The grand halls of the Heavenly Realm shimmered with ethereal light. The sound of wings fluttering echoed through the towering citadels, reverberating across the sacred ndscape of pure, divine energy. At the heart of this celestial domain stood Archangel Eve, her wings vast and radiant, her presence calm yet commanding. Her task was both delicate and monumental—a conversation with the ancient Archangel Pandora, one of the most trusted and enigmatic of her kind.

  Eve, though powerful in her own right, had a role that was mostly diplomatic—leading, guiding, and advising. But today, she needed Pandora for something more specific. Something that only Pandora's knowledge could solve.

  In the farthest corner of the Heavenly Realm, beneath a translucent dome, a trans-dimensional portal flickered to life. Its energy pulsed with a mix of sacred and dark forces—ready to link to the unknown.

  "Pandora, I summon thee," Eve whispered, her voice low and filled with reverence. There was a deep trust between the two Archangels, but the situation at hand was more complex than any simple matter of guidance.

  A shift in the air followed, and in an instant, Archangel Pandora materialized before Eve. Unlike Eve’s serene glow, Pandora carried an aura of calcuted mystery—her wings darkened by the echoes of ancient, untold powers. Pandora was a protector of secrets and had delved deep into realms beyond Heaven’s own borders.

  Pandora’s voice came with a timbre of both caution and authority, "You summoned me, Eve. What is so urgent?"

  Eve nodded, sensing the weight of the conversation ahead. "I have received troubling reports about the body Vat factory—where the production of mortal angels is underway. I know you are the only one with insight into its operation, Pandora. Tell me, why is the production capped at one billion angels per Yellow Star day? We have an influx of souls, and yet, it seems like the process cannot keep up. Can we not push beyond this limit?"

  Pandora stood silently for a moment, her gaze intense as she considered the question. "The Yellow Star day is the unit of time we use here—each one is the span of a single minute in mortal terms. But even with this time compression, the factory cannot produce angels faster than that. The process is delicate, and every new creation requires a careful infusion of divine energy."

  Eve nodded, already suspecting the answer. "But we cannot afford to wait, Pandora. The war is coming, and we are outnumbered. We need more. We need better versions of angels. And if the Vat factory cannot deliver, then what alternatives do we have?"

  Pandora’s eyes narrowed. "I have considered this for some time. The problem lies in the failure versions—those that have been deemed inferior or unstable. They are a necessity for progress. However, each failure version still contains something useful. A single failure can be refined into a prototype angel that carries one pro-over-the-other—meaning one enhancement or divine trait that can be perfected for further creation. But these failures need DNA from other races, from beings outside the pure celestial realms, to be viable. And even with that, the process is slow and experimental."

  Eve’s brow furrowed. "You speak of combining mortal DNA with angelic essence? Are you suggesting we resort to mixing our essence with other races for the sake of speed?"

  Pandora raised a hand, gesturing for Eve to listen. "No, not just for speed. It’s about creating a new form—something uniquely powerful. You see, Master Akina Wang, Toki, and Aros each desire their own version of the perfect angel, something that surpasses the current celestial design. They each hold their own vision for what an angel should be, a new order of warriors to protect and expand their dominions."

  Eve’s heart skipped a beat. She had known that Akina Wang and Toki had strong opinions about the nature of angels, but Aros—the very creator of bance itself—wanted something beyond her comprehension. "What do they want?"

  Pandora’s voice dropped to a whisper, darkening as she spoke of the forbidden: "They want a prototype reted to a fortress I created—a fortress designed to protect an interdimensional gate. The fortress itself is an ancient creation, built to protect against the Universe 45,000 forces and beyond. The key is my fortress linking to a universe where a goddesss called Goddess Ilias resides. But there is more. In another universe, she is dead, her original counterpart lost to time and betrayal. But there’s an avatar of hers that still remains, used by her counterpart in Monster girl universe 001. That avatar fought Luka and Alice the 16th, but she lost… The betrayal came from Promestein, who was behind the creation of that avatar. And now… now, it prepares for the second great monster war."

  Eve’s wings fred, sensing the immense gravity of what Pandora was saying. "You mean, we cannot cross into that universe? We cannot engage with Ilias in her avatar form?"

