The Villain has Perished



In the void between Dimensions.

It was an enigmatic and mysterious space that existed beyond the boundaries of known realms. 

This realm of emptiness, where no discernible matter or energy existed, housed the dimensions.

Seven shining dimensions – hosting the remaining 7 seven surviving worlds – crashed into each other. 

They were being driven by Causality to shorten the Coalescence countdown.

The Seven Worlds.

World of Mutants

World of Technology

World of Kaijus

Word of Returnees

World of Love

World of Cultivators

World of Sword & Magic 

Ten seconds passed.

Coalescence began.

Sky shattered as residents across the surviving worlds watched calamity descend.

Lands merged, space disappeared, planets morphed and wormholes manifested. 

An air of confusion and terror permeated the atmosphere. People scrambled frantically, their faces etched with disbelief and horror. 

Amidst the commotion, acts of both selflessness and self-preservation emerged. 

Strangers offered helping hands, pulling others to their feet or providing reassurance in the midst of the turmoil. 

Yet, there were also those who succumbed to their most primal instincts, trampling over others in a desperate bid for survival.

The atmosphere was charged with raw emotion—fear, desperation, and disbelief mixed together, creating an overwhelming aura of uncertainty. 

The once-familiar landscape transformed into a disorienting and surreal tableau of chaos and survival instincts.

As people ran, stumbled, and collided in their frenzied attempts to escape, the scene embodied the fragility of civilization when faced with the sudden onslaught of an apocalyptic event. 

It was a visceral display of human nature pushed to its limits, reflecting both the best and worst of humanity in the face of unimaginable adversity.

⟪ The existence of Tower reached sufficient level ⟫

⟪ Channel will opened ⟫

⟪ The first round of Orator selection will begin ⟫

On the horizon, a silhouette of a Tower appeared. The monumental edifice reached upward, seemingly boundless, disappearing into the heavens above.

It was as if the tower's height symbolized human ambition and the relentless pursuit of greatness. 

It stood as a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity, reaching skyward in defiance of obstacles and limitations. Its towering presence commanded respect, inspiring those who behold it to dream bigger and strive for the extraordinary.

A mark shone on the back of the hand of several thousand people across the seven worlds. 

At the same time, an unknown voice spoke in their mind, urging them to take the trail of Orator.

"It's a mess."

Solomon muttered while canceling his all-seeing eye.

"I can leave now. But it would leave a bad taste in my mouth if I was to leave a blunder on my name."

[ Dream Seed (A+++++) ]

He used the Dream Seed however it could cover the Imperial City at best. 

A skill of A+++++ rank was capable of affecting the whole world. 

Nevertheless, at this moment, Solomon was using it to maintain his existence in reality. The Dream Seed alone wouldn't be of much help in the current situation.

"I need an Armament."

A warp portal manifested beneath Solomon. Stepping through, he reached the resting place of Faena, Lumine and other elves.

He moved without hesitation.

Faena tried to fight against him but a single glance from Solomon rendered her immovable. 

"You can return it now."

Solomon held Lumine by her neck and lifted her. 

A purple magic circle materialized below them. Suddenly, a golden hue came out of Lumine's mouth and entered Solomon's mouth.

The Elf Priestess attempted to stop Solomon when she realized the golden hue contained Lumine's life force. 

However, she abruptly halted.

"How…?"

Lumine's Charm magic was weakening.

The aura of allure surrounding her was diminishing. 

Faena realized the golden aura leaving Lumine was the cause of her curse. It had seeped deeply into Lumine's soul which was why when Solomon pulled it out it also extracted her life force inadvertently.

A rune was being ingrained on Solomon's tongue.

⟪ You have gained Armament: Quasi Word Magic ⟫

"She has enough life force left to sustain her for one day. You should treat her if you want to save her."

Throwing Lumine at Faena while she had a part of Armament Word magic left, Solomon teleported away. 

If he had extracted everything, it would've killed Lumine.

...

Solomon appeared in the sky above Imperial City. 

