Chapter 182: 182: Arrival of the Absolute

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Arrival of the Absolute

Chapter 182 – Arrival of the Absolute

“Threads of Fate.”

Elizabeth’s voice rang out, loud, clear and unflinching.

In front of her eyes, a silver thread shimmered into existence—delicate, ethereal—stretching across the battlefield until it latched onto one man: Mbam Valdor, the Beast King.

And without mercy—

“Hand of Fate.”

She whispered as her hand transformed, strands of silver thread weaving into her skin, until her entire arm became a living tapestry of fate itself.

Then she grasped the thread connected to Mbam—

“Your fate is to lose your body mobility for the next five seconds.” Elizabeth said.

Her voice echoed not like a person’s voice, but like a decree from something beyond human—a voice that meant what it said.

The effect was immediate.

Mbam froze.

Completely.

Every muscle in his massive beast body locked. Five seconds wasn’t long—but at this level of combat?

It was lethal.

Yuki, already behind him, exhaled slowly. Her eyes half-lidded, calm and focused with Intent.

Her katana shimmered.

Then… it changed.

The blade thinned, compressed, until it was no longer a sword—no longer a shape. It became a silver thread, so sharp that space itself sliced around it in faint, invisible tremors.

Time paused.

She took one step—

And struck.

The piercing was silent. Clean. But the effect…

…The effect was dreadful.

A hole opened in Mbam’s chest like some goddess had just rejected part of him.

Only then did her voice arrive,

“Vaelgrim’s Formless Sword — Piercing Truth.”

Time resumed.

King Valdor staggered, blood running from his mouth, down his chin in thick streams of red gold.

“I see you’re no longer just talk, Yuki,” Elizabeth said as she appeared beside her, her tone casual but proud.

Yuki smirked, her silver-thread blade still humming faintly.

“So you better watch your back, Eli.”

Elizabeth scoffed, ready to fire back, but—

A voice interrupted. Deep. Beastly. Ancient.

“You are worthy,” said King Valdor, slowly rising to his feet.

His body moved like thunder through molasses—slow, but earth-shaking. Enough to send a chill crawling down both their spines.

He was a SS-rank being. That much was already known.

But now… they felt it.

His presence changed. Grew. Hardened.

He didn’t hesitate. No more useless speeches. No waiting.

Just action.

“Concept Activation — King of the Jungle.”

Mbam Valdor was a golden lion. A true lion.

And lions weren’t kings because they were the biggest, or the fastest, or the most venomous.

They were kings because of mentality.

Because of presence.

Because of focus.

And so when Valdor activated his concept—

It felt like the entire battlefield warped.

Yuki and Elizabeth blinked—

Suddenly, they were in a jungle.

Not one they could see, but one they could feel.

And in that jungle, something was watching them.

A predatory gaze.

A crownless monarch who ruled without question.

Pressure dropped on them like a divine weight, suffocating, bone-crushing.

And then—

“ROOOOAAAARRRR!”

The King announced himself.

BOOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Shockwaves blasted from his body, shattering the ground. Yuki and Elizabeth raised their defenses, their own abilities flaring, but it wasn’t enough to stop the force—it knocked them back, feet skidding along stone and blood.

They stopped several meters away. Their hands bruised by the attacks just now.

They slowly looked at each other.

Their eyes were calm, still like water. There was no ripple on them.

Elizabeth spoke first, her blank white eyes glowing like twin white moons.

“Elysiari’s Form?”

Yuki immediately shook her head, “Nah, he is not worthy.”

Elizabeth chuckled and smirked at her words,

“True! But still…Let’s go crazy, shall we?”

Yuki mirrored the smirk. The sword within her eyes pulsed, wild and alive.

“Yes. Let’s go crazy.”

Then, without missing a beat—

“Vaelgrim’s Formless Sword — Void Edge.”

“Vaelgrim’s Fate Manipulation — Fate Anchor, Type: Fate of Defeat.”

And then?

Space erased itself.

Reality twisted. Threads of fate rewrote themselves.

No human mind could truly grasp what happened next. Trying to understand it meant falling into it—becoming part of the destruction they summoned.

…

Far across the battlefield, Anya turned her head.

She saw it.

Where space had once existed… there was now nothing. A void.

She looked north—there, red lightning crashed from the sky, pure destruction incarnate.

She threw her head back and laughed. Loud. Wild. Euphoric.

“YES! YES! YES! This is it! More! More destruction!!”

She trembled with joy, grinning like a mad queen.

But then she paused.

Her eyes narrowed.

“How the fuck… are they causing more destruction than me?”

Her laughter died.

She turned to face the golden-haired Celestial before her—a woman staring down at her like she was an insect, not a force.

As if Anya Vaelgrim, The First Destruction Elysiari, was lesser.

Her bloodline howled.

And Anya smirked.

Of all the women in Noah’s harem, hers was the strength no one really knew. They knew she had Destruction Affinity. They knew she was S-Rank.

But that’s it.

They didn’t know the truth.

They didn’t know that, like Yuki was pure sword…

Anya was pure destruction.

She wasn’t just destruction-wielding.

She was destruction.

So when she got serious—

Everything in her path would be reduced to dust.

And right now?

Her target was the arrogant bitch in front of her.

She instantly disappeared.

One moment standing. The next—above her opponent.

Grinning wildly. Her whole body radiating madness.

Then—

BOOM.

Her foot crashed down.

“Worldbreaker Step.” she whispered.

The world paused. The space around her foot shattered.

Then the Celestial’s head exploded. A fountain of golden blood sprayed the sky.

It splashed Anya’s face.

Silver-haired, all black-eyed, bloodstained, all while grinning.

A vision of madness.

And she wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Today wasn’t a fight.

Today was destruction.

She turned to nearby elves and beastmen.

No hesitation.

“Touch of Ruin.” She activated another one of her skills again.

And death rose once again.

…

Elsewhere, in the same blood-drenched battlefield…

Katy was on her knees, a deep, gouging wound carved across her chest.

Domy and Ray stood before her, breathing hard, blood staining their skin, their eyes wild and relentless.

It looked like the scene before a matricide.

But then—

A voice rang in their minds.

‘Are you two sure? Will that Noah really win?’

It was Katy’s voice.

Calm. Still. But inside their heads—not on her lips.

‘Don’t worry, Mother,’ Domy responded. ‘He will win. He’s not a man. He’s a monster.’

‘No…’ Ray added. ‘He’s an abomination.’

Katy smiled.

Then raised her head—and spoke aloud,

“I’m sorry… I can’t kill my children.”

She wasn’t talking to them.

She was speaking to the divine soul inside her—the one watching through her eyes.

And then—

She let go.

Her body slumped.

Her heart stopped.

Her soul froze.

And in that moment, the divine soul riding her… was blinded. Deaf. Disconnected.

Domy and Ray rushed forward and caught her body, holding her close.

Then they turned and ran.

“Where’s Noah?” Ray asked, running through mud and blood with Katy in his arms.

But just as he asked—

They all felt it.

Something entered the battlefield.

A new presence.

One that stilled everything. One that silenced the world.

It was Absolute.

Noah Vaelgrim… had arrived.

—End of Chapter 182—