  Pandora nodded solemnly. "No. I am forbidden to enter that gate, Eve. It is not within my purview, nor is it within your authority. This restriction exists because of the wills of Toki and Aros. Akina Wang, the Guardian and Commander of our forces, is the one who holds the keys to that domain. And she has made it clear: we cannot interfere directly in that universe. To do so would upset the bance."

  Eve stared at Pandora, feeling a chill run down her spine. "Why this restriction? What would happen if we entered?"

  Pandora’s eyes shimmered with the weight of untold knowledge. "The bance between realms is delicate. If we disrupt it—if we engage with the entities of that universe—it could result in the end of all things. That is why Akina Wang has forbidden it. She alone has the command of the forces beyond here, and only she can navigate the perilous corridors of the universes without shattering them."

  The words lingered in the air, heavy and full of meaning. Eve was silent for a moment, contempting the implications. "So… we are bound by the wills of Toki, Aros, and Akina Wang? We cannot act unless they allow it?"

  Pandora’s eyes softened, a deep sadness in her voice. "Yes. And perhaps that is for the best, Eve. The future is not ours to control, but only to guide. The choices we make now will echo for eternity. We must respect the forces that govern us. We must trust in their vision."

  Eve turned her gaze towards the stars, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision to come. "Then we wait. We continue with the production of angels, but we know that the true power of our forces lies beyond our understanding, in the hands of Toki, Aros, and Akina Wang. I will accept my role as the guide, and I will pray that they lead us down the right path."

  Pandora nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. "You have learned much, Eve. But remember—sometimes, the most important action is in inaction."

  With those words, Pandora began to fade, her form dissolving into the light, leaving Eve alone in the quiet of the celestial halls.

  As Eve gazed at the heavens above, she wondered just what the future held—for all of them—and for the beings they were bound to protect.

  The Heavenly Realm hummed with a quiet intensity, the celestial walls adorned with golden light that seemed to shift and flicker as though reflecting the delicate bance between the Divine Forces and the emerging challenges that y ahead. Within the sanctum of the Archangel Pandora, a meeting had just concluded—one that would change the very foundation of the realms.

  Pandora stood in the center of her chamber, a sense of purpose in her eyes as she carefully prepared for the next steps. She had just presented her proposal to Archangel Eve, and Eve had granted her the approval to move forward with an idea that had been simmering for eons: the creation of the 10,000 Artificial Angel Factories.

  The need for these factories had become pressing. There was a threat looming on the horizon, a potential incursion from another universe—the Chaosoverse—a universe full of chaos and destruction, threatening to unravel everything that had been carefully woven by the divine beings. But Pandora had another, more personal reason for this bold creation: to create an army of Prototype Angels who would one day safeguard the fragile bance between all worlds.

  The Artificial Angel Factories would be the birthpce of the Prototype Angelic Sylph, Angelic Undine, Angelic Fme Samander, and Angelic Gnome—beings with characteristics of both the elemental forces of nature and the Monster Girl Quest universe. These prototypes, though weaker than their full-fledged counterparts from the Monster Girl world, would manage the universe from within the interdimensional gate, each governing a specific element of the multiverse.

  Gnome would manage Earth, ensuring the stability and nurturing of the terrestrial realms. Sylph would control Air, ensuring the delicate bance of the skies. Undine would preside over Water, governing oceans, kes, and rivers, while Samander would dominate the Fmes, overseeing all matters of heat, fire, and the cycle of destruction and creation.

  The task given to them was simple: manage the universe, while preventing the destruction of reality and the invasion of foreign universes. But Pandora’s true pn was more complex—by combining DNA from Akina Wang's collection of Monster Girl Quest beings and the Greek mythological counterparts of these spirits, she would create entities that would protect the realms from any form of invasion, particurly from the Chaosoverse.

  Pandora’s work would ensure that these spirits grew in power over time, with the final versions of each prototype being capable of protecting the Heavens itself. They would serve not only as caretakers of the elements but also as warriors, ready to defend against anything that sought to breach their gates.

