Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

However, Dyon knew his limits. For a world on the level of his own, something that forcefully snatching its fundamental runes was beyond his ability. Even attempting it would be asking for death.

But this world… This world that actually dared to place a jumping clown like Death before him… He would do as he pleased here.

If he couldn't subdue this small, weak world, he didn't deserve to take even the first step on this long journey.

"YIELD!"

Dyon's sudden roar blasted the unblemished eight beast pillar apart, caving in the four golden double doors and sending them flying down their black corridors.

His Vajra Body appeared above him, shattering the ceiling above their heads and revealing a blue sun hanging in the skies.

The entire world shivered and trembling, the low whine of what sounded almost like a failing engine filling the ears of its population.

In that moment, every citizen of this odd world suddenly felt an emptiness in their hearts, as though something had suddenly been forcefully snatched.

Dyon's seated body began to fly into the air, runes of gold, silver and bronze whipping around his body as though still struggling to break free.

There was something Dyon had come to understand during his meditation. Why was it that his alchemy didn't work, but his [Judgement] weapon's arrays had?

At first, he dismissed it, thinking it was because [Judgement] only had similar enough laws to work. After all, [Judgement] held a lot of the same pain and suffering War, Famine, Death and Conquest wills had.

It was later he realized that he was right, but more importantly that this conclusion was even more important than even he thought. It was exactly this realization that allowed him to grasp the first of the fundamental runes of this world, allowing him to open the path toward comprehending the others.

"Come…"

The dozens of runes stopped spinning in place. In the end, they zipped toward Dyon and entered his forehead.

Blue rays of sun descended upon Dyon's body, a light smile coating his blood dripping lips.

He took a deep breath as the skies opened up, pouring down rays of gold that healed his body near instantaneously. In those moments, he felt no different from a God. Not one of those fake gods like Zeus or Odin who built their reputations among mortals, but a true God that reigned above all. One that created with a breath and destroyed with a thought.

Of course, it wasn't exactly like this. Dyon had forced this world's Heavens to give him its fundamental runes, but he had yet to truly master them. Much like the previous analogy, he could now count from 0 to 9, but he still had a ways to go before he could reach 10 and 11, let alone reconstructing the fundamental laws of this universe from its fundamental runes.

However, Dyon hadn't done this for the sake of merely grasping the laws of this world. His goal was much grander than that.

Luckily, Dyon didn't have to worry about the shocked gazes of everyone around him. This trial ground was most definitely secluded and extremely well hidden. War, Conquest, Death and Famine would most definitely not want normal day to day people knowing that their world was just a battle ground for a much stronger world. They likely had no idea that the four most powerful experts of their world had been killed at Dyon's hands.

He simply descended from the skies, landing by his daughter's side.

"You can fly now." Alauna said.

"Of course." Dyon smiled. "If taken to the absolute extreme, I can likely diligently study to the point that I can live for as long as this world exists…"

Dyon said these words softly, but he didn't care much for this realization. This would be no different from tying himself to this weak world. After all, this weak world had no influence on stronger worlds. Which meant that if he wanted to take advantage of this, he would not only need to waste what might be millions of years perfectly comprehending its fundamental runes, but in order to enjoy the fruits of his labor, he wouldn't be able to leave this world either.

Plus, this wasn't the sort of conclusion he wanted. After all, even a world's lifespan was limited. It was just longer than a person's… And it might not necessarily even be longer than Immortals of the Immortal Plane either.

Dyon remembered something incredibly important the four horsemen had said when he first entered…

The last trial taker only appeared thousands of years ago. But this didn't make any sense considering the last trial taker should have appeared trillions of years ago.

This meant that time and lifespans worked differently in this world. Living here until this world collapsed may not even be worth much when compared to other worlds.

Maybe the reason the time had been exactly one to one within the trial grounds was because of the special building surroundings. In the end, Dyon had gotten what he needed from this world, there was no need to stay here for long, or who knew how long passed in his world?

Since he had destroyed a good portion of the trial grounds, the effects likely wouldn't last much longer.

"Let's go."

Dyon touched his daughter's shoulder and disappeared. Maybe in the future, someone would eventually stumble upon this ruin. But, it had nothing to do with Dyon anymore.

**

"Where've you been? You disappeared for months!" Ri all but bit his ears off, her adorable canines shining as she ranted.

Dyon scratched the back of his head, accepting his scolding obediently.

Technically, he came out quite lucky. If thousands of years to that world was trillions to them, that meant a single second was worth at least a billion. A billion seconds in exchange for one… 30 years in the blink of an eye… Such a thought made Dyon shudder. It seemed he had been a bit too reckless this time around.