Episode-1058
Chapter : 2115
This wasn't fire. It wasn't lightning. It wasn't even the plasma he had used against the Fire Fly drones earlier. This was something new. It was a fusion of every power Lloyd possessed, mixed in the crucible of his own body. It was the "White Void." It looked like liquid starlight, dense and heavy, rushing forward to fill the empty space.
The beam traveled the short distance from the cannon to the diamond box in less than a microsecond. It passed through the small aperture Jasmin had created and entered the prison.
Then, the physics took over.
Inside the box, the PRIDE machine—the cyborg wearing Lucifer’s face—saw the light coming. Its red sensor eyes widened. Its internal computer tried to calculate a defense strategy. It tried to run simulations on how to block, dodge, or absorb the attack.
But you cannot calculate infinity.
The beam hit the back wall of the diamond box. Jasmin had made the interior perfectly smooth, a flawless mirror designed to reflect energy. The beam didn't break through. It bounced.
It shot back across the small space, missing the cyborg by an inch, and hit the front wall. It bounced again. And again. And again.
Light travels at 186,000 miles per second. In a box that was only ten feet wide, the beam could bounce millions of times in the blink of an eye.
The interior of the box stopped being a space. It became a solid object made of light.
The beam folded over itself, creating a web of energy so dense that there was no darkness left. The white light filled every single corner, every shadow, and every gap. It wrapped around the PRIDE machine like a blanket.
The temperature inside the box skyrocketed. It didn't go up by degrees; it went up by factors of ten. In a fraction of a second, the heat inside that diamond prison exceeded the surface of the sun. It kept climbing, reaching temperatures usually only found in the center of a collapsing star.
The PRIDE machine began to die.
It didn't die like a man. It died like a machine. First, the sensors failed. The red eyes burst, melting into glass tears that vaporized instantly. The "skin"—the dead flesh of Lucifer that had been stretched over the metal skull—didn't burn. It simply ceased to exist. The carbon atoms were stripped away so fast that there was no smoke, no smell of burning meat. Just instant disintegration.
Then, the armor failed.
The white composite metal of the Fire Fly Corporation was designed to survive re-entry from space. It was designed to take hits from tank shells. But it was not designed to sit inside a fusion reactor. The metal turned red, then white, then transparent. It lost its structural integrity. The arms of the machine drifted away from the body, dissolving into gas before they could hit the floor.
"SYSTEM... FAILURE..." the machine tried to broadcast, but its vocal processor was already gone.
The core was exposed.
The Singularity Engine, powered by Lucifer’s stolen Spirit Core, was a swirling vortex of purple gravity magic. It was the heart of the monster. As the White Void energy slammed into it, the engine tried to fight back. It tried to eat the energy. It tried to create a black hole to suck in the heat.
But there was too much heat. The engine choked.
The purple light of the gravity magic clashed with the white light of Lloyd’s attack. For a millisecond, there was a struggle. The engine pulsed, trying to push the white light away. But the pressure inside the box was absolute. There was nowhere for the energy to go. It was a pressure cooker with the lid welded shut.
The Singularity Engine imploded.
It collapsed in on itself, crushing the stolen Spirit Core into dust. The magic that had powered the Devil King for thousands of years was ripped apart, atom by atom. The purple light flickered and died, swallowed by the blinding, purification white of Lloyd’s attack.
Lloyd held the trigger down. He didn't let up. He poured every last drop of mana he had into the cannon. He poured the anger of losing Jasmin. He poured the frustration of the war. He poured the cold, hard logic of the Major General.
He wasn't just killing an enemy. He was scrubbing a stain off the world.
His arm felt like it was on fire. The Nova plating on his skin was starting to crack from the heat. His vision was blurring. But he refused to stop. He had to be sure. He had to be absolutely certain that there was nothing left to regenerate.
Inside the box, there was no machine anymore. There was only a cloud of superheated plasma, swirling in a chaotic storm. The atoms of the metal, the magic, and the biology were all mixed together, broken down into their basic protons and electrons.
The threat was neutralized. The enemy was gone.
Chapter : 2116
But now, Lloyd had a new problem.
