A blinding white light engulfed the entire world, depriving the Evil Dragon of sight, yet its body continued to move swiftly. It was afraid—afraid that if it stopped, it would fall into a passive state.
The white light quickly dissipated. What appeared, however, was a world entirely different from the 100th floor of the Dungeon. This was a world without people, where the sun and the moon hung in the sky, as if the concept of ti didn’t exist here.
"Where is this..."
The Evil Dragon couldn’t comprehend where it was, but it soon realized sothing else—its voice seed restored to normal.
"Why... my voice..."
The Evil Dragon couldn’t understand this. It hadn’t consciously altered anything, so why had its voice changed?
"Of course, it was who changed it."
"!?"
Hearing the voice, the Evil Dragon imdiately beca alert. Bell stood there as before, yet now he felt like a completely different person.
"Who... are you?"
Sizzle!
The Evil Dragon’s consciousness refused to recognize the two as one. Its vision blurred, and the sound in its ears seed to be blocked.
"? Bell Cranel."
No! Sothing felt terribly wrong!
The Evil Dragon clearly sensed that the person before it wasn’t itself—they were two entirely different beings.
"Ah, so you’re comparing to yourself. Well, indeed, I’ve severed all ties with you. Our connection has been cut, and our destinies have diverged."
"The final ritual has begun."
"You don’t need to struggle anymore. Because this is the fate you must accept."
Fate... The Evil Dragon sneered at that word.
It couldn’t accept it!
It absolutely refused to accept such a fate.
If what the other had said was true, then its only course of action was to kill him in this so-called ritual and seize everything he had!
As the Evil Dragon thought this, its body assud a fighting stance... huh?
Only then did the Evil Dragon realize its body was no longer in dragon form but had reverted to its human shape.
This made the Evil Dragon tremble. Having sacrificed everything to achieve its goal, it had sohow reverted to its original form.
So, how was this possible?
"Surprised to see yourself restored to your original form~?"
The Evil Dragon’s gaze imdiately shifted.
"Because this is the scene I wished to witness. As the final mont of your Mikoto—or rather, your lives—I will still grant you a asure of rcy."
"... Hmph! Anyone can spout big talk."
In the midst of its shock, the Evil Dragon tried to change its thoughts. It now realized that it had lost all initiative.
"Big talk? Hah~ Ha ha ha~"
The Evil Dragon’s words still made Bell burst into laughter.
"You don’t think you still hold the initiative, do you? Everything about you is under my control—even your consciousness, body, and power. You’re rely a shell capable of movent now, lacking the strength to resist ."
No... The Evil Dragon’s body trembled slightly as it strained to summon its power. Yet the result was a complete lack of sensation.
"At this mont, even a god is but dust before . Your power is still far too limited."
"Mother chose not to alter your body, desiring to present a purer version of you before . She rely molded your collective essence into a single entity."
Bell softly revealed the truth about the Evil Dragon, while also demonstrating his complete mastery over it.
"You are not a four-digit god. You are rely a five-digit anomaly."
"Your essence remains human, not what you call a god."
Yes, the Evil Dragon was not a god. The fundantal nature of its life had not undergone a transcendent leap; only its realm and power had surpassed the standards of gods.
This was the theoretical path for humans to reach the three-digit realm. Yet applied to the Evil Dragon, its very essence prevented it from even attaining the four-digit limit imposed by this world.
This was the Evil Dragon’s true essence. And it was the primary reason the Evil Dragon could never truly contend with Bell. Though outwardly nearly identical, their inner differences were as vast as heaven and earth.
"Now that all explanations are complete, you should have prepared yourself for death."
"What!?"
The Evil Dragon stiffened in shock, instantly assuming a combat stance.
"Useless."
As Bell’s words fell, a gaping wound exploded from the center of the Evil Dragon’s chest. The excruciating pain overwheld the dragon, robbing it of even the strength to cry out. The agony consud its consciousness and soul.
"The mont I granted you your final shred of dignity, you lost all capacity to resist before ."
"...."
The Evil Dragon clutched its torn chest desperately, feeling its awareness slip away.
"Why... the gap... beco... so..."
It couldn’t comprehend why this disparity had suddenly grown so imnse. Just days ago, it had been the stronger one. How could re days have turned it into the weaker party?
Gazing at the dragon, Bell remained silent for a mont before finally refusing to let it depart with its unanswered questions.
"This is the truth of the universe I have grasped."
"The extre contradictory power born from hope and despair is also the core of a world, a cosmology. By accepting the cosmology I created, I, as the master of a world, have transcended the hierarchy of life sequences."
"I transcended the boundaries of this world, achieving self-transcendence. This is the true reason I attained four-digit power. In truth, I could have advanced further back then, but nurous reasons and circumstances delayed that process."
Yet I harbor not a shred of regret. Power is rely a tool for achieving my goals—this truth has never changed.
"The mont I grasped this cosmic perspective, I stepped beyond my own destiny. That is the greatest difference between us. I have yet to reveal the true power of this cosmic perspective. I have rely begun to show it."
"But even this is enough."
Bell looked at the Evil Dragon once more. This was the most magnificent funeral rite he could bestow upon it, and simultaneously, his own ascension ceremony into the realm of three-digit power.
Enough... The Evil Dragon smiled bitterly. It had never imagined that the fusion of them would be defeated so easily.
"Good must triumph, evil must fall—that is the core of my cosmic perspective."
"The mont I defined you as evil, my victory beca unshakable."
"This is what I call ’the outco.’"
"From the mont the Simulated Star Creation Map unfolded, my victory was predetermined."
"Any further questions?"
Ah, none. The Evil Dragon closed his eyes with a bitter smile.
It bore the weight of countless destroyed worlds, yet in the end, it could do nothing.
The dragon’s body began to turn to white ash, gradually dissipating completely within this world. The conclusions of countless parallel universes converged.
Everything returned to its origin in this instant—no past, no future, only the present.
Thus, Bell completed the convergence of his self, formally taking that crucial final step.
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