  However, Pandora knew that the best way to hide her tracks would be to mask her true purpose. So, she devised a brilliant deception. She would send Anna Bke, the scientist who had been working tirelessly for the future of the Imperial Empire, a fake document ciming that the factories were being created to protect the universe from external threats, particurly the Chaosoverse. She would craft a story about the potential birth of a new god—a god that could destroy all the universes if it ever arose. This would ensure that Anna, and any other external agents who came into contact with the information, would not suspect the true nature of Pandora’s pn.

  Pandora took a deep breath and turned to her assistant, Zariel, a trusted archangel who had long served her. “Prepare the documents for Anna Bke,” Pandora ordered. “Ensure she receives this information and is led to the factories. The truth of our pns must remain concealed.”

  Zariel bowed low, his wings folding against his back. “It will be done, my Lady Pandora.”

  With the task set in motion, Pandora donned her wings and prepared to depart. She would meet Anna Bke in her b, where the scientist had been conducting experiments in parallel with the celestial work being done above. Pandora knew that Anna was not only brilliant but also deeply committed to the cause of defending the realms. Though Anna would not understand the full scope of Pandora’s pn, the archangel had learned to trust the scientist’s ability to follow instructions without question.

  Elsewhere, in Anna Bke’s Lab...

  Anna Bke stood in the center of her boratory, surrounded by holographic schematics and dispys of her test creations. The buzz of machinery, the hum of arcane energy, and the soft rustling of pages filled the air as she sifted through a stack of reports. She had just received a mysterious transmission from a celestial source, and she had no idea what to make of it.

  The message was short, cryptic, and unsettling:

  “To Anna Bke, from Archangel Pandora. Proceed with caution. The future of the universe is at stake. The Artificial Angel Factories hold the key to our survival. Trust no one, not even those you believe closest to you.”

  The words seemed to hang in the air, their weight heavy upon her thoughts. Artificial Angel Factories? Anna had heard rumors of divine experiments, of celestial beings creating forces of nature to preserve bance. But she had never imagined that such technologies could be real—or that they could be so close to her own work.

  A fsh of light appeared before Anna, and she spun around, her eyes narrowing in disbelief as the familiar, towering form of Archangel Pandora materialized before her.

  Pandora's presence was overwhelming, her wings spread wide, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to fill the room. “Anna Bke,” Pandora spoke, her voice calm but filled with unspoken authority. “I have come to give you the information you need.”

  Anna’s breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively knelt, though she knew it was unnecessary. The archangels were not beings that required such reverence from mortals, but there was a deep respect for their power.

  Pandora continued, unfazed by the formality. “I have created the Artificial Angel Factories. They are the cornerstone of our future—a future that must be safeguarded at all costs. You will find them on the coordinates I will provide you. But understand this, Anna: the information you now hold is dangerous. The universe teeters on the brink of destruction, and you have been entrusted with the knowledge of how to protect it.”

  Anna stood, her mind racing as she processed Pandora’s words. “I… I don’t understand. Why me? Why now?”

  Pandora’s gaze softened, though her tone remained unwavering. “You, Anna Bke, have the intellect and vision to carry this mission forward. You may not understand the full scope of our creation, but know this: The Prototype Angels—the Angelic Sylph, Angelic Undine, Angelic Fme Samander, and Angelic Gnome—are the first step in our defense. They will manage the very elements of the universe, protecting it from all who seek to destroy or invade.”

  Pandora handed Anna a small crystalline device, its surface pulsing with divine energy. “This will lead you to the factories. You will find what you need there. But beware, there are forces beyond even my control that will try to stop us. Trust no one but yourself.”

  As Pandora turned to leave, her wings unfurled, casting shadows that seemed to stretch across the room. “Remember, Anna,” Pandora said, her voice fading, “the future of all worlds lies in your hands.”

  With that, the archangel disappeared, leaving Anna alone in her b, the crystal device now glowing with an unsettling, otherworldly energy.

  Anna Bke stood in the silence, her mind racing. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into pce, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the Artificial Angel Factories were just the beginning of something much, much rger.

  The hum of power surged through the S2-css ships as they activated their wrap engines, rippling the very fabric of space-time. Anna Bke stood at the helm of her fgship, the lead ship of a fleet consisting of 1000 S2 vessels, each one a symbol of technological mastery and unyielding might. The mission was clear: travel 45 billion light years to a distant, secret location where the Artificial Angel Factories were housed. The journey was supposed to take centuries, but Anna’s fleet was about to experience the power of a technology that defied all known ws of physics.