He had created a star in a box. And the box was starting to fail.
The "White Void" energy was still bouncing. It was still building pressure. It was pushing against the walls of the diamond prison, looking for a way out. If that energy escaped... if the box shattered... the explosion wouldn't just kill Lloyd. It would vaporize the estate. It would flatten the nearby city. It would crack the continental shelf.
"Jasmin!" Lloyd shouted, his voice raw.
Spirit Jasmin was standing behind the box, her hands pressed against the black diamond. Her body was trembling. The indestructible "Star-Diamond" material was the hardest thing in the universe, but even it had limits.
"It’s heavy, Master!" Jasmin cried out. Her voice wasn't robotic anymore; it was strained and human. "It’s so heavy! It wants to break!"
Lloyd saw it. A tiny, hairline fracture appeared on the side of the diamond box.
A beam of pure white light, no thicker than a needle, shot out of the crack. It hit a stone pillar fifty feet away. The pillar didn't explode; it just vanished, a clean hole punched straight through it.
Another crack appeared. Then another.
The box was glowing. It wasn't black anymore. It was turning a blinding, translucent blue. The energy inside was trying to push the walls out. It was a bomb, and the timer had just hit zero.
Lloyd released the trigger of the Nova Cannon. He retracted his arm, pulling the barrel out of the aperture. The hole sealed instantly, thanks to Jasmin’s will, but the pressure inside was still rising.
"Hold it!" Lloyd roared. "Just a few more seconds!"
He dropped to his knees. He was exhausted. His mana was gone. His physical stamina was at zero. He felt like he was going to pass out.
But he couldn't pass out. If he passed out, everyone died.
He needed to get rid of the energy. He couldn't just open the box and let it vent. That would be like opening the door of a blast furnace into a living room. He needed a place to dump it. A place where it couldn't hurt anyone.
He needed a trash can.
Lloyd closed his eyes. He forced his mind to focus one last time. He ignored the pain in his body. He ignored the screaming heat coming from the box. He reached into the deepest part of his System capabilities.
He reached for the [Spatial Power].
This was the power that let him store items. It was the power that let him teleport. It was a connection to a private pocket dimension—a white void of infinite space where time didn't exist.
Usually, he used it to store swords or snacks. Now, he needed it to store a nuclear explosion.
"Administrator," Lloyd whispered in his mind. "Override safety protocols. Open a direct vent to the storage dimension. Maximum aperture."
[Warning,] the System replied. [Venting high-energy plasma into the storage dimension may destabilize the pocket space. You may lose inventory items. You may damage the spatial walls.]
"I don't care about the inventory!" Lloyd shouted in his head. "Do it! Open the drain!"
He opened his eyes. His pupils were blown wide. The blue rings in his irises spun so fast they looked like solid discs of light.
He raised both hands and pointed them at the glowing, cracking diamond box.
"Spatial Vent: Open."
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The air in front of the diamond box tore open.
It wasn't a gentle opening. It looked like someone had slashed a painting with a knife. A jagged, vertical rift appeared in reality, hovering just inches from the cracking surface of Jasmin’s shield. Inside the rift, there was no color. There was only a stark, absolute white. It was the color of nothingness.
The rift pulsed. It acted like a vacuum. It was a hole in the world that wanted to be filled.
"Jasmin," Lloyd shouted, his voice fighting against the roar of the contained energy. "Release the front wall! Now!"
Jasmin didn't hesitate. She trusted him with her existence. She pulled her will back from the front panel of the diamond coffin.
The wall vanished.
For a microsecond, the contained sun inside the box tried to expand outward. It tried to explode into the courtyard and consume everything. The heat washed over Lloyd, singeing his hair and blistering his skin. The light was blinding, a wall of pure destruction rushing to meet him.
But before the explosion could touch him, the rift caught it.
WHOOSH.
It was the sound of a massive fire being sucked up a chimney. The White Void energy—the plasma, the fire, the lightning, the ice—was grabbed by the spatial vacuum. The explosion was pulled sideways. It distorted, stretching out like taffy, and flowed straight into the white tear in reality.
It was a river of violence pouring into a drain.