The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 372

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Chapter 372. Misalignment (2)
My body shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
The speed was nearly that of thunder itself, yet The Darkness Lord reacted.
The Darkness Lord deflected my attack.
I immediately retreated backward.
The Darkness Lord did not hesitate and closed the distance between us.
The gap narrowed rapidly.
I possessed no knowledge of The Darkness Lord’s abilities.
All information had been forgotten.
Currently, I could only perceive through the Successor’s Will[EX].
But the information derived from the predator’s instinct was equally shrouded in ‘???’, leaving me blind.
Yet deduction remained possible.
Blake, commander of the Dark Legion.
Aurec of the Dark Legion and the Special Operations Bureau.
All of them had wielded the power of Extremity[M].
Which meant The Darkness Lord either used Extremity[M] as well.
Or.
There was a high probability he wielded a superior concept of power that encompassed Extremity[M].
Either way, I could counter with Semi-Infinity[T].
I watched for that opening.
I met The Darkness Lord’s gaze directly.
But reality diverged from my expectations.
A spear descended from above.
The earth split asunder.
My body was hurled back by the darkness that erupted from the fissure.
The Darkness Lord was different.
‘He is not using the power of Extremity[M].’
Despite being the very one who granted that authority, The Darkness Lord did not employ Extremity[M].
Pure force.
A single strike with his spear.
That was all.
A light bounce.
The Darkness Lord leaped lightly into the air.
The darkness swelling in his hand transformed into a colossal spear that pierced through the very fabric of the world.
At that moment.
The spear had already descended.
A deafening crash!
Space itself tore open.
I immediately twisted my body.
Reducing my physical friction to zero, I barely escaped the trajectory.
But the shockwave did not extend in a straight line alone.
Up, down, left, right.
It radiated outward in all directions beyond the edge of my vision.
The delayed shockwave that came crashing down lashed across my body.
“Ugh!”
I tumbled across the floor, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
My hands scraped against the ground as I finally halted my momentum.
My bones creaked.
My breath came in ragged gasps.
As I continued to accelerate my consciousness, it felt as though my brain were being pierced by an awl.
Yet even responding to this felt overwhelming.
…It was beyond reach.
Even saying the gap between us was a different dimension fell short.
The word “overwhelming” did not fit either.
It did not transcend the concept of Limit[M].
It simply had no need for the concept of Limit[M] at all.
Blake’s need for the power of Limit[M] felt like nothing more than a desperate struggle to resemble The Darkness Lord.
The Darkness Lord draws near.
A rotating spear of absolute darkness.
An indescribable force tears, shatters, and ruptures the very space around it.
This could no longer be called spearmanship.
Nor was it martial arts.
It had completely transcended the realm of combat.
The Darkness Lord takes a single step forward.
My twisted hypersenses scream in agony.
The genetic map of the Perfect Organism[UL] proves useless.
Against an existence that transcends the realm of combat, biological abilities mean nothing.
It reaches and touches before I can even adapt.
Yet even if The Darkness Lord has transcended the realm of combat, I have seen beyond it.
The ultimate combat.
I have already witnessed it.
And I already know the path to reach that place.
I recall Ian’s teachings.
But Ian contained the ultimate combat within the ‘blade’.
I do not use a blade.
The path Ian taught me ultimately does not align with who I am.
Now, I must forge my own path alone.
All of Rilselenium’s energy is drawn out.
My hypersenses settle.
The genetic map reactivates.
And then.
A path opens within my mind.
KWAAAAAAAAAANG!!!
The world shattered.
The Darkness Lord’s spear pierces through the air.
Eyes burning within the helmet, darkness descends from all sides, targeting me.
Evasion is impossible.
I meet it head-on.
I rotated my body, shifting direction as fluidly as water.
Bending my joints freely in every conceivable direction, I deflected, pushed back, and repelled the assault.
The gaps connected.
And they became a path.
My own path forward within the Perfect Organism [UL], advancing toward the ultimate.
Crushing darkness bears down upon my entire body.
Our forces collided.
Both the Darkness Lord and I were sent flying backward simultaneously.
We each rolled across the ground several times before regaining our balance.
The Darkness Lord did not rush forward recklessly this time.
Maintaining vigilance.
Eyes blazing within the helmet, it watched me intently.
I caught my breath.
My heart pounded wildly.
Yet my consciousness remained strangely lucid.
And so I could perceive it.
…The recoil upon my body is considerable.
My organs ruptured, my muscles tore.
My bones shattered.
Every wound and injury regenerated instantaneously.
The ultra-regeneration ability granted by the Perfect Organism [UL] renders all fatal wounds meaningless—save for the heart and brain.
‘…I’m running low on calories.’
Yet the Relseinium’s energy was beginning to deplete.
Ultra-regeneration is not infinite.
Without fuel, it cannot be used.
Upon becoming a Perfect Organism [UL], I could access all of Relseinium’s energy, but the Darkness Lord has exponentially increased its consumption.
Simply accelerating my consciousness burns millions of calories every second.
‘I cannot afford to prolong this any longer.’
My deliberation was brief.
Crack!
My body shot forward like a single bolt of lightning.
The Darkness Lord responded immediately.
I gripped the spear with both hands, preparing a counterattack.
But The Darkness Lord was not my target.
◆A pile of Rune Iron Ore has been stored in the inventory.
◆A pile of Rune Iron Ore has been stored in the inventory.
