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Chapter 513: Eisenwald

Ethan and Rose appeared outside of the God Realm, standing before its vast and silent boundary as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was about to unfold.

It was time for him to reach in and hunt down that True God.

Ethan had always known where they lived. That knowledge had never left him, not even for a moment. Because of that certainty, he did not hesitate now. He used teleportation and arrived directly at the domain of the Valemir Clan without any obstruction or delay.

Zara was also captured here.

He turned slightly toward Rose, his expression calm but carrying a weight that could not be mistaken.

"You should enter my inner world as well. Things are going to get pretty rough. I will call you out after I have dealt with everything here," he said to Rose in a steady voice.

Rose did not argue. She simply nodded, understanding that whatever was about to happen was beyond ordinary conflict.

Ethan waved his hand, and Rose vanished from the outside world, drawn safely into his inner domain.

He had done this because there were no ordinary people left in this clan anymore.

There were at least thirty one True Gods stationed here, and their power levels were all comparable to level one hundred to one hundred and five. It was not a gathering of minor threats. It was a fortress of overwhelming divine presence.

Ethan smiled faintly.

"Give me back my sister, and I will leave," he said calmly.

His voice did not rise, yet it carried across the space with a quiet authority that did not require force to be heard.

Almost instantly, the massive gate of the clan opened.

Behind it, the True Gods stood in formation, their hands placed behind their backs as if they were observing something beneath them rather than confronting an equal. Their expressions were composed, but their eyes carried disdain.

"A puny insect who was created by a lower class True God is threatening us? Criminals always think they are invincible," one of them said coldly.

Another stepped forward slightly, his lips curling into a faint smile.

"You are here for that girl, are you not? Let us kill her in front of you. I want to see what a weakling can actually do. Do you truly believe you can cause problems in the Divine Realm?" he continued with deliberate cruelty.

Soon, they brought Zara forward.

She looked nothing like the sweet and innocent girl Ethan remembered.

Her condition made it clear that she had suffered here. There was no need for explanation. The evidence was written across her entire being.

The moment Ethan saw her, something inside him broke.

The calm that he had maintained until now collapsed without resistance.

Boom.

He vanished from where he stood.

The True Gods immediately felt a sharp and undeniable premonition. Instinct screamed at them, warning them of something they could not yet comprehend. However, before they could react, Ethan had already appeared directly in front of the one who was holding Zara.

One of his talents was named Void God Azaroth.

He had always known that this talent possessed the power to destroy matter, law, antimatter, and even the very fabric of reality itself. However, he had never used it before.

Now, driven by his anger, he activated this annihilative power.

Boom.

Ethan’s eyes turned red, and so did his long hair. The strands began to float upward as if gravity had lost its authority over him. A supreme destructive aura surged outward from his body, distorting the space around him.

The god who was holding Zara felt fear for the first time.

Without wasting even a fraction of a second, Ethan placed Zara into his inner world, removing her from danger.

But the moment she disappeared, the restraint he had been placing on his destructive will also vanished.

Boom.

Boom.

Destructive pulses began to erupt from his body in rapid succession.

This escalation occurred because his other talents, Abyss God Nihility and Eternal Sovereign Chronos, were also activated.

A vast river of time manifested in reality itself, flowing with an authority that transcended comprehension. Beneath that river, an endless abyss opened, one that seemed capable of swallowing even fate itself without resistance.

The faces of the gods turned pale.

Their inner law strands reacted violently, sending warnings through their very existence. Every instinct they possessed demanded that they run, that they escape, that they survive.

But they could not move.

Ethan had activated time stop.

They were trapped in a frozen moment, fully aware yet completely powerless.

Ethan stretched out his right hand and slowly closed his fist.

In that single motion, everything ended.

Instantly, all those gods were reduced to cosmic particles. Their forms, their power, and even their internal structures were erased. Their inner law strands vanished as well, leaving no trace of their previous existence in the immediate reality.

However, Ethan knew that they were not truly dead.

Their source was still connected to the Divine Realm itself.

Because of that, he activated another of his abilities.

Lord of Fate.

At once, the hidden structure of reality unfolded before him. He could see the fate lines of the gods he had just destroyed. Those lines should have been extinguished entirely, erased from existence, but they were still present, still glowing faintly.

They were anchored to something far greater.

Ethan began rewriting their fate.

He reached into the origin of those lines and severed the beginning, cutting away the point where their existence was intertwined with the vast and overarching fate of the Divine Realm.

The moment he completed that action, the gods died in the truest sense.

Their existence no longer had a foundation to return to.

And then something shifted.

Without warning, Ethan’s consciousness was forcefully pulled away.

He found himself standing in a dark room. The surroundings were quiet, and the only source of illumination was a dim light resembling moonlight.

In front of him, someone was sitting on a throne.

Beside that figure stood a woman.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the woman asked, her voice calm but carrying a trace of concern.

"Yes. It needs to be done. I need to find a way to kill those individuals above level fifty thousand. They have remained on the ruler pedestal for far too long. I need a method to divide their existence," the man replied in a composed tone.

After speaking, he waved his hand.

A sphere appeared in one of his hands.

In the other, a sword materialized.

Without hesitation, he brought the sword down and cut the sphere.

The moment the blade completed its motion, the man spat blood. His body trembled slightly, and his face became pale.

Yet despite that, he smiled.

"I have finally been able to cut down infinity itself," he said with unmistakable pride.

"Now let them grow individually. They will become the foundation of me, Eisenwald, the future Ruler of Infinity, the throne those old fools were never able to create," he continued.

Ethan watched everything in silence.

He understood what he was witnessing.

This was the moment of creation.

This was the origin of Elysium and Hyperion.

Suddenly, Eisenwald turned his gaze directly toward Ethan.

He smiled, as if he had been aware of Ethan’s presence all along.

"Oh? You can reach the past so thoroughly that you can even witness the beginning of your own existence?" he said with a tone of amusement.

Before Ethan could respond, something unexpected occurred.

"The Ruler of Infinity Throne is mine."

The words left Ethan’s mouth without his control.

His consciousness was immediately pulled back into the present.

The battlefield returned around him.

Without hesitation, he finished off the remaining gods, ensuring that none of them retained even a fragment of existence.

However, the God of the Fae Race, the one he had originally come to kill, was not present here.

Silence settled around him.

Ethan stood still for a moment.

"What was that? Why did I say that?" he thought, his mind unsettled despite everything he had just accomplished.