Sowhere in the Desolate Realm, inside a vast chamber, thousands of beautiful won of different species and races lay in slumber. They were all naked, with thin linen clothing draped over their bodies, barely covering their private parts. From their luxurious and majestic jewelry and hairpins, it is easy to assu that any of these won is the absolute pinnacle of beauty in their respective universes and races.
But despite being princesses and divine empresses who are worshipped in their ho worlds, all these divine beauties were but numbers among the thousands of other beauties. Each radiates their unique energies, causing an abundant amount of divine energy to perate their surroundings.
There was a long, majestic table stacked with endless amounts of divine food, drinks, and fruits of all sorts. Within the chamber were endless glints of galaxies, casually floating around like dots, illuminating the chamber with a majestic ambiance.
But overshadowing all the won’s energies combined was an overbearing wave of golden red energy. A massive bed, the size of a city, floated on a high platform, and on it, a large male figure lay with open arms, surrounded by hundreds of beauties lying on him, and around him. His long red hair was scattered underneath them, with twinkles of universes within every strand of his hair.
Situated above his head, a golden halo with the energy essences of hundreds of millions of Daos and Laws within, and it seed to have an infinite flow of unknown power. Despite having his eyes closed, the male figure, resembling a young man in his late twenties, portrayed handsoness that can only be described as ’heavenly’. One can even state that his beauty surpasses every woman in the chamber, despite having a masculine build and jawline.
The unknown man was fair-skinned, his body constructed with universes faintly seen through his silk-like skin. His body lay ten feet long, and his physique can be estimated at 181 kg (400 lbs). Calling him a giant wouldn’t be an overstatent.
Suddenly, the unknown man’s eyes twitched. His eyelids slowly opened, revealing his dark-red pupils and sharp eyes. A wave of ancient aura exuded from his eyes, enveloping the entire chamber. Then, slowly, the man rose from the bed, his body disintegrating and assembling at the edge of the bed simultaneously.
Sitting with his right elbow resting on his leg, the man cracked his neck as he stood, his naked behind left uncovered. Looking at the thousands of heavenly beauties stacked over each other, the large man casually waved his right hand, causing the scene to glitch suddenly before clearing the room of all the won.
Left alone in the spacious chamber, the man began walking as a large black robe materialized from the abundant energy in the hall and wrapped around him fittingly. His long, red hair, thicker than Raleigh’s, steadily folded and ford into a bun hairstyle.
The vast chamber, now empty of the thousands of divine beauties, pulsed with an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of the countless planetary glints still drifting lazily through the air. The golden-red energy that dominated the space seed to thicken, swirling around the towering figure as he strode forward, his black robe trailing like liquid shadow. Each step reverberated with an authority that made the very fabric of the Desolate Realm quiver, as if acknowledging a presence far greater than its own chaotic void.
The man, his dark-red pupils glinting with ancient power, paused at the center of the chamber. The golden halo above his head spun slowly, its hundreds of millions of Daos and Laws weaving a tapestry of cosmic dominance that could unravel entire multiverses with a thought. His masculine beauty, sharp and otherworldly, seed to defy the concept of mortality itself. Universes flickered within his translucent skin, each one a living testant to his incomprehensible existence.
He tilted his head slightly, as if sensing sothing beyond the chamber’s walls. A low hum escaped his lips, a sound that carried the weight of collapsing stars. "Conqueror Supre," he murmured, his voice a deep resonance that caused the floating galaxies to tremble and realign in perfect orbits around him. "So, there is also soone like , a cosmic system wielder."
The man raised his right hand, and the chamber responded instantly. The long, majestic table laden with divine feasts shimred and dissolved into streams of pure energy, funneling into his palm. The glints of galaxies followed suit, collapsing into his hand like moths to a fla, their light rging with the golden-red aura that cloaked him. In monts, the chamber was stripped bare, its opulence reduced to raw power now coursing through his veins.
"Cosmic Assimilation," the unknown being murmured. Simultaneously, a system panel with a cosmic design materialized in his view while sounding off.
{Ability activated: Cosmic Assimilation; All matter, energy, and concepts within the host’s domain are his to command and absorb.}
Following his command, endless amounts of energy from various domains of the Desolate Realm erged from the void and integrated into the golden halo above his head. The man’s golden halo brightened intensely as his veins illuminated with ancient power and might. His dark red eyes brimd with ancient regality, declaring his condescending gaze of superiority.
