Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The momentum of Dyon's breakthrough was so great that the entire star segment was alerted. Wild surges of violent energy took hold, causing various natural phenomena to ravage the countless bubble worlds.

However, oddly, the space around Dyon was tranquil without compare.

Dyon stood by a silver table with numerous void beasts parts neatly organized around him. Miniature arrays were ceaselessly decomposing and restructuring their various parts. Any expert would be able to tell immediately that Dyon was actually executing what amounts to hundreds of different experiments at once.

However, the man himself was completely dazed. He was so focused on his own body that he believed that this was maybe the most anti-climactic breakthrough he had ever experienced. He clearly had no idea that rolling waves were surging over this Well Clan's star segment. In fact, there were even signs of it crossing over and entering adjacent star segments.

'It was my eternity's balance constitution that had a breakthrough, but why was it that it caused me to enter the comprehension facet? Even further than that, what the hell is going on with –'

Dyon's expression changed violently as a crack resounded through his mind. It was so loud that his ear drums burst and blood fell from his ears like a torrential tide.

However, the sound didn't come from the surroundings. Oddly enough, the graveyard was completely untouched as though nothing was happening, it was just as uneventful as Dyon's immediate surroundings.

That was when Dyon realized that the crack had actually resounded from within himself. His eyes couldn't help but widen when he realized that that crack was actually coming from the final chain wrapped around his soul.

Dyon's visage was solemn at this moment. Just a crack had made it feel as though his head was about to collapse.

In truth, the shattering of the chains had never harmed Dyon before, and only ever harmed the world around him. Or else, even if he had ten lives, he would have been dead by now. The might of these chains weren't normal by any stretch of the imagination.

But this time, it had actually harmed him.

Though this was the case, it wasn't because this final shattering would do so. It really was just that sound of the crack that nearly turned his brain to mush.

It was only after all of this that Dyon registered Saru and Lilith's conversation. Though the shattering of his ear drums had caused him to lose the ability to hear the second half, the first half was sufficient enough to send him into a tailspin.

Was he really breaking into the fourth facet now?

At that moment, a strong wind swept out from Dyon. It couldn't be considered dangerous and even mortals would be able to stay on their feet beneath its presence. But, after it settled down, everything around Dyon felt different. It seemed the same… but impossibly dissimilar at the same time.

The surging torrents through the star segment finally crawled to a stop as well. Fortunately, in this small place, who was qualified to understand what had just happened? Maybe if there was some peerless old monster that had happened to pass by, or maybe if said expert took this small place as a location for secluded cultivation…

But, what were the odds of that?

Of course, things would be different if there just so happened to be a young man who didn't fear death. And, if that young man also just so happened to have killed a low elf of a powerful hegemon. And, if that low elf really didn't take that young man's threat seriously or perhaps wanted to drag down his race with him in revenge for a past slight that landed him in this small place to begin with…

If all of these happy coincidences just so happen to take form. Then, maybe… Just maybe someone powerful would be standing in the depths of space at this very moment, looking toward the direction of Dyon's graveyard.

Of course… This was all hypothetical. How could one have such bad luck?

**

At that moment, Dyon's clone was still walking in the underground space along with Butler 97. Though he could feel that qualitative change in his main body, it was unfortunate that this clone was created before said breakthrough, so it couldn't benefit much from it. Of course, it could still use Dyon's new comprehension.

If it was up to Dyon, he'd swap it with a new, stronger clone. But, due to the grace period, that was impossible. This current clone was locked into its role as a result.

That said, this wasn't all bad. After all, no matter how much more powerful his main body had just become, it couldn't possibly deal with the measures of an Immortal God's legacy world, right? So he would have to use his mind first and foremost regardless.

"We're here." Butler 97's face grew solemn for the first time. "Remember to rein in a bit of that arrogance of yours. I'm only ranked 97th, so I can't protect you from everything. In addition, my peers have been rearing their choices for years. I hadn't planned on participating at all because…"

A cold light flashed in the butler's gaze, something Dyon immediately took note of, before disappearing.

"… Never mind. It can be considered good luck that I've found you."

With that, the butler opened a door that led to a vast, practically vacant room. The only things present were a collection of youths, each of whom had another butler by their side.

Over 70 gazes converged onto Dyon. All of the youths seemed to want to see just who exactly it was that was being added so late. At the same time, another 70 gazes converged onto Butler 97. And, unlike the gazes of the youth that carried curiosity, there's carried undisguised contempt.

Dyon was quite surprised by this turnout.

In truth, considering he was the most powerful man on the mortal plane, it had been very long since anyone looked at him with contempt. However, after coming to the immortal plane, it seemed to happen every time he took a step outside.