Chapter 240: Nightmare From The Past
[ Name: Igaris Vance ]
[ Age: 23 ]
[ Power Rank: Overlord ]
[ Abilities: Spells Records, Ancient Titan Transformation, Limitless Doppelgangers, Nuclear Fire Manipulation, Space-Time Domain, Soul Eclipse, World Destroying Finger, Undead Recovery, Basic Blademastery, Six Directional Sense, Gale Wings, Iron Fangs, Rock Boulder Throw, Spin-Shell Burst, Lightning Shell, Infernal Tornado, The Architect’s Eyes, Godslayer Sword Style, Kinetic Redirection, Earth Manipulation, Umbral Veil, Phantom Shift ]
[ Laws: Fire (100%), Genesis (100%), Ruination (100%), Water (100%), Earth (100%), Wind (100%), Lightning (100%), Light (100%), Darkness (100%), Fate (100%), Karma (100%), Space (100%), Entropy (100%) ]
[ Concepts: Yin-Yang Reversal (Taboo), Lifemaker, Bloodline Lord, Heart of Overlord ]
[ Traits: Dimensional Sovereign ]
[ Innate Abilities: Infinite Acquisition ]
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With the aboslute authority over the universe granted by the Universal Will, the integration process became much easier. Within just another month, the entire universe had been absorbed into his inner realm..
Alongside this, his power rank ascended to Overlord rank, the absolute peak of Creation.
In this universe, there was no one stronger than him.
Through Igaris’s blessings, his wives and allies had also ascended, each now standing with the might of a Supreme God. Yet, even with such strength, the path to becoming an Overlord remained forever closed to them. For in the vast expanse of the cosmos, only one Overlord could exist within a universe.
Still, their power was far from insignificant. Together, they were more than capable of holding back the onslaught of the outer beings.
Beyond the Cosmic Barrier, those beings waited in endless numbers, gnawing at its essence, hungering to break through.
But Igaris, his wives, his loyal subordinates, and a handful of allied Supreme Gods stood ready.
In total, they numbered five dozen Supreme Gods—a radiant host arrayed against the abyss. The enemy, by contrast, were countless, a tide of horrors that dwarfed imagination.
And yet, none among Igaris’s people trembled. For they bore unshakable confidence in their Overlord, whose strength towered beyond gods, beyond laws, beyond fate itself.
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The moment had come.
Beyond the veil of the Cosmic Barrier, the abyss writhed. It was no longer a distant murmur in the threads of fate but a living presence pressing against reality, eager to spill forth. For ages, these beings had clawed at the edges of creation, devouring starfields, stripping galaxies down to silence.
"RUMBLE!"
But as the barrier thinned and finally split, the void bled open, and they stepped through.
What emerged was not the twisted chaos that Igaris’s wives and allies had expected. These were no amorphous horrors, no formless monstrosities that bent the mind. They were humanlike—eerily so. Tall figures with perfect symmetry, their skin pale as bleached bone or dark as voidlight, their eyes glowing with alien hunger. Each bore the shape of humanity but warped by excess: limbs too long, beauty too sharp, and an aura of cruelty that seemed woven into their very essence.
Their presence alone drained color from the Void. Space itself recoiled around them, shuddering as though the universe remembered the wounds they had left in eons past.
Shirley’s breath turned hurried. Even as a Supreme Goddess now, she felt her spine tighten under the weight of their arrival. Beside her, Diva’s fingers curled tightly, flames of divine energy dancing at her fingertips. Evernight pressed Celestara closer against her chest, her crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of the invaders.
This is the moment that would decide their destiny.
Yet, Igaris stood unmoved at the forefront, cloak drifting in the starless void, his golden eyes locked on the newcomers.
One of the beings broke from the pack. He was taller than the rest, shoulders broad, features carved as though by a cruel sculptor. His hair streamed like living starlight, yet his gaze burned with endless hunger. When he spoke, his voice was deep, smooth, and filled with dominance of eons.
"Igaris Vance."
His voice rippling through the void like thunder:
"I thought I smelled defiance. We entered this universe expecting galaxies fat with life, rivers of souls, and worlds teeming with flesh. Instead, we find nothing. Silence. Emptiness." He spread his arms wide, gesturing to the barren horizon. "It is as if someone swallowed the feast whole. And here you stand, proud and arrogant, cloaked in shadows. Tell me, mongrel... did you take them from us?"
