The Villain has Perished



The momentary burst of strength ended. Sol lost the bottomless power coursing through him, returning to his original self.

But all was not lost.

[ Stellar Mana ]

A silver aura enveloped Sol as he floated in front of an illusory tree while holding Faena. He was using Stellar Mana to levitate.

The most basic use of non-elemental mana was strengthening the user physically, it didn't need any complicated training.

Similarly, with Stellar mana one could interfere with the gravitational field around them to an extent, at the basic level.

Moreover, Sol still retained his qualification to choose the Divine grade profession 'Sword God'. 

Professions were different from Attributes. If Sol wanted, he could have both 'Sword God' as well as 'Summoner'.

However, he decisively chose to ignore 'Sword God'.

"Are we out?"

"No, this is the void between the physical dream tree on the outside and the dream worlds inside."

This region was the boundary that connected both sides. The tree in front of Sol was the projection of the Dream Tree outside in reality.

Destroying it would do nothing. If it did, Sol would have done so already.

The only way to leave the Dream Tree was possible with Qantal's permission or after killing Qantal.

Sol scanned his surroundings. From here, one could see all dream worlds dangling on the tree as fruits.

It was the place that Qantal used to spectate every dream world. If the Illusive dragon wasn't here…

'Qantal entered one of the dream worlds.'

The Illusive Dragon King found a dream world so appetizing that it left its seat of spectator and decided to intervene.

"Hold on tight."

Faena had a déjà vu. 

She was shocked when Sol suddenly flew. 

In this space, she couldn't use magic except for F rank spells, and only depend on Sol to move.

The silver aura was fluctuating violently. Sol was having a hard time flying for the first time, but this method was the fastest. 

They didn't have time to use hound wolves as transportation. Flying was faster, and easier inside the dream tree.

'Don't die, Lumine'

Sol could only hope that Lumine was still alive. He flew around the fruits, searching for the dream world with Lumine.

As the sands of time continued to fall, Sol and Faena were lost in their own thoughts.

⟪ A small amount of Causality is moving ⟫

⟪ The existence of Tower grows further ⟫

⟪ The countdown for Coalescence has decreased ⟫

|| Time Remaining for Coalescence: 155 days → 150 days || 

Sol stared at the previous notifications.

Causality was the correcting force. It had many names, such as Will of Heavens, Fate, Destiny. 

It was the reason Sol never worried too much about the butterfly effects.

With the Causality, changes were bound to happen even if he went into hiding to increase his strength and never interacted with anyone.

The rank — the existence level — was directly correlated to the amount of Causality a being could move.

Dream world was the junction between reality and dreams. It couldn't affect reality, but Causality existed in this place.

As Sol reached an unparalleled strength inside Dream Tree, he did something that wasn't destined, even if it were a dream. 

If before his existence was too small to affect Causality, back there he reached a level that Causality couldn't ignore.

To balance the changes he brought to destiny, the Coalescence was shifted forward.

'The time didn't decrease as much as I thought it would.' he thought.

Sol already knew about Causality and he was prepared to lose more than a few days. 

At the same time, Faena continued to stare at Sol with a darkened gaze.

The realm of summoning he showed and the black hair reminded her of the legends. The legendary figure who fought against Beyonders to stop Ragnarok.

However, Sol's unparalleled swordsmanship, which was mightier than magic, changed her thoughts.

There was one more being with black hair, one whose history was completely buried, his myth now passed by word of mouth. 

The being had reached the apex of swordsmanship. 

He was called—

'Are you the incarnation of Dante?'

Dante, the first Daemon and...

—The Traitor.

The one who betrayed Solomon and raised his sword against his master.

Dante. The Daemon, who suddenly disappeared from the pages of history.

The strongest swordsman.

He called with many names.

It was said that Daemon had two goals: Revival of their King, Solomon, and elimination of Dante.

However, to this day, they haven't succeeded in either.

No one ever found where Dante hid after his betrayal.

…

Sol's patience was running thin as he wandered around the dream tree, searching for Lumine's dream world.

He saw many dream worlds.

Everyone in the Imperial Capital was caught in the Illusive Dragon King's spell. 

The people trapped in the dream worlds were struggling against the dream creatures, many already dead.

The cries for help and wails of despair stung Sol and Faena's ears.

However, they could only ignore the shriek of pain and the screams of desperation. It wasn't that they didn't want to help, rather they were powerless to help.

Saving hundreds of thousands of people wasn't possible with two of them alone. 

Faena didn't say anything and pressed her eyes shut, afraid of acknowledging the carnage and mayhem. 

Despite being the Priestess, this was the first time she saw such cruel deaths. If not for her wisdom of age, she would have been perhaps crying and retching after watching everything.

She didn't disturb Sol, believing that Sol was searching for something to solve the situation. 

Her gaze continued to wander as she looked for her daughter and the elves, to no avail. She was praying in her heart for everyone's safety.

Sol wasn't speaking anything either. 

'Don't die Lumine.'

He might've reached unparalleled strength using the primary rule once. But it was only momentary.

However, Qantal was different. The Illusive Dragon King could maintain omnipotence till infinity inside the dream world.

Sol had to hurry.

…

..

.

Spurt!

A purple rod stabbed into Lumine's throat. She fell to her knees, blood flowing out of her mouth and neck profusely.

Besides her, Charlotte, Baratos, and the elves lay unmoving. Their bodies were similarly impaled with purple rods.

"In this world I am God."

Spurt!

Another purple rod shattered Lumine's heart as soon as she heard Qantal's words.