The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 379

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Chapter 379. Canonization Ceremony (3)
Seraphia’s sudden words.
Iliana couldn’t comprehend them.
Go to Adrian?
In this moment?
When a single misstep could mean death in this critical instant?
“What do you—”
Iliana’s words never reached their end.
Kwaaaaaaaa—!!!
A torrent of chaotic light erupted.
Isolde hung suspended high in the heavens.
She appeared as a goddess enthroned in the celestial realm, gazing down upon this world with divine authority.
【Nilgh’ri zhro, sgn’wagl.】
What resonated was no language.
Pure malevolence crystallized into thought.
Yet it seeped unmistakably into the fabric of reality.
“Cough…!”
“S-save me…!!”
People collapsed, vomiting blood.
Tens of thousands screamed in agony, clutching their chests.
…Death was approaching.
But within the Canonization Ceremony Hall, Kai’s mental construct unfolded.
The Cradle of Eternity.
Within this space, all concepts and laws pertaining to death were utterly negated.
Yet still, the people drew ever closer to death.
Iliana understood.
Divine power.
The authority of Creation itself—the power to manifest existence from nothingness—had been unleashed.
At that very moment.
“Grrrrgh!!”
Kai clenched his teeth.
He expanded his mental construct, broadening the Cradle’s domain.
He denied the approaching death and imposed immortality by force.
Thus, the people did not perish.
Instead, Kai’s own existence began to erode.
For no one could stand before the power of Creation.
It was the archetypal concept that created even laws themselves—the very foundation of the world.
Should Isolde declare, “From this moment forward, all life shall not die,”
Then from that instant, all life would cease to perish.
Kai’s mental construct would be realized through Isolde’s single utterance.
The reverse held equally true.
In other words, negating Kai’s mental manifestation was equally possible with a single word.
That wasn’t all.
If Isolde declared, “From this moment forward, the total energy of the isolated system is infinite,” Broombar’s delusional manifestation would be realized.
If Isolde declared, “From this moment forward, all birth and death in nature are one,” Rielin’s phantasmal manifestation would be realized.
That was the nature of Omnipotence.
Anything, everything.
Absolute authority to manifest upon the world.
No one could stand against Omnipotence.
Only one.
Only the authority of Extinction—erasing existence into nothingness—could stand against Omnipotence.
Craaaaaack—!!
The sky froze solid.
Frost flowers blooming across my vision shaved away the perfection of Omnipotence.
Isolde swept her hand through the air.
In that instant, another law was created and chaotic light erupted forth.
Roaaaaaaar—!!
The created order melted the frozen sky.
Yet cold emptiness tore through the sky once more, spreading its reach.
Crack, craaack!
Cracks formed in the created law.
Isolde’s both arms were ‘extinguished’.
Isolde retreated backward.
The extinguished arms were ‘created’ anew in an instant.
Iliana couldn’t suppress her shock.
“Good heavens—!!”
She understood better than anyone else.
This wasn’t simply… combat.
Omnipotence creates.
Extinction accepts no creation whatsoever.
It was an absurd collision where both hurled the very foundations of the world at one another.
Iliana’s trembling eyes darted between the two figures.
Isolde and Seraphia.
Goddess and Empress.
Two beings standing at opposite poles.
Each denying the other’s power and existence.
“…I must go to my brother.”
Seraphia continued repeating the same words.
Iliana continued to harbor the same question.
Now? In this moment?
Crack!!
With a sound that tore the world asunder, the sky split open once more.
A strange pattern materialized behind Isolde’s back.
Frost flowers scattered from behind Seraphia’s form.
And then they collided.
Boom!!!
The world shattered.
Laws fractured and the very contours of reality tore asunder.
Creation and annihilation.
Two divine authorities clashed in perfect equilibrium, rending all causality and order to pieces.
And Isolde is a god.
An eternal, immortal being.
Seraphia is human.
A finite, mortal existence.
“Ugh!”
Finally, Seraphia’s body wavered.
The divine was absolute.
And the human standing before it was far too small.
Seraphia grasped her heaving chest as she spoke.
“To stop her… I need my brother.”
But Iliana thought differently.
Would Adrian be any different?
Of course, Adrian was stronger than anyone.
But the current Isolde had transcended the very concept of strength.
No—she creates strength itself.
If necessary, she could forge the law of invincibility.
When even Seraphia could barely hold her ground, would Adrian truly be any different?
Iliana was skeptical.
Above all else.
“Right now… I must go to my brother.”
Adrian wasn’t coming—she had to go to him?
Seraphia spoke as though Adrian would not arrive at all.
Iliana bit her lip.
She didn’t know what Seraphia was thinking.
“Where is Adrian right now?”
For now, she had to follow her lead.
Boom!!
The divine power grew ever more ferocious.
Seraphia clenched her teeth as she spoke.
“The Whitewolf Territory…! He’s in the Whitewolf Territory.”
Iliana’s pupils trembled.
The Holy Kingdom to Whitewolf Territory.
The distance was considerable.
Even by Ether Carriage, it would take a full ten days.
That meant at least ten days even if I departed now.
In other words, it was tantamount to saying I had to fight Isolde for ten days straight.
“I… I have to go.”
Especially during those ten days without Seraphia.
…It made no sense.
