The Breakers of Divine Boundaries

The Jungle Law of the Gods

It took less than three seconds for Hanan to clear seven kilometers.

The air let out a loud whistle when he stopped moving, making a little shockwave that knocked leaves off the fancy street trees. Hanan was standing in front of the lobby of a pitch-black glass corporate tower. The building was towering over Jakarta like some giant sword.

To normal people, this was just some elite business spot. But to Hanan, this building was one nasty anomaly.

A deep purple aura was pulsing from the top floor, creeping down the whole building like some parasitic roots. Those golden threads of fate tying hundreds of workers together inside were being yanked, twisted, and hooked to one spot at the top of the tower. Whoever was up there wasn't just breaking their own limits; they were messing with everyone else's too.

"He is using his power to enslave their will," Hanan muttered. His brain quickly decoded that purple energy vibe. "Massive mind control. Real cheap."

"Don't sleep on him," an ancient voice warned inside Hanan's head. "Every crack in the Limiter gives a different power, based on the strongest desire when that human breaks through. Your hate gives you absolute understanding of matter and the universe's structure. But that thing up there... his craving is absolute dominance."

Hanan gave a small smirk. "Perfect. I really needed a punching bag."

Hanan strolled in through the lobby's revolving door. Two beefy guards by the metal detector didn't even blink as he walked past. To them, Hanan wasn't even there. He'd bent the light around his body and matched his sound waves to the room's frequency. He was a straight-up ghost.

He walked casually toward the VIP executive elevator. No key card needed Hanan just touched the metal panel. The electrons in the elevator's circuits folded to his command, hacking the security system in milliseconds. The doors slid open smooth as silk.

Hanan stepped in and hit the button for the 60th floor the top floor.

As the elevator went up, Hanan felt the atmospheric pressure change. That dark purple energy got thicker, trying to creep into the lift and crush Hanan's consciousness. It was spiritual gravity meant to make anyone going up to this floor feel small, obedient, and terrified.

But the second that purple mist touched Hanan's skin, a faint gold glow burst from his pores, burning the mist into nothing.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Hanan stepped out into a crazy expensive corporate penthouse. The floor was jet-black marble, the walls had multi-billion dollar abstract paintings, and the whole outer wall was glass showing Jakarta from above the clouds.

But the scene inside was far from normal.

A dozen elite-looking office workers were standing frozen around the room. They weren't frozen in time, though. Their eyes were open, their chests were moving as they breathed, but their faces were totally blank. They were like breathing mannequins just waiting for orders.

In the middle of the room, sitting on a blood-red leather sofa, a guy in a silk shirt was sipping a glass of whiskey. He looked like he was in his late thirties. Handsome face, sharp jawline, but his eyes eyes that glowed with a dark purple light held some serious, unearned arrogance.

The guy put his glass down slowly. He looked at Hanan a bit surprised, but that quickly turned into a condescending smirk.

"I could feel someone breaking their Limiter last night. The metaphysical shockwave was loud enough to make my pets here twitchy," the man said. His voice echoed heavily, carrying a frequency that forced your ears to submit. "But I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to come straight to my territory, Newbie."

Hanan walked in, ignoring the guy's threatening stare. "Territory? You call this birdcage a territory?"

The guy laughed. His laughter echoed through the whole place, making the windows vibrate. "The name's Bastian. And yeah, this is my kingdom. Unlike those mortals down there who have to grind for power, I just look them in the eye, and they'll hand over their company, their wives, even their lives to me voluntarily."

Bastian spread his arms, and those dozen frozen employees all knelt on the floor at once with creepy, jerky movements.

"You broke through God's limits just to be a corporate boss?" Hanan stared at Bastian with a sharp, flat look. "You threw away your humanity just to play house with meat puppets? That's some shallow ambition."

Bastian's eyes narrowed. The purple glow in his eyes flared up. His pride was hurt.

"Watch your mouth, Newbie. You don't know the rules of this new world yet," Bastian hissed. The room suddenly felt like the oxygen had been sucked out. "The power from the Limiter gap is a predator system. We consume energy from the world and from each other. You came here with a shaky soul, looking for answers. To me... you're just an extra battery delivering yourself to me."