Murmurs rippled among the other beings. Some hissed in anger, others laughed cruelly. Their gazes fell hungrily on Igaris’s wives, on his generals, and even on the child in Evernight’s arms.
Igaris said nothing as if his face carved from stone. His silence only deepened their amusement.
The leader’s grin widened. "It matters little where you hid them. Secrets unravels. Flesh tears. Even eternity crumbles. You should know this better than most."
He stepped forward, his presence pressing down like a collapsing star. His voice lowered, cruel and intimate. "Because this is not the first time, is it? Do you remember, Igaris? In your last life, how you fought? How you bled? How you watched your wives scream and your children burn while you lay broken at my feet? You were so pitiful then. You will be pitiful even now."
The words struck like daggers.
Shirley staggered, clutching her robes as memories surged—flashes of a past she had buried, of fire and ruin, of children torn from her arms. Seraphina’s eyes brimmed with tears, fists clenched tight as if she could strangle the memory itself. Even Evernight, fierce as the void, drew Celestara closer to her chest, crimson eyes trembling with unspoken fear.
Diva’s lips quivered, her voice breaking. "It... it was him? The one who—"
"Yes," Seraphina whispered, her voice bitter with despair. "The one who slaughtered everything."
The predator tilted his head back and laughed, the sound rolling like thunder across the void. "Ah, so you remember. Good. Remember your despair, your helplessness. Remember how your beloved husband fell before me, powerless to protect you. Because history repeats. I will make you kneel again, Igaris. And when I am done, your women will scream, your generals will crumble, and your fragile little child—" his eyes gleamed hungrily at Celestara "—will be nothing but ash in the tide."
A roar split the silence. "Audacious!"
The Mountain King stepped forward, his titanic frame radiating fury. "You dare speak of harming her? You dare speak of the child of our lord?!" His voice thundered like quaking mountains, shaking even the void.
Jian Longchen’s hand flashed to his blade, his gaze sharp as a drawn edge. "Mock the Overlord if you wish, but lay your tongue upon his family again and I will sever it from your skull."
Serynthia’s wings spread wide, her scales blazing with molten light. "Outer filth. Your kind will taste dragonfire before you ever touch her."
Malthius knelt lower, his skeletal jaw grinding. "Command me, my lord. I will raise legions from the ashes of their corpses."
The predator only laughed harder. "So much barking from pets." His gaze returned to Igaris. "But no bite. You are still quiet, Mongrel. Does fear hold your tongue?"
Finally, Igaris moved.
His cloak rippled in the void winds, his eyes gleaming like twin suns of gold. He took one step forward, and the void itself seemed to bow before his aura.
His voice was calm, cold, yet unshakable:
"You mock my past." His words were steady, carrying across the endless expanse. "Yes. I fell once. I bled. I lost. My wives wept, my children perished. And I remember it all."
The predator’s grin widened, certain of victory.
But Igaris’s gaze sharpened, cutting through him like a blade. "What you do not understand is that the past does not chain me. It strengthens me. I am not the man you once crushed. I am the Overlord. Sovereign of existence. And this time, when you fall, it will not be to my despair. It will be to my wrath."
The void shuddered.
His words rippled through his allies, igniting them with resolve. Shirley’s tears dried, her trembling turning to steel. Seraphina straightened, her aura blazing with light.
Evernight pressed a kiss to Celestara’s head, whispering, "Your father will protect us."
Diva’s hands glowed with power, her fear transmuted into fury.
The Supreme Gods aligned with them flared their auras, filling the void with their combined brilliance.
The predator tilted his head, mockery still on his lips, but his eyes narrowed. For the first time, his laughter faltered.
"So you think yourself changed. You think this time will be different." His voice grew low, venomous. "Then come, Overlord. Let us test your defiance. Let us repeat history."
His body blurred, vanishing into the void. Dozens of his kin followed, their movements faster than light, their hunger erupting like storms. The battlefield was set, the silence shattered.
Igaris raised a single hand. Power radiated from him like a tidal wave, his cloak snapping in the winds of collapsing dimensions. His voice rang across the chaos.
"Form ranks. Hold the line. Protect Celestara."
"Yes, my lord!" his wives and generals cried as one.
And then the void collapsed into war.