"You—" Reign snarled.
He planned to kill the god of creation himself, yet his fake self had the nerve to pull such a cheap trick. The frustration hit him like missing out on the most delicious al in the universe.
"Not yet," Re said, without looking at him. "You can be angry later, but we don’t have ti. While you two fight, the biggest threat in the universe is coming after us!"
His attention stayed fixed on the wounded god, stripping away the god’s divinity.
The god’s body looked like mud drying in real ti.
"Who are you? What are you?" Asmon’s voice thundered, teeth bared. "And what do you intend to do?"
Re smiled. "No hard feelings. All this ti, you were just an extra. We’re the real main characters here."
Before Asmon could speak again, his divinity was completely nullified. As he drew his last breath, all he could do was stare at his killer with burning resentnt.
Re hurled the corpse toward Reign.
"Devour him. Now!"
Reign hated being commanded, but the temptation of more power outweighed his frustration. He would just kill Re later for his insolence.
The devoured essence of a god hit him like a second heartbeat — one that did not belong to him, had never belonged to anything, and refused to be contained.
It did not rge cleanly. It collided.
"So I have to ta it, huh?" Reign smiled, seeing it as a challenge.
His own divine energy began to flow, wrestling for control. If there was one thing his body excelled at, it was rging any kind of elent — even ones that were completely opposite.
The first sign was the color.
The black-red aura that had always clung to him ignited from within. Not extinguished. Superseded.
Gold detonated outward from his core like a second sun being born inside a dying one, and where the two energies t, they did not blend.
They wrestled, furious and tectonic, until sothing new was forced into existence in the space between them.
A color that had no na yet. It would need one, eventually. Reality would have to coin the term.
He was becoming a new entity altogether. The outline of his body beca a border between two states of reality rather than a surface of skin and energy. Inside that border —
They looked like a cluster of miniature suns. It was as if he had beco a fragnt of the universe itself.
When the transformation was complete, a wide grin stretched across his now smooth, energy-filled face.
Two laws were now under his control: the Law of Absolute Creation and the Law of Absolute Destruction.
He flexed his fingers, and in that instant, he realized his Divine Creation had reached a level where even creating life was no longer a dream.
If before his power had been like a 3D printer, now he had the hardware to breathe souls into his own creations.
It would still take a long ti, but the frawork was finally there.
Asmon was indeed powerful. Perhaps killing him was only possible because of Re’s strategy.
He turned to his fake self, scrutinizing it. Re was far more cunning than Reign, no doubt about it.
"You said the biggest threat is coming? Are you talking about the Void?"
Re nodded. "That’s right. That thing has already broken into our reality. It’s destroyed multiple galaxies while chasing . I did my best to buy you ti, but it won’t be enough."
"Is it really that strong?" A dangerous smile ford on his lips. "If it’s stronger than Asmon, I might forgive you for ruining my fight."
"Asmon?" Re almost burst out laughing. "That old relic who claims to be the creator is nothing but a fraud. He only mastered a law."
"How about the Void?" Reign asked. "Is it using a law too?"
Re shook his head. "The Void is sothing beyond this universe. And since my power cos from the sa source, we can’t use laws the way you do."
Before they could finish speaking, the space around them split apart with a crack.
From the rupture erged an entity he knew all too well.
Darkness swirled and twisted, but it wasn’t empty — it was a storm of fractured space, shards of reality hanging in its wake.
THE VOID.
If there was a way to describe it, it was like staring into a storm. But instead of wind and clouds, it spun with warped space, twisting and breaking around itself.
Within it, dark lightning surged, strong enough to vaporize even the hardest tal with ease.
It looked both massive and small at the sa ti, as it constantly compressed and stretched the space around it.
"Original," Re spoke as he appeared beside Reign. "Before we fight, let’s deal with that thing first. Neither of us can take it alone. You can feel it too, right?"
Reign said nothing. His attention was fixed on the anomaly before him.
Despite his recent power-up, he felt small in its presence. No wonder even his other self, who had gained unrivaled strength through his ta power, was begging for help.
When he faced Asmon, even though the party was far stronger at first, he never felt small, nor did he think he was facing soone unbeatable.
But the Void was different. It didn’t even have a face, and yet he felt its presence mocking him — like an elephant looking down on an ant.
"What do you think our chances are?" Reign asked, already clenching his fist in anticipation.
"One percent," Re answered without hesitation.
"That low?" Reign was in disbelief.
"Believe . Against the Void, that’s already high."
Reign didn’t doubt his other self’s claim. The Void wasn’t just another enemy to destroy — it was sothing that existed beyond comprehension, and even with all his power, standing against it felt suicidal.
"It’s coming!" Re shouted, then blurred into existence, multiplying into countless copies of himself. "I’ll take it on first. You find a way to back up!"
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