Chapter 80: defeating overload
The transition into the high-altitude transit lane of the Eternal Origin Source did not carry a single shred of environmental grace. Outside the reinforced panoramic viewports of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven, the liquid gold light of the lower core fractured into thousands of jagged, high-frequency white code rifts. The sheer density of the incoming realm tore against the hull with a structural vibration so immense that the white marble floorboards of the private quarters hummed like a low death knell.
But inside the luxury pavilion suite, the true danger was entirely domestic.
Min-jae sat tightly cornered in the center of the plush velvet sofa, his hands awkwardly jammed inside his trouser pockets. He had unsealed his dark god-armor, wearing only his loose black cotton lounging shirt. His deadpan obsidian eyes looked straight ahead, but his ears burned a fierce, undeniable crimson. A deep flush crept all the way up his neck beneath his collar, his cold regressor brain completely paralyzed by the overwhelming competitive friction filling the room.
"Since my Lord has formalized our sovereign contract, it is only proper that I take absolute charge of your restoration needs," Medusa whispered, her voice a low, seductive melody of glass that sent an immediate thrill of anticipation through the air.
The exceptionally voluptuous demon princess was kneeling directly between his knees on the plush rug. Her radiant light violet and soft lavender silk gown clung flawlessly to her heavy-breasted hourglass curves, leaving her pale, smooth shoulders entirely bare. With a slow, adoring grace, she dipped a soft silk cloth into a bowl of glowing celestial oil, reaching up to gently wipe the residual soot from the corner of his lips. Her large, exotic piercing icy-blue eyes were pooled with an intense, fanatical love as she leaned her full chest directly against his knees.
"Hey! Back your cloth away from his jaw, you aggressive snake girl!"
Yoo Ji-a marched straight across the rug from the armory bay, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as her violet eyes flashed with an intense, unhinged territorial jealousy. She had changed into an incredibly tight, sleeveless black training tank top that perfectly highlighted her athletic, narrow waist and toned silhouette.
Without asking, Ji-a aggressively shoved her athletic body straight onto the sofa beside Min-jae’s right flank, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck. Her face was flushed a deep, flustered pink as she glared down at Medusa with a bloodthirsty battle-hunger.
"You’ve had a ring for less than twenty minutes, and now you think you own his downtime?!" Ji-a purred loudly, her grip around Min-jae’s shoulder tightening until his fabric strained. "I’m his primary vanguard piece! If you think you’re the only one who gets to clean his armor tracks, you’ve vastly miscalculated the hierarchy of this court! Pass the oil bowl before I test my new sss-rank mythic spear loops right through your lavender robe!"
"The ranking queue of a sovereign court is dictated by efficiency, shadow spear," Medusa countered smoothly, her dark violet lips curving into a cold, completely unbothered smirk as she deliberately leaned closer into Min-jae’s space, her breath warm against his trousers. "My father’s factories are operating at one hundred percent capacity because I gave my Monarch my entire lineage. If your vanguard status feels threatened by a simple face-cleaning, perhaps you should spend less time barking and more time grinding in the forge slots."
"Why you—!" Ji-a let out a low, dangerous growl, her heart racing violently against Min-jae’s arm.
"Let them compete, Ji-a," Liu Xiao voiced softly, a beautiful, deeply amused smirk warming her exotic emerald-green eyes as she stepped gracefully out from the inner suites.
The silver-green haired Nature Goddess had completely discarded her world-staff, her green and white silk spilling luxuriously over her exceptionally heavy, voluptuous frame as she sat directly on Min-jae’s left side. She naturally leaned her heavy curves tightly against his shoulder, her fingers gently smoothing down his rumpled collar, causing his face to burn an even deeper shade of crimson.
"Medusa is simply trying to prove her worth to her new master," Liu Xiao murmured, her low baritone carrying a freezing, god-tier authority that subtly dropped the room’s temperature. "But she needs to remember that a fake contract to bypass an ancient law doesn’t clear her path to reaching him. We all have our slots locked for the future."
Han Seo-yoon and the stunning Ice Goddess, Gu Bylai, sat nearby on the lounge chairs, their voluptuous hourglass silhouettes shifting gracefully as they watched the intense, close-proximity civil war. Gu Bylai offered Medusa a subtle, dangerous icy glare, while Seo-yoon tightly crossed her arms, her sapphire eyes narrowed with a fierce field of pure envy. Min-jae sat perfectly paralyzed between them, the ruthless monarch who had just vaporized a corrupt elder demon alliance completely, flawlessly defeated by the romantic jealousy of his court.
Crack!.
