Chapter 380
For a moment, all thoughts came to a halt. He could only watch, spellbound, as the man’s footsteps echoed through the hollow void, sharp and clear.[1] The tap of his shoes rang like a bell in an otherwise empty world. Three steps away, two steps, and one. He stopped just before reaching the stairs.
Then, with a bang, a flash of pure white light came crashing down from somewhere above. It was Brionac, the light spear—one of the king’s weapons capable of annihilating everything it touched. A “Lost Item” grade weapon, usable only by one who had reached the absolute pinnacle of all things.
However, the hand that had thrown it was trembling. The King of the Dimensions felt fear, not consciously, but instinctively. It was a purely primal dread. His body reacted before his mind could catch up.
Afraid? Me? The King of Dimensions couldn’t believe it.
He was the most powerful being across all dimensions. Eternal and immortal by default, capable of erasing entire planes of existence with a single thought. In essence, he was a god in all but name. Yet, he had flinched before a mere human. It was shameful.
Still, even he could see the truth: the man before him was a threat. They hadn’t even exchanged blows, yet he could already tell that the man’s attacks would land. There was no doubt. The energy radiating from Do-Jun’s body said everything.
Still, there’s no reason for me to worry.
Within this void, he possessed one of the king’s authorities: Erasure. He could simply delete the man’s power from existence itself. Even Ouroboros, bearer of mythic power, had chosen not to enter this space, likely because he feared that very authority.
You’ve dug your own grave, Ouroboros, the King of Dimensions thought as his gaze shifted to the serpent coiled around the man’s wrist.
In order to walk the dimensional path, an adventurer needed both Keys and the power of Ouroboros. And there was only one place that road led: death. An adventurer could never defeat the King of the Dimensions.
Suddenly, the space around them began to fracture. One Fissure after another appeared in the pristine white void, sixteen in total. Do-Jun examined them silently, one by one, looking into the first floor of the Core all the way down to the Deep Realm.
“I’ve prepared a perfect stage for the finale. You should be grateful,” the king said.