Then, with a side glaze, the man summoned a rift in the void, a jagged tear that oozed the sa chaotic energy as the Desolate Realm’s core. Beyond it, faint glimpses of shattered realities and warring domains flickered like a cosmic kaleidoscope. He stepped toward the rift, his robe rippling as if woven from the essence of black holes.
I have been absent for too long. Four hundred million cycles. It seems the Cultivation Multiverse has forgotten I, Cosmic Sovereign, All Father Crimson," he said, his dark-red eyes glowing, revealing a hunger for challenge that belied his serene and domineering deanor.
As he crossed the threshold, the rift snapped shut behind him, leaving the chamber in utter darkness.
...
In the vast, chaotic void, as the universe-sized dragon uttered "Conqueror Supre," a catastrophic wave of ancient, godly power erupted throughout the scene, shattering hundreds of dinsional barriers simultaneously.
Patrick maintained his auralistic deanor as the dinsional barriers around him shattered, his black and gold cape fluttering lazily behind him, his hair dancing magnificently. Arms crossed behind his back, his expression as impassive as the eternal void itself.
The sheer force of the dragon’s declaration would have obliterated lesser beings, reducing them to conceptual dust scattered across infinite tilines. But for Patrick, it was little more than a gentle breeze rustling through the cosmos—a minor annoyance in an otherwise tedious existence.
The six-headed ancient void dragon, its colossal form spanning universes, coiled in the void like a primordial serpent ready to strike. Each of its heads bore fangs longer than galactic arms, dripping with essence that corroded reality itself. Its eight wings, vast mbranes woven from the fabric of forgotten dinsions, beat once, sending shockwaves that birthed and annihilated stars in the blink of an eye. Golden eyes glead with malevolent intelligence, each pupil a swirling vortex that pulled in light, hope, and existence.
Above it, the avatar of the Ancient Void Dragon God floated serenely, its eleven-foot fra a paragon of draconic divinity. The entity’s scales shimred with embedded Grand Daos, each one a law unto itself—Dao of Eternal Void, Dao of Primordial Devouring, Dao of Infinite Cycles. Its three horns curved like crowns of chaos, pulsing with power that predated the Desolate Realm. The godly robes, stitched from tilines and realities, billowed as if alive, revealing glimpses of alternate universes where gods fell and voids reigned supre. Bare feet rested upon compressed galaxies, crushing them into singularities with every subtle shift.
The avatar’s four eyes—two pairs, one golden and one crimson—locked onto Patrick with a gaze that could unravel souls. Its figure steadily drifted towards Patrick, uttering, "Conqueror Supre," its voice a multilayered echo that resonated through every layer of the void, causing ripples at distant Desolate Domains.
"A title boasting of nothing but false pretence, but impactful enough for the Multiverse to register it in the annals of Existence. I acknowledge your existence."
Listening to the Ancient Void Dragon’s Avatar, Patrick stared impassively, his expression not impressed in the least. Suddenly, with a thought, the void stretched wide as Patrick now hovered a hundred ters away from the eleven-foot-tall avatar, his six-feet-seven-inch height clearly noticeable between the two.
"I cannot say the sa, little bug, for your existence is unworthy of my acknowledgent."
Patrick replied, his words rippling across the void and causing disgruntled reactions from the six heads of the massive void dragon.
Only taken aback for an instant, the avatar stared at the silver-haired omni king with a disinterested gaze, "..., for an existence that I acknowledge, you disappoint . Nevertheless, strength doesn’t always co with manners."
Listening to the avatar, Omni King Patrick chuckled as he began drifting towards the avatar.
Seeing the silver-haired being drifting towards them, the six-headed universe-sized void dragon beca alert as its scales began to shimr with an ancient draconic aura, charging a catastrophic cosmic blast from its abdon.
Ignorant of the void dragon’s actions, Patrick continued casually drifting, closing the one-hundred-ter distance in a matter of seconds. Stopping only a few ters from the god’s avatar, Patrick hovered in equal elevation with it as he spoke, his words unhurried and confrontational.
"The thing about manners is that, to preach it, you must also wield the power to enforce it. ..., So, little bug, I ask you, what are you going to do about my lack of manners?"
