LRAB Chapter 317 - 316: ten vs two
Chapter 317 - 316: ten vs two
(There are many mysteries in existence, and this being was one of them.)Originally born as a single creature, his power was terrifying—but unsustainable. This angel was being eaten away by his own existence. At first, he intended to place himself into eternal slumber.
But fate twisted unexpectedly.
After a certain mission, he suddenly developed the ability to split himself into five beings—each capable of fusing back into the original. They were not clones, but five complete versions of himself, each possessing the same power, the same will, the same thoughts.
Over the years, they carved a name into existence.
Fighting one angel was dangerous.
Fighting five angels was nightmarish.
But fighting five angels with flawless synchronization, identical thoughts, perfect movements, and unified intent…
That was terror incarnate.
***
"I see…"
Void's mouth hung slightly agape before slowly stretching into a wide grin as he stared at the lone angel standing before him.
"Carnitl, right?" Void murmured casually.
The angel stiffened.
"How do you know my origin name, young demon?"
For the first time, the usually indifferent Carnitl showed a trace of shock.
"Well, I'm Void," he replied calmly. "And this will be the last thing you ever hear."
Void paused, his expression brimming with excitement.
"You see, in this world I've been pushed to my limits again and again. And I won't lie…"
His grin widened.
"Every single time, I feel a rush through my bloodstream. My cells awaken. I feel reborn. My thirst is quenched."
He spread his arms slightly.
"Being invincible is lonely. But meeting strong angels like you… it feels like breaking my own limits."
Void's eyes burned with obsession.
"Even in the same realm, I'm not the strongest. Even with a Primordial Demon Body—a body only Rank 4 beings are supposed to unlock—I'm still not number one."
He laughed softly.
"I possess three origins now—Death, Destruction, and Fire—yet I'm still not the best."
His voice dropped.
"So tell me… if I'm not the strongest… then who is?"
Carnitl stared at him before smiling—his eyes narrowing into something disturbingly serene.
"That question…" the angel said softly,
"…is the same question all beings full of ego like you eventually ask."
"If I am not the best… then who is?"
Void grinned.
"Yes. Exactly."
Carnitl laughed aloud.
"That question is what pushes you all to the top," he said.
"But it is also what kills most of you."
He continued calmly.
"As the old saying among angels goes—only the brave and the righteous may reach the summit. But how many live long enough to see the dawn?"
His gaze sharpened.
"We watch heroes rise and fall. We watch terrifying leaders be born. And through it all, one truth never changes—only a few survive… and fewer still become something eternal."
Void's eyes narrowed.
"Save the philosophy," Void said coldly.
"I knew what path I chose the moment I stepped onto it."
His voice grew feral.
"My race was born with vivid imagination, cursed genetics, and an evil reputation that rivals demons—or worse."
He laughed.
"I don't want to rule. I don't want thrones or worship."
His aura exploded outward.
"I want to be so terrifying that across every reality, every dimension—boundless or beyond—my name is respected as the strongest being to ever exist."
Void's laughter echoed madly.
"Who cares about beauty? Wealth? Control?"
He shook his head.
"No. I want strength. I want the end of the end."
His voice softened.
"I've tasted weakness once—as a human. Never again."
The angel's smile only widened.
"Very well."
Two words.
And thus—
The battle began.
****
PAOWM!
Space compressed violently as layers upon layers formed and disintegrated.
Carnitl's ten arms moved like divine pivots, not slowing him down but amplifying his speed as he clashed head-on with Void.
Thankfully, Nameless was long enough. Void braced its edge forward.
CLACK!
SHIIIZZTT!
Sparks erupted as ten divine weapons struck simultaneously each attack halted by a single terrifying blade.
But the real danger wasn't the weapons.
It was the force behind them.
"Ha!" Void grunted.
The pressure doubled instantly. His knee buckled.
Beneath him, the sixth layer of space shattered as Void's colossal foot descended upon a normal planet.
To its inhabitants, it felt like infinite divine punishment.
In truth—it was merely Void's leg.
And yet, extinction followed.
BOOM!
Void sidestepped, his tail snapping toward Carnitl's eyes—only to be blocked effortlessly by a single hand.
The other nine arms struck.
Void groaned.
Gashes appeared instantly.
Two arms against nine.
He could block two.
Three if lucky.
Four was impossible.
POW!
BOOM!
DOOM!
The clash accelerated as dimensions warped beneath their wills.
The sixth layer of space trembled.
Ruins were erased. Whispers echoed from beyond reality.
"Shit…" Void gasped as he noticed Carnitl missing an arm.
But in an instant—
A new arm regenerated.
Void's own wounds healed just as quickly.
Then he understood.
It wasn't that he was weaker.
They were equal in strength.
But Carnitl had ten arms.
For every blow Void dealt, Carnitl delivered four in return.
"It can't go on like this…" Void muttered, breathing heavily.
Across from him, Carnitl remained calm—as if he had expected this outcome.
Void clenched his teeth.
Even if he severed five arms, they regenerated instantly.
Unless—
Unless he gained more arms himself.
Or—
He would lose.
"Argh…" Void growled.
Then—
The system spoke.
(Has the host forgotten… there are five souls within?)
Void's eyes widened.
"Wait…"
"System… do you mean—?"
Realization struck.
********
Void current power level..
Void exists at the threshold where power ceases to be measurable and becomes conceptual. At Quasi Rank 4, his strength is no longer bound to physical force alone but is expressed through existence itself—every cell within his body functions as a self-sustaining engine of destruction, each one comparable to a universe in scale due to his colossal five-thousand Mythological Unit form. His physical attacks do not merely damage matter; they fracture layers of space, collapse higher dimensions, and impose his will directly upon reality. Possessing the Primordial Demon Body, a form meant only for true Rank 4 entities, Void can contend evenly with beings who embody completed laws and divine authorities. His speed transcends causality, allowing him to move and react beyond time-defined motion, while his durability enables him to withstand forces capable of erasing realms outright. With three dominant **Origins—Death, Destruction, and Fire—**Void does not simply wield these concepts; he enforces them, turning battlefields into inevitabilities where decay, annihilation, and ruin are absolute. His regeneration is instantaneous and adaptive, evolving under pressure, and his combat growth is explosive, breaking limits mid-conflict. Void's greatest danger, however, lies in his potential—his power is not static. Each battle refines him, each near-defeat pushes him closer to true Rank 4, making him a being whose ceiling is unknown and whose continued existence is itself a looming catastrophe.
(Will work on it)