The Cosmic Will was not just testing the zombies—it was testing Evolutionaries as well.
As Evolutionaries grew stronger, the world itself had to expand to keep pace.
Otherwise, if a group of overpowered beings were crammed into a small world, conflicts would inevitably tear reality apart.
The Gods and Demons Trial Field was never meant to be permanent.
It had to evolve with its participants.
This first fusion was no small event.
The Biochemical Zombie World being absorbed into Kepler covered over 40 million square kilometers—roughly one-eighth the size of the planet.
But it wasn't just the size that mattered.
The key detail was where this new landmass would appear.
Instead of emerging in uninhabited wilderness or the middle of the ocean, the Cosmic Will had decided to merge it directly into cities, towns, and human settlements.
Take De M-anila, for example.
One moment, you might be walking down a familiar street.
The next, you could step into an entirely new district—a place that had never existed before.
A completely foreign neighborhood, now teeming with new dangers.
This kind of world integration had both pros and cons.
More land meant greater opportunities for expansion.
New regions meant more secret realms waiting to be discovered.
A larger world meant higher chances of obtaining powerful resources.
But…
The risk also increased exponentially.
New threats would emerge overnight.
The undead would evolve faster than ever before.
Novak's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
This was perfect.
He had been struggling to complete the evolution of his Biochemical Disaster, a Horcrux-like weapon that required him to slay vast numbers of zombies and mutants.
And now—
He had just been handed a battlefield overflowing with exactly what he needed.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Novak quickly opened the forum.
As expected—
It was complete chaos.
Messages flooded in, Evolutionaries panicking, theorizing, strategizing.
Novak didn't dwell on it for long. Instead, he immediately switched to Chat Group No. 001.
[Overlord: What the hell is going on?!]
[I'm really not a sword fairy: ???]
[Whiplash of the Skies: What the hell is world fusion?! And what's this world-class secret realm?!]
[…]
Even in Group 001, this sudden development had shattered the usual calm.
Without hesitation, Novak quickly typed out an explanation based on his understanding.
[White Emperor: World fusion is similar to merging maps in an online game.
The Gods and Demons Trial Field takes place on Kepler, but beings from other worlds are also qualified to participate.
After the fusion, our world will expand, with the primary increase occurring in urban areas, as dictated by the Cosmic Will.]
[Dahen: …What the hell?]
[Vince: Ohhh, I understand. So there's a setting like this in the Gods and Demons Trial Field!]
[Whiplash of the Skies: Brother White Emperor, what's this world Secret Realm all about?!]
[White Emperor: In seven days, the Biochemical Zombie World will fully merge with Kepler, becoming a permanent part of it.
But before that happens, the Cosmic Will is temporarily turning it into a one-time dungeon—meaning it won't refresh after clearing.
Evolutionaries from all over the world can enter.
Its size is exactly as stated in the prompt—40 million square kilometers.]
[God King: Holy Cow, 40 million?! That's like several Faeloria Countrys combined!]
[White Emperor: If you get the chance in the next few days, explore the Biochemical World.
There are bound to be tons of rewards inside, and the Cosmic Will won't be stingy with its prizes.]
[Crow: Damn it… how much did I just miss?!]
Novak raised an eyebrow at Crow's message.
The Fearmonger from his previous life… and yet, nearly two months had passed, and he still hadn't chosen a job class?
Of course, Novak knew Crow's strength was more than enough to collect plenty of Job Transfer Scrolls.
But knowing Crow, he was probably unimpressed by the more common job choices.
Or…
Maybe Novak himself had influenced him.
It made sense—if Crow wanted to find a truly advanced job class, then holding out for something better was a reasonable decision.
Novak didn't blame him.
While time was precious, choosing a job class was one of the most critical decisions an Evolutionary could make.
Pick the wrong one, and the consequences would be catastrophic.
Even a powerful Evolutionary could be permanently hindered by a poorly chosen job path.
That was why Crow's decision—despite the delay—was completely understandable.
But at the end of the day, this wasn't something Novak could control.
[Overlord: Brothers, are we forming a team, or going solo?!]
[Whiplash of the Skies: Man, the top players are ruthless… if I tag along, I probably won't even get a bite of the loot.
I'll explore on my own!]
After skimming through the remaining messages, Novak didn't bother responding further.
At their respective levels, the members of Chat Group No. 001 would have no trouble surviving.
The Biochemical World had plenty of high-level zombies, but they were more than capable of handling them.
Just then, he noticed Daphne and Nicole returning to the villa.
Without hesitation, he issued a direct order:
"Drop whatever you're doing—get ready to enter the World Secret Realm."