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no chap tommorow
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A place made of pure white—white everywhere.
In the middle stood a being with silver hair, taller than any human, over ten feet tall. His hands were White dripping blood. In front of him, giant corpses—beings as big as planets—lay dead as they turned ash and got erased .
flashback.
During the Solo Leveling Wars, Roger—known also as God—opened his eyes in his Absolute Being form. In this universal layer, things were different. Creation here was not made by one hand but by many. Around twenty different beings claimed themselves as creators. They called themselves the Itharim—outer gods.
But Roger was different. His Absolute Being avatar was not like theirs. His own universe was 5018, but this place was called Universe 8. He had merged with another dimension that was just about to begin.
As an Absolute Being, he had just created the Being of Light and the Being of Darkness. But the moment they were born, they clashed with each other. At first, Roger was confused, but soon he realized two reasons behind it.
First—because they were true opposites. Light and Darkness repel each other, just like two sides of a coin refusing to merge. Second—because they were not fighting by their own will. They were being controlled. The Itharim were pulling their strings like puppets.
Roger, the Absolute Being, understood. The so-called Monarchs and Rulers who called him "Creator" were still blind. They didn't understand that Light and Darkness can only achieve balance through cooperation.
But he also knew—the Itharim were behind everything.
So, God closed his eyes, and with one hum of power, he erased distance and appeared outside the omniversal layer itself.
It was white there, endless, and before him were twenty thrones. Each throne was occupied by an Itharim, their eyes closed, their presence heavy.
Each one was titanic, beyond human scale, glowing with different ethereal forms. Some looked humanoid, some looked like silhouettes, others like lattices of scales. Some looked half-human, half-machine, gears spinning like divine constructs. They resembled the angels from old legends: bodies with two wings, a single eye, and countless more eyes hidden in every feather.
Roger knew why they acted like this. They were old—too old. With their endless lives, they had grown bored. To escape their boredom, they began to play with worlds, forcing beings to fight for their amusement, merging creations just for chaos.
They were like children with toys… except their toys were entire omniverses.
Roger had once thought of sending judgment from Heaven itself from his throne room at Seventh Heaven . But no. This time he would come personally. He would remove them with his own hands.
Even though he had adjusted his power to their level, he was still the ALMIGHTY GOD. He could unleash his full power anytime, anywhere. Nothing could truly limit him.
Now, standing before the twenty thrones, he looked at them. These beings who treated creation like a game. Destroying, rebuilding, and laughing like Thanos watching worlds burn.
This time, their game was about to end.
The moment God entered, the temperature dropped—even in the void. It felt like the void itself, made of mana, bowed to Him. The twenty Itarims froze for a moment. The presence was suffocating, even for them. Stronger than them. Divine.
They looked at Him carefully. They all had the same thought—He should have been one of them. Another Itarim, the twenty-first, who was forming once long ago but vanished. Instead of joining them, He had created His own universe.
One Itarim spoke first, his voice echoing in broken, glib-like speech:
"You are like us. Why rebel? Rule with us. Without us, there no existence. We rulers. The existence of rulers. There is no one above us. Join us."
But the Absolute Being's eyes narrowed . His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of judgment.
"You already know why I am here. You pulled too many strings. You made my children fight against each other. For that… you must die."
Another Itarim laughed, its voice shaking the void.
"Why? You were just formed. We were here long before you. We grew bored. We were like you once. It will bore you too… someday. Do you really think you can defeat us all?"
The twenty thrones lit up at once. Their ancient knowledge, gathered through sub-trillions of years, told them one thing clearly—this Absolute Being was stronger than any one of them. So they weren't foolish enough to fight Him one by one.
Their light merged. The void shook as they combined into a single monstrous existence. Eyes twisted into cubic forms, a massive halo appeared behind them, glowing red like a second universe. Planets formed and collapsed around them, as even gravity bent within the void.
The new, merged Itarim stretched out its colossal hand. From its palm, cubes of compressed laws appeared, bending gravity even further, trying to trap the Absolute Being within.
But God didn't even move.
He simply raised His palm and whispered:
"Black Sun."
The sun made of black flames burned at the fingertips of the Absolute Being. When both attacks collided, the fire of the black sun started eating away at the cube itself. On contact, it erased the cube from existence, burning it into nothing.
Then, the fused being Itarims stepped forward with his fist. His fist shined with white energy, created by mana and ki fused together, moving at the speed of light. Seeing this, the Absolute Being also brought his fist forward.
BOOM!
Cracks spread across the white space as shockwaves exploded, shaking the throne and shattering it into shards.
The fused form— Itarims —began to morph. His body stretched and reshaped into a giant cathedral surrounded by countless orbiting hollows. Each hollow carried elemental power—fire, frost, gravity, storm, reality, even time itself. Together, they gathered strength once more.
