Chapter 302: Between Dawn and Death (3)
Just like all his other incarnations, he witnessed the beginning of the Lower Dinsion... but this ti, he also gained the mories of the Second and Third Incarnations as well.
In that mont, he didn’t know what to make of it.
Nineteen full Cycles had passed since his birth — nineteen Cycles entangled with Eidora, shaped by her presence, her guidance, and her love.
But now, with Thanatophilla entering the equation, he needed more power.
And those inherited mories granted him exactly that: sword mastery, ancient instincts, and the legacy of the Dragon of Endings and Eternity — all elevated to match his current state of existence.
Even so, the strength he gained still fell short of the power wielded by Eidora and Thanatophilla, both of whom he now understood to be Seventh??Dinsional Beings.
So, much like his ti in the First Heaven — and parts of the Second — he began forging deeper bonds across the realm, connections that expanded his understanding and broadened his strength.
His days were spent with Eidora, along with countless sessions of pleasure. His nights were consud by the dreams — visions of Thanatophilla that grew more vivid, more tangible, with each passing cycle.
This continued for another ten cycles. And by then, his power had soared.
The stronger he beca, the more he could draw from the echoes of his past selves — and the more he learned about his Origin.
By this ti, he had risen to the level of a Seventh??Dinsional Being. But if he was advancing so quickly, then so were the two won whose fates were now intertwined with his.
Eidora and Thanatophilla were locked in a tide of power and influence. If one of them surpassed the other, the curse could either be erased... or completed.
So, when Ash rose two more ranks, stepping into the peak of Dinsional Overlord, they too advanced — reaching the Infinite Weaver rank.
This shift expanded their influence from the 50th Heaven all the way to the 60th. And in the midst of that tension, it beca clear.
A single man now stood between Dawn and Death.
In the 30th Cycle, Ash found himself seated within a cosmos of pure emptiness — a void that resembled the current Ash’s cosmos when he first received the Origin Self physique.
But this ti, the realm was shaped by the self??created powers he had accumulated across the Cycles.
By now, all the inherited mories had settled and though he still had not spoken to the very first incarnation. He knew he was an ancient being, reincarnating since the beginning of ti... Yet he still did not know the true goal of that first self.
While the Middle Dinsion waged wars across realms and fought off invaders, Ash had never been part of that struggle. He knew of it — he had seen the cosmic stele — but his drive ca from Eidora’s love... and now, from Thanatophilla’s as well.
So, when he shaped this inner cosmos, it wasn’t for whatever purpose the first incarnation had intended.
It was for sothing far simpler, far more personal...
A place where both of his wives could live in unity with him, forever.
"Truly a simp..." Ash muttered, though he couldn’t bla the man. Even with far more than two main wives across his incarnations, he had created sothing similar in the Sacred Dinsion.
And with that... the tale continued as it always had.
Days shaped by beauty. Nights haunted by obsession and death.
Yet now that Ash had a personal goal — a future he wanted to build — he spent less ti forging new connections and more ti shaping creation itself.
It took him until the 40th Cycle before his inner cosmos finally resembled the early structure of the Lower Dinsion.
Over those ten Cycles, his feelings for both Eidora and Thanatophilla deepened. The tug??of??war created by the curse no longer mattered; his heart had divided itself evenly, and he did not deny it.
The day he completed his Lower Dinsion, he felt ready — eager — to move forward.
But none of them could have predicted how their disregard for the wider dinsional affairs would return to haunt them.
Back in the 50th Heaven, Thanatophilla had once been deeply attuned to worldly matters. But once her obsession found a ho in Ash, she too stopped caring.
That day when he completed his dinsion, Ash had impregnated Eidora... And that night, within the dream??realm that had long since beco a personal domain, he also impregnated Thanatophilla.
And it was on that very night — with Ash standing beside Eidora and Thanatophilla, with countless won gathered behind them — that everything changed.
The air shimred around him as he lifted his hand. Space bent, folded, and peeled open like a curtain drawn aside. A swirling gateway of light and shadow ford before them — the entrance to his Lower Dinsion.
Aphrodite, who was the embodint of Eidora, stepped closer, eyes wide with awe. "You actually finished it," she whispered. "Your own Dinsion..."
Persephone, who was Thanatophilla, crossed her arms.
"But... It’s still incomplete," she said, though her voice carried reluctant admiration. "I can feel the instability of it."
Ash smirked. "It’s not separate from existence yet. I need more ti — and a higher rank — before it becos fully independent."
Aphrodite nudged him lightly. "But it’s enough for us, isn’t it?"
"It’s more than enough," he said. "This will be our paradise... and our ho."
Persephone rolled her eyes. "You’re too sentintal, love."
"And you’re jealous," Aphrodite shot back.
"Of what? His Dinsion or his attention?"
"Both."
Ash stepped between them before their tension could stir more.
"Ladies.... not now. From now onwards... we will all get along like one nice clan."
Aphrodite huffed.... Persephone smirked.... But in the end, they both obeyed him.
Behind them, the countless won who had followed Ash through the Heavens murmured with excitent as they approached the portal.
"You all can go in first," Ash said gently. "You have nothing to worry about... It’s all ours."
One by one, they stepped through — vanishing into the swirling light.
Persephone watched them go, as she rose a brow. "They.... trust you completely and blindly, huh?"
Aphrodite added, "As they should."
Ash exhaled, feeling the weight of the mont settle on his shoulders. He turned to the two won beside him.
"Alright... let’s go inside. Then we can—"
He stopped.... no not just him, but they all ca to halt.
CRACK!
The very fabrics of space cracked around the trio.
The sky above the 60th Heaven — normally a serene expansive tunnel of pale blue and yellow — fractured like a mirror struck by a hamr.
Aphrodite’s smile faded. "Huh... don’t tell ..."
Persephone’s eyes narrowed, her aura darkening. "This...."
As the cracks spread, spiderwebbing across the sky. Light bled through them ... and not so divine light, but sothing colder, hungrier.
Ash stepped forward, instincts screaming... Though he hadn’t paid much attention to outside affairs... he had knowledge from those who did.
"A dinsional invasion?" He said as he prepared to move... However, in that mont,
The cracks tore open.... and the pressure that poured through it was suffocating — a force so imnse that even Aphrodite and Persephone staggered.
Persephone whispered, "Ash... these beings... they’re far beyond Infinite Weavers...."
Aphrodite grabbed his arm. "We need to leave.... Now!"
But Ash didn’t move... he couldn’t move. Not because he was scared... not because he was too weak, but in this mont he had a vision.
One of the First Incarnation...
He had never spoken directly to any of them. He had never guided, never commanded, never shaped their lives.
But now — in this mont — he gave advice...
It was but a single sentence... yet, the words struck him like a cosmic hamr.
"Enter the rift... don’t choose asly bonds."
Ash’s vision cleared as he stared into the rift — and saw shapes erging.
They were armies... not of conquerors but pure destroyers.
Entities of annihilation, their forms shifting like static torn from a broken universe. Their silhouettes flickered between shapes — humanoid, beastlike, formless — as if reality itself couldn’t decide what they were.
Their eyes burned with collapsing realities, miniature implosions of dying worlds.
Just looking at them made Ash’s eyes bleed.
Their existence was too incomprehensible, too wrong, too far beyond the logic of his current prowess.
They did not hesitate. They did not speak.
The mont they saw Ash, Aphrodite, and Persephone — they attacked.
HUMMMMM!!!!!
A sphere of catastrophic energy ford in the lead invader’s hand, bright enough to bleach the world white.
Aphrodite gasped. "Ash—!"
Persephone snarled. "MOVE!"
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