The silver glyphs still shimmered faintly in the air, slowly dissolving into the hues of twilight. But Jin wasn't finished.
He closed his eyes.
Within him, the power surged like a sea of stars—each one screaming to be unleashed. His heartbeat echoed like thunder, and with every pulse, the cosmos around him seemed to distort, twist, and ripple under the weight of his will.
"Aurelion," Jin spoke, voice calm yet absolute. "I need to test it."
The ancient guardian, ever the sentinel of balance, gave a slow nod. "Go. But beyond the Veil. Do not shatter this cosmos."
Jin rose once more—higher than ever before.
He pierced the skies of the Lunar World, ascending beyond the clouds and constellations, until he reached the boundary that separated the realm of existence from something beyond—True Outer Space.
It wasn't black.
It wasn't silent.
It was alive—and yet, anti-being. A place where reality ceased to define itself. Where meaning dissolved, and thought shattered. A realm of null-definition.
And Jin—his will forged in endless agony—remained unbroken.
He inhaled once.
His heart beat.
—A crack tore through the fabric of the void, fracturing True Outer Space like glass under divine pressure.
Another beat.
—A ripple exploded outward, warping the very notion of space.
Then, with a single flick of his fingers—
He tore open True Outer Space itself.
Aurelion, watching this unfold, muttered under his breath, "I told him not to shatter balance... but he's doing exactly that."
Velka gently smiled. "My lord… perhaps it's time we allow him true freedom."
Meanwhile, Jin floated in the void, untethered, untamed—his power now beyond comprehension.
And then, he whispered.
"Let's use my Requiem—
Gate – Echo of the Door. Astral Rift."
In an instant, Jin vanished.
The Overlords watching from afar reeled in disbelief.
"Where did he go?!" Nyreth gasped.
"I… I couldn't track his movement at all," Selira said, awe-struck.
Then, they felt it—a presence, heavy and overwhelming.
It was Jin. He had reached, standing amidst True Space once more—unscathed, unchallenged.
"That's… impossible!" Kaelis shouted. "Even Overlords and Monarchs must use portals to travel through that realm!"
"No," Orion said darkly. "The real question is… why isn't True Space trembling?"
Velka's expression turned solemn. "It means Jin has achieved perfect control over his power… That's unprecedented. Even we cannot do that. Only my Lord—and Zhel-Vorah—ever could."
Then, Jin's gaze turned outward. He looked toward the Infinite Central World.
There, far in the distance, he saw them—three central worlds, each cloaked in ominous black clouds.
Jin narrowed his eyes. "What… is that?"
Aurelion answered gravely. "Those are the Corrupted Central Worlds."
Jin's expression turned cold. " What…?"
"They were tainted," Aurelion continued, "when Zhel-Vorah destroyed your central world. His corrupted essence spilled into the True Space, spreading like a plague. Most were purified, but these three… we failed. Their corruption lingers, infecting anything near them."
"What happened to the humans…?" Jin asked, his voice quiet.
Velka bowed her head. "They were wiped out. Utterly. Not a trace remains."
Rage burned behind Jin's eyes. Sorrow and fury entwined into purpose.
He whispered, "Then it ends now.
Let's use my second ability… Alter Ego."
Black energy erupted from him like a second soul breaking free.
Around him, terrifying monster figures emerged—grotesque yet majestic, living shadows wrapped in divine power. They kneeled before him in absolute loyalty.
"Destroy those three central worlds," Jin commanded, his voice cold and final. "But do not harm the others."
They nodded.
In a matter of moments, the corrupted worlds were consumed in a silent collapse. No screams. No echoes. Just peace—and then, nothing.
Jin whispered to the void,
"Zhel-Vorah… you're next."
Meanwhile…
In the deepest recess of the True Horror Domain, Zhel-Vorah sat upon his throne of writhing bone and flame. Around him, colossal dragons bowed in eerie silence.
He stared at the crimson sky.
Then laughed—a bitter, hollow laugh.
"So… you've returned at last, Jin. The monster cloaked in divinity."
He stood, his cloak dissolving into smoke and blood.
"It's time," he said. "But I will grant the cosmos a mercy.
5 years. Let them prepare. Let you prepare."
His eyes gleamed with dread certainty.
"And then—I will erase your light."
Back in True Space…
Jin stood calmly above the remnants of the destroyed worlds, a quiet storm swirling behind his blue eyes.
He smiled.
Dark, knowing.
"I won't wait for your mercy, Zhel-Vorah.
I'll move first."