HBWnovel Chapter 467: Floor 88: Those Who Aspire to Godhood (6)
Chapter 467: Floor 88: Those Who Aspire to Godhood (6)
A gray domain descended upon the world.
Simultaneously, the domains forged through centuries of battle began to unravel and dissipate.
"[Th-This is...]"
The grayness could not be called part of this world.
It was foreign, an anomaly—a domain where no laws or order held sway.
"[You have activated the Great Collapse (Negation).]"
A pitch-black sphere materialized in the world, swiftly hurtling toward Paragup. He hastily reinforced his entire body in defense.
BOOM!
"Kuh-ugh!"
But his efforts were in vain.
The black sphere pierced through his defenses, striking directly at his essence.
"Urgh!"
In an attempt to endure the impact, Paragup tried to synchronize with the power of the earth. Yet the ground, consumed by the grayness, no longer heeded his will. His authority faltered, its mechanisms beginning to fail.
"What in the world is this...?"
"[Hah! Come, come! Face me!]"
Keboruak flapped his wings furiously. He was summoning the forces of the heavens to disperse the grayness in one decisive strike.
But the energy refused to gather. It was as if a barrier had cut him off, leaving him disconnected from the world.
Their senses, cast adrift by the cradle of chaos, consumed them.
Step.
And then, Taesan—the master of the grayness—approached them.
Paragup's pupils quivered. Emotions, always suppressed and tranquil, surged within him like turbulent waves.
"Ugh... UAAAAH!"
Unable to withstand the terror, he lunged forward. Keboruak, trembling from head to toe, spread his wings and charged at Taesan.
Taesan greeted them with a swing of his blade.
KABOOM!
The battle erupted. Stripped of their domains, Paragup and Keboruak spiraled into panic, unable to mount an adequate defense.
"There’s nothing left to salvage."
Taesan resolved to end it.
"[You have activated the Frozen World (Chaos).]"
CRACK!
A gray frost engulfed the immortals. Despite their panic, their instincts desperately tried to counter Taesan’s assault.
But it was futile. The grayness shattered their defenses, neutralized their power, and delivered devastating blows to their very essence.
"Guh!"
"Argh, ugh..."
Even their screams faltered, leaving unerasable wounds upon their bodies and souls.
At that moment, the domain of chaos dissipated.
The gray world that had swallowed everything vanished without a trace.
"...This is absurd."
Checking the cost of his actions, Taesan let out a hollow laugh.
The Chaos Domain had only lasted for a minute or two, and its range was limited to the void within the rift—a scope insignificant when measured against the world at large.
Yet, even this brief activation had drained the entirety of his divine essence and black energy.
"This isn’t a power to be used recklessly."
But the results were undeniable. The gray domain had engulfed the world, erasing the immortals' domains in an instant. Unable to continue their resistance, they had fallen.
The battle was over.
Taesan’s victory was absolute.
Approaching the immortals now frozen in ice, Taesan stood before them. They stared back at him with dazed expressions.
"You... You shouldn’t exist in this world..."
Paragup managed to rasp out.
He had encountered transcendents several times before. He had some understanding of their power and their nature.
But what Taesan had displayed was unlike anything he had ever seen.
It wasn’t the power of a transcendent. It was something alien, something that didn’t belong to this world.
"You are... a force that corrupts the universe. You shouldn’t exist..."
He muttered in a trance-like state.
Without responding, Taesan raised his blade to Paragup’s chest. Summoning what little remained of his divine essence and black energy, he prepared to act.
Flicker.
Simply by standing on the earth, his authority activated. The conditions were easy to meet, and the ability consumed no resources.
Paragup had used this authority to create an endlessly regenerating suit of armor.
Though Taesan couldn’t yet wield it to that extent, it provided formidable defensive support.
As for Keboruak’s authority, it was remarkably efficient. Taesan kicked off the ground, his body soaring into the air.
Focusing his mind, he found himself moving freely through the sky, like a bird.
Previously, he had relied on fairy wings for flight. Now, he could maneuver through the air effortlessly without activating a skill.
Moreover, he could manipulate the winds and accelerate his body using the energy of the heavens.
Both skills required no energy expenditure. Since they activated in opposite domains—earth and sky—they were easy to integrate. They were highly practical powers.
In addition, Bardray’s attack power had significantly increased, likely due to their clash with the immortal-level opponents.
Bardray: Prince of a Ruined World
The prince of the fallen empire of Cavert. Bardray, reborn as a blade incarnate.
Attack Power: +3,012
His attack power had surged by 150 in one go.
Even Akasha underwent a noticeable change.
[No... This... No...]
“What is it? Did something come to mind?”
Akasha muttered incomprehensibly. After a moment of silence, her tone turned confused.
[Enemy. Ally. Chaos... Everything is jumbled together. Memories... My memories...]
Akasha groaned in pain, unable to finish her sentence.
[Just... give me a moment. I need time to sort this out.]
“Take your time.”
Taesan left Akasha to her thoughts.
The quest was complete. Using the Master of the Skies authority, Taesan emerged from the battlefield.
“Oh! Ohhh!”
The people waiting outside cried out in relief and joy at the sight of him.
“The ones who forced their faith upon you are no more.”
Taesan addressed them. The people bowed their heads, offering him their gratitude and reverence.
“I will leave now. This world is yours to govern. Unite with one another, compete when necessary, and strive to make this world peaceful.”
“Yes!”
“We will follow your words, Lord Taesan!”
How long would this reverence last?
These people would spread the tale of what they had witnessed and experienced.
They would speak of a god named Taesan who appeared, punished those who sought to force faith upon them, and then vanished.
Religions and sects would form to worship him. His name would be passed down, etched into their hearts as a divine entity.
Generations would come and go, and they would tell the story as if it were an ancient legend.
They would recount the days when this world was in chaos, plagued by two ferocious beings who demanded worship.
And of the one who appeared, vanquished them, and freed the people.
This tale would continue to spread. Over time, the name of Taesan would become an indelible part of this world’s history.
That was enough.
Taesan’s physical form disappeared. He was no longer in this world.
But the people remained kneeling, heads bowed. Even hours after his departure, they held their positions, unmoving.
[Your level has increased.]
[Your level has increased.]
[Your level has increased.]
[You have obtained the Staff of Crawling Something.]
[You have obtained ???.]
The rewards for clearing the floor were generous.
The Staff of Crawling Something was a piece of equipment tied to black magic. The secret reward appeared to be of a similar nature.
“This should be enough to acquire at least one intermediate black magic skill.”
There was no reason to delay.
Taesan descended the stairs without hesitation.
[Quest for Floor 89 has begun.]
[Destroy the outpost of the Old God in the universe.]
[Reward: The Ring of Eternally Echoing Reverberations.]
[Secret Reward: ???.]