As the words fell, inside the Sanctum Abyss Workshop, Viridian felt that brand-new power stirring within his body.[Void Mask].Viridian's voice, calm and clear.Cold, absolute, unreasonable."Now, it's my turn to judge you."It was like a delete key that had appeared out of nowhere in his soul.Though only a broken fragment, the law it contained towered above every force he had encountered before.Viridian's will did not hesitate for an instant; it locked onto a new target.Right there on the outskirts of the city, at the boundaries of the dead zones left behind after the "Abyssal Null" erased them.Several figures darker than shadow were seeping in, silently.Voidwalkers.They were the will incarnate of "oblivion," conceptual entities of nothingness roaming the material world.Each Voidwalker possessed strength far beyond that of an Ashwalker; they themselves were small "conceptual erasure" nodes,

Lilith's aberration, this greatest wildcard, made him realize that the trial he had personally staged might be sliding toward an abyss even he could not foresee.Viridian's mind showed not the slightest hesitation.A variable meant risk.And the best way to eliminate the risk was to end the game completely before it spun out of control.The tower top of Raven's Nest Manor.Facing that pitch-black torrent that carried the power of the entire "Void Realm," Viridian advanced instead of retreating.He made no choice to defend passively.He had to take the initiative."Annihilation" is a function of the Void, a high-dimensional erasure command.So long as the "correctness" of that command is denied, the command itself will fall into a logical paradox.Viridian's will precisely mobilized the fragment of power he had just stolen."The Void Mask"!He did not use that force to erase the incoming flood of noth

"The Void" was utterly enraged.That will, powerful enough to freeze the universe, pierced through the barriers of all laws like an invisible spear of coordinates, instantly and firmly locking onto Viridian's soul.But Viridian simply and calmly severed all perception of the outside world.He had no time to deal with the rage of a loser who lay beyond the dimensions.The spoils required digestion. And a new hunting ground had already opened its gates.His will transformed into a [Net Wraith], silently slipping into the backend of that one-way mailbox.This was the back door he had left behind.An excellent eavesdropping post into the hidden currents of information within the Ash Council.This time, what he heard was no longer cold, remorseless orders.But an unprecedented, chaotic symphony.A will, crimson as blood and full of the desire to destroy and conquer, barreled through the stream of information like a burning chariot.That was the Apocalypse Knight, War.Another will, cold an

Valeridian’s will withdrew from the undercurrent of information. The cold air within the Sanctum Abyss Workshop seemed to grow heavier.He knew the wrath of 【The Null】 would not vanish without a trace.That coordinate spear branded upon his soul was a countdown to death.To wait passively was not in his style.The best way to fight a programmer was to understand His source code.Valeridian’s gaze fell upon two specially constructed containment cells deep within the workshop.In one cell writhed a mass of flesh exuding an aura of decay and withering.It was the remains of the Pale Horse—Pestilence—stripped of its authority.In the other was a charred, constantly twisting substance.It was the dimensional-reduced corpse of the Inquisitor, Annihilation.Two premium trophies. Two excellent sources of intelligence.A mad idea formed in his mind.Since 【Null Embodiment】 could create “existence” from nothingness, could it also reversely “manifest” memories that should have been completely era

A cold arc lifted the corner of Valeridian's mouth.The chaotic Phantom City had already laid its snares.He stepped out of the alleyway, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, instantly swallowed by the city's madness.The air was thick with the pungent smell of rust, cheap fuel, blood, and vomit. From the depths of the distant chasm came the roar of massive machinery, like the death rattle of a giant beast. Closer by, there were hysterical screams, maniacal laughter, and the sudden report of gunfire.There was no day here. Thick industrial exhaust mixed with gorge mist formed a perpetual, leaden-grey dome, sealing the city off from the sky. Huge neon signs flickered with ambiguous and dangerous light in the fog, casting grotesque and shifting patterns on twisted, numb, or frenzied faces.One street over, a deal was going down.A gaunt man handed a bag of glowing powder to a burly man. The burly man took it, sniffed it once, then suddenly drove his fist into the other man's fac