Chapter 372. You Shall Move Forward (1)
"...We could have had the world in our grasp," the false Caron said bitterly, his voice trembling with disbelief. "We could have bent reality to our will, done whatever we desired. Is this really the future we dreamed of?"
The air twisted and warped as the power of Void spiraled out of control.
Within that vortex of chaos, the fake stared at Caron in sheer horror. Even the self-proclaimed Demon King of Void couldn't stop what was happening, because the very power of Void he'd handed over to Caron had broken free of all control.
Boooooooom!
A deafening rumble shook the collapsing world. The massive barrier that had isolated the Core of Sin began to crack and shatter, unleashing a roar like the end of time itself.
"Hah," the false Caron let out a hollow laugh, as if mocking his own failure.
He wondered where everything had gone wrong. He had exploited the opening Caron had shown him—deliberately, he now realized—and struck without hesitation. The plan had been simple: To absorb every fragment of Void lodged within Caron's core. If everything had gone as planned, he would have gained enough power to create dozens of worlds at his whim.
From the beginning, this battle had been one where the victor would devour all.
The false Caron had wanted to birth a new world, become a new Demon King of Void, and repeat that cycle endlessly—an eternity of dominance and rebirth. But that grand plan had crumbled into ash, ruined by Caron's insane self-destruction.
Thud!
The fake kicked Caron hard in the stomach, grinding his teeth, and said, "You stupid bastard."
They could have been gods—both of them. Even that pathetic fool who insisted he was the "real one" could have ascended, ruling over every world that existed.