The moment the main chain snapped, the dimensional barriers that separated the Zero Realm from the physical universe cracked like a mirror struck by a hammer. The Black Well, no longer sealed, became an open throat. And from that throat, the Abyss vomited forth its legions.They came in numbers beyond counting. Billions of Abyss Demons—formless horrors of living darkness, their bodies shifting between solid shadow and liquid nightmare—poured upward through the well's shaft. They did not climb. They erupted, a geyser of pure annihilation that burst through the crater on the Fallen Star Continent and kept going, spreading outward in a black tide that blotted out the cracked purple sky.They did not stop at the Fallen Star Continent. The demons tore at the fabric of space itself, their claws rending temporary rifts that connected the dead realm to the living worlds. Through these wounds, the darkness flooded into the Dark Continent's grey-green sky. Into the Central Continent's proud gol

The Zero Realm trembled under the weight of Lucas's rampage. The billions of Abyss Demons that had flooded through the Black Well were now scattered and broken, their formless bodies crushed by fists and feet that carried the weight of a primordial dragon's full physical might. But the tide was endless. For every wave Lucas obliterated, another surged from the well's throat, mindless hunger replacing mindless hunger in an eternal, grinding advance.Ivy stepped off the floating platform.She did not shout. She did not announce herself. She simply descended, her silver hair streaming behind her like a banner of winter, her Frost Sword already drawn. But the blade was different now. The black flames that had wreathed it since the Dark Star Ruins now flickered with something new—silver threads of pure fortune, the resonance of the Random Luck system that had guided Lucas across two lives. The Goddess's power, seeping into Ivy's blade through the bond Lucas had forged.She landed on the st

The crystalline dust of the Abyss King drifted across the Zero Realm like a silent snowfall, beautiful and inert. The billions of demons that had swarmed through the Black Well were gone—frozen, shattered, or absorbed into their master's final, catastrophic form. The invasion was over. The apocalypse had been canceled.But the Black Well remained.Its mouth still gaped at the crater's heart, a wound in the fabric of reality that pulsed with residual darkness. The Goddess was no longer chained to its foundation. Her divine body, which had plugged the leakage for ten thousand years, now stood free and trembling in Lucas's protective aura. And without her sacrifice anchoring the well's gravity, the dimensional tear began to destabilize. Across the four continents, the ground shuddered. The floating fragments of the Fallen Star Continent listed dangerously. The iron chains that held the shattered realm together groaned as the well's unsealed pull tugged at the foundations of every world c