isn’t it? Of course I’ll take good care of it."

Garion was just about to respond with another shameless remark when the space beside their bed suddenly began rippling.

A moment later, Atlas appeared out of thin air.

The little system spirit floated beside the bed, crossed his arms, and stared silently at the ridiculously comfortable couple.

Garion immediately pulled the blanket a little higher, covering himself and Rachel as he glared at the little system spirit floating beside their bed.

"Bro, you better have a really fucking good reason for showing up right now. Can’t you see I’m spending some quality time with my wife?"

However, this time, Atlas didn’t respond with his usual sarcastic remarks.

Instead, his expression was unusually serious, so serious that even Garion immediately noticed something was wrong.

His grin slowly disappeared as he sat up. "Wait... Atlas? What’s wrong, bro?"

Atlas took a deep breath, his tiny face carrying an expression Garion had rarely seen before.

[Garion... there’s news. Very important news. Probably the most important news we’ve ever received.]

Garion frowned, his expression becoming increasingly serious. "Important news? What the hell could be so important that even you’re making a face like that?"

Atlas didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slowly raised one hand, causing a system panel to materialize in the air before them.

However, this time, the panel was completely different from anything Garion had ever seen before.

Rather than the familiar blue-white system interface, the panel was entirely golden, radiating an ancient and overwhelming authority.

Even Atlas appeared unable to fully control it.

Rachel, who had been resting comfortably beside Garion, immediately sat up as well.

Her pink-gold eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed the terrifying authority emanating from the golden panel.

Atlas stared at the panel for a moment before finally speaking, his voice heavier than ever.

[A new mission has been issued, Garion. But this time, it’s different from every other mission we’ve received.]

He paused briefly before continuing.

[Because this mission was issued directly by the Creator of the System.]

Garion’s eyes widened in shock. "What?! The fucking Creator?!"

Even Rachel couldn’t hide her surprise.

She knew just how mysterious and powerful the system was, especially after witnessing the countless impossible things it had allowed Garion to accomplish.

The mere thought that the existence responsible for creating such a system had personally issued a mission was enough to make her expression turn serious.

However, Atlas wasn’t finished.

He slowly looked toward Garion, his expression becoming even more solemn.

[And according to the message accompanying this mission... this is the final mission.]

Garion blinked. "The... final mission?"

Atlas nodded slowly.

[Yes, Garion. And when I say final, I mean the absolute final mission. There won’t be another one after this. This is the end.]

For several seconds, Garion simply stared at Atlas, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard.

Then, his eyes widened even further as he suddenly shouted.

"WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?! THE FINAL MISSION?! YOU MEAN THE FUCKING END?!"

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Rachel gently placed a hand on Garion’s arm, her expression remaining calm despite the shocking revelation. "Darling, calm down first. Let’s see what the mission actually says before jumping to conclusions."

Garion took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before nodding. "Right... you’re right. Alright, Atlas, show me the damn panel. I want to see what the hell is going on."

Atlas nodded and waved his tiny hand, causing the golden system panel to unfold before them.

The moment it fully appeared, an overwhelming, majestic authority spread through the surroundings, carrying an unmistakable sense of arrogance and absolute supremacy.

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[Final Mission Announcement]

[My dear little candidates, I trust you have been enjoying the opportunities this seat has so generously bestowed upon you.]

[Over the ages, this seat has created countless systems and scattered countless candidates across innumerable worlds, granting each of you an opportunity that even the mightiest beings could only dream of obtaining.]

[Yet despite all this time, not a single one of you has managed to reach my throne and stand before me.]

[How disappointing. Truly, this seat expected much better from those fortunate enough to receive my gifts.]

[Frankly, I have grown tired of waiting for you little creatures to finally accomplish something worthwhile.]

[Therefore, this seat has decided to accelerate matters.]

[One year from now, all remaining candidates shall be forcibly transported into a separate battlefield dimension personally prepared by this seat.]

[There, you may fight, scheme, betray, struggle, slaughter, or employ whatever pathetic little tricks your minds can devise. This seat does not care how you achieve victory.]

[Only the final survivor shall be recognized as the sole chosen one.]

[And that fortunate individual shall inherit the right to fulfill the true purpose for which these systems were created.]

[As for those unfortunate little candidates who received their systems later than the others, there is no need to complain about unfairness.]

[This seat is, after all, an exceedingly generous existence.]

[Therefore, from this very moment, all restrictions placed upon your respective systems shall be lifted. Every function, authority, and capability previously sealed shall become available to you.]

[Consider this a personal gift from this seat. You would do well to appreciate my generosity.]

[Now then, my dear little candidates, you have exactly one year to prepare yourselves.]

[Grow stronger. Struggle desperately. Exhaust every opportunity available to you.]

[And when the appointed time arrives, come entertain this seat with a spectacle worthy of my attention.]

[Do not disappoint me again.]

[After all, if you cannot even survive this little competition, then you were never worthy of standing before me in the first place.]

[So struggle beautifully, my little candidates.]

[And if you must perish... at least have the decency to die in a manner that amuses me.]

[The Creator of All Systems]

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