Episode-1055
Chapter : 2109
Something inside Marcus snapped.
It wasn't a tactical decision. It wasn't a calculated move. It was pure, raw panic mixed with the fury of a man who has never lost before. The logic centers of his brain, the parts that usually calculated odds and trajectories, shut down. The only thing left was the instinct of a cornered animal.
"No!" Marcus screamed.
The sound tore out of his throat, amplified by his suit’s speakers until it shook the rocks on the ground.
"You cannot do this! I am a Commander! I am the pinnacle of evolution! I have the power of a star in my chest!"
He didn't wait for a response. He didn't wait for a clever quip from Liam. Marcus unleashed everything.
The panels on his white armor blew open. Dozens of hidden weapon ports revealed themselves. Missile launchers on his shoulders, plasma vents on his chest, laser emitters on his wrists. He didn't aim. He didn't pick a target. He just wanted to fill the world with fire.
"Die!" Marcus roared.
He pulled every trigger at once.
It was a wall of destruction. Hundreds of micro-missiles streaked out, leaving trails of white smoke. Beams of red and blue laser light crisscrossed through the air. A torrent of superheated plasma poured from his chest like a river of lava. It was enough firepower to level a city. It was enough energy to boil a lake.
The attack screamed across the short distance between them. It tore up the ground, turning the rock of the ridge into molten glass. The air burned. The sound was deafening, a continuous explosion that didn't stop.
Marcus kept firing. He drained his auxiliary batteries. He drained his life support. He pushed his reactor into the red zone, ignoring the warning sirens flashing in his eyes. He wanted to see Liam burn. He wanted to see the green spider in the sky burn. He wanted to erase the man who had made him feel weak.
For thirty seconds, the ridge was nothing but fire and noise.
When his weapons finally clicked dry, Marcus hung in the air, panting. His suit was smoking. His armor was gray and dull, the white light gone. He lowered his arms, his chest heaving.
He looked through the smoke, expecting to see a crater. He expected to see nothing but ash.
The smoke cleared slowly, drifting away in the wind.
King Liam was still standing there.
He hadn't moved. He hadn't raised a shield. He hadn't dodged. He was standing in the exact same spot, his hands in his pockets. The ground around him was untouched. It was as if an invisible bubble had protected him. The missiles had exploded, the lasers had struck, but they hadn't touched him. They had simply ceased to be relevant the moment they got close to him.
Liam brushed a speck of dust off his shoulder. He looked up at Marcus with an expression that was worse than anger. It was pity.
"Are you done?" Liam asked. His voice was calm, cutting through the ringing silence. "That was a lot of noise, Marcus. A lot of wasted energy."
Marcus stared, his eyes wide behind his visor. His brain couldn't process it. "How?" he whispered. "How are you still there?"
"Because you're fighting the wrong war," Liam said. "You're trying to burn a ghost with a matchstick."
Liam took a step forward. The green grid in the sky began to fade. The giant spider spirit, Logos, dissolved into light.
"I think we've played enough games," Liam said. "You showed me your best. You showed me your antimatter. You showed me your rage. It was... underwhelming."
Liam stopped. He looked directly into Marcus's eyes.
"I have one more friend I want you to meet," Liam said softly. "He's the last one. The quiet one."
Marcus tried to move. He tried to recharge his weapons, but his reactor was dead. He was floating on residual anti-gravity, helpless. He watched as Liam raised his hand one last time.
"System," Liam whispered. "Deploy Super Spirit Number Five."
The air on the ridge changed. It didn't get hot or cold. It didn't get heavy. It just felt... empty.
The color drained out of the world. The blue sky turned a flat, dull gray. The sound of the wind stopped completely. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button on reality.
Behind King Liam, the air began to tear.
This wasn't like the other summons. When the dragon appeared, it was made of stars. When the angel appeared, it was made of decay. But this spirit... this spirit wasn't made of anything.
A rip appeared in the fabric of the universe. It was pure, blinding white. It was shaped like a human—specifically, it was shaped like Liam himself. It was a silhouette cut out of the background of the world, revealing the blinding light that existed behind reality.
Chapter : 2110
It had no face. It had no features. It was just a hole in the shape of a man.
"This is Omega," Liam introduced the spirit. "The Void Sovereign."