Bastian snapped his fingers.

Out of nowhere, the gravity around Hanan multiplied hundreds of times. The black marble floor under Hanan's feet cracked and caved in instantly, unable to handle the sudden pressure.

Bastian grinned, expecting to see Hanan crushed to his knees, spitting blood because his organs were turned to mush by the absolute gravity.

But Bastian's smile slowly faded.

Marble dust was flying everywhere, and from behind the cloud, Hanan was still standing tall. He didn't even blink. He just had his arms crossed casually. The gravity pressure that could've flattened an armored car was blocked by a thin layer of gold aura surrounding Hanan.

"This is what you call pressure?" Hanan's voice broke the silence, colder than ice.

Hanan lowered his arms and took one step forward.

CRACK!

This time it wasn't the floor that shattered. Every single window in the penthouse cracked at once. The energy radiating from Hanan's body didn't explode like Bastian's; instead, it was as sharp as a scalpel cutting right into the atomic core of the air in the room.

"You manipulate will and mass because you're thirsty for control," Hanan said as he kept walking closer. The gold glow in his eyes was burning wild now. "But you forgot one thing, Bastian. Your gravity, your mind games, and your power... it's all still tied to the laws of matter."

Bastian gritted his teeth. His arrogant face was replaced by panic. He threw his hands forward, firing a wave of deep purple energy shaped like a giant spear straight at Hanan's chest.

Hanan didn't even dodge. He just raised his left index finger.

When the purple energy spear hit the tip of Hanan's finger, it didn't explode. It fell apart. Hanan forced the molecules of Bastian's fake energy to let go of their bonds, turning that deadly attack into a cool breeze that just brushed through Hanan's hair.

"No way..." Bastian backed up a step, his breath getting heavy. "Particle manipulation? You just broke your Limiter last night! How are you this precise?!"

"Because my gap was formed from the void," Hanan whispered. He was now standing just two meters away from Bastian. "You traded your humanity for greed, Bastian. Your brain is noisy with worldly wants. While me?"

I don't want a single thing. That's exactly why I can see everything crystal clear."

Hanan raised his right hand. "And now, I wanna see what happens when I rip those powers right out of you."

Bastian let out a pissed-off scream. He tried to call every single one of his hypnotized employees to be a human shield, but he was way too late. Hanan had already snatched Bastian by the throat with speed that was basically invisible to the naked eye.

Right then and there, Hanan channeled his energy straight through Bastian's chest, reaching for the exact spot where Bastian's soul had a 'crack' in it.

Hanan's eyes went wide. The second he touched the crack in Bastian's soul, this weird-ass sensation flowed into his arm. New info. A full understanding of how the human mind works, how fear pheromones trigger obedience—it was all dumping from Bastian right into Hanan.

He was straight-up preying on him. "Let me go!" Bastian thrashed around, his eyes starting to bleed as that purple energy was forcefully sucked out of him by Hanan’s dominance. "We can team up, man! We could be gods in this world!"

"Gods don't share their throne with pests," Hanan answered, totally cold.

With one brutal grip, Hanan crushed the energy core inside Bastian’s chest. Not his actual heart, but his spiritual one.

Bastian froze instantly. The purple glow in his eyes faded out, then went totally dark. His body went limp and hit the floor with a heavy thud. He was still alive, his heart was still thumping, but his god-powers were wiped out—sucked dry and trashed by Hanan. He was back to being just some regular guy who was mentally wrecked from the spiritual trauma.

As Bastian went down, the dozen or so employees in the room snapped out of it. They blinked like they’d just woken up from a long-ass nap. They looked around panicking, wondering what the hell they were even doing in the CEO's office.

Hanan didn't give a damn about them. He looked at his hand, which was now glowing gold mixed with streaks of purple that were slowly getting absorbed into his soul.

Inside his chest, that frozen void was finally getting warmed up by something new. A brutal sense of satisfaction.

"Predator system..." Hanan muttered, smirking at his own reflection in the cracked window glass.