Below, the ongoing chaos due to the status screen and other incidents appearing thanks to Coalescence was reaching its breaking point. 

The sound of screams, cries, and shouts reverberated through the air, blending into an eerie cacophony. Individuals desperately searched for loved ones, their eyes wide with anguish and desperation.

In the midst of the chaos, the streets became a chaotic tapestry of chaotic movement. People rushed in all directions, colliding with one another, their hurried footsteps creating a dissonant rhythm. 

Frantic hands grasped onto each other, forming human chains as individuals tried to navigate through the pandemonium.

Solomon shifted his attention to the Dream Seed and disintegrated it. Immediately, his body started reverting but the resources he was using to deploy Dream Seed became free.

Without hesitation, he diverted all his resources toward the next magic.

"Hands of God"

The rune over his tongue shone brightly. It attracted the attention of the entire Imperial Capital.

In the next moment, an incomparable amount of mana burst through the ground and gushed towards Solomon. His sinister presence spread and covered the land for hundreds of miles.

But Solomon's attention was somewhere else.

⟪ A large amount of Causality is moving ⟫

In the void of Dimensions.

The seven dimensions were merging when suddenly the residue mana lying in the void began rampaging.

Seven golden arms made of condensed mana materialized and grabbed the dimensions. They resisted the merging, pulling the dimensions apart.

[ Hands of God (???) ]

Combined with Word Magic, Solomon was able to execute his actual magic skills momentarily.

The dimensions began being restored. Their previous chaos slightly diminished as the landmasses returned along with celestial bodies.

⟪ A large amount of Causality is resisting ⟫

Clashing against his arms, Causality exerted even more force. The arms pulled fiercely against the counter.

"Since when did something like Causality dare resist my decree?"

[ Hands of God (???+++) ]

Seven more arms appeared in the void of dimensions and tore the dimensions from merging. 

Blood and sweat poured out of Solomon's orifices. All of it turned into vapor instantly from the pressure surrounding him as he fought against Causality.

Magic God, Solomon.

One of ten Great Apocalypses. Nemesis of the World. Defier of Fate. Reaper of Souls.

He had many names. 

His unquestioned terror throughout the multiverse wasn't without reason.

As Solomon was about to revert to his original self, he teleported the Illusive Dragon in the void of dimensions, between the gap of seven dimensions he created by tearing apart.

"Awaken"

[ Word Magic (???) ]

Half of the Hands of God disintegrated and fused into the cocoon housing Qantal. The Illusive Dragon began to heal and transform into a dragon god.

The cocoon was torn and Qantal left it with the flow of mana.

Her current size was so immense that it dwarfed entire galaxies.

Solomon used the Word Magic to awaken the dormant Dragon God power in her that he once split into six parts in the past.

Six pairs of wings sprout from her colossal back, each pair enormous in size and resplendent in appearance. 

The wings bore the majestic grandeur of celestial bodies, as if they were born from the very fabric of stars. With every beat, the wings created cosmic gusts, stirring stellar winds that rippled through the galaxies, and with their sheer magnitude, they could shape the fabric of space itself.

The Dragon God, with its immense size, unfathomable wingspan, and divine aura, embodied the very essence of cosmic power. 

It represented a convergence of celestial might, bridging the gap between the mortal realm and the cosmic tapestry, forever etching its image in the annals of mythical and astronomical legends.

"Transfer."

"Strengthen."

[ Word Magic (???) ]

The power of Quasi Word Magic seeped out Solomon, entering Qantal at his commands. 

It didn't form a rune and instead turned into pure energy, comparable to Causality, and empowered Qantal.

Throughout this time, Qantal didn't arise as Solomon had sealed her consciousness. Without his command, she would never rouse.

Turning Qantal into something akin to a universal-level power plant, he issued the last command with the word magic he had left.

"Switch [ Hands of God ] ownership."

Instantly, the pressure over Solomon disappeared and the burden of maintaining the Hands of Gods to stop the merging of dimensions – Coalescence – was transferred to the unconscious Qantal.