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While she was at it, she patented a couple of new systems to be implemented when the time called. Because the Citadel was growing rapidly in terms of infrastructure, thanks to the forest dwellers and its workaholics citizens. MF might want to focus her Citadel in primarily two aspects.

Military, and Entertainment.

She was reminded of that one book that she read within the Sacred Library. Namely, the concept of Internet and Digital Applications.

Things like computers and such would be great for entertainment, but for it to be easily accessed would only make the demand unstable, resulting in a deteriorating civilization with some of its people already satiated with those objects and the vast potential of the Internet alone.

'I might need to finish this System thing if I want to implement this kind of universal technology.'

After all of the suggestion and its order of implementation, alongside many ideas that she had encountered within her head. She finally left the office and onto her divine domain.

While it was fun and engaging while it lasted, the throbbing soul of her vessel made it all less comfortable in some aspects.

"... I really need to force this Awakening out."

MF noticed that the Awakening process of her didn't actually proceed to its manifestation because it kept consuming and converting essences and energy for itself.

In fact, if MF didn't know this sooner, her Awakening would morph and transform the entirety of her existence because of the overflowing surplus of various stimulants.

Going to her crystal of divinity, she took a huge portion of its universal faith and converted them into its respective faith. Without any regard of her sanity, MF used her whole divine power to force the process of the manifestation.

Her whole body felt like it had been grinded by a spinning star in a small amount of time. After a while, Cyanotype manifested inside the divine domain and helped her master to suppress the overflowing surplus of condensation force.

"Cyanotype…" MF arched a small smile onto her cheeks. "If I go ham, do your best to subjugate me by any means."

"Tarara~" Cyanotype stretched her grin as she opened her blue eye, conjuring multiple Boogeys to help with the energy flowing. "I'll make sure to beat you into pulp in that case."

Two hours within the divine domain had passed. After a delirious attempt in forcing the Awakening to manifest, the Black halo began to slightly expand before turning its runic symbols and spilling them all over the place like a pile of dust that was blown by a gust of wind.

A single black line began to manifest from the edge of the halo and onto its other side. As a winding sound of mechanical rust began to scrape away in a deafening manner, the black line expanded into an eye that was facing to the sky.

Just like any other awakening, MF received an enlightenment.

'Minor Overseer' has evolved into 'Runic Overseer'.

The piece of thread that was connecting the black halo onto her soul began to grow its extra branch. The line began to attach onto MF's means of vision before injecting a huge amount of active subconscious energy that methodically modified her vessel.

Her sclera turned black. Right after the modification, the line began to branch again and pierced a part of the private dimension that was connected to her soul.

It immediately bypassed the protection that Cyanotype created and began to establish a connection directly with the Occult Core to her halo.

"Urgh!" Cyanotype felt an extreme pain in her eyes, she immediately backed away as she closed her eyelids in subconscious action. Her Boogeys were immediately called onto her body again.

Right after, the symbol of Minor Pseudo-Deity of Death within her soul began to manifest onto her eyes before shifting into an infinite symbol. It glowed in bright white, slowly unleashing its amber-like vapor the longer MF opened her eyes.

It didn't stop there. The symbol began to shift and turned into a new portfolio as a whole.

As MF read the new symbols on her soul, a new source of strength was surging out like an explosion.

Usurping Pseudo-Deity of Perpetual Demise.

"A Usurping Portfolio… Urgh!"

Her other eye was immediately replaced by the very same glowing infinity symbol. Just like a soulbind artifact, MF could no longer affect or change her eyes.

But she didn't need to anymore, her new eyes allowed her to change its perceiving capability in just an intent. It worked almost the same with her former eyes in which she constantly modified to suit her needs, but now it was mostly powered by the very subconscious energy that makes up most of her soul.

"Right, Cyanotype!"

The writhing Occult Beast looked more vulnerable than she ever was. It was a rare experience for MF to see her prideful alter ego to be consumed by pain.

