Void Evolution System

Dante and Damien both showcased the strength of the Existence they controlled, but the main fight took place in close combat.

Damie's young fantasy was not surpassing him or making him proud. It was the sole desire to put a fist to his face just one time.

Damien could learn how to fight another user of his esoteric abilities from Dante as much as he wanted in the future. For now, he just wanted to satisfy that urge.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

They went blow for blow, fighting a fast battle that was also relatively slow.

They charged at each other, threw punches, and flew back as they received each other's force.

They were both trying considerably hard, but without killing intent, neither of them could really do any damage to the other.

Their bodies were both evolved to a level beyond what ordinary people were capable of. If their mana didn't passively regulate it, both of them would have weighed as much as stars.

It was looking like their battle would continue infinitely since they were in this imaginary world where they were relatively unreachable, but that was incorrect.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Damien's eyes widened as he peered through the energy around him. Dante's power really was like the starry sky. His energy was purely spatial, however, its ferocity mimicked the properties of so many other elements.

He was able to mimic all factors inside the universe, as he had understood how to create one himself.

Even for Damien, this kind of power was difficult to deal with.

Now, that didn't mean that Dante had a chance of winning here. However, unless Damien used cheap tactics by abusing Existence, this battle wasn't one he could easily win.

If Dante's goal was to say that he wasn't soft just because Damien was stronger, then he'd done more than succeed.

The grin on Damien's face, the pure spirit of battle flowing through his veins, wasn't something that could be roused so easily anymore.

That feeling of pride Damien had when he learned of who his father truly was back then, he was feeling it again.

Dante Void.

The man who had once united the entire Heavenly World, the man who reached Existence without any sort of external aid, and the man who made even the Dark God wary as he sensed the threat of that being before anyone else.

To be the father who sired a genius as amazing as Damien, he had to be substantially amazing himself.

The two of them were enjoying themselves in the moment. The battle turned into something of an exhibition of skill instead, where both of them tried to do something cooler than the other just for the sake of it.

In the first place, it was a meaningless battle. They gave it the meaning that they thought fit it best, and as they continued to trade blow after blow, the ice that separated them as estranged father and son who hadn't met for over a hundred years was shattered.

They both had smiles on their faces, and the lack of injuries on their bodies was quite telling.

Both of them were of the mind to continue this for a few more hours so they could thoroughly enjoy it. Just the few minutes they'd been fighting already weren't enough.

Unfortunately, their battle wouldn't be able to continue for too long.

After all, there was an invader in their imaginary world.

In this cosmos, there was only a single person who could walk through both Dante and Damien's power without fear.

"What do you two think you're doing?"

A voice cut through the simulated universe.

Dante and Damien were just about to clash again, but they both froze when they heard it. Their mana subconsciously reined itself in and every offensive force in the entire space was dispersed.

The two of them turned their heads to the source of that voice like robots.

There stood a woman there, glaring at them with eyes of death.

Two sound transmissions flitted between the two men as they resigned to fate.

"How did she get here?"

"I don't know, but we're fucked."

"Stop talking in your heads and come down here. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

They both landed on the ground at the same time with their heads bowed. The imaginary space faded and they were returned to the family room.

Standing there with the power to somehow interfere with Existence itself despite not even knowing that it was a controllable force was Claire Ellowyn, the only person in the world who could make both of them quiet down in a single instant.

"Let me ask you again. What do you two think you're doing?"

The two of them glanced at each other, speaking with their eyes.

They needed to find a way out of this situation.

It hardly ever happened, but Claire was also someone who could get mad. She hid it well behind her calm exterior, but if she was given a reason, then she turned into a monster.

Neither of them wanted to face an angry Claire. But, neither of them wanted to be the one to calm her down.

"You say something!"

"No, you say something!"

…was the very logical conversation they had with their eyes, but Dante was the one who lost.

Damien hit him with a critical, "You're her husband. It's your job," which put the final nail in his coffin.

"Um…" Dante said, scratching his head.

"Father-son bonding?"

"Father-son bonding, huh. Are you going to say the same thing?"

'Me too?!'

Damien sighed wryly as he was forced to share the blame with his father.

"I mean, that's just how we are…?"

It was the wrong answer.

"Exactly! That's the problem!"

Claire stomped forward and grabbed their ears, pulling them out of the room with her.

"Why do you always have to be so bullheaded? Sit down at the table and have a conversation like normal people, you idiots!"

Dante just smiled wryly as if this was something he was used to.

Damien, on the other hand, was flabbergasted.

He had seen his mother angry before, but she never spoke like this. Her tone of voice was always somewhat bleak, which made him feel guilty for making her mad in the first place.

Her current method of chastising was filled with life. She was furious, sure, but there was an underlying happiness there that allowed her to speak freely in a way that Damien had never experienced.

'She's happy.'

Her husband was finally back, and her son was back as well. Her daughter was healthy and growing up well. Her broken family was whole again.

Claire was now happier than she'd ever been, so even as she nagged at Dante, she had a smile on her face.

It made Damien smile too.

'Yeah, this is why.'

His mother had only been able to recently gain a smile like that.

He wasn't fighting the Dark God for his own sake or just for something as vague as saving the world.

A smile like that, the smiles on his father's face, his mother's face, and his family's faces…

…they could only now be expressed so clearly.

And Damien wanted to do everything he could to protect them.