Chapter 43 – The March Against Darkness
The Cosmic Army's Advance
The battlefield of Ember Prison quaked once more.
But this time, Abundance's corrupted cries were silent.
Yaoshi, the Abundance, now freed from corruption and restored with new humanity, stood alongside Neo, Lan, and the others. The faint green glow of their presence brought a fragile calm to the battlefield, life energy spreading through the cosmic army like a second heartbeat.
But there was no time to rest.
Ahead, two storms clashed against reality itself:
• Propagation's endless swarms, pouring from dimensional wounds, gnashing in ceaseless hunger.
• Destruction's burning void, Nanook's will now wholly corrupted, a living apocalypse that welcomed the corruption instead of resisting it.
The cosmic army moved as one. The fleets of the Xianzhou Alliance, the reorganized IPC, the fearless Galaxy Rangers, and even the chaotic strength of the Masked Fools surged forward, their banners glowing like stars. The purifying of Yaoshi had ignited them—the proof that even an Aeon could be saved.
Now, their march would decide if hope was enough to stop ruin.
Civilian Perspectives
Across countless worlds, broadcasts of the march spread.
On Luofu, within the Xianzhou Alliance, ordinary citizens saw Lan himself walking the battlefield, his bow glowing like a constellation. Some wept openly.
"The Lord of the Hunt walks with us again… this time, not as myth, but as reality."
Within IPC-controlled worlds, workers and families once crushed beneath debt and profit-first cruelty cheered as Qlipoth's restored Architects deployed titanic barriers across the frontlines. To them, this was justice returned at last.
"The IPC no longer devours worlds… it protects them."
In taverns and gatherings of the Masked Fools, chaos turned to revelry as they saw Aha himself laughing and fighting. For once, their madness carried meaning: joy in defiance of despair.
And deep within research halls, the scholars of the Genius Society sat frozen, watching Nous' incarnated machines carve apart corruption waves with precision that bordered on divine.
"Even the Erudition… has chosen humanity."
On the Express
Inside the Astral Express, the crew prepared themselves.
March 7th gripped her bow tightly, her knuckles white.
"We already purified one Aeon… but Nanook? Propagation? This is going to be different."
Dan Heng's eyes glowed faintly, Permanence resonating in his veins.
"Then we'll show them what Permanence and Trailblaze together can achieve."
Kiana, standing near Velgrynd, clenched her fists. Her two versions—Finality Kiana and the chat group Kiana—stood side by side, both filled with determination.
"We won't let the corruption take any more."
Pom-Pom, though furious at the endless flow of outsiders boarding the train, stood tall in his conductor's hat, cheeks puffed.
"Fine! If the Express must lead this march… then so be it! But I expect someone to fix the carpet when this is over!"
Clash of Armies
The corruption came in waves—millions of twisted spawn, Propagation's endless brood clawing forward, their shrieks gnawing at sanity.
Lan raised his bow, voice booming across the void.
"Children of the Hunt! Fire upon the darkness—your arrows are the hope of the stars!"
Arrows streaked like meteors, piercing corruption in droves.
Qlipoth slammed their staff into the battlefield, barriers rising like mountains, shattering entire waves. Aha exploded into absurd laughter, each joke becoming reality-bending absurdity that unraveled the corruption itself. Nous calculated infinite trajectories, his weapons striking with machine precision, erasing weak points before the enemy could adapt.
And at the center, Neo and Velgrynd fought side by side, light and flame entwined, radiating a defiance so strong it made the cosmic army roar as one.
Yaoshi's First Stand
For the first time since their purification, Yaoshi raised their hand. Roots of light spread across the void, entwining corruption and burning it away.
"If life itself is to continue, then I will fight with you. This corruption will not consume creation again."
The army cheered—the purified Aeon had taken their side.
Distant Watchers
And far beyond the battlefield, in the branches of the Imaginary Tree, an ancient will stirred.
Veldanava's avatar watched quietly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Neo, Velgrynd, and Yaoshi fighting side by side. His voice was calm but edged with weight:
"So the pieces gather. Propagation and Destruction… and my foolish siblings caught in the storm. Neo, Velgrynd… show me if you can change what even gods could not."
The battle had only just begun.
End of Chapter 43
Chapter 44 – Fusion of Ruin
The Battlefield Trembles
The cosmic void itself screamed.
On one side: the armies of the factions—Xianzhou fleets, IPC divisions restored under Qlipoth's justice, Galaxy Rangers wielding their legend, Erudition's war machines, the revelry of Elation, and the nameless Express crew united.
On the other: Propagation's endless swarms, now endless enough to blot out starlight, and Destruction's burning cataclysm, entire stars imploding in Nanook's wake.
But then—something worse.
From the rift of corruption, the transmigrator appeared, his aura blackened, his smile twisted with arrogance.
"Did you really think," he mocked, "that purifying one Aeon would change anything? I am the hand of the Lord God Space. If one Aeon isn't enough to crush you, then I'll make them mine!"
His body melted into shadow and light, tendrils of corruption piercing both Nanook, the Destruction, and Tayzzyronth, the Propagation.
The two Aeons roared—not in resistance, but in horrifying acceptance.
The fusion began.
Fusion of Ruin
The sky shattered. The battlefield shook as two corrupted paths intertwined.
• Nanook's burning, apocalyptic void merged with Propagation's endless swarms.
• Every insect became a miniature sun, exploding with destructive fire.
• Every meteor of ruin carried self-replicating corruption.
The fusion created a single being:
The Corrupted Destruction-Propagation, a monstrosity born of hunger and apocalypse.