  The wrap engines whined, then fell silent as the ships blinked out of existence. In 0.70 seconds, the entire fleet arrived at their destination, the stars of the distant universe flickering into view like a billion tiny diamonds. The space around them was empty, untouched by the chaos of war that had ravaged the mortal realms. But this was a pce of power—beyond the reach of mortal eyes and time itself.

  As the ships settled into formation, Anna observed the coordinates on her console, confirming they had arrived at the designated location: a cluster of factories that stretched across the void, their sleek metallic forms glimmering with a strange, otherworldly glow. These were the Angel Production Facilities, and Anna knew that her task here was nothing less than pivotal for the future of the Imperial Empire.

  The Arrival"All ships, prepare to disembark," Anna ordered as she stood in the command room, her hands steady as she adjusted the controls. Her voice echoed through the comms, cutting through the low hum of the machinery. "We'll begin the first phase of production immediately."

  The ships' hangars opened, and in an instant, the ground forces—elite soldiers, scientists, and angels in training—poured out. The first wave of forces had arrived, and Anna felt the weight of the mission settle on her shoulders. 1000 ships and 5 million soldiers, ready to begin their work. The Angel Factories loomed before them.

  Anna had already reviewed the documents from Pandora about the factories' operation. The dead bodies from their universe—those who were not citizens of the Imperial Empire or its allies—were to be used in the angel production process. These bodies, once belonging to mortals, would be reanimated and transformed into the prototypes: Angelic Sylph, Angelic Undine, Angelic Fme Samander, and Angelic Gnome.

  Anna turned to Lieutenant Gerald, her lead engineer, who had accompanied her on this expedition. "Get the extraction teams ready. We need to begin the transformation process immediately. These bodies will fuel our angelic army, and we need to make sure we’re efficient.”

  Gerald nodded, a slight smirk on his face. "Understood, Professor. We’re ready for full-scale production."

  The Angel ProductionFor the next few days, the Artificial Angel Factories roared to life, the machinery working in perfect synchronization. The bodies of the dead, carefully cataloged and separated by type, were delivered to the assembly lines. Caskets containing the corpses, stripped of all vital organs, were loaded onto conveyor belts where specialized techs and synthetic essence processors began the delicate task of transforming the remains into Angelic Spirits.

  Each corpse was fitted into a specialized spiritual vat where the DNA of the prototypes was carefully integrated with the divine energy from the Heavens and the elements. The bodies, once inert, began to pulse with new life as the Angel Prototypes emerged.

  The first prototypes—Angelic Sylph, Angelic Undine, Angelic Fme Samander, and Angelic Gnome—were assembled quickly. As their forms materialized, they were infused with the energies of the Heavens and the elements they were destined to manage. Their limbs were not flesh and blood but crafted from holy matter, air, fire, water, and earth, each one a vessel for the forces of nature.

  Anna stood before the first row of prototypes, her eyes scanning the newly awakened beings. They were weaker than their full counterparts, but they would serve their purpose.

  Angelic Sylph, a slender figure made of wind and clouds, fluttered its wings, its body flowing like a breeze in the factory’s cavernous halls.

  Angelic Undine, with skin like flowing water and eyes that glowed a soft blue, tilted its head in curiosity.

  Angelic Fme Samander, a being of fire and molten va, crackled with heat and energy, its form constantly shifting and reshaping.

  Angelic Gnome, a sturdy figure made of stone and earth, stood solid and unyielding, its presence a reminder of the stability that the Earth element brought to the universe.

  These beings, though new, were already beginning to take shape as guardians and caretakers of the universe. Anna knew they would be the first line of defense against the coming chaos.

  The Sealed DocumentAfter two days of relentless work, Anna and her team cracked open a sealed document that had been hidden within the records of the factory. This document was a revetion that would change everything.

  As Anna read the contents, her breath caught. The document outlined the existence of Three Universes:

  The Mortal-based Universe – The world of mortal beings, like the one Anna knew, where spirits and elements coexisted. It was here that most of the dead souls were gathered, and where the first prototypes were created.

