“The Glimmers faction and the giant faction have never gotten along. Word is, not long ago, they had a massive war in the Orion Basin. Two level 20 giants and some Glimmers heavyweights bit it…”

  Glimmers is the faction creator god Aether set up. Course, Aether’s not a creator god yet—deities like to call him Primordial Lumina.

  Rumor has it Aether was the first spark of light born in the chaos.

  Think about it—Oliver’s roamed countless zones in the chaos, covering who-knows-how-many billion kilometers, and it’s all pitch-black darkness.

  Deities mostly rely on soul senses to pick up on stuff.

  The only faint glows? Places with fire, like the Chaos Fire Sea.

  But Aether’s not firelight—he’s pure light.

  A unique being made of light that totally clashes with the chaos’s eternal dark.

  A deity like that? Born destined to be a big deal.

  The faction he built, The Unshaped Glimmers, has been beefing with giant Ymir’s crew forever.

  Truth is, Oliver’s known this stuff for a while from the Book of the Chaos Era. He even knows that down the line, Aether’s gonna kill Ymir, take over the chaos, and kick off the creation myth.

  Heck, that chunk of Ymir’s flesh he got from the World Tree not long ago? Probably leftover from one of Aether and Ymir’s brawls.

  “Word is, the Glimmers faction’s not as strong as the giants’, but I hear joining them doesn’t mean becoming a slave…”

  “You serious? Then I wanna join!”

  “Heh, Glimmers is one of the chaos’s top dogs—maybe not giant-level, but you think you can just waltz in? I heard to join, you gotta cough up materials for forging an S-tier item.”

  “Materials for an S-tier item? That’s crazy rare—where do you even find that?”

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  “The materials are pricey, sure, but the real kicker’sivatives the distance. We’re deep in giant territory. To reach Glimmers, you’d have to cross countless basins—way too many dangers on the way.”

  Right now, deities split the chaos world into zones based on chaos energy currents, calling them basins—kinda like galaxies in Oliver’s future life.

  Roughly speaking, a chaos basin’s about the same scale as a galaxy or constellation.

  “Joining them’s tough as hell, but if you make it as a Glimmers member, no more getting bullied or robbed by giants… Heck, I heard Glimmers has master smiths who can forge S-tier gear—that’s why they need so many S-tier materials…”

  “Shh! Keep it down! You spouting off like that—if those warrior lackeys hear, we’re screwed.”

  A bunch of deities huddle up, arguing hotly.

  An old-looking deity, full of longing, shares tales from his travels across countless basins. His talk about the Glimmers faction grabs everyone’s attention.

  Oliver’s listening, and it’s blowing his mind.

  All these years, he’s been a lone wolf in the chaos—growing, getting stronger solo.

  But the chaos world out there? It’s changed big-time.

  Giants have started building city-states, whole nations, across tons of basins.

  Oliver used to think these giants were just, like, nobles.

  Now? They’re not just nobles—they’re rulers, kings, emperors.

  The giants’ reach is way bigger than he figured.

  Plus, Oliver’s getting a clearer picture of the chaos world’s geography for the first time.

  Like, the zone he’s in right now? It’s called the Water Palace Basin, ruled by water giant Aegir.

  Its turf stretches hundreds of thousands of light-years—bit bigger than the Milky Way.

  Yup, its domain’s so huge you measure it in light-years.

  Oliver’s 4.4-million-kilometer body feels tiny in a range that massive. Course, that’s normal—think of a human ruling a county or city-state.

  Their body’s way smaller than the land they control. Nobody’s gotta be city-sized to rule one, right?

  The Water Palace Basin, among the chaos’s countless basins, is clearly just a small-time one.

  Water giant Aegir’s only level 15, after all. It’s his giant blood that lets him rule—otherwise, level 15? No way you’re running even a small basin.

  “I wanna join Glimmers…”

  Oliver muses.

  He’s got a gut feeling—because of Alex, and his beef with the water giant, he’s gonna clash hard with the giant faction.

  The giant faction’s got too many powerhouses—some deities are probably level 20, maybe 30 or 40. No way Oliver’s a match for them now.

  If he wants to survive safer, signing up with a faction that’s anti-giant’s a solid move.

  Not to mention, Oliver’s already super curious about Aether.

  Getting in touch with Aether—or just learning more about him—might give Oliver a huge boost in building his own universe!