Chapter 362

In a strange and unfamiliar space, Theo slowly regained his senses. His entire body felt impossibly heavy, as though he had sunk into an inescapable quagmire.

He couldn’t move his lips or even flutter his eyelids. All he could do was sink endlessly into the abyss.

The only saving grace was the absence of pain and the fact that his thoughts were still intact.

What truly grated on his nerves, however, was the tiny window through which he could see the Nameless Sovereign—now in possession of his body—unfolding his plan.

Through this window, Theo witnessed the Nameless Sovereign casually spreading death with every step.

With no visible effort, ordinary humans devoid of magic were reduced to ash and scattered like dust in the wind.

The sight made Theo curse his own helplessness, trapped as he was in this powerless state.

More than anything, a relentless wave of rage surged within him, born of sheer frustration and impotence.

But rage could only carry him so far. He forced himself to think rationally.

He had to find a way to reclaim control of his body.

‘But what does it mean that I’m the final fragment?’

As he pondered deeply, a memory surfaced.

Just before losing consciousness, he’d seen something—a point of light that had entered his body through his eyes.

He wasn’t entirely certain, but it was the only clue he had.

Still, that suspicion alone brought him no closer to wresting back control.

Thus, he refocused on the scene unfolding before him, hoping to find answers in the Nameless Sovereign’s actions.

The small window showed the Nameless Sovereign entering the imperial palace.

Within the palace, a place emitting an eerie blue light came into view.

‘That’s the Sanctum of Mysteries!’

It was a location that could only be accessed by unraveling a highly intricate magical formula.

Yet for the Nameless Sovereign, the so-called “mystical barriers” posed no obstacle.

The moment he extended his hand, the space warped, and a portal opened naturally.

No—"naturally" wasn’t the right word. The portal was unstable, as though it had been forced open through sheer power.

As he stepped into the portal—

[Error! Error! Error! Error!]

[Unauthorized entity attempting entry.]

[Activating Firewall Program: Final Stage.]

[SYSTEM ERROR.]

[Attempting portal shutdown: 3, 2, 1… failure.]

[Administrator intervention in progress… failure.]

[The Sanctum is now open.]

The scene left Theo utterly dumbfounded.

‘That easily…?’

When Ashin had attempted to breach the Sanctum, the firewall had been set at a mere five stages.

Even at that lower setting, the firewall had shredded Ashin’s skin and pulverized his muscles.

Yet the Nameless Sovereign had bypassed the final stage of the firewall effortlessly, tearing it apart like tissue paper.

Even the god-like entity responsible for managing the system—the Deity of Causality—had been unable to prevent his entry.

The Nameless Sovereign scoffed dismissively at the system’s feeble resistance and stepped into the portal.

Flash!

As the portal revealed its contents, Theo’s blurred memories began to sharpen.

His last clear recollection was cutting down the colossi that had stood in his path.

Now, as his memories continued to flow, a grotesque landscape unfolded before his eyes—an eerie scene frozen in time under an ominously black sky.

In this world, where everything was suspended, the only being allowed to move freely was the Nameless Sovereign.

『At last, the moment to correct this flawed world has come.』

Raising his right hand toward the heavens, the Nameless Sovereign conjured a black sphere.

The sphere shot upward with a force that seemed capable of shattering the sky itself.

The pitch-black heavens were sucked into the sphere, leaving behind a clear, original hue.

[An unknown entity has initiated a system override.]

Theo struggled to comprehend the system’s cryptic message.

But one thing was clear: something that should never happen was now unfolding.

‘What does he mean by "correcting this world"? This is just the Sanctum. Altering it won’t change reality… or will it?’

The notion was both baffling and terrifying.

If events within the Sanctum could somehow influence the real world, it was a revelation with catastrophic implications.

As Theo wrestled with these thoughts, the Sanctum’s world began to revert rapidly to its original state.

The Nameless Sovereign appeared atop a cliff, and time, frozen within the Sanctum, resumed.

The colossi that had once been locked in combat roared ferociously, their deafening cries shaking the air.

Their gazes, however, all shifted toward the cliff.

As if recognizing a common enemy, their expressions twisted into monstrous fury.

All the colossi, from opposing factions, charged at him simultaneously.

It was a scene of unparalleled destruction, the kind that would crush any observer’s spirit.

Yet the Nameless Sovereign stood motionless, exuding an air of utter calm.

He made no preparations, no defensive gestures.

BOOM!

Suddenly, two colossi at the forefront crumpled to the ground.

With a casual wave of his hand, the Nameless Sovereign severed their torsos, sending blood and flesh flying in every direction.

‘The gap in power is that vast?’

Theo shuddered.

He recalled the countless deaths he had endured in this very Sanctum to finally overcome the colossi.

And yet, the Nameless Sovereign annihilated them as easily as one might swat a fly.

The colossi fell one after another, and the apocalyptic chaos that had consumed the Sanctum vanished in an instant.

Even the roaring thunder that had threatened to tear the heavens and the tidal waves poised to drown the earth faded into tranquility.

All that remained was a grotesque landscape littered with the mangled remains of the colossi.

Now, only two of the most powerful colossi—those far above their peers—remained standing.

『Still as petty as ever. Your refusal to join the fight while your subordinates perished… Is that pride? Or cowardice?』

—ROAR!

The Nameless Sovereign’s taunt provoked the remaining colossi into a frenzy.

Their deafening roars caused the cliff to crumble and dust to rise.

The gems embedded in their chests began to emit brilliant light, condensing into spheres of pure power.

Even Theo couldn’t look away from the awe-inspiring yet horrifying spectacle—the sheer concentration of energy warping the very fabric of space.

As the orbs of energy compressed, they began to glow with an intense white light, losing their original hues entirely.

The power they had gathered was beyond comprehension, enough to obliterate anything in its path.

Yet the Nameless Sovereign remained unmoved.

His calm demeanor seemed to mock their desperate efforts.

『How futile.』

With those dismissive words, he swung his right arm.

In an instant, the spheres of energy were split cleanly in two.

Not only that—the direction of the severed energy reversed, slicing off the colossi’s arms.

‘This isn’t just a difference in power… it defies logic itself.’

Theo trembled as he watched.

He now understood why the Sacred Demon Cult worshipped and followed the Nameless Sovereign so devoutly.

Even in the face of such overwhelming power, the Nameless Sovereign hadn’t displayed the slightest hint of effort.

It was terrifyingly evident why he was revered as a god.

As Theo’s window of observation narrowed, he felt an unnerving sensation—as though the Nameless Sovereign was now gazing directly at him.

『Such trivialities.』

The Nameless Sovereign raised the First Apostle’s heart once more, his left hand glowing ominously.

From the fallen colossi, brilliant gems were ripped out of their chests and began swirling around the heart, their radiant hues merging into a grotesque vortex.

The gems shattered into fine fragments before being absorbed into the heart, each piece filling it with unimaginable power.

As the heart transformed, its surface glowed like obsidian, exuding a divine aura.

Theo could feel the raw, overwhelming energy emanating from it.

‘What is he trying to do?’

[Warning! The Sanctum is collapsing!]

The system’s alarms blared, but the Nameless Sovereign only sneered.

With one final strike, the sky itself shattered, revealing an unfathomable world beyond—a realm of chaos and serenity coexisting in surreal harmony.

『This so-called divinity, these systems—they are nothing but illusions. Tools to constrain.』

Among the chaotic scenery, Theo’s gaze fixed on a familiar structure.

[Error! The Altar of Origins has been exposed.]