She approached her Occult Beast's side. The moment Cyanotype opened both of her eyes, MF could see the same infinity symbols glinting for a few seconds before disappearing.

"What is happening?" said Cyanotype with a deadpan after that rare experience. It seemed like something was connected with her eyes but MF couldn't quite grasp it despite the enlightenment.

"Ahahah, let us find out."

MF remembered about her subtle vision within the enlightenment. There was something related to writing and runic comprehension.

"Meshia." Cyanotype looked like a deadfish who looked at the ceiling, and blinked a few times. "I think I got a little bit of vision when your Awakening occurred."

"Anything that you can describe?"

"There is a paper…" Cyanotype frowned, trying to comprehend the object within her enlightenment. "A jet-black paper with a quill made out of light."

"A paper?"

MF tried to put her intent onto an imagination. As she did so, the eye symbol's pupil inside her halo glowed in bright white.

A fragile black parchment manifested deliberately within her frame, floating as it waited for something.

"This black paper."

"Yeah, wait, how did you make that!?"

"Huh, weird."

"Fufufu." MF felt a little bit excited about this. "Now we only need the quill that was made out of light."

"Meshia, your halo has an eye." Cyanotype pointed out.

"Oh, the halo became slightly bigger too."

As MF reached for the glowing pupil, she could feel something that could be grasped. Her fingers immediately clenched onto it.

She then pulled out the thing she grasped, out from the glowing pupil. Her hand was upon the quill of light.

The eye immediately closed into one straight line once again, before joining the moving runes on the ring as a part of its rune formation once again.

MF also found out something more from her enlightenment. There was a vision where there was a word of light written on the dispersing jet-black parchment. But she couldn't make a sense of it because of how vague it was.

"I think I found a rough idea on what this is all about, if my theory is correct." MF chuckled.

As her fingers weaved the quill of light, MF trusted her guts and replicated the written symbols within her vision.

The row of runes glow even brighter before cracking the black parchment into dust.

Both of her and Cyanotype's eyes began to feel an insurmountable amount of anguish. The moment they opened their eyes, the memory of a runic sentence that was written upon the floating parchment of darkness began to clear and morph—or rather, it was both of them finally comprehending what MF had written.

'Realization', was the word that MF wrote.

Another surge of knowledge began to pour onto their consciousness. With the light and the darkness grew into the infinity, the Ouroboros of Neamh began to uncover the power that she had acquired.

'Realization' acquired.

MF noticed that a lot of her divinity and the one within the crystal was severely drained into 5% of their former amount.

The pieces had been connected. Just like the 'Minor Overseer', the 'Realization' is a symbolical power that was formed through the use of angelic runes.

Basically, it was the power to manipulate reality into its endless possibility. But looking at how the eye on her halo immediately closed right after a single use, it seemed like the cost would be immense depending on its usage.

"That is one hell of a weird power…"

"Fufufu, MUAHAHAHAHA!" The Ouroboros could only laugh due to how absurd the result of the Awakening was. "It's the power to change weave reality! Although it needs an extremely high amount of energy, it's still something grand!"

"Then what is the deal with our eyes?"

"It's mostly required to perceive the paper and manifest it into existence." MF felt so ecstatic she began to hug her own body in affection. "Just imagine the possibility if we manage to acquire the needed energy. Hell, we could also write everything with an infinite amount of possibilities!"

"But of course, it comes with a cost." Cyanotype grinned reluctantly.

"Indeed, the only real demerit is that it needed a huge amount of divinity." MF then sat on the platform, trying to rest her whole. "Not to mention, it might backfire us. For example, if we write 'infinite faith', then we might lose an infinite amount of faith to realize an infinite amount of faith, basically cancelling each other out."

Without saying much, MF went back to her office and worked throughout the day. She was satisfied with her awakening, and would definitely try to abuse it when her income of faith was enough to accommodate her absurd power.

".... It's time to work on the Ourarians."