Chapter 449 Binge Watch



A mix of confusion and curiosity swirled within Vangel. How was it possible for Aion to channel the voices of Malon and Cailena without their spirits being physically present? It defied the rules of the spiritual realm that he was familiar with.

As he pondered the mysterious phenomenon, Vangel's mind raced with possibilities. Could it be that Aion had somehow forged a deep connection with Malon and Cailena, enabling him to manifest their voices through his own being? Or perhaps there was an external force at play, lending its power to intertwine their spirits with Aion's presence.

The truth of the matter was the fact that Aion processed the time relics that sealed time magic and absorbed their materials. Aion was only expecting that Malon would only unlock all of the true potential of his system with his blood as a catalyst. Still, it seemed that the blood did something else. Moreover, the relics had been created with his blood and Cailena's magic, so she showed up as well.

"So… you created a method to reincarnate yourself whenever the world was in peril, and one of your reincarnations became the grandma shrimp," Aion said.

"Your conclusion is correct, but I dislike that title," Cailena said. "I don't have a physical form, so I received all of her memories, even the time we met at that power… what an unruly descendant."

"Whatever, granny," Aion shrugged.

"... You decided to throw away your pride, huh," Vangel said while showing a serious expression.

"I didn't want to, but my pride isn't my priority anymore, and I am tired of you," Aion said. "So, I am going to use your blood, Tenebres fragments, and those two powers to deal with you and the other enemies from beyond the planet. I told you I planned how to deal with you at the very moment I woke up after that dream."

"My apologies, but I won't be able to help," Malon said.

"I am not even surprised; you made the mess and want someone else to do all the dirty work by himself," Aion shrugged.

"It is not about that; it is just that I don't deserve to do anything directly to save the world when I caused its end thanks to my own greed and obsession," Malon said. "Still, while I can't help you directly, I can help you indirectly."

Numerous rifts began to appear around Aion, and they showed moments of Aion's life. Everyone was surprised; Aion was even more surprised since they only showed moments where his ass was being kicked.

"I see; it seems that your idea of indirect help is by making me get pissed at you," Aion said after he crossed his arms.

"You are very impatient," Malon said.

In the rift that showed Aion fighting his father and dropping some blood, the blood came to Aion and was absorbed by his crystal instead of falling on the ground. The same thing happened when he fought with Horis, the Immortal, and all the other death knights that he created, and even some monsters.

(The class Sage was unsealed and mastered.)

(The class Imperial was unsealed and mastered.)

(The class Divine Knight was unsealed and mastered.)I think you should take a look at

(The class Fighter was unsealed and mastered.)

(The class Frost King was unsealed and mastered.)

(The class Sentinel was unsealed and mastered.)

…

Aion felt his power growing… each notification made him gain twenty Points in all of his parameters, and when it reached the tier three classes, it increased by thirty.

"I guess I could have used my own blood and even body as materials to enhance my spiritual weapons," Aion said.

"I would rather prefer that my final descendant isn't someone as crazy as that," Cailena said.

"By the way, I want to hear what happened after Tenebres; that feels like it would be a good movie to binge-watch," Aion said.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Cailena said, and Aion could imagine his ancestor frowning.

"Anyway, did I get my ass kicked this many times?" Aion frowned.

"I am using the blood that you dropped in two lifetimes that lasted for more than five hundred years, so yes," Malon said. "And lastly… all the blood that you lost during your final battle in the future."

Everyone looked at the final rift, and then they saw some crazy creatures surrounding Aion's castle in the capital of the Milleris Kingdom. As Aion stood at the center of the cosmic beings, an ethereal symphony of celestial beings surrounded him, each embodying a fundamental aspect of the universe.

Time, the primordial force that weaves the tapestry of existence, materialized as a towering figure, an ancient sage with a weathered countenance and a long, flowing beard. He sat cross-legged, eyes closed in deep meditation, radiating an aura of timeless wisdom. His skin bore the marks of countless eons, and as he exhaled, the whisper of forgotten ages echoed through the cosmic expanse.

Space manifested as an immense sphere of liquid mercury, an ever-shifting orb that pulsed with cosmic energies. Within its shimmering surface, galaxies spiraled, and celestial bodies danced, encapsulating the vastness and limitless potential of the cosmos. It hummed with the harmony of celestial movements and held within it the secrets of unexplored frontiers, waiting to be discovered by those daring enough to venture beyond the known.

Darkness took the form of a swirling vortex, a black hole adorned with writhing, shadowy tendrils that reached out like grasping fingers. Its gravitational force tugged at the very fabric of reality, drawing in light and matter, cloaking the surroundings in a veil of enigmatic allure. It exuded an air of mystery, representing the uncharted depths of the unknown, where secrets and hidden truths lay in wait.

Opposing the shadows, Light radiated with blinding brilliance. A luminous figure clad in a flowing white gown, she emanated a resplendent glow that surpassed the brightest stars. Her ethereal form seemed to dissolve the darkness, casting aside doubts and illuminating the path of truth. She embodied purity, enlightenment, and the radiant strength that banishes even the deepest shadows.

And amidst them all, the embodiment of Void emerged—a grotesque entity with an amorphous, ever-shifting form. It defied comprehension, its vastness incomprehensible, as it manifested countless gaping maws that hungered for existence. The sheer absence of substance that it represented was paradoxically filled with chaos and potential, an abyss from which creation and destruction were born.