Chapter 1489 Wrath [4]

Chapter 1489 Wrath [4]

Existence.

Damien still couldn't fathom how to properly use it.

But in a moment like this, it seemed to fight alongside him, executing the imagination he couldn't access.

The mist knew those things that Damien couldn't fathom.

Now that he had it, he had gained the creativity necessary to utilize Existence as a law.

It was a benefit he never expected when he first allowed the semi-sentient entity into his body.

Nevertheless, it was great.

Really.

BOOOOOOOOM!

Another explosion rang out, but the force didn't come from mana.

It came from Count Verex's body surpassing the speed of light as his body flew out of the crater.

He was a God in his own right. He refused to be an easy target for anyone, especially not some random person like Damien.

His body disappeared beyond the capability of the human eye. In most cases, this would make him invisible to all perception.

Damien wasn't "most cases."

Damien could easily sense him moving through the folds of reality. Even if he couldn't, he could use the All-Seeing Eyes to enhance his visual perception until he could see him.

Regardless, there was quite literally no way for the Count to escape his sight.

BANG!

The sound was fast.

The Count arrived instantly and cut forth with his arm. Malakh flared into the atmosphere and created a massive sword filled with an aura of blood and wrath.

This blade was one of the Count's main killing techniques, God-Killing Blade. For most opponents, this alone was enough to slaughter them.

After all, the laws within were no joke. At their height, the moment they came in contact with an opposing aura, they'd infiltrate and corrupt, giving the Count full control over his enemy's body. Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

However, the previous sound didn't come from this.

With the God-Killing Blade in his arms, the Count slashed at Damien's head.

Damien hadn't reacted yet, almost as if he couldn't see the Count's movements, however...

BANG!

That was when the sound happened.

The Count didn't even see Damien move. He didn't even realize something had happened until he found himself flying high into the sky.

The pain came later. Far later. So far later, in fact, that it didn't come until after Damien had already struck him again.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Damien used physical strength alone. With Existence supporting him, every impact was amplified a thousandfold, slamming into Count Verex with the weight of an entire galaxy.

'Is this what I've become...?'

Damien almost couldn't recognize himself anymore.

He thought back to what Thalia had asked back then.

And he remembered his answer.

He didn't become a monster for power.

He became a monster so that he could protect and avenge those he cared for. Power was just a medium.

'My path...'

Damien took a deep breath.

He didn't know why he was doubting himself. Maybe it was because of what the Crown of Realis showed him, or maybe it was the things he saw in the memories of those evil spirits he'd devoured in Gehenna.

Regardless, it was useless.

Other people wouldn't become peaceful because he wanted them to.

When the other side was willing to commit enough evil to dye his soul in blood, Damien needed to be willing to do the same.

Because if he wasn't, he would never be able to defeat them.

'As long as I keep my line and don't cross it, it doesn't matter how much of a monster I am.'

He'd learned this same lesson multiple times, but every single time he internalized it and kept it in his heart.

This time, he looked at the soul of a murderer, the soul of someone who'd taken away people he cared about and people his friends cared about.

And for his own benefit...

'Devour'

That soul entered his body, becoming a part of him.

The sins of that murderer became his own, and he accepted them willingly.

Damien glanced down at the world below.

It was massive. Far bigger than he expected it to be.

And as the Count's soul became part of his existence...

Something else entered Damien's body as well.

'A qualification.'

No, a deed.

It was a mark of ownership that gave him control over the Count's territory.

'I can...conquer this cosmos?'

No, he could dominate existence.

Damien's eyes shined.

'Domination.'

Another concept of Existence.

It had just now come to greet him.