  The Heavenly-based Universe – A universe entirely devoted to the creation of holy matter and the holy elements. This universe produced the purest form of spiritual energy, used to craft the most powerful of the angels and celestial beings.

  The Farthest Universes – The three universes that housed the Artificial Angel Factories, the gatekeepers, and guardians who oversaw the bance between worlds. These universes existed at the farthest points of existence, hidden from the chaos of the multiverse. Each one was dedicated to creating powerful spirits who could maintain the stability of the heavens.

  The document also revealed the 18 distinct angelic prototypes: 9 in the heavens that generated holy matter and 9 more in the mortal realms that were connected to the elements they controlled. These beings were key to maintaining the bance of their respective realms.

  The Dark Elf Tribes and the Tribute SystemThe final part of the document outlined the tribute system—a method by which the Dark Elf Tribes would provide 1% of their dead as a tribute for the creation of new angelic forces. This tribute was meant to ensure the protection of their people and the enforcement of tribal ws.

  Anna knew that the Dark Elves were an ancient and powerful race. Their territories had always been on the edge of the known worlds, guarding their sacred grounds and maintaining their autonomy. The tribute system would further strengthen the bond between them and the Imperial Empire, allowing for more Angelic Spirits to be created and ensuring their defense against external threats.

  However, Anna also understood the complexity of this arrangement. The Angelic Spirits created from the Dark Elf tribute would not only protect their own people but would also act as a buffer against other universes trying to invade.

  The First Phase of TrainingAnna’s mind buzzed with new information. The Angel Production was only the beginning. With the factories now fully operational and the Angelic Prototypes in full production, the next step was clear: training.

  The first wave of prototypes was quickly escorted to training zones. Anna’s top military instructors—veterans from the Imperial Guard—began their work with the new angels, teaching them to harness their powers and control their elemental abilities. Angelic Sylph began learning to control the wind, Angelic Undine was taught to shape water to its will, Angelic Fme Samander was trained in controlling fire, and Angelic Gnome learned to manipute the earth.

  Anna watched closely, ensuring that each prototype was fully integrated with their new abilities. The Angels were not just warriors—they were keepers of the universe, tasked with maintaining bance and protecting the realms from threats beyond their understanding.

  As the angels trained, Anna turned her gaze toward the horizon. There was still so much to learn, so much to do. The future of the universe depended on these angels, and Anna Bke was determined to make sure they would be ready.

  The Artificial Angel Factories had already begun their work. And Anna knew that the journey ahead would only grow more dangerous.

  Anna Bke stood at the edge of the vast assembly chamber, the hum of machinery and the metallic scent of the Artificial Angelic Factories lingering in the air. Around her, hundreds of mortal-based spirits—those created from the corpses of fallen mortals and transformed into prototypes—stood in formation, their forms still taking shape from the raw energies of the mortal realm. These beings had been designed to embody the elemental forces—Sylph, Undine, Fme Samander, and Gnome—but Anna had already decided something crucial. The names and identities they had inherited, tied to their divine essence, were not suitable for their roles in the mortal universe.

  The mortal universe was not the same as the Heavens, and these spirits—though powerful—needed new names. The spiritual identities assigned to them were too bound to the celestial realms and their angelic origins. In this universe, they would be guardians and warriors, but also stewards of the forces of nature, untethered from the expectations of higher realms. They needed new identities to properly fulfill their task.

  Anna walked forward, her heels clicking on the metallic floor of the chamber. The spirits, all still undergoing training, stopped and turned their attention to her. Their elemental forms shimmered and fluctuated with the energies they were designed to control. The transformation process had worked. They were fully formed—each one an elemental force bound to their new mortal forms. Now, she would give them the freedom to forge their own destinies.

  One by one, she looked at each spirit, considering the implications of the name she would give them. The names they had been born with were reminders of their angelic lineage, the heavens, and the celestial wars. Here, in the mortal realm, such names would only weigh them down.

  She stopped in front of Sylph, the spirit of air. The slender figure of Sylph floated before her, its translucent body shifting like the wind itself, the ethereal wings of clouds rippling gently. The spirit was graceful, its very presence seeming to stir the air around it.