"...!"
Silence perated the scene, the lifeless void illuminated by the godly ambiance of the three.
The avatar’s four eyes narrowed, the golden pair gleaming with calculated amusent while the crimson ones burned with restrained fury. The void around them seed to hold its breath, the shattered dinsional barriers hanging like frozen shards of glass, reflecting infinite versions of this mont—so where blood was shed, others where alliances were forged, and many where entire multiverses ceased to be.
Finally, the avatar’s lips curled into a draconic smile, revealing teeth like sharpened voids.
"You are billions of cycles too early to challenge a god like , boy."
Taking it master’s sentence as a signal, the six-headed dragon finally unleashed its fury. The beast’s abdon glowed with an unholy light, a convergence of ancient heavenly energies that twisted space itself. In an instant, a beam of pure devouring essence erupted from its core, blasting through the void and pulverizing everything in its path. Simultaneously, each of the six heads fired draconic blasts—streams of corrosive void energy that warped reality, causing the constant glitching of ti and the total collapse of the space barriers.
The attacks converged on Patrick with cataclysmic force, the void trembling as if the fabric of existence was being torn asunder. Waves of energy rippled outward, birthing new voids and annihilating distant realms in collateral destruction. Any lesser entity would have been erased not just physically, but conceptually—wiped from all tilines and mories.
Yet Patrick remained unmoved. His silver hair fluttered gently, his black and gold cape billowing as if in a light wind. With a casual flick of his wrist, a translucent barrier of supre aura materialized around him. The devouring beam and draconic blasts slamd into it, but instead of breaking through, they were deflected, refracted into harmless sparks that danced across the void like dying stars.
"Is that it, little bug? Pathetic!" Patrick taunted, his voice echoing with a mocking gaze.
The avatar’s expression darkened, its scales pulsing with intensified Dao energy. "What insolence! Witness the Dao of Primordial Devouring!"
The avatar lunged forward, its eleven-foot fra blurring as it closed the distance in a fraction of an eternal mont. Its claws extended, infused with the essence of infinite cycles, aiming to rend Patrick’s very soul. Behind it, the six-headed dragon coiled tighter, its wings beating to generate temporal storms that slowed ti around Patrick, attempting to trap him in a loop of endless assault.
Patrick’s eyes glead with excitent—the first true emotion he’d shown. "That’s the spirit, little bug, co." He uncrossed his arms, his body radiating a silver-gold aura that pushed back the temporal storms. As the avatar’s claws descended, Patrick t them with a casual flick of his left pinky finger, Grace sounding simultaneously.
[Passive Sub-Nature: Absolute Counter. All attacks can be countered at an absolute infinite level. Countering modifications can only be made by the Master.]
The clash sent shockwaves through the void, shattering more barriers and causing distant Desolate Domains to quake. The avatar’s claws t Patrick’s finger, but instead of piercing through Patrick as the avatar had calculated, they were repelled with force that instantly shattered the entity’s scales. A reversing wave of devouring energy surged back, blasting the avatar millions of light-years into the lightless horizon, its godly robes activating simultaneously and shielding him from the shattered shards of dinsional barriers.
Seeing its master blasted away, the six-headed void dragon roared in indignation, its heads snapping forward to devour Patrick. Each maw was a portal to oblivion, capable of consuming concepts like ti and space. But only side-eyeing the creature, Patrick shifted location, glitching atop one of the heads. "Fuck off, bug," he uttered, then, with a lazy stomp, he crushed the head into a singularity that imploded, sucking in the dragon’s own essence.
The beast howled, its remaining heads thrashing wildly as they roared at Patrick.
The ancient void god’s avatar, now recovering millions of light-years from the battle scene, closed its eyes as its body began generating endless amounts of ancient void aura. Engulfed in the godly essence of the Ancient Void Dragon God, the avatar’s scales instantly regenerated and reconstructed. Then, with a black fla exhale, the avatar grabbed the space fabric as he pulled himself to the battle scene.
Returned to the scene, the avatar noticed the frantic thrashing of his void dragon due to its missing head. The avatar stared at the silver-haired Patrick with a deathly countenance as he spoke, his voice filled with rage and contempt.
