Chapter 193: A World Crumbles

Chapter 193 – A World Crumbles

Noah appeared back inside the small realm of Laeh—and there he was, standing, as if he’d been waiting for him all along.

Noah tilted his head. "Did you also sense it?" he asked, voice calm, eyes sharp.

Laeh looked at him, his chubby face twisted in frustration and indignation. "Of course I sensed it. You probably want to do something bad to me, huh? Hell, I felt that devilish energy of yours long before this."

Then he sighed, his expression dropping into something like reluctant acceptance. "Tell me... what horrible thing did you plan to do to me? Go on. You’re the leader—I won’t disobey." He said it as if life had already lost its flavor, as if he’d given up before the game even started.

Noah blinked, speechless.

He thought Laeh had sensed the danger. But no—he sensed his grin?

Insane.

He wanted to laugh. But he didn’t—because the situation was already too tight. Too pressing. So instead—

"I don’t have time to explain, but... do you trust me, Laeh?" Noah asked, his tone serious, solemn. No jokes. No charm. Just truth.

And Laeh, who always picked up on the weight behind Noah’s voice, felt it immediately. The childish aura vanished. The playful tone evaporated.

What remained... was the World Will. A proper being of authority.

"...Yes. I trust you... my lucky star."

Noah smiled faintly—then got straight to the point.

"I need you to come with me. I need you to detach yourself from this world... and take your place as the World Will of my realm."

Simple words. But they carried the weight of a universe.

He had asked his system earlier how one could acquire a World Will. The answer came in two paths:

One—cultivate your realm, strengthen it over time, and eventually, it would birth a will of its own.

Two—extract the World Will from an existing world and embed it into your own.

Noah didn’t even hesitate. The second option was faster—and right now, time was a luxury he didn’t have.

But the moment he said it, Laeh froze.

Then he shuddered—violently.

"What the fuck?! Are you serious?" For the first time, Laeh cursed at him.

But could you blame him?

Detaching from a world meant tearing off a part of yourself. It meant agony, mind-shattering pain, trauma that couldn’t be healed. It was something few could endure.

That’s why Laeh had always said he didn’t mind absorbing dead or broken World Wills—because those were already shattered. Already gone.

But this?

This would destroy him.

"I’m sorry, lucky star," Laeh whispered. He shook his head, ashamed. "I just... can’t."

But what he didn’t know or rather what he hadn’t realized yet—

"I don’t think you have a choice, Laeh," Noah said, voice sharp now, the weight in it crushing.

"Something’s coming. And that something can—"

BOOOOOOOMMMM!

He didn’t even finish.

The explosion rocked the entire realm, shaking it to its very foundations.

Laeh dropped to his knees, golden-green blood gushing from every orifice. His eyes widened in horror and disbelief. And finally realization.

Noah stood still, expression grim.

He’d felt the power behind that strike.

That wasn’t some phenomenon.

That wasn’t a warning.

That was an attack.

A being had just struck their world.

"What... what is this?" Laeh stammered. He waved his trembling hand, conjuring a screen before him.

What they saw made their hearts turn cold.

An elf.

Not a deep space beast. Not a divine spirit. Just one man.

An elf—standing outside the world, floating in space like it was his throne. Golden hair. Green eyes. A regal beard trimmed with care.

Handsome and serene but also familiar.

Too familiar.

"...Orien?" Noah muttered, his heart pounding.

And in that instant—he understood why that bastard had been so calm even after being imprisoned.

Because someone like him... never came alone.

And as if feeling their gaze, the elf outside turned.

His eyes met theirs through space and reality.

And then—he spoke.

His voice was calm, peaceful. Gentle even.

But the weight behind it was unbearable.

"I am Klaus Worldborn, member of the illustrious elven Worldborn Family."

"This world has committed an unforgivable sin by kidnapping our heir."

He paused. Smiled politely. Then continued:

"First, let me retrieve our young master, okay?"

The way he said it—nonchalant, friendly—it was like he was asking to borrow sugar.

But what happened next...

Noah’s realm trembled.

Something was trying to escape—to break out—without his permission. And the moment he resisted, he felt it.

