Chapter 248.2

Chapter 248.2

As I spoke, the entire ground shattered with a resounding crack.

Floating in the air using <Flight Fless>, I looked down as an enormous rift opened beneath me, from which countless crystal spears surged forth.

I tried to seal the rift with <Four Worlds Wall Beno Ievun>, but the crystal spears effortlessly slipped through, piercing me.

In the next moment, crystal spears emerged from the surrounding buildings.

From the canopy above, more crystal spears appeared, launching in unison from all directions—up, down, left, and right.

As the spears relentlessly chipped away at my body one after another, the clock tower in front of me seemed to detach itself, floating in the air before rushing toward me with its sharpened roof aimed like a spear.

Countless crystal spears wrapped around my body, binding me tightly, as the clock tower’s spear came crashing down with crushing force.

Blood poured from my entire body.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve bled this much.” (Anos)

But the black blood of the Demon King caused the clock tower’s spear, as well as all the crystal spears around me, to rust and crumble away, turning into black dust.

All that remained of them was dark rust.

“You said everything here would result in the worst outcome for me, right? That the worst of days would befall me.” (Anos)

I raised my hand and drew a multi-layered magic circle.

I layered them like a turret and pointed them at Naphta.

“Your power is indeed impressive. But if you’re strong, then there’s magic I can use too.” (Anos)

Dark particles began to spill out from the magic circle’s turret.

“Every miracle imaginable will assail you. I sentence you to despair.” (Naphta)

Countless crystal spears attacked me again, but the moment they came into contact with the surrounding black particles, they broke into pieces.

Fire, water, lightning, earth, trees, the canopy—everything in the world attacked me.

It was like a miracle unfolding.

It was, without a doubt, a magic of destruction—the type that I excelled at.

Before the flames of doom, the restricted world turned entirely into pitch-black ash.

As the ash was carried away by the wind, revealing the reality hidden beneath, Naphta and I found ourselves back in front of the Great Holy Gate.

“Hmm. It seems you finally decided to get serious.” (Anos)

Naphta, cradling the Future World Crystal in both hands, had opened her eyes.

As the god who governed the order of the future, she couldn’t allow the world’s possibilities to be shut off.

She must’ve gazed into every possible future to restrict my <Extreme Hell World Destruction Ash Magic Mortar Egil Grone Angdroa> spell.

“In other words, the battle is over.” (Anos)

Naphta nodded quietly.

Cracks began to form across her body.

“...I, Naphta, declare defeat. No matter how much the future is restricted, zero cannot become one. Not a single future exists where you would be defeated.” (Naphta)

A sharp crack echoed, and the body of the Goddess of the Future was covered in countless fissures, gradually breaking apart.

No matter how much she tried to limit it, as long as she faced me, her only future was one of ruin.

The conclusion of the future brought Naphta closer to her end.

Gods couldn’t defy order.

Perhaps that’s why Naphta chose to keep her eyes closed, because she didn’t want to see this outcome.

“That’s why you should’ve listened to my prediction from the start.” (Anos)

I turned my mauve-dyed Magic Eyes toward Naphta and slowly walked toward her.

I covered Naphta’s eyes with my hands, as if to close the door on the future.

The disintegration of her body came to a halt.

“No matter how many billions of miracles you pile up, you will never reach my worst future.” (Anos)