The King's Pact at the End of the World

Shrouded in mist, a divine temple stands in the celestial realm.

Its splendor is dazzling, and its craftsmanship is nothing short of miraculous.

There isn't a single flaw. Even those who know nothing about art are left with only one word when standing inside the temple: awe.

Twelve pillars correspond to twelve divine envoys, and twelve murals correspond to twelve divine authorities.

Twelve thrones correspond to twelve divine powers, and twelve rays of light correspond to twelve divine offices.

These rulers once governed the space-time of the Divine Relics, but now the place lies empty, without a single soul in sight.

Only one person remains in the great hall, still managing everything in the space-time of the Divine Relics.

"Brave one, after enduring untold hardships and passing the twelve trials, you have come here. What is your wish? I shall grant any desire of yours: eternal life, wealth and power, peerless beauties, dominion over a realm, or even the destruction of the world."

"I need none of those. But are you the System that manages the space-time of the Divine Relics?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.