The high-stakes suspense of the pavilion was violently shattered as the primary console of the Celestial Compass Grid erupted with a piercing, red-tier alarm. The holographic star-map completely fractured into thousands of bleeding white lines.
"The transit coordinates have locked!" Major General Shin Ye-rin shouted sharply, her short black bob shifting as her fingers blurred across her terminal glass. "Min-jae! We’ve just breached the outer sanctum of the Eternal Origin Source! The central database has registered the Demon King’s flatline, and the final entities have deployed an absolute, multi-plane interception division!"
Outside the panoramic viewports, the liquid gold void completely dissolved, replaced by a terrifying, endless cathedral of floating white obsidian cubes.
Materializing directly over their drop coordinates were three towering, forty-foot silhouettes—The Origin Overlords (Level 78 Mythic Class Sovereigns). Their bodies were massive, constructed from rotating geometric gold rings and burning violet cosmic fire, their blank stone faces bleeding an intense, aristocratic coldness. Surrounding them was an unyielding blockade of ninety thousand white-gold battle-carriers, their primary disintegration cannons hummed with an unstable, space-tearing suction.
"Mortal heretic," the central Overlord spoke, his multi-layered voice vibrating through the palace’s dark iron struts like deep, rhythmic thunder. "You have broken the order of the lower skies, stolen the royal bloodlines, and hoarded our core assets. Your regression variables terminate inside the source code of this realm. All units—unleash the Prime Reality-Erasure Script!"
The command triggered an immediate, suffocating wave of tension. Ninety thousand ships opened fire at the exact same millisecond, unleashing a multi-mile, blinding wall of gray conceptual erasure rays designed to forcefully rewrite Min-jae’s data pixels and dissolve his entire lineage back into raw system noise.
The shyness vanished from Min-jae’s face in an instant, replaced by a cold, predatory focus. He stood up from the leather sofa, summoning his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor back onto his frame with a heavy, metallic hiss as his Solar Zenith Domain ignited the entire lounge into a burning mass of white primordial fire. He reached over his shoulder, his strong fingers firmly wrapping around the heavy hilt of his massive sss-Rank Primordial Genesis Greatsword.
"They think a numerical head start can rewrite the baseline rules of my reflection loop," Min-jae murmured flatly, a cold, dark, and highly calculated grin touching his handsome face. He looked toward his ten flawless queens who instantly lined up in a precise, lethal vanguard line, their weapons humming with absolute execution parameters. "Hold your fields, girls. Let them compile their script."
The world-ending reality-erasure matrix slammed squarely into the center of Min-jae’s dark chest armor plate with absolute, planet-crushing kinetic mass. The raw spatial suppression tried to choke his internal mana channels, but his un-blockable passive, Vajra Retribution, fired off its calculations at supersonic velocity.
[Warning! Received 30,000,000 points of Mythic Sovereign-Class Reality-Erasure Damage from Origin Overlords.]
[SSS-Rank Talent Active: ’The Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]
[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 75,000,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]
A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast violently erupted from Min-jae’s skin, turning the entire white obsidian cathedral into an instantaneous burning inferno of primordial solar fire. The 75,000,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly in reverse along the ninety thousand tracking lines, treating their white-gold hulls and high sovereign shields like thin air.
What followed was an absolute, instantaneous universal mass-suicide.
The ninety thousand primordial battle-carriers violently exploded outward from the inside out in a gruesome display of collapsing engines and fracturing metal plates. The three Origin Overlords didn’t even have time to compile a defensive bypass code; the moment their erasure script touched his armor, the 75 million True Damage backlash forcefully vaporized their forty-foot geometric frames into a cloud of dead gray pixels.
Their massive life bars hit absolute zero in less than a fraction of a millisecond, leaving behind a giant mountain of premium system gold and three pulsing, diamond-like Eternal Origin Cores right at Min-jae’s boots.
Voom!
Han Chae-won ran out to the edge of the viewing platform, her face flushed with fanatical glee as her small hands vacuumed up the millions of gold coins and legendary chests straight into her infinite void inventory, leaving the entire atmosphere immaculate.
[Ding! Your team has achieved a World-First Absolute Purge of the Origin Sanctum! Gained 8,000,000 EXP!]
[Global Announcement Triggered: Player ’Min-jae’ has permanently dethroned the Origin Overlords!.]
[You have leveled up! You are now Level 48!]
The vast gold void fell into a dead, terrifying silence, the green starlight of Liu Xiao’s buff humming softly as it locked the party’s vitality at maximum capacity. Min-jae casually spun his space-cutting claymore onto his shoulder, his deadpan black eyes looking out toward the newly unsealed cosmic star-maps flashing on Ye-rin’s console glass.