Void Evolution System

Chapter 1821  Confrontation [1]

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'Eximus.'

According to the brown-haired man's story, that person named Eximus was the most terrifying existence from ten million years ago.

He was a follower of Chaos, someone who inherited the power of an Ancient Spiritual God and used it to wreak havoc on the world. During that time, the three temples almost went up in flames due to his actions.

'To think there's a Spiritual God on this island.' Spiritual Gods were similar to spirits in that they were physical manifestations of nature. Only, Spiritual Gods could only be created through blind faith. They were incredibly rare entities. No more than three had been created in the entirety of the True Void Universe's history. Even Damien only knew about them because he read the Heavenly World's existence.

In this plane, Chaos was something both worshiped and feared. It was trapped at the center of the earth with no hope of escaping, which was good for Damien.

'Facing an actual Spiritual God would be insane. Interesting, sure, but insane nonetheless.'

Luckily, the one who escaped was not Chaos, but its Apostle.

Eximus' containment unit was hidden from all eyes. Its location was likely only known by the Prison Master at this point, but Damien couldn't ask him for obvious reasons.

'Then, four days is perfect. Perfectly shitty, that is.'

In four days, he had to find the containment unit, find Eximus' traces, find Eximus, and then fight him?

Before the Dragon Lord died to his clone, he had to kill the apostle of a Spiritual God?

'Beautiful. Really.'

Damien was oh so happy about his circumstances, but he really couldn't complain since he was the one who got himself into this mess.

Immediately after leaving the Eternal Sanctum, he began his search.

There was no more investigation.

Now, the primary concern on all sides was confrontation.

***

While Damien was struggling, Damien was also struggling.

'I would really be struggling if it still took a toll on my mind to live through two bodies at once.'

Experiencing parallel timelines at once was enough to shatter anyone's mind, but Damien wasn't just used to it now. He could do it without any side effects.

As his main body focused on the conflict in the shadows, the clone handled things out in the open.

The tournament started in full swing. The first two days were meant to weed out anyone who wasn't necessary. The third day was for the quarter-finals, while the semi-finals and finals would be held on the fourth day.

There were four matches taking place in the stadium at the same time. They were king-of-the-hill style knockout matches where one was required to obtain a certain number of wins to pass. If one obtained that number and continued winning, then they'd be excused from the rest of the round after twenty victories.

There were too many participants, after all. These first two days were used for culling the masses and drawing out only the strongest of them.

Of course, Damien was dominating his podium with ease.

The "Temple Masters" prepared a special procedure to take the Chaos Faction members into custody. As long as they were eliminated from the competition inside of the arena, they'd be teleported directly to the Eternal Sanctum and imprisoned until it was decided how many of them would stay and how many would be repurposed.

It was swift and easy. From the outside perspective, it was indeed a genius method to quell the disturbances in the world.

'But, those guys are going to meet the Prison Master, and he's going to be forced to let them go.'

Everything was just a show prepared to precede the main event. In these first few rounds of the tournament, Damien could do nothing but comply.

"On the fourth platform, we have another perfect finisher! Damien Void has won twenty times in a row!"

An announcer's voice accompanied the death of the twentieth. Damien didn't think much of it as he was escorted into a connected tunnel amidst the cheers of the crowd.

'At the moment, my job is the boring one.'

The main body was taking care of the more exciting things, though even he was just running around.

'Seriously, I forgot how annoying it was to get information without Existence.'

Well, even before that he could devour people. It had been a very long time since Damien was forced to put in legwork for information's sake.

Still, everything seemed to be lining up properly. The deadline was approaching incredibly fast, but Damien was moving at the same pace. Logically, everything would work out.

'More importantly, the other temples are acting strange.'

The man Quill and the woman Yanui whom he'd met a week prior were acting very differently than they did during that meeting. Rather than the confident and competitive attitudes they held at that time, they were showing a hesitation that didn't make sense.

'I guess there's a lot of stuff going on behind the scenes that doesn't relate to the overarching plot that I've been following.'

It made sense, but it wasn't his problem. He merely needed to do what he did best so they didn't find themselves in even more trouble.

'But before that…'

The person leading him disappeared a while back. He'd been walking through the tunnel while indulging in his thoughts, but it was getting a bit annoying at this point.

"If you guys are going to hide yourselves, can't you at least do it properly? The quality of assassins in this realm isn't that high, huh."

His gaze suddenly shot to the ceiling. His eyes glowed slightly, and a group of twelve was immediately revealed.

He could see the panicked expressions on their faces as they tried to figure out how they were spotted, but that was also not a matter of his concern.

He grinned as he was able to find something fun to do even in this body.

"Come at me, you bastards. I was just thinking that I needed to devour someone soon."

Nonexistence was an especially difficult concept to use offensively. Its effectiveness dropped significantly when focused on more than one person. In a fight where multiple opponents concentrated on a single target, it was usually always fated to be the target's loss.

They may have lost their cover, but the assassins didn't lose their heads because of it.

At the end of the day, there were twelve of them and only one of him. The person they'd been ordered to kill would still end up dead no matter what he did.

That was a very dangerous train of thought for a group that stood against Damien Void.

After all, he had the same thoughts as they did.

Now that his targets were clear, they'd die no matter what they tried.

And through their oh-so-noble sacrifice, he was going to learn even more about the plots and schemes surrounding him.

Really, they should have been honored to die by his hands!

A domain formed around his body and enveloped the entire area. A spiderweb appeared in a single second before solidifying into impenetrable cages that separated each enemy from the rest.

And as Damien pushed his hand down…

The rest didn't need to be mentioned.

For these small fries who did not even have names, the result was never fated to be anything else.