"You are an idiot," she said, her tone soft now, the anger melting from her face. Before I could reply, she moved forward and settled herself on my lap.
For a moment, I froze, unsure if this was part of some new trap but then her arms wrapped around my neck, and all thoughts of escape vanished. I let out a quiet breath and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
"I missed you," I whispered near her ear.
She didn’t answer right away. Her breath brushed against my neck, slow and steady. Then she whispered back, "I missed you too."
Her head rested on my shoulder, and for a while, we just sat there, listening to the faint hum of the wind outside the hut. My hand moved gently up her back, feeling the tension fade away beneath my fingers. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine.
Then she leaned forward, closing the distance between us. Our lips met.
Her hand slid to the back of my head, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until the world itself seemed to slow down around us. Her lips were soft and full of care.
We spent the next hour together, talking about everything. She told me about her training, her progress toward reaching Grandmaster rank, and the quest she had received.
Before I left, I promised her again, this time more seriously that I wouldn’t go off alone on my new adventure. She didn’t say anything, just gave me a look that said she’d believe it when she saw it.
Once I stepped out of the hut, I reached out through my Psynapse, connecting with the world core, and checked on my summons.
Lyrate’s aura was the first I sensed. Her battlefield was a work of twisted art, rows of dead abominations arranged neatly, their corpses placed like decorations from one end of the zone to the other.
At the center, she sat upon a throne built from the bodies of grandmaster abominations, her presence radiating authority. Even the human grandmasters who’d gone with her floated at a safe distance, drenched in sweat and trembling despite their rank.
Then came Ragnar. His zone wasn’t even a zone anymore, it was just destruction. Three massive craters spread across the land, each deep enough to become a lake. The earth still smoked. Ragnar floated high above, arms crossed, clearly satisfied.
Next was Knight. He was pure motion, darting between abominations so fast that even my senses through the world core could barely track him. By the time one creature fell, he was already behind the next, slicing through them with terrifying precision. He was already on his fourth zone, leaving trails of shredded remains behind.
And finally, Silver. I found him soaring high above his battlefield, two colossal tornadoes spinning at his sides. Wind roared like thunder as the abominations below were crushed and torn apart. The few that survived barely had a second to react before Silver dove down, ripping through them effortlessly.
Watching them all, I couldn’t help but smile. It was hard not to feel a strange sense of pride.
Once I was sure they were working enthusiastically, crushing everything in their paths without hesitation, I let my senses drift outward, searching for Dante. But his presence was like smoke; no matter how hard I tried to pin it down, it slipped through my grasp.
I wasn’t worried, though. Dante had a way of appearing exactly when he wanted to, and I was certain he’d find me once he finished his preparations.
Taking a steady breath, I stepped forward, then launched myself upward, tearing through the sky.
The air roared past me as I broke through the thin veil of clouds, ripping across space until the land beneath me turned into endless blue.
Far below stretched the ocean. A small piece of land floated at the heart of it all, a lonely island thick with trees and vegetation but devoid of life.
I descended slowly, letting the wind fade from my ears as I landed at the center of the island.
With a quiet exhale, I sat down cross-legged.
Then, I checked my new status.
[Status]
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Name : Billion Ironhart
Race : Executor(Human)
Class : Primordial Executor – Transcendent (Mythic)
Laws:
- Minor Law of Absolute - 80% (Space, EC, Devour, Assimilation)
- Level 5 - Minor Law of Space, Minor Law of Elemental Convergence,
- Minor Law of Devour, Minor Law of Stormfire, Minor Law of Froststorm, Minor Law of Assimilation
- Level 4 - Minor Law of Time, Minor Law of Polarity
- Level 3 - Minor Law of Resonance
Awakened Weapon: Executor’s Staff
Rank: Grandmaster
Level : 300
Talent :
- Generator Prime 1
- Essence : 400/400
- Soul Shackle : 4
Attributes :
- Strength: Omega (4050)
- Constitution: Omega (4240)
- Dexterity: Omega (4035)
- Psynapse : Omega (4189)
- Essence : ∞
Skills:
- Essence Engine (Innate) Level 9
- Psynapse Fracture (Max)(6)
- Devouring Horizon Level 5
- Eclipse Convergence Level 5
- Collapsing Heaven Level 7
- Lightning Rend Level 7
- Sovereign Reversal Level 7
- Phantom Dive Level 7
- Absolute Domain Level 8
- Revert Level 7
- Fractured Unity Level 5
- Sanctum of Judgement Level 7
- Lotus of Annihilation Level 7
- Thunderflame Dominion Level 5
- Runic Ascent Level 5(Max)
- Singularity Beam (Weapon Skill)
- Executor’s Halo (Passive)
- Equivalence Clause (Passive)
Abilities:
- Apex Body – Transcendent (Passive)]
- Trait Acquisition
Rights:
- Right to Insight
- Right to Isolate
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I ignored everything else as soon as my eyes locked onto the Laws section. That was where the real problem lay for me.
To cross into the next rank, the requirements were simple on paper, reach level 300, complete the advancement quest, and comprehend a major law.
For most people, this was a linear path. They would start with a smaller aspect of a law, like space compression or thermal conversion and then refine it, deepen their understanding, and evolve it into a major law.
But my situation was... different. For me, each so-called minor law was already vast, complex, and layered, almost as if I had taken bites out of entire laws themselves.
The deeper I went, the more it felt like I wasn’t learning fragments but shaping the entire structure from the ground up.
That meant pushing one of them to the level of a major law wasn’t just hard, it was like trying to build a mountain from the dust of galaxies.
Still, I wasn’t planning to stop.
My focus drifted to another area that had been burning in my thoughts lately, the domain. The way the Phantom’s domain had worked still lingered in my mind.
It wasn’t just a manifestation of power; it was alive, flexible, and terrifyingly efficient. It didn’t just suppress or expand, it rewrote the battlefield itself.
My own domain, Absolute, was born from my class and my comprehension of several laws. It existed as a passive authority that enforced my will subconsciously. But now, with time and the Law of Time itself resonating faintly within me, I saw a way to evolve it further.
I wanted a domain that wasn’t just passive, but active, one that fought alongside me.