If he pushed back—his entire realm would be destroyed.

And with it, his soul.

And if his soul died—so did he. So did everything.

It wasn’t a choice. It was inevitable.

So Noah let go.

And Orien appeared beside Klaus—alive, smug, cheerful.

"Welcome back, young master," Klaus said with a small bow. "How was your little trip?"

Orien laughed. "Hahaha! Klaus, it was wonderful. This world was so much fun. I saw so many interesting things."

Klaus smiled back. Pleased.

Then his face shifted. Cold.

"Shall we destroy this world or enslave it by force?"

The words—so casual—hit like a meteor.

And that was the real issue.

When champions fight, the higher powers can’t interfere directly. They can only support. Watch. Wait.

But when the fight is over?

They can do whatever the hell they want.

Normally, they don’t. Because going after a world that just aligned with another faction means starting a war.

But this time...

No faction won.

A lone being did.

A being with no backing.

That made everything different.

Because some of them were already whispering. Already connecting the dots.

The Akashic Records had announced the birth of an abomination years ago. And now a being had defeated multiple champions in a single war, with no divine faction behind him?

It was too easy to draw the line.

And whether the Worldborns were sure or not didn’t matter.

They just had to act.

Before it was too late.

"Either they submit," Orien said cheerfully, "or they die."

Like he wasn’t talking about wiping out billions.

Klaus raised his hand toward the small world of Laeh.

And it felt like an entire cosmic world rested inside his palm. One far stronger than Laeh.

"You heard the young master," he said softly. "Submit... or die."

Noah stood still, watching.

Then turned to Laeh.

Laeh stared back and he smiled weakly.

"...Will you survive?" he asked softly.

He didn’t ask if Noah would submit.

He already knew the answer to that.

Noah smiled—crooked, dark. "I can try something. What about you?"

Laeh shook his head.

"I won’t."

And then, without hesitation, he plunged his hand into his own chest.

His face contorted in agony. His body trembled violently.

And then—he pulled.

A glowing, multicolored core emerged.

His own core. The World Will core.

The moment it left his body, Laeh’s form began to blur. His realm began to crumble and by extension the whole world.

Klaus and Orien noticed immediately. Their expressions twisted.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? Don’t!" Orien shouted. "We’ll treat you well, I swear!"

But it was too late.

Laeh handed Noah the core. Smiling weakly.

"My lucky star... you’ll avenge me, right?"

His smile was painful. Bittersweet. Resigned.

Noah’s face showed nothing.

No sadness. No rage.

Just silence.

And that made it terrifying.

Because when Noah didn’t show emotion—

It meant the storm had already started inside.

He nodded slowly. "I will."

His voice was hoarse. Quiet. On the verge of something sharp.

And as if he was waiting for just that...

Laeh’s body began to crumble.

And with him—the world.

But before he vanished completely—

"Take my people into your realm," he said.

Noah didn’t waste a breath.

He moved—fast.

He took as much as he could: the entire Vaelgrim Domain, part of the demon continent, the beast continent, part of the dwarfs and the whole elf continent.

The rest?

They died. All of them.

And as the world vanished completely, Noah stood outside, floating in space.

He was barely breathing, his body shaking lightly.

He wasn’t ready. Not yet.

Only Supremes could survive in this space without suffering any consequences or pain.

But he endured.

And he raised his eyes—calmly—toward Klaus and Orien.

"Oh! You’re alive. Perfect!" Orien grinned. "Be smart and come with us."

He signaled to Klaus not to attack yet. He wanted to talk.

But Noah didn’t speak. Not at first.

Then—

Gently. Calmly.

"The next time I see you..."

"I’ll exterminate your entire fucking Worldborn bloodline."

He smiled.

But it wasn’t kind.

It was grief. Rage. Vengeance—twisting behind his teeth.

And as he smiled—shadows began to gather at his feet silently, invisible to even Klaus and Orien.

"Just wait for me, okay?"

And then—he was gone.

Noah had used his title Sovereign of Shadows.

Noah Vaelgrim...had gone to the Shadow Realm.

—End of Chapter 193—