  "You are Sylph," Anna said, her voice soft, but firm. "But you are more than that now. You are a guardian of this world, not a celestial being. You shall be known as Zephyra."

  The spirit of wind flickered, its form rippling as though it were a gust itself, but Anna could sense understanding in the change. The name Zephyra was more grounded—derived from the Zephyr, the ancient wind god of the mortal realm. It was a name that resonated with the world they now belonged to.

  Anna turned toward Undine, the water spirit. The figure of Undine stood tall, her body composed of flowing water, her shape constantly shifting, her skin a luminescent blue. She was beauty and power combined, the very essence of the oceans, rivers, and rains.

  "You are Undine, yes," Anna said, her voice echoing through the chamber. "But the world you protect does not need a name bound to the heavens. You shall now be called Naiya."

  The name Naiya came from the ancient sea spirits of old, powerful and fluid. It felt right. Undine’s form shimmered slightly, as if acknowledging the new identity, a calmness settling into her watery body.

  Next, Anna approached Fme Samander, the fiery spirit. Its form pulsed with heat, its body radiating like molten va, crackling with fire and energy. Fme Samander had always been wild, untamed, a creature born of pure destructive potential. But this world needed something more—something banced.

  "You are Fme Samander," Anna said, her eyes narrowing as she studied the fiery spirit. "But fire is not just destruction. You will be Ignara, the embodiment of both creation and destruction, the fme that forges and refines."

  Ignara nodded, the fmes that made up her form dancing wildly, yet a certain purpose began to settle within her. The name carried weight, signifying not just raw power, but the transformative nature of fire in the mortal world.

  Finally, Anna turned to Gnome, the earth spirit. Its form was solid, composed of stone and soil, a being of immense physical strength and durability. Gnome had always been the embodiment of the earth, unyielding and steadfast. But Anna knew this spirit needed a name that would connect it to the mortal realm’s forces of nature.

  "You are Gnome," Anna said, her voice softening as she regarded the sturdy figure of the earth spirit. "But the name you bear is too bound to the old realms. You shall now be known as Terra."

  The name Terra resonated with the very essence of the earth itself. It was a name for the solid foundation of the world—the protector of the nd. Gnome—now Terra—bowed its head in acceptance, a rumbling in its body indicating approval.

  Anna took a moment to step back and observe her creations. The four spirits—Zephyra, Naiya, Ignara, and Terra—were now standing as one unit, their elemental forms unified under new identities. These names were no longer echoes of heavenly lore, but grounded in the mortal universe, tied to the forces they represented and the duty they now carried.

  "We are free," Anna murmured to herself, "and yet we are still bound to the universe we must protect."

  She looked over at the S2-css ships that were stationed outside the factories, ready to carry out their orders. The new names would be whispered through the network, ingrained into every combat report and every mission briefing. Zephyra, Naiya, Ignara, and Terra would lead their forces across the universe—not as angels of heaven, but as guardians of the mortal world.

  The Hidden Secrets of the UniverseAs the spirits began their training, Anna stepped away from the production lines and made her way to her private chambers within the fgship. The documents she had uncovered—those sealed records—were still fresh in her mind. She had spent hours reading through them, piecing together the hidden structure of the Three Universes.

  The Heavenly-based Universe, the Mortal-based Universe, and the Farthest Universes… the systems of power and control stretched across dimensions she had never truly understood before.

  But it was the sealed documents about the Artificial Angelic Factories and the tribute system that caught her attention. The Dark Elf Tribes were contributing their dead to the creation of forces that would protect their nds. 1% of their dead would be used as a tribute—an offering for new spirits to be created and put to work in the Artificial Angelic Factories.

  It was an intricate system, one that tied together the mortal realms and the heavenly realms through sacrifice and power. And Anna Bke was at the very center of it, the architect of this new order. She was no longer just an inventor of weapons or a schor of the celestial ws; she was now the creator of a new order in the universe—a protector of the bance between realms.

  As the st traces of light faded from the horizon of the distant universe, Anna settled in her chair, preparing for the next stage of their pn. There would be no more angels in the traditional sense. They were now spirits, elemental forces that would guide and protect the worlds under Anna's care.

  And with their rebirth, the future of the universe had just begun.