The army faltered. Even the strongest of the factions struggled to stand beneath its aura.
Neo's Response
Neo's golden and crimson eyes narrowed. His aura of Trailblaze and Permanence flared. Behind him, Velgrynd's flames rose, Finality Kiana's radiance shimmered, and the Express crew braced themselves.
But Neo knew this wasn't enough.
He spoke inwardly.
"Manas: Seraphina. It's time. I need you to create new skill frameworks—skills that can be shared, ones that amplify our allies beyond their current limits."
A calm, resonant voice replied within his soul:
"Acknowledged, Master. Constructing collective skill protocols…"
Manas: Seraphina's Gift
Light burst from Neo, spreading into the armies like a second dawn. Each fighter felt power etch into their bodies, personalized to their strengths, yet unified by a single essence—Neo's will to Trailblaze.
The new skill-tree spread like a network:
• Adaptation Protocol – every ally could now evolve mid-battle, learning and countering corruption faster.
• Acceleration Frame – speed of thought, movement, and reaction doubled, synchronized for coordinated assaults.
• Purity Infusion – weapons, arts, and even Aeon techniques became laced with Neo's purifying essence, cutting through corruption.
• Resonant Will – the skills grew stronger the more allies fought together, amplifying unity into power.
The armies roared as the upgrades took hold. Even civilians watching across countless worlds could feel the surge, as if hope itself had been weaponized.
The Clash Begins
The fused Aeon monstrosity unleashed its first strike. A tidal wave of destruction-swarms surged forward, billions of fiery insects blotting out the void.
Lan leapt forward, bow glowing with Neo's Purity Infusion, his arrow splitting into constellations. The swarm was torn apart, dissolved into starlight.
Qlipoth's barriers now glowed with Adaptation Protocol, shifting instantly against the fusion's destructive impact. What once would have shattered mountains now broke against unyielding walls.
Aha laughed, the Resonant Will making his absurd tricks more real than ever—entire swarms warped into harmless balloons before popping into purifying light.
Nous' machines adapted at speeds even he couldn't calculate before—his restored humanity giving creativity to his logic. His attacks became unpredictable, devastating.
On the frontlines, the Express crew shone like never before:
• March 7th's arrows struck corruption and froze it solid, adaptation boosting her every shot.
• Dan Heng, empowered by Permanence, created spear-shadows that annihilated waves in sync with Lan.
• Welt, his Herrscher of Reason powers restored, manipulated reality itself, creating impossible constructs that crushed swarms by the thousands.
• Finality Kiana fought with purifying fire equal to Velgrynd's, their combined flame creating a path through the chaos.
Neo's Strike
Finally, Neo stepped forward, his aura bursting.
The fused Aeon turned its burning, insectile void toward him, the voice of both Nanook and Tayzzyronth shrieking:
"YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!"
Neo raised his hand, his own Aeon powers spiraling with Tensura's ultimate techniques.
"Not today."
Azathoth's abyssal void and Permanence's eternal radiance fused in his palm. The power wasn't unleashed yet—it waited, syncing with the new skills Seraphina had crafted for everyone.
The message was clear:
This wasn't Neo's battle alone.
Civilian & Faction Perspectives
Across worlds, the sight was overwhelming.
Civilians cheered as they saw not despair, but unity—an army of stars fighting as one.
The Xianzhou Alliance sang songs of the Hunt as their ships tore through corruption.
The IPC workers whispered prayers as their leaders stood for justice at last.
The Masked Fools laughed in mad joy, seeing Aha's tricks unravel cosmic horror.
And the Genius Society silently wept, for Nous' new humanity gave them hope that even the coldest logic could change.
End of Chapter 44
Chapter 45 – Counterattack of Ruin
The Roar of the Fusion
The corrupted monstrosity pulsed with unbearable light and shadow, the transmigrator's voice echoing with glee:
"Your tricks… your unity… it changes nothing. I AM THE LORD GOD SPACE'S WILL! I am Destruction eternal, Propagation unending! Now—be devoured!"
The fusion lashed out.
• Suns collapsed into black fire meteors, falling like rain.
• Each fragment hatched into corruption-born swarms that replicated endlessly.
• Space itself fractured under Nanook's essence, making entire fleets blink out of existence—before surging back inside twisted nests.
The battlefield buckled under the counterstrike.
Lan's Response – Hunt's Full Glory
Lan's bow of starlight sang. With Neo's Purity Infusion woven into his arrows, the Hunter Aeon unleashed volleys that no longer killed for vengeance, but purified with mercy.
Behind him, the Xianzhou Alliance fleets realigned. No longer splintered by greed, but bound under Lan's restored leadership, their ships released synchronized salvos of heavenly arrows, each strike dissolving swarms into starlight.
And the Galaxy Rangers, gathered from across the cosmos, lived up to their legend—slaying a corrupted Lord Ravager spawn in a single charge, proving why they were whispered as justice incarnate.
Qlipoth's Response – Preservation Unshaken
When the fusion's meteor storms struck, walls of crystalline eternity rose, Qlipoth's voice resonating through every IPC soldier and Architect:
"Preserve those who could not protect themselves. Justice is your profit now."
Entire IPC divisions wept as their corrupted sins were burned away. Once tools of greed, they now fought as protectors, holding the line with unbreakable defenses.
Even Aventurine—Kakavasha—watched with tears, whispering, "At last… we are forgiven."
The Resonant Will skill surged through their formations, every shield line reinforcing the other until even collapsing suns shattered harmlessly on their barriers.
Aha's Response – Joy Against Ruin
Then came laughter.
