Preparation for Retaliation

With a fierce determination in his heart, Siverra worked tirelessly day and night, pushing the limits of what was possible to expand his base. For a whole year, he devoted every moment to his project, using highly advanced materials to build walls and basic houses that would rival even the most populous kingdoms in terms of sophistication and terror.

As he surveyed the fruits of his labor, Siverra knew it was time to take the next step. He walked over to the portal leading to his dimension and opened it, eager to check on the villagers he had brought over. What he saw astonished him.

As he descended from the portal, Siverra could see that the village had transformed into a thriving community of cultivators. The books he had left behind had provided them with the knowledge and tools they needed to hone their skills, and the village elder himself had reached the peak of cultivation.

"Elder, you have ascended to the peak!" Siverra exclaimed in awe, hardly believing what he was seeing. "With all the mana you absorbed from the real world over the years, you have become incredibly powerful."

The words dripped from the ancient man's lips, his voice raspy with age but filled with a iet pride. "Yes," he said, "I have established a sect here. We are the 'God Searching Sect'. I am the leader and from the moment you left it has been around 3000 years..."

Siverra's heart swelled with happiness at hearing the news, but before he could even finish his sentence, he was abruptly cut off.

"You know," the ancient man continued, his voice still steady, "we waited for you. You just left us here. However, we are appreciative. You gave us peace and a place to live and for that, I forgive you."

Siverra's expression softened as he realized the depth of the old man's forgiveness. He listened intently as the man spoke again. "I'm ready, we are all ready to return. There's also a few here that want to see what the real world is like as well."

As the ancient man gazed upon the faces of the people he had known for countless years, Siverra could discern that only a handful of them had managed to survive the passage of time. The rest were a new generation, eager to venture forth and explore the world beyond the confines of their secluded sect.

"I understand. Please forgive me, Village Elder. But I've completed all my preparations! I'm ready to lead you all into the real world! Our kingdom will rise," Siverra beamed with pride and joy.

"Excellent. However, I won't be able to join you on your journey. I'm far too old, and I must tend to my sect's disciples. But I would like to entrust my finest disciple to you - his name is Jeran. He's just fifteen years old, yet he's already reached the pinnacle of his training. He's been imbued with many techniques since he was young, enabling him to attain great heights. Moreover, he possesses knowledge and skills that are unknown to the outside world. We've made progress in our own unique way," the old man explained. Siverra nodded his understanding; he wasn't going to force the elder to leave against his will.

"Jeran, come here!" the old man bellowed. In a flash, a young boy darted into the room, his diminutive stature belying the immense power he exuded.

Siverra's eyes glimmered with admiration as he observed the astonishing display of strength. "Not bad, just by pure strength alone he's about as strong as my gorilla!" he exclaimed, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

The old man regarded Siverra with a solemn expression, a weighty gravity in his voice as he spoke. "Yes...with monster ranking he is an SSS Class Catastrophe rating," he said, his eyes fixed intently upon Siverra. "Take care of him well. If he's in danger, don't hesitate to throw me out!"

Siverra nodded, acknowledging the importance of his charge's safety. "I understand," he replied. "I will also set the time here as 1000 years in the real world. That way, you won't die before I need you!"

"As long as I am of use to you, I am happy," the man responded, his lips curling into a bittersweet smile. "I'm sure some of the other cultivators would be happy to join your kingdom. Good luck to you, god." His voice trembled slightly as he watched Siverra depart, tears shimmering in his eyes. He knew that his life had been irrevocably altered by this chance encounter.

As the days passed by, Siverra meticulously handpicked his most trusted and skilled warriors, carefully selecting each one based on their proficiency in combat and unwavering loyalty to him. With a sense of purpose and conviction, he rallied these chosen few and rallied them to his cause, emboldening them with his vision of vanquishing the God of Chaos once and for all.

As he led his army out of the dimensional portal, the sun shone brilliantly above them, casting its radiance upon the thousand-strong host of soldiers, each one resolute in their determination to serve their king and protect their kingdom. The sight was breathtaking, the clash of steel ringing out as they marched in unison, their armaments and regalia glinting in the sunlight like a sea of diamonds.

With a sense of foreboding and excitement, Siverra knew that the time for war had finally arrived. He had brought with him not only his army, but also his kingdom, ready to do battle with the God of Chaos himself. The