Without Seraphia, I couldn’t endure even a single day against Isolde as she was now.
Yet Seraphia was telling me I had to go.
Because of that, Iliana chose what she could do in this moment.
“I’ll prepare a Teleport spell.”
Long-distance translocation magic—Teleport.
It demanded precision and stability.
And an astronomical amount of mana.
Especially as the distance increased, the requirements rose exponentially.
Moreover, when the target was someone other than oneself, the difficulty bordered on the impossible.
Yet Iliana raised her hand.
Azure mana coalesced at her fingertips.
Mana surged through my entire body.
But that wasn’t all.
Setting spatial coordinates for Teleport was never an easy task.
Every object with mass warps spacetime around it.
Therefore, when marking spatial coordinates,
I had to calculate every single variable of spacetime existing on this Continent.
Furthermore, though everything appeared motionless to the eye, all things in this world moved ceaselessly.
The motion of molecules. The flow of atmosphere.
The rotation and revolution of stars.
And even the vibrations of spacetime itself.
Teleport had to account for every single one of those variables.
“Ugh…!”
The staggering computational load clawed at my mind.
My head burned white-hot.
Just as my senses numbed and my vision faded to white,
Thump! Thump!
The dragon’s heart embedded in Draconir pulsed.
It amplified my mana.
It processed the calculations in my stead, rousing my consciousness back to life.
And thus, I finally inscribed a translocation magic circle that pierced through reality itself.
It was just before Isolde unleashed her radiance once more.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!!
The teleportation magic circle activated.
Seraphia began to decompose into light and transmit.
Iliana gritted her teeth, pushing every last ounce of mana into the spell.
“I must…! I have to bring Adrian back…!!”
Whoooosh!
Seraphia vanished into the torn fabric of space and time.
Iliana fell to her knees.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
Headache, dizziness, nausea.
Every sensation tangled together in chaos.
But I couldn’t rest.
…because it wasn’t over.
Isolde, suspended in the heavens.
Roooaaarrr─!!
Chaotic light swept down in a torrent.
With the power of annihilation gone, Isolde now fully manifested omnipotence.
In other words, I now had to endure against a god.
Until Seraphia brought Adrian back.
‘…Can I do this?’
I shook my head.
I erased the doubt.
‘I must succeed.’
Omniscience and omnipotence.
They encompass each other.
Though the practical weight tips toward ‘omnipotence,’ one who is merely omnipotent knows not the limits of their own power.
In this very moment.
“Full mana deployment.”
Only my omniscience could hold Isolde’s omnipotence at bay.
* * *
A colossal vortex of space and time.
Booooom-!
Space twisted as if it were screaming.
The boundaries on all sides blurred, and suddenly a long tunnel formed beyond the torn reality.
As if being sucked into it.
Seraphia’s body accelerated rapidly through the tunnel, sliding forward.
Kaleidoscopic light swept across her vision.
Every color that existed in the world rushed past in a torrent.
And finally, when her entire field of vision was engulfed in azure radiance.
Crack!
A brilliant flash of light burst forth, and my vision cleared.
I plummeted from the teleportation circle like a meteor veering off its trajectory.
Crash!
I slammed hard against the unforgiving ground.
“Ugh!”
The pain was absolutely excruciating.
My elbows and knees.
Even my ribs had been scraped raw.
Worse still, the torn dress had left my thighs exposed, and blood seeped from the abrasions across my skin.
“It hurts…!”
It truly hurt beyond measure.
My head was spinning violently.
Yet the air felt familiar.
The scent, the temperature—all of it was recognizable.
I could sense it clearly.
“…Did I make it?”
I looked around carefully.
This wasn’t the Whitewolf Territory.
“Was I intercepted by the barrier…?”
It was the work of the powerful mana-blocking formation installed throughout the Whitewolf Territory.
Its effect was simple in principle.
Upon entry via teleportation, it forcibly twisted the spatial coordinates, warping the arrival point.
It was a magical formation that Iliana had personally designed and installed to prevent external intrusions.
But precisely because Iliana had designed and installed it, I knew it better than anyone.
In other words, I had already accounted for it in my calculations.
“Still, I’m close enough.”
The surrounding landscape was familiar.
Not far from the Whitewolf Territory at all.
“I have to go.”
Without hesitation, I bolted forward.
Beneath the torn dress.
My exposed thighs burned with friction, flushed crimson from the exertion.
* * *
How long had I been running?
My heels had broken long ago.
My bare feet were torn and bleeding.
Yet I didn’t stop.
Beyond my wavering vision.
At last, the outer boundaries of the Whitewolf Territory came into view.
Above the fortress, the white wolf’s banner fluttered in the wind.
Seraphia continued running.
But her direction was not toward Whitewolf Territory.
The frozen peak stretched before her.
Seraphia ran with her teeth clenched.
Her breath came in ragged gasps.
The biting cold of the Snowy Mountain pierced her lungs.
Her legs had gone numb with frost, sensation abandoning them entirely.
Yet Seraphia did not stop.
And finally.
A faint silhouette emerged from the white expanse.
As if buried in snow.
He stood motionless, utterly still.
In the silence of the Snowy Mountain.
“Brother….”
Adrian’s face had lost all vitality, his head hanging down without end.

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