Marcus felt a terror he had never known before. When he looked at the white silhouette, he didn't feel fear of pain. He felt the fear of insignificance. He felt like a speck of dust looking at the sun. His sensors couldn't read the spirit. They just returned an error message: [DATA NOT FOUND].
The white silhouette floated forward. It didn't walk. It simply occupied new space. It moved to stand beside Liam, a twin made of negative space.
"What... what does it do?" Marcus stammered, floating backward. "Does it burn? Does it freeze?"
Liam shook his head. "No, Marcus. It doesn't do anything so crude. Omega doesn't destroy. Omega creates."
Marcus frowned, confused. "Creates?"
"Destruction is messy," Liam explained. "You leave debris. You leave bodies. But creation... creation is absolute. To make something new, you have to overwrite what was there before. If I paint over a picture, the old picture isn't destroyed. It's just... gone. It's underneath the new paint."
Liam raised his hand. The white silhouette of Omega mimicked the movement.
"You are the old picture, Marcus," Liam said. "And I think I need a blank canvas."
Marcus screamed. He turned to run. He tried to fly away, to escape the ridge, to get back to the sky. But he was moving in slow motion. The presence of Omega was rewriting the rules of distance. No matter how fast he flew, he wasn't getting any further away.
"God Technique," Liam announced. His voice echoed, sounding like it was coming from every direction at once.
He raised his fingers, preparing to snap.
"[Supernova Genesis]."
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The snap of King Liam’s fingers was the loudest sound in the universe.
SNAP.
It wasn't a sharp click. It sounded like a crack in a glacier, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in the marrow of Marcus’s bones.
Instantly, the white silhouette of Omega expanded.
It didn't attack Marcus. It swallowed him.
The white tear in reality grew larger, stretching and warping until it became a sphere. It moved faster than light, engulfing Marcus and the space around him. One moment, Marcus was floating above the ridge, screaming. The next moment, he was gone. He was inside the white.
To Lloyd, watching from a distance, it looked like a white bubble had appeared on the ridge. It was perfectly smooth, about thirty feet wide. It hovered there, silent and beautiful.
But inside the bubble, Marcus was experiencing hell.
He wasn't in the sky anymore. He wasn't on Riverio. He was floating in a void of absolute darkness. He couldn't see his hands. He couldn't see his suit. His sensors were dead.
"Where am I?" Marcus shouted. "Show yourself!"
Then, a single point of light appeared in the center of the darkness.
It was tiny. Smaller than a grain of sand. But it was heavy. It felt heavier than a planet. It pulsed with a rhythm that matched Marcus’s own terrified heartbeat.
"Let there be light," Liam’s voice echoed from everywhere.
The tiny point of light exploded.
It was the Big Bang.
It wasn't a simulation. It wasn't an illusion. Inside that small pocket dimension, Liam had recreated the birth of a universe.
A wave of energy, hot enough to create stars, washed over Marcus. It was the heat of creation. It was the energy of a billion suns being born in a microsecond.
Marcus’s suit, the pinnacle of Fire Fly engineering, didn't stand a chance. The white "God-Killer" armor didn't melt. It was rewritten. The atoms that made up the metal were pulled apart and used to build new things. The carbon in the steel became the dust of a nebula. The oxygen in his tank became the atmosphere of a new star.
"No!" Marcus tried to scream, but he didn't have a mouth anymore.
He felt his body dissolving. He wasn't dying in the normal sense. He was becoming part of the soup of creation. His flesh, his bones, his cybernetic implants—they were all just raw materials for Omega. He felt himself being scattered across a billion miles of new space, stretched thin until his consciousness flickered and died.
He was being overwritten. His existence was being replaced by a new reality.
The pocket dimension inside the bubble accelerated. Eons passed in seconds. Stars formed, burned, and died. Galaxies spun and collided. Marcus was long gone, just a memory of dust in the wind of a new cosmos.
Outside, on the ridge, the white bubble began to shrink.
It collapsed inward. The thirty-foot sphere became ten feet. Then five. Then the size of a basketball.
It was heavy. The gravity around it warped the light, creating a halo of rainbows. It contained the mass and energy of an entire simulated universe, crushing down into a single point.