"Enough gas, ti to erase your annoying existence. Invoke: Infinite Cycle Prison!"
A massive construct ford—a cage of interwoven tilines and Daos, enclosing Patrick in a labyrinth of repeating voids where every escape led back to the start. Inside, illusions of devoured gods attacked him, each strike carrying the weight of fallen universes and stars.
Seeing the avatar’s futile attempts, Patrick remained unbothered, allowing himself to be devoured within the countless constructing prisons.
"Lantable. Imprisoning with such a ager ability like your general. It seems thrashing the gods themselves would make a much better sport than their puppets."
Patrick said, his left arm behind him as he lazily knocked on the construction prisons. Simultaneously, the prison cracked, then an explosion occurred, a catastrophic wave of blast erupting and sending endless dinsional and reality glass fragnts spreading throughout the scene.
The void dragon quickly raised its universe-sized wings, blocking most of the scattering dinsional fragnts, which shredded the void like paper. The avatar stretched out his arms, his two pairs of eyes glowing coherently as an ultra-massive black hole erged before him, which instantly devoured all the dinsional fragnts that launched his path. Then, simultaneously, "Universe Devouring Counter," the avatar spoke as he threw the black hole at Patrick, which grew in size a million tis over.
Faced with the incoming black hole, Patrick steadily batted it away, causing it to devour a massive chunk of the void behind him, exposing the scene to the chaotic cosmic energy of the Desolate Realm, which was in fact infinitely more devastating than the black hole itself.
But despite the chaotic cosmic energy behind him, Patrick hovered unhindered by the absolute corrosive force disintegrating everything around it, including the void itself.
Aware of his fruitless attack, the avatar beca more irritated, his eyes glowing even more nacingly as he clasped his palms together and uttered, "Ancient Grand Dao: Eternal Void."
Suddenly, the avatar’s body instantly disintegrated, turning into streams of energy as they rged with the void itself, becoming invisible and practically omnipresent. Now rged with the void, the previously disintegrating void quickly nded to its original state, its regeneration faster than the corrosive effect of the chaotic energy.
The void dragon also shrank in size; its previous massive body now transford into a gigantic humanoid figure with a massive physique and domineering aura. Its head was missing a horn, noticeable from the other five unbroken draconic horns attached to its skull.
Mind that all this ti, only a few seconds have transpired. But if accounting for the ti-manipulating attacks from the avatar’s party, then the passage of ti is irrelevant, as the concepts of ti and space are unstable, and therefore incalculable, even for the high-dinsional readers.
"I have tolerated you too long, Conqueror Supre. Now, witness the true power of a God!"
Simultaneously, upon the avatar’s nacing voice resounding from every corner of the void, galaxies began spawning from the void in super groups, brightening the eternal void with their coagulated brilliances. The scene went from pitch black to being bright in an instant, like turning on the sun in a dark room, and that is not an overstatent.
Looking at the accumulating super groups of galaxies and stars, which were numbering in the hundreds of millions and counting, Patrick sighed impassively. "Tolerate ? You seem to have forgotten my title, little bug. Let show you."
[Passive Nature: Title Embodint: Master can embody the absolute concept of all titles.]
[Title Personified: Conqueror Supre: Absolute Supremacy in conquering all of totality and beyond. Sub-natures: Absolute Dominion, Almighty Authority, Conqueror Supremacy, ta-Consciousness, ∞]
Grace sounded as Patrick’s omni energy transford into black and royal purple. His armor, cape, and armguards shimred with runes and unknown ancient patterns, symbolizing his present existence as the personification of the Conqueror Supre.
All this happened in no ti, since Patrick’s conversations with Grace are technically to himself, in a ti non-existent state.
With hundreds of millions of galaxies and stars accumulated surrounding Patrick, the void dragon god’s avatar’s voice echoed, "Begone!" as the hundreds of millions of galaxies and stars, with the smallest of the stars compared to the UY Scuti, the largest star in the universe of Earth 101, collectively launched at Patrick.
And as if that wasn’t enough, the six-headed, well, now five-headed void dragon duplicated billions of itself, as they all constructed Jupiter-sized catastrophic draconic void blasts at Patrick.
The collective overwhelming power of hundreds of millions of literal galaxies and stars shifting through the void, coupled with tens of billions of planetary-sized draconic blasts, sent a wave of alarm throughout the Desolate Realm. The void even folded, assuming the shapes of the galaxies as they covered light-years of distance in an instant to attack Patrick.