From the rubble of the destroyed throne, Itarims thrust his arm forward. The chamber twisted, reality itself cracked apart, and mana surged wildly. All the elements fused together into their pure form, and Aetherium shaped them into a sword—a blade of frost and light, so cold it could freeze time with a single slash.
"Witness… the Sword of Elements!" he roared.
But the Absolute Being only smirked. With a flick of his hand, the black flames of the sun erased the elemental attacks like they were nothing. He vanished and reappeared instantly, now holding his own weapon—a sword made of pure light.
Both swung their blades.
CRASH!!!
The slashes collided, ripping through space itself. Itarims 's sword shattered under the force, and the Absolute Being's strike cut through his body, tearing away hundreds of limbs.
Itarims roared in fury.
"You dare bind the Creator itself?!"(They dont know about omniversal layer's)
But deep down, they still didn't understand the truth of the Omniversal Layer's. They weren't complete—without the Absolute Being, Itarims and the others couldn't form true consciousness. They were still incomplete.
The Absolute Being moved again. He kneed Itarims in the stomach, shattering his lower frame, then drove an elbow into his chest.
BOOOOM!
Another devastating shockwave ripped through the world.
While the Absolute Being punched him across the cheek, sending him flying, he raised his hand and formed a blade. With one slash, he cut through multiple arms that stretched across three of the planet's orbiting hollows at once.
But the Itarims weren't finished. Their blood, white as moonlight, poured from the wounds, dripping down like rivers across their moons. Their form suddenly contracted—then exploded outward.
A storm of galaxies burst into existence. Gravity twisted, galaxies spread across the void in every direction. Some weren't even organic anymore—they had become addicts to reality itself, bending time, twisting directions, breaking into paradoxes.
Seeing this chaos, the Absolute Being's aura flared. His divine aura, shining white, surged out. With a single stomp, the entire dimension shook and froze under his dominion. Inside that field, the Itarims ' laws didn't work. Their equations, their powers—all of it froze. Erased.
Itharim stood stunned.
Then Absloute Being slowly raised his arm, gathering mana so dense it wrapped around everything, pulling the void itself into collapse. Black arcs of lightning crawled across his hand, devouring even light.
With a cold voice he said,
"This is where it ends. No more forcing creation to fight creation. Your end is here."
Itharim roared in rage, thrusting his spear—the Compiler Fang—straight at the Absolute Being's mana heart. Both attacks launched at the same time. The spear screamed as it ripped through collapsing space, while the lightning of the Effluent Being clashed against it.
Then—silence.
No explosion.
No fire.
No sound.
Everything… was undone.
Itharim's body split into twenty fragments, their very code unraveling. The hollows flickered, dimmed, and slowly erased. His form half broken, his voice filled with rage and despair:
"Without us… the system will fail…"
But the AbsoluteBeing only narrowed his eyes. Then, with a calm tone, he muttered,
"Let it fail. I am still here."
In a flash faster than light, he appeared in front of Itharim. In his hand was Itharim's core. With one squeeze, the core shattered. Itharim's body disintegrated into nothingness.
The void fell silent.
As the void shattered, only the Absolute Being remained. Silence surrounded him, along with the dust of the great explosion—the Big Bang—that gave birth to countless universes. Shadows, dust, energy… everything spread outward endlessly.
The Absolute Being closed his eyes, connecting himself to all existence across the universal layers.
Inside his soul, his wife Elizabeth's gentle voice echoed.
"Honey, now that Itharims are gone… what should we do? Our New children are fighting each other. The monarchs and rulers are still our children, just like angels,Jinns,Fallenangels,Dragons,spirits in heaven …"
Her tone was filled with worry.
The Absolute Being—also called Roger, or God—smiled calmly and said .
"Don't worry. We will stop them. After all,."
He paused, his eyes glowing with divine light.
"I already removed Draig and Albion, but they drowned together in their endless fight. If I left them alone, they would have destroyed the civilization layer, which Corrupted e. So I drowned them… and took their souls, shaping them into Sacred Gears Unique Skills. The same happened with the other primordials—like Ymir and many from the Pantheons. Their powers… I turned them into skills."
Elizabeth's voice came again, softer but worried. "Honey… don't you think that will make them too powerful? Even one of these beings, if their power is mastered, could reach the level of a solar system…"
The Absolute Being laughed gently "No, my love. They won't be too strong. Just like Sacred Gears, these Sacred Gear Unique Skills have stages. At first, they'll be weak, just as a normal Sacred Gear. in OG DxD Then, with Balance Breaker, they'll reach the level of a country. After that comes Supreme Balance Breaker… and finally, the true form of the Ultimate Skill—when Sacred Gear and Unique Skill combine. That's when they will reach solar system level. Some might even become immortal…no true immortal living but five million years of life Span if they unlock the True Ultimate Skill. But in the end, they will still die. Nothing escapes the cycle."
Elizabeth hummed in agreement from within his soul "Alright, then… but first, let's discipline our children."
The Absolute Being's expression hardened, divine light burning in his eyes as he nodded. "Yes. It's time."