The word did not just hang in the frozen air; it crushed it.When Sargon spoke, the command did not travel through sound waves.
It bypassed the atmosphere, the physical distance, and the laws of magic entirely.
It was an absolute edict enacted by his newly awakened [Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority].
To the universe, Sargon’s voice was not a request—it was a rewriting of gravity and logic.CRACK.A sickening explosion of splintering bone echoed across the silent deck of the Al-Staria.
The Lesser Demon Lord did not merely bend its knees; the absolute force of Sargon’s command violently slammed its massive, four-armed shadow body downward.
The impact was so intense that the creature’s lower joints shattered entirely against the white ironwood planks, spraying thick, tar-like black blood into the frozen air.The blood did not fall to the deck.
Because time remained locked under Sargon’s cosmic aura, the black droplets hung suspended in mid-air, floating like macabre obsidian pearls around the broken demon.”Aaagh…
ugh…”
The Demon Lord choked, a gurgling sound escaping its featureless mask of shifting shadows.
Its two burning crimson eyes bulged, flickering wildly with an emotion it had never experienced in its millennia of existence: pure, unadulterated existential terror.It was a general of the Calamity Cult.
It had slaughtered entire kingdoms in the name of the Tyrant God.
Yet now, looking up at the youth who had been a chained slave just seconds ago, the demon felt like an ant staring at a collapsing star.”What…
are you?” the Demon Lord gasped, its voice trembling so violently that the shadows composing its chest began to fray.
“You have no mana… no soul… This pressure… it belongs to the Primordials…”
Sargon did not answer.
He didn’t need to justify himself to a fragment of his father’s corrupt army.He took another slow, deliberate step forward.
His bare feet stepped directly over the frozen pool of a mercenary’s blood.
With every movement, the twin galaxies of absolute, infinite darkness swirling within Sargon’s eyes spun faster, absorbing the very ambient light of Aethelgard.He looked down at his own hands.
The heavy iron slave-shackles were completely gone—not a single trace of iron dust remained.
His skin, previously covered in dirt and bruises from Kaelen’s kicks, was now flawless, glowing with a faint, ethereal starlight that leaked from his deep Primordial Consciousness.
System, Sargon thought, his internal voice calm, detached, and echoing with an ancient majesty.
Explain the parameters of the awakened attributes.Instantly, the cold, brilliant cosmic voice of his internal system resonated within his mind, completely separate from the mortal world:[Notice: Ultimate Attribute ‘Sovereign Void’ allows the User to negate, dissolve, and permanently erase any concept, matter, or soul born from reality.
It is the absolute law of ‘Nothingness’ that existed before creation.][Notice: Ultimate Attribute ‘Ruler of Authority’ grants the User absolute command over all lower laws, wills, and elements.
Any entity or concept possessing a bounded soul must obey the User’s verbal or mental edicts.]
Sargon’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile.
I see.
So in this world of souls and concepts, I am the only one who plays by a different set of rules.He turned his gaze back to the shivering Demon Lord and the dozens of Calamity cultists who stood completely frozen like statues across the deck, their obsidian blades still raised mid-slaughter.”Your master, the Tyrant God of Calamity, thinks he owns the end of all things,” Sargon said, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper that made the shattered wood of the ship vibrate.
“But he forgot one thing. Before he was born to destroy, the Void was already waiting.”Sargon slowly raised his right hand, pointing a single pale finger toward the center of the Demon Lord’s chest.
“[Sovereign Void],” he commanded softly.At the tip of Sargon’s finger, a microscopic speck of absolute blackness appeared.
It wasn’t a spark of dark magic or a sphere of element.
It was a literal hole in reality—a point where space, time, and logic ceased to exist.The speck left his finger and drifted slowly toward the Demon Lord.
The moment it touched the creature’s shadow-flesh, the speck expanded.There was no grand explosion.
There was no thunderous boom, no screaming, and no gore.
The absolute void simply opened its jaws.
In less than a millisecond, the blackness swallowed the Demon Lord whole, expanding outward in a perfect sphere that swept across the entire deck of the Al-Staria.
The sphere expanded precisely to the edges of the ship, engulfing every single Calamity cultist, their obsidian armor, and their dark crystalline jars.When the blackness retracted back into Sargon’s finger and vanished, the deck was entirely empty.The cultists were gone.
The Demon Lord were gone.
But they weren’t just dead; their very history, their names, and the memories of their existence were completely deleted from the tapestry of Aethelgard.
The cosmic jars holding the stolen souls of the dead merchants shattered, and the glowing wisps of mortal souls gently drifted upward, freed from the curse of Calamity.SNAP.
The absolute freeze on reality suddenly broke.
The twin purple suns shivered, and the golden sand dunes of Aethelgard instantly resumed their roaring, shifting dance.
The wind slammed back into the silk sails, and the Al-Staria, its levitation runes suddenly flooded with a strange, cosmic energy, snapped back into the air, hovering majestically once more.”W-What happened?!”A weak, terrified voice echoed from behind a stack of crates.Sargon turned his head slightly.
Kaelen, the burly mercenary guard who had kicked him in the ribs earlier, was crawling out from under a canvas tarp.
He was bleeding from his nose from the previous pressure, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold his scimitar.Kaelen looked around the deck.
The captain was dead, the other guards were corpses, but the terrifying horde of cultists and the four-armed demon had completely vanished into thin air.
There was no sign of a struggle, no tracks in the sand, nothing.
The only person standing upright was the slave.Kaelen’s eyes locked onto Sargon.
He saw the tattered slave rags, but he also saw the unblemished, glowing skin, the broken chains that had vanished, and those terrifying, cosmic black eyes that looked like they could swallow the sky.”Y-You…” Kaelen stammered, scrambling backward in absolute terror, his boots slipping on the bloody deck.
“What did you do? Where are they? Who… what are you, you freak?!”Sargon did not speak.
He merely looked at Kaelen, the twin galaxies in his eyes spinning slowly.At that exact moment, high above the atmosphere of Aethelgard, far beyond the clouds and the desert sky, the fabric of the cosmos trembled.
Deep within the Zenith Heaven, the grand marble spires of the celestial judges shivered.
A sudden, massive anomaly had just flashed across the multiversal radar—a power that did not belong to the Three Heavens, nor the Demons, nor the Eon deities.
The Primordial Consciousness had opened its eyes, and the infinite waves of the Ether Sea were beginning to churn in response.
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