◆A pile of Rune Iron Ore has been stored in the inventory.
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.
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“What!!”
Aurec, who had been watching, cried out.
His eyes widened in shock beyond the mask.
It was only natural.
Rune Iron Ore nullifies mana.
By its very nature, it could never be stored in pocket dimension magic.
But the inventory was not magic.
There was no longer any point in hiding or concealing.
The plan had already fallen apart.
The Emperor no longer intended to negotiate with me.
But I could not hand the Rune Iron over to The Empire.
I stored all the Rune Iron Ore into my inventory.
Darkness pursued me.
A suffocating killing intent clung to my heels.
Boom!
A silent spear strike shattered my ribs.
My body was driven into the ground.
Crash!
The impact obliterated everything around me.
The wound regenerated.
But the blood that flowed out drenched my body.
Catching my breath, I checked my inventory.
There was still a considerable amount of Rune Iron Ore left unstored.
‘I give up.’
If I tried to take it all, I would die.
But I would not simply hand it over.
I drew in a deep breath.
Heat boiled up from deep within my chest.
Aurec shouted.
“You fool!! Do you intend to destroy the Rune Iron!!”
If I cannot take it, I will burn it all.
I harbored no regrets.
A scorching heat surged from deep within my chest, spreading throughout my entire body.
Rielin’s energy was wrenched out as if being squeezed dry.
Kwaaaaaaaa──!!
An ultra-high temperature heat pressure, nearly approaching the wrath of the Celestial Dragon, erupted.
In that instant.
The Darkness Lord changed direction.
Veering away from the trajectory aimed at me, it met the heat pressure head-on.
The ultra-high temperature heat pressure and the dark wavelength collided.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang!!!
With a sound as if the world itself were splitting, light and darkness tangled together.
I turned my back.
I had no time to observe the outcome.
I rushed toward Marzen immediately.
“Protect your body with magic with all your might.”
“Wh-what──.”
It approaches.
The darkness moves again.
“Right now!!”
Before my cry even finished.
The void collapses.
Darkness—a jet-black spear tears through space as it falls.
I seized Marzen’s body.
I concentrated every remaining ounce of energy, every ability into a single point.
Hypersensitivity splinters time itself.
Upon the splintered time, I layer the genetic abilities of the Perfect Organism, enhanced by the subtlety of pleasure.
And then, one breath.
Pang!!
With explosive pressure, spacetime crumples, and the entire world turns blue.
* * *
Morning sunlight pours down on Whitewolf Territory.
Beneath the sunlight where birdsong gradually fades.
Count’s Castle had grown even more bustling.
“You there! Double-check the cargo order!”
“Did we pack enough provisions?”
Servants darting about, moving boxes here and there.
Soldiers inspecting weapons.
And Administrators holding rosters and documents, verifying each person and item one by one.
“Is anyone missing from the roster?”
“Please submit the supply manifests here! I cannot be held responsible if anything is missing later!”
“Departure is at noon. Anyone late will have to travel separately!”
Everyone bustled about, each attending to their designated tasks.
Seraphia was no exception.
She stood before a mirror, selecting a dress.
Isolde’s canonization ceremony.
Given the honor of attending such a momentous occasion, she needed to dress beautifully.
Seraphia held up one dress, then set it back down.
“This might be too ostentatious, wouldn’t it?”
Elegant without being gaudy.
Maintaining noble dignity.
Yet not overshadowing the protagonist.
“But with Isolde as the main focus, it should be fine, right?”
Her beauty was beyond compare.
Before Isolde’s divine visage—as if sculpted by the gods themselves—any garment became merely a backdrop.
“This will do!”
Seraphia claimed the dress in her hands.
Once fully prepared, she stepped outside.
“You’ve arrived.”
Kai greeted her first.
His expression was as impassive as always.
His attire remained unchanged as well.
“Preparations will be complete shortly.”
As he spoke, Kai’s gaze drifted to one side.
There, Broombar was inspecting the ether carriage.
Beside him, Rielin was organizing supplies.
Kai, Broombar, Rielin.
All were attending the canonization ceremony.
And one more person.
A blue-haired girl glancing about over there.
“Iliana, what are you looking for?”
“…Huh? Oh, Seraphia.”
Iliana answered with a slight start.
“Well, I don’t see Adrian anywhere.”
“Your brother?”
“Yeah.”
“He has something to attend to.”
“…Something to attend to?”
“Yes. It seems to be quite important and urgent.”
“So he won’t be attending the ceremony?”
“No, it’s not that. He said he’d finish his business and join us separately.”
“I see.”
“They’ll probably join us directly from the Holy Kingdom. They might arrive a bit later than we do, though.”
“I see….”
Iliana nodded in acknowledgment.
Then she exhaled in relief and pressed a hand to her chest.
“That’s a relief.”
Iliana’s small shoulders relaxed visibly, the tension draining from them.
Seraphia tilted her head curiously.
“A relief?”
“…Oh, um? No, I mean… it’s just….”
Iliana fidgeted nervously with her fingertips, looking flustered.
“I was just thinking… if he didn’t come, it might be….”
“It might be what? What are you talking about?”
“Huh? Um, well….”
Iliana’s face flushed crimson as she stumbled over her words in a rush.
“I-I was worried, that’s all! The tasks ahead could be dangerous… something could happen. If anything went wrong, that would be too….”
Iliana covered her cheeks with both hands and averted her gaze.

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