Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True
Chapter 193

"Nao!! Aaaaah—!"

The Lich King Rory… no, now Rory, bathed in the light of divine law, was no longer a lich the moment the curse was lifted. He had reverted to his former self—the High Chancellor of the Gava Principality.

Freed from the undying curse, he was reborn in the corridors of history, regaining the radiant power he once wielded. Within the domain of divine law, cleaved open by the hovering sword above, he felt his strength surge to unprecedented heights.

In the next instant, realizing what had transpired, Rory immediately turned his gaze toward the Spatial Dragon ahead.

In terms of raw power, the ancient dragons, renowned for their individual might, stood unrivaled atop the hierarchy of the Divine Continent. And Autofis, the Dragon King, was no exception. Even during Rory’s tenure as High Chancellor—let alone in his previous state as the Lich King—he would have had no choice but to retreat before the unleashed fury of such a beast.

But Autofis was still shackled by the 'Great Annihilation,' a parasitic force sapping his strength. With Rory’s curse now broken, his power surged further, no longer hindered by the environment. The scales of victory had tipped decisively.

"No one can stop me now, dragon. I was the one who brought down the Sky City all those years ago, and today, I will personally strike you down as well!"

Rory stretched out a hand, manipulating the divine light saturating the space around him, summoning the sacred weapon, [Sword of Damocles], preparing to unleash a thunderous strike upon Autofis.

Yet, the weak divine-blooded one who had slipped into the treasury, the wisp of cursed energy that had seeped inside, and the sudden, joyous cry of the dragon—all filled Rory with unease. He needed to enter the treasury immediately to uncover the truth. If Nao had truly been resurrected today, he would fight to the death.

"ROAR!" Autofis let out a pained bellow.

Before the Sword of Damocles could fully manifest in Rory’s grasp, the pure white energy of divine law had already pierced through the layered folds of space, pressing against the dragon’s massive form. But the greatest damage came from the black fissures creeping across his scales.

Even the dragon’s hide, impervious to both physical and magical assaults, cracked helplessly under the assault of these dark rifts. Golden-red blood spilled forth, only to be swiftly dissolved by the surrounding divine light.

Autofis still struggled defiantly, but everyone knew he was on the verge of collapse. One more strike from Rory’s sword would seal his fate.

Even in this moment of tension, even as Rory—who had once felled the Sky City—stood on the brink of slaying an ancient dragon, he couldn’t suppress a surge of pride and satisfaction.

‘I am about to conquer an ancient dragon!’

This thought solidified in his mind alongside the gradual materialization of the Sword of Damocles.

But in the next instant, a familiar figure appeared abruptly atop the dragon’s head—so suddenly that Rory hadn’t even sensed her arrival. It resembled spatial teleportation, yet there was no trace of magical disturbance.

Especially baffling was the fact that this entire region was saturated with divine law, linked directly to Rory himself, yet he hadn’t detected even the slightest ripple of energy from her appearance.

[Would you like to bind ‘Spatial Dragon’ Autofis Lield Lorn as your mount?]

[Yes]

"ROOOOAR—!"

The moment Ye Bai confirmed her choice, a triumphant roar erupted from Autofis. Simultaneously, the creeping black fissures of annihilation froze mid-spread before abruptly fading away, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Were it not for the slowly healing wounds on the dragon’s body, one might have doubted the fissures had ever been there at all.

"Success." Ye Bai exhaled in relief.

In the past, the donkey form that had served as Ye Bai’s mount was merely a compressed fragment of Autofis—data reshaped by Nao’s curse. The true Dragon King, in his full, unshackled form, would have immediately triggered the data-purge protocol.

And once the purge began, even Ye Bai couldn’t halt it through the console.

So she had devised a new solution—after reclaiming her identity as the Divine Sovereign and Game Administrator, she re-established her bond with Autofis through the system.

Player data always took precedence in the game’s hierarchy.

Thus, the purge protocol, recognizing Autofis as critical data, instantly exempted him from deletion.

When Ye Bai first arrived in the Divine Realm, the game hadn’t yet entered open beta. Even as an administrator, she hadn’t been able to utilize the binding system. Both Kraken and Autofis had been genuine companions, but their connections hadn’t been formally registered in the game’s framework.

Back then, when she had found Kraken, she had even attempted to code a makeshift pet system through the console. Limited by functionality, it resulted in the crude and rudimentary interface she later encountered.

Ironically, that pet system hadn’t worked then—but ten thousand years later, it had manifested on Ye Bai. The same principle now applied to the mount system.

"Impossible! How—how can it be you?!"

The abrupt shift left Rory reeling. Ye Bai’s appearance hadn’t just dispelled the 'Annihilation'—it had also allowed Autofis to break free from the divine law’s restraints.

His eyes locked onto Ye Bai, standing atop the dragon’s head, Rory’s half-formed Sword of Damocles wavered. "Y-you… how… where is Nao?!"

The curse had been lifted—so why had Ye Bai emerged from the treasury instead of the resurrected Nao he had expected?

