Inside the secure confines of his personal pocket dinsion, Arthur stood ready.
He got a reward from the system and that was the ability to wield True Dragon God Slayer Magic.
The magic was monstrously powerful, an ultimate weapon in his already overflowing arsenal.
Its energy signature resonated perfectly with his two conceptual Sacred Gears: the Sword of Infinity and Chaos (gifted by Ophis) and the Sword of Dreams and Apocalypse (gifted by Great Red).
The magic wasn't ant to be used alone; it demanded the stabilizing power of the twin swords.
[Arthur, you can use that magic with our Sacred Gears in Balance Breaker mode. Don't worry about shredding reality anymore. But as of now, just don't go Juggernaut Drive,]
Great Red instructed, her presence in his Lifestream calm but authoritative.
Her patience had been rewarded;
Arthur had ascended to the conceptual level of a Dragon God, even if he wasn't yet her or Ophis's equal.
His newfound control over conceptual power ant that wielding the two swords in their ultimate forms was no longer a threat to the stability of his own existence.
[Please use us,]
Ophis requested, her voice a soft, expectant whisper.
Arthur nodded, feeling the imnse pride of his two patrons.
He was inside a neutral dinsional gap—the perfect testing ground.
He reached out and pulled the twin swords from their conceptual storage.
The Sword of Infinity and Chaos materialized first: a sleek, short sword with a black handle and a blade that shimred with deep purple, representing the chaotic vastness of the cosmos.
Next ca the Sword of Dreams and Apocalypse: a massive, heavy claymore with a crimson-red handle and a blade that glowed with a sickly, vibrant green, embodying the potential for both ultimate creation and destruction.
When the two Sacred Gears appeared, Arthur felt his own power skyrocket.
The combined, balanced energy of the two True Dragon Gods flowed through him, enhancing his power into sothing truly transcendent.
A wave of absolute confidence washed over him; he was certain he could engage even the likes of Sirzechs Lucifer in his Super Devil form.
Taking a deep, stabilizing breath, Arthur uttered the sacred command for the first ti with these ultimate gears.
"Balance Breaker…"
A blinding nexus of black, purple, and green light enveloped him. When the light subsided, Arthur was covered head-to-toe in a magnificent, terrifying suit of black, streamlined armor.
The armor was inlaid with luminous green and purple jewels, perfectly balancing the colors of his two patrons.
From his back erupted four pairs of magnificent dragon wings, each one tipped with glowing energy, powerful enough to traverse dinsions.
He then channeled the newly acquired True Dragon God Slayer Magic—a magic that represented the annihilation of even Dragon Gods—through the two swords.
The energy focused into the blades, making them sing with destructive potential.
Testing the true extent of his power, Arthur swung the two swords in a single, synchronized arc.
The attack wasn't ant to strike anything within the dinsional gap, but the gap itself.
The dual-wielded energy cut through the fabric of the dinsional gap as easily as a knife through butter.
The very concept of the barrier dissolved, and for a heart-stopping mont, Arthur saw what lay behind: countless, vibrant, and sprawling dinsions.
He could glimpse the entirety of the Tower Dungeon's true breadth—a seemingly infinite number of universes laid bare before him.
He could go to any universe he wanted inside the dungeon.
The Tower Dungeon was not omnipotent, but it was self-preserving.
The dinsional gap, a critical pathway within the structure, healed itself in a matter of seconds, the rupture stitching closed with alarming speed.
Imdiately, Arthur's internal system registered a concise, automated, Warning.
[SYSTEM ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED DINSIONAL RUPTURE DETECTED. FIXING COST: 100,000 DUNGEON POINTS. FURTHER BREACHES WILL INCUR ESCALATING PENALTIES.]
A sardonic smile touched Arthur's lips.
The Tower, the entity that governed his entire existence, couldn't truly punish him.
It could only enforce its own rules by making him pay the cost of fixing the damage with points.
"It can't do anything except for making pay with dungeon points. It can't punish …"
Arthur thought, the realization settling in his mind.
The Tower Dungeon wasn't omnipotent; it was vast, powerful, yet rule-bounded.
The knowledge gave him a sense of ultimate freedom, but he imdiately reined in his recklessness.
He had no desire to beco an ungrateful brat who destroyed the foundation that had given him his current power.
He dismissed the Balance Breaker armor, the swords vanishing in twin flashes of light.
He had his proof of power and the critical new knowledge of the Tower's limits.
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