Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 547 Wang Li: Let Me Level Up First

The embers of Zeus's defeat have not yet cooled.

Instead, with His defeat and death, a deeper and more unsettling change quietly enveloped the entire world.

The sky was not dark, but rather imbued with an essence that transcended the concept of "darkness".

It was a sense of emptiness, a feeling that the very existence of something was being questioned and denied, as if the universe had closed its eyes.

In the sky, those phantom stars from other Lostbelts or parallel worlds that barely maintained themselves by the laws of Lostbelts were wiped away as if by an invisible eraser, one after another, silently and completely extinguished, leaving no trace.

Even more unsettling is that the Lostbelt itself, which was already collapsing at an accelerated pace due to the fall of the God-King and the withering of the Imaginary Tree, seems to have had its disintegration process paused.

The collapse of all things has stopped, not because of repair, but because it has fallen into a deeper, absolute stillness, where even the process of "destruction" is frozen.

"This...this is..."

In the communicator, Dr. Roman's voice was distorted with extreme horror, even more out of control than when he faced the all-powerful Zeus.

"Detected... Unresolved! Undefinable! Source of reaction... Not inside the world, nor outside... It's 'before'! It's... It's the concept of 'Primordial' itself manifesting!"

As if to confirm his words, in the center of that void of "darkness," a "shadow" that could not be accurately described in any language began to slowly emerge.

Its "size" transcends the limits of vision and perception; it is merely the posture in which it "manifests".

Its silhouette was many times larger than the ruins of Olympus below, which had been completely leveled, or even the entire broken Lostbelt, or even the whole starry sky!
It is not like a physical entity, but more like a manifestation of that absolute "chaos" before the birth of all order, laws, and concepts.

Its "surface" flows with primordial vortices that are neither energy nor matter, radiating a pressure that renders existing cosmic laws ineffective, returns all things to the absolute nothingness before their birth, and freezes the soul.

“Chaos… Chaos…”

A voice, extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, struggled to rise from the depths of the ruins where Zeus had fallen.

That was the last remaining fragment of the God-King's consciousness. He looked up at the indescribable, enormous shadow, his remaining mechanical eyes revealing an incredibly complex expression.

There is an extreme reverence for the Creator, a fatalistic fear of facing the ultimate destiny, and a kind of... distorted, yet liberating relief.

"The Primordial God... the beginning and end of the universe... beyond good and evil and order... the sea of ​​nothingness... the ark that carries us across the stars... He... was ultimately awakened by my defeat... this ultimate 'end' aura..."

Ritsuka, Mash, and all the surviving Heroic Spirits were completely shocked by this unexpected turn of events, which far surpassed the previous God King War.

Having just survived the lightning that tore apart the stars, they were suddenly faced with a terrifying being that seemed to be the embodiment of the universe itself. This enormous contrast almost brought their thoughts to a standstill.

"S-senpai!"

Mashu, almost driven by her instinct to protect, once again struggled to lift the massive, cracked, and dimly lit cross-shaped shield.

However, her arms were trembling violently, and a shudder from the depths of her soul made it almost impossible for her to grip the shield.

Faced with an existence of this scale and level, even the very idea of ​​"defense" seems so absurd and powerless, like a speck of dust trying to stop the rotation of a galaxy. Leonardo da Vinci's voice, almost distorted with urgency, came through the communicator, against the backdrop of the piercing alarm of the Sheba system overload and burning out:
"Ritsuka! Spirit transfer! Immediately! Right now! This existence... it is a living rule in itself! Its form of existence has overturned all the physical laws we know! If we don't leave now, even our concept of existence will be assimilated and erased by it!"

However, the spiritual particle transfer channel, which was already extremely unstable due to the shaking of the world's foundation, flickered wildly under the absolute pressure of the primordial chaos.

The passage itself was twisted and torn, as if it would collapse completely at any moment, banishing them forever to this desolate place that was being swallowed by "nothingness".

Just as this despair, like ice that had stood for billions of years, was about to completely freeze everyone's consciousness and hope, that moment arrived.

"Tsk, it's really like trying to fix one problem only to create another."

A voice, filled with eager anticipation yet also conveying a sense of composure that "I just want to put you to the test," resounded clearly in Ritsuka and Mashu's minds, echoing in this stagnant space-time.

"We just got rid of a paranoid gardener, and now an old, out-of-power spaceship has appeared. I have to say, how come there are so many monsters, demons, and monstrous beings in the Type-Moon multiverse?"

"However, if I were to fight you, I'm still a bit too weak right now."

"So, please allow me to level up first!"

Wang Li's figure seemed to be outlined by an invisible paintbrush, quickly solidifying from an illusory silhouette.

Silently standing in the sky, directly in front of the enormous chaotic projection.

His posture has undergone a fundamental change compared to when he fought Zeus.

The radiance of the microcosm burning around him was no longer merely dazzling; instead, it converged inward to the extreme, transforming into a kind of "primordial light" that was almost transparent yet seemed to contain all the possibilities and colors before the creation of heaven and earth.

This light is not dazzling, but it seems to be the source of all light and color, the foundation of all "existence".

With the full force of Wang Li's microcosm, which transcends the seventh sense and touches the eighth sense, Alaya consciousness, it was fully infused and replenished.

The essence of the Heroic Spirit archetype he has entrusted to in this Type-Moon multiverse is undergoing a dramatic and unimaginable transformation.

Originally, it was merely a temporary container that the two major restraining forces of this world had barely created to cope with crises such as the burning of human reason, and was used to bear part of his power.

At this moment, the size and depth of this spiritual foundation began to expand and grow uncontrollably!
"Om-!"

An invisible tremor spread outwards from Wang Li, not an energy shock, but rather an information overload at different levels.

In just a moment, the size and complexity of his spiritual foundation increased by more than ten times!
Countless rules and concepts, and extraordinary imprints, that did not originally belong to this Type-Moon multiverse, were forcibly injected and integrated into Wang Li's fragile heroic spirit template framework at this moment.

In an instant, Wang Li's aura surged dramatically! It increased dramatically! It surged wildly!

If before, when Fang Fang descended upon this Lostbelt, he was like a blazing sun illuminating the earth.

At this moment, he is more like the universe itself, a boundless expanse that gives birth to countless stars!
That vast, ancient, all-encompassing aura caused the broken Lostbelt below and the long-frozen void to tremble!

(End of this chapter)