Rory’s instincts screamed that something was different. Though Ye Bai’s appearance hadn’t changed, she now carried an indescribable aura of authority and pressure…

Then, in the void beside Ye Bai, a slender line traced itself into existence. A long, elegant hand reached through, as if parting a curtain of reality itself.

A silver-haired, black-eyed figure—the Supreme Cursecaster—materialized in the signature manner of the Voidkin, hovering a respectful step behind and to the side of Ye Bai. His posture was effortless, as though this position had always been his alone.

Of course, Nao’s feet never touched the dragon’s head, maintaining a respectful distance.

Even if Autofis was among the most easygoing of ancient dragons, prone to filching snacks from Ye Bai’s inventory with his spatial magic, a dragon was still a dragon. In all the realms, only the true Divine Sovereign could command the pride of such a creature as her mount.

"Rory, you're truly fortunate to be the first in this era to have an audience with the God King." Naoh, now visible, spoke his first words to Rory, who had harbored hatred for him for countless years.

What?!

Rory's eyes widened in shock. His gaze swept past Naoh, who stood before him, and landed on the figure behind. The imagery from the prophetic painting surged violently in his mind—the towering figure in the painting began to overlap with Ye Bai, who now stood atop the dragon's head...

"No! Impossible!"

The next moment, Rory's eyes burned crimson. He tore apart the prophetic visions flashing in his mind, consumed by boundless fury and resentment. At this very moment, he unleashed the full extent of his power.

"I was the protagonist of the Sealed Era! I am the mightiest born of humanity! I annihilated the dragons, lived for millennia, and wielded the sacred radiance... I should be the God King!"

With every word, Rory's aura and strength surged. Memories of his life's journey flashed through his mind, his spirit reaching its zenith. He knew he was about to unleash the most devastating strike of his existence.

His target—the figure standing atop the dragon's head!

"Sword of Damocles!"

Rory raised his right hand, summoning the descent of the Sword of Damocles.

Among the apex races of the divine realm, humanity appeared the most balanced—or rather, the most unremarkable. They lacked the Voidlings' intellect, the elves' artistry, the Infernals' fertility, the Abyssals' regenerative prowess, and even the dragons' individual might among the Radiant Awakened.

Yet, humanity possessed one unique trait: the 'Hero' attribute. In the collective consciousness of humankind, the most revered Radiant Awakened could unleash the greatest explosive power among all races, often achieving miracles of overcoming the strong with the weak.

Ordinary human Awakened might not match the usual strength of other races, but when they became the king embodying humanity's collective will, their power would skyrocket.

In the 'Sealed Era' initiated by Naoh, Rory had been humanity's most promising Radiant Awakened, a legend of his time, just one step away from becoming the King of Humanity. He could already summon the divine weapon, the Sword of Damocles, though he couldn't unleash its full power.

When Naoh journeyed among the races and approached Rory, he proposed dispersing the accumulating Radiant bloodline within him to ensure the survival of humanity and other races. To Rory, this was nothing but an excuse to bar him from attaining ultimate strength.

Thus, Naoh cursed him using the death laws embedded in the Deathly Hallows, sealing most of Rory's Radiant power within him. As long as Rory lived, no other Radiant Awakened would reach the critical threshold, allowing humanity to survive in this diminished state.

Yet, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‍no one expected Rory to show no mercy even to his own descendants. Using flesh magic, he stripped and gathered Radiant power generation after generation. At the peak of his prestige, in the corridors of history, he employed this sacrificial substitute to summon the Sword of Damocles.

However, as Rory erupted with power, Autofis and Naoh remained eerily calm, as if everything was under their control.

"Sword of Damocles."

The same invocation echoed from Ye Bai's lips.

To Rory's disbelief, the divine weapon he could barely summon at great cost took form effortlessly in Ye Bai's grasp—its brilliance incomparable to his own feeble attempt.

As boundless radiance descended from Ye Bai's strike, Rory heard Naoh's voice—

"I forgot to mention—among Lord Bai Ye's many titles since the beginning, one is the Eternal Radiance."

During the God King's reign, Ye Bai commanded five kings of the apex races, yet the seat of Humanity's King remained vacant. For she was not just the God King—she was also the wielder of the Sword of Damocles, the King of Humanity in that era.

Radiance was her identity. Eternity, her authority.

The 'Eternal King' spoken by Naoh and Eno Lucia was no mere honorific—it was the manifestation of true power.

And what power could be deemed 'eternal'?

Time, of course.

As the Sword of Damocles, gleaming like pure light, descended upon Rory, he felt himself regressing.

Not in power, but in time. The Rory who had just broken free from his cursed state reverted to his lich form. Locked by the divine weapon, he was now subjected to the erosion of the Radiant laws around him. Yet the reversal continued—back to before he had broken the curse.

But this was no salvation. The Radiant power that once belonged to him returned to the surrounding laws, just as he had once amassed it. The regression carried on until he reached his very beginning—before he had ever awakened his Radiant power.

Finally, all of Rory's power, born of radiance, along with his life, was returned to the light.