Chapter 175: 175: The Beginning of the End

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The Beginning of the End

Chapter 175 – The Beginning of the End

The whole world paused.

People who had no part in this battle—civilians, merchants, even bandits—felt it deep in their bones. An instinctive warning: Stay inside your home today. Don’t step a single foot outside.

Because the air was heavy. Too heavy.

Every major faction involved in this battle—the elves, the beastmen, the humans—had come to a silent agreement: fight in the very center of this world to make it localized.

Because none of them wanted to ruin the world they were about to fight for.

After all, the victor would rule this place. And what use was a destroyed prize?

Absolutely nothing.

And so—

With almost divine synchronicity, all of them teleported instantly to the very center of the world.

The elves arrived first. Nephis stood at the front, calm and regal, silver stars swimming in her eyes, a soft smirk on her lips. Her father and mother flanked her like two silent shadows.

Then came the beastmen. Katy Valdor led them, her golden serpent eyes scanning the area like a predator looking for prey. At his side was her husband, King Valdor, The Golden Lion.

And Katy looked around, her gaze paused when it landed on one group.

The human factions.

Noah had warned his faction inside the Academy about everything. About the champions, the battle for the world and even the goddess. Because it was necessary if he wanted them in this battle. And so he had trained them, prepared them. And now, they were here.

Eric. Malrik. Rouge. Domy. Ray. Lucius. Leona. Aiden. Patricia.

All standing tall, weapons in hand, eyes locked forward, ready to fight at any time. Behind them were the Bloodhearts and the Shadowbounds. United, deadly and ready.

As for the Stonehearts? They decided to be a spectator.

Truly, a shameful decision.

But then—something strange hit them.

All eyes drifted toward Elijah.

There, he stood alone.

Only Foxy was at his side.

No soldiers. No celestial army.

Just him.

“Oh my… Champion of the Celestials…” Nephis said, her voice echoing through the space, mocking. “Don’t tell me you couldn’t even gather your own race to support you?”

Elijah slowly turned to her, his eyes glowing with such golden intensity that it burned.

Nephis—without even understanding why—flinched.

It was instinct. That gaze… it was wrong. It was madness wrapped in divinity.

Her mocking smile faded.

But Elijah didn’t speak to her. Hell, he didn’t even look at her again.

As if she was not worthy of his gaze.

“I’m not here for any of you,” he said, raising his head to the sky.

“Fight among yourselves. You’re not my opponent.”

Because he can feel it. They were weak for him.

There was only one person he wanted to fight.

And he wasn’t here yet.

So Elijah called out.

“Noah Weaverheart, where are you? Don’t think you can hide after ambushing me. Come out. Let’s end this.”

His voice was cold and filled with killing intent.

“Is this guy crazy?” Lucius muttered.

Leona laughed. “Clearly, he has no idea who our master is.”

Eric said nothing. He just smiled. But that smile alone made the air around him dim.

“Noah Weaverheart?” Nephis murmured, confused.

Katy, meanwhile, wasn’t even paying attention to all this. She was staring at her children—Domy and Ray—who met her gaze with apologetic looks.

They’d sided with the humans.

But what they didn’t was that—

‘Perfect,’ Katy thought, smiling inwardly.

Katy loved this.

Then suddenly,

The atmosphere cracked.

Every head snapped to the sky.

And there she stood.

Yuki Vaelgrim.

Weightless. Floating. Radiating a pressure so sharp it could slice stone.

“Hello, everyone,” Yuki said, her voice smooth and sweet—but it carried like thunder. “I am Yuki Vaelgrim. One of Noah Vaelgrim’s women… and his sword.”

Silence.

Even Elijah’s eyes widened slightly.

“I bring you all a message from my husband,” she continued, grinning like a wolf who just spotted a herd of sheep.

“No need to fight among yourselves for this world.”

She raised her sword—

And it shifted. No longer a solid blade. It turned formless, like flowing silver water.

“He’s already claimed it. And to protect it…” she whispered.

“You may all come together against us. So Let’s finish this quickly, shall we?”

“Vaelgrim’s Formless Sword—

Absolute Sword.”

SLASH—!

The air screamed.

It wasn’t a sword slash. It was a verdict.

One that said: You cannot dodge this. You cannot block this. You can only accept it.

And then—

BOOOOOOMMMM—!!

Dust exploded. Smoke rose like it was being drawn to the heavens.

The earth cracked, the sky trembled, and silence reigned for a breath.

When the dust cleared—

The champions stood unharmed.

But behind them?

Hundreds had fallen.

A single slash had wiped out over a hundred warriors.

And that was just the opening move.

The silence didn’t last.

Suddenly, the sky rippled—and the rest of the Vaelgrim women arrived.

Silver-haired. Elegant. Monstrous.

Each of them radiated enough pressure to flatten cities.

Only Elira and some of them had stayed behind.

“Ready?” Yuki asked without turning.

“Of course,” they answered together, then disappeared. Each choosing their target. No hesitation.

And one of them chose a champion.

Aphasia Elfborn Vaelgrim… floated across from her sister.

“It’s been a long time,” Aphasia said, her tone unreadable. “Father. Mother. And…”

She locked eyes with Nephis.

“…You, little sister.”

Before the elf king or queen could speak—

CRACKLE—!

Sophie appeared in front of the Elf King.

“How about a little diplomatic talk?”

Then—

BOOM!

She punched him into the horizon.

Selene appeared before the Elf Queen. Said nothing.

She simply touched her shoulder.

And vanished in a snowstorm with her.

The battle exploded.

Rouge, Eric, Malrik, and the rest struck the elven armies with fury.

Leaving only Aphasia and Nephis.

“Want to talk, sister?” Aphasia asked gently.

“Going to ask me to surrender?” Nephis sneered. “You know I can’t.”

Aphasia sighed.

Then spirits appeared around her. Dozens of them—basic, elite, and even unique spirits.

They swirled around her like stars drawn into a new galaxy.

“Then I’ll force you.”

Nephis grinned.

Above her, the sky darkened.

Stars bloomed—real, tangible stars—falling gently into place behind her.

“Then let me show you why I was chosen as the Champion… and not you.”

—End of Chapter 175—