Patrick’s eyes glowed with Conqueror’s aura, his previous golden black omni energy replaced by royal purple black energy. His cape fluttered gently despite the unstable, devastating energy as he stared into the cosmos of incoming attacks.
"Now that I don’t have to restrain myself, let’s see the outco of my raw physical strength. Absolute Foresight." Patrick said while inspecting his right fist.
[Passive Sub-Nature: Absolute Foresight; A sub-ability of Omni Sense. Observe and know every possible outco and the continuous outcos of every known outco.]
Omni Sense is basically omniscience with a little bit of spice, maybe too much.
Simultaneously, countless golden strings of tilines were constructed before him, each tiline showing a bubble of infinite possibilities. Seeing the infinite possibilities, all displaying scenes where he casually obliterated the entire Desolate Realm along with the avatar, Patrick sighed.
"As I thought. The GOAS Omniverse can withstand my power’s effects, but the characters remain weak. And making them stronger wouldn’t make any difference, since I would still exist beyond comparison."
Patrick internally monologed as he watched the scene in a ti non-existent state, the countless attacks all portrayed as black and white, including the avatar and its little void dragon subordinate. And the reason for this wasn’t because he was thinking, but simply because of his speed, which is incalculable by all asures.
In the ti non-existent state, let’s call it "no-ti state," Patrick casually drifted towards the attacks, closing the distance in no ti. "Whatever, I can just restrain my powers even more."
As if significantly reducing his speed, the scene returned to normal as Patrick flew straight into the cosmos of attacks. As he barged through the galaxies and stars, explosions beyond calculable limits erupted simultaneously.
A stream of millions of exploding galaxies and stars can be seen from the void as Patrick continued his ascent, his figure seen as a streak of light zooming through the void like an unstoppable missile.
But not ignoring the void dragon’s attacks, Patrick turned on his back and gently blew at the incoming planet-sized dragon blasts, his breath dissolving the attacks into vaporized clouds of dust as they faded into the void.
Seeing this, the void dragon subordinate expressed shock, its eyes a clear indication of its disbelief, "How is that possible?! Every attack is supported by the Law of Void."
Disregarding the void dragon, Patrick continued blasting through the galaxies and stars.
"A magnificent treasure of an armor, Conqueror Supre, but let’s see how it fares against my Dao of Primordial Devouring."
The avatar’s voice reverberated as four consecutive blackholes erged in the void, each centered at one specific corner, as if aiming to tear Patrick like the four horses pull of death, but in this case, they are blackholes.
"Alright, let’s wrap it up," Patrick said as he halted mid-flight. With a re gaze, the blackholes instantly faded, and the hundreds of millions of remaining galaxies and stars exploded simultaneously, a trembling force cracking even the fabrics of reality, the devastating effect of hundreds of millions of galaxies and stars realized in real ti.
The catastrophic obliteration left a shockwave throughout the Desolate Domain, even sending another alarm across the Desolate Realm entirely.
Not even allowing the tick of an instant, Patrick moved, appearing over the bodies of all billions of the void dragon subordinates. Then, looking down condescendingly, Patrick spoke, "You served your purpose, insect," as he thrust his hand into the void dragon’s skull, uprooting its head and spinal vertebrae completely from its body.
But this bloody fatality was only done by one Patrick, as each Patrick killed the void dragon with different fatal attacks. One blown into dust, another finger-flicked and pulverized, crushed like compressed tal, ford into a blood ball, separated and shredded between countless dinsions, and countless more seen at the scene.
But regardless of the thod, all duplicates of the void dragon died simultaneously, its existence erased for eternity. And all this happened in no ti.
"How dare you slaughter my subordinate in my presence?" The avatar’s voice echoed once again as hundreds of thousands of Nihility Sanction Daos materialized from the void.
But not even acknowledging the sanctions, Patrick held out his left arm as he made a grabbing gesture. And suddenly, a male silhouette could be seen clutched in Patrick’s grasp, its figure hardly definable, since its body was rged with the void.
"Your charade ends here, little bug."
"So does yours, Conqueror Supre! Ancient Grand Dao, Infinite Cycles."
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