All Chapters of Man From Another Wold: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: Judgment from Beyond
The white light that had fallen like rain grew ever more intense, and the figure in the white cloak gradually took on a clearer form. His long silver hair flowed like a river of liquid light, and the aura surrounding him was so overwhelming that both Rhenzo and Hansen staggered backward.BENGG!!The atmospheric pressure collapsed around them, as if the very air shattered beneath the weight of his presence.Kira, still struggling to comprehend what was happening, felt a power that defied explanation—as if this being could alter reality itself with a mere wave of his hand.The white-robed figure said nothing, but his presence alone was enough to shift the entire atmosphere. Rhenzo, usually calm and calculating, looked disoriented—and slightly afraid. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving the figure.Hansen, though grievously wounded, tried to stand tall, staring at the white-cloaked being with curiosity—and a hint of fear. He knew that the power before them far surpassed anything they
Chapter 152: The Truth Amidst Fire
“Just kill him. I don’t care about him.”Hansen’s voice was cold—sharper than any blade. The words echoed through the ruins of Arkalem, cutting deeper than the thunderclap that had just torn through the sky.KRAKK!A small spark of lightning flickered at Hansen’s feet as he reached out, taking Kira’s hand and slowly guiding her away from the vortex of immeasurable power still suspended in the air. His gaze stayed forward, but his soul was braced for whatever would come next.Kira turned, slightly shocked. “You… don’t care about him?”Hansen didn’t answer immediately. He stared at Rhenzo’s body lying among the debris, surrounded by smoke, shattered stone, and the aura of despair.“He made his choice. And that path wasn’t justice, nor sacrifice. It was arrogance.”BOOM!!A soft explosion pulsed from the white-robed entity as he momentarily withdrew his power—restraining it to avoid erasing the very fabric of everything nearby.The figure looked at Hansen and Kira. His eyes, now glowing
Chapter 153: Hansen's Choice
“I will…”Hansen opened his eyes, and lightning flickered within his irises.“…stay.”DUARRR!!!The sky raged, as if the very fabric of the cosmos—written for millennia—had just been torn. The symbols in the sky collided and consumed each other. The dark rift at the center of the celestial ring shone brighter.The white-robed being didn’t react—he simply stared at Hansen in silence. Then he spoke, his voice quiet, yet heavy as mountains:“You have chosen destruction, young one.”ZRAAAAKKK!!!Heavenly lightning struck the ground just meters from where they stood. Dimensional energy began to collapse, and the air trembled.But Hansen stepped forward.“I know the risks. But this world doesn’t belong to the Guardians, nor to the Szeharim. This is our home. And if this home must fall, then let it fall because we fought—not because we surrendered.”BOOMM!!!A soul-shattering explosion erupted from Hansen’s body. A white-blue aura enveloped him, marking the activation of Final Soul Resonance
Chapter 154: The Rise of Resistance
The torn sky above Arkalem spewed fire and darkness.But before the Abyssborne creatures could reach the last remnants of humanity—ZWOOOSH!!!A golden beam shot in from the east, forming a massive shield in the sky. A voice thundered through the wind:“In the name of the Blazing Sky Sect, we stand to keep this earth whole!”BRAKK!!The ground cracked as hundreds of cultivators in red-and-gold robes landed in unison, forming tiered battle formations. At the forefront stood a tall figure with a gleaming spear, eyes locked on Ravh’Thur without fear.From the north, a purple mist crept forward like a living river. Within it, dozens of formation mages from the Temple of Time’s Shadows appeared, creating rune circles around Kira.“We’re no friends of this world, but we hate the apocalypse even more.”From the west came the rumble of metal.DOOM!!DOOM!!DOOM!!Hundreds of warriors in dark blue armor—the core forces of the Deep Sea Alliance—marched like titans. They wielded spiritual weapon
Chapter 155: On the Brink of Light and Darkness
Silence.Time stood still. Even the wind seemed to have lost the courage to whisper. Only bluish-white light filled every corner of the battlefield, sweeping over the ruins, the bodies, even the sky itself.Kira opened her eyes first.She knelt behind the energy shield of the Temple of Time’s Shadows, her body trembling. Fine dust floated around her like fragments of starlight.“...Hansen?” she whispered.No answer.But from the center of the light, footsteps echoed—slow, heavy, but steady.Hansen emerged from the circle of light, his body covered in wounds, clothes torn, parts of his skin charred by resonance. But he was alive.And he was holding something.Ravh’Thur’s head.Strangely, the head didn’t scream, didn’t explode, didn’t bleed demon blood. Instead… it froze. Cracked. Then shattered into black crystal and spirit fragments that evaporated into the sky.DUARRR!!A small explosion burst in the sky—where ancient symbols once loomed—and one by one, they vanished.The fragile dim
Chapter 156: Beneath a Sky That’s No Longer the Same
The western sky above the city looked ashen. The clouds didn’t rain—they merely hung still, like tears too afraid to fall.At the Arkana estate, the atmosphere felt strange. Quiet… but tense. The air itself seemed lost.Lauren sat in a rattan chair on the second-floor balcony, one hand resting on her growing belly. Her breaths were heavy. Her brown eyes gazed at the sky with an unease she couldn’t explain.“Something is wrong today,” she whispered—not to anyone in particular, more to herself.“Sweetheart, you need to rest more,” came her mother’s gentle voice from beside her. “That pain might just be exhaustion… or emotional stress.”Lauren nodded slowly, but didn’t reply. Her fingers gripped the armrest tighter.“Mother…” she finally spoke, “…I feel like someone very important disappeared today.”Her mother fell silent.Inside the house, the mood was very different.The main living room, which usually hosted nobles, had now become a center of post-cataclysm discussions.Rian Arkana l
Chapter 157: A Soul That Cannot Be Bound
Darkness.That was all that enveloped Hansen’s consciousness as his body was thrown into the dimensional void. No direction, no sound, no time.But slowly… something else emerged. Pain pierced deep into his soul—not from physical wounds, but from the black chains binding his body and merging with his spiritual core.Hansen groaned, not out of fear—but rage.“You want to bind me?” he whispered. “Wrong person.”The chain tried to drain all of his energy, sucking power down to the very marrow of his soul. But in that moment, Hansen saw an opening. He noticed the flow of energy within the chains. Slow, but steady—like a black river flowing toward a dark core at the heart of this unknown being.“You’re not just chains… you’re a pathway.”Hansen began to control his breathing. He recalled every soul-manipulation technique from his past—from the Sealed Sky Temple to the forbidden arts of the Underworld. And with unyielding resolve, he began drawing the energy inward—not to absorb it, but to
Chapter 158: Erased Footprints
Gray clouds hung over the vast bamboo forest. The wind rustled through the long leaves, producing a faint whispering sound. Along a narrow dirt path, a middle-aged man walked slowly. His steps were steady, though his body bore the signs of age.In his hand, he carried an old sword with a wooden scabbard engraved with clouds and dragons. It looked ordinary, worn. But for those who could sense it, the sword… was alive.His name was Yorgi Buana—a former soldier of a borderland clan, wandering since his family was destroyed by war. His face was rugged, scarred. But his eyes remained sharp, filled with unwavering resolve.Suddenly, his steps halted. The wind ahead had gone quiet—too quiet.SWOOSH!Three figures appeared from behind the bamboo thickets, clad in gray cloaks and silver masks devoid of expression. They moved silently, but their aura—cold and oppressive—spoke louder than words.Yorgi narrowed his eyes, his hand instinctively gripping the sword's hilt.“Who are you?” he asked, h
Chapter 159: A Sign from the Sky
DUAAARRR!!!The sky roared. A searing light plummeted at blinding speed, crashing into the earth and forming a small crater right between the Sky Dragon Sword and the masked silver men.The ground exploded, dust billowed like a war mist. The three attackers immediately leapt back, bodies in full alert.“Who dares attack us in secret?!” one of them shouted, voice filled with rage and suspicion.Smoke still fumed. Vision was obscured. The aura from the impact was unlike any known spiritual technique. More… natural. Like a blast of ancient energy.Yorgi could only watch from his kneeling position. His chest still heaved, blood trickled from his mouth. Yet his eyes gleamed with hope. His breath trembled as he prayed silently:Please… whoever you are… I can’t hold on any longer…The smoke slowly cleared, carried away by a north wind.And there… at the center of the small crater… lay a man’s body, his clothes in tatters, much of them scorched and burnt.No visible wounds. No movement. No gl
Chapter 160: The Dragon Awakens
Their steps moved in unison. Three gray shadows—fast, deadly, and without hesitation.Their auras exploded into the air, creating immense pressure that instantly bent the bamboo trees and cracked the surrounding earth.These three—Handi’s comrades—were peak-level Deity cultivators. In the spiritual world, a single stage of difference was the chasm between life and death. And they knew it.“Kill him before he fully recovers!” shouted the leader in the center.They attacked from three directions. One from the air, one from behind, the other slashing from the front with a spiritual sword radiating blood energy.But—Hansen didn’t retreat. He didn’t dodge. He wasn’t afraid.He stood firm, one hand gripping the Sky Dragon Sword—and it was as if the world held its breath.“You don’t understand…” Hansen muttered quietly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed through the battlefield. “…what you’ve awakened.”Then—SWOOOSH!He swung his sword forward. A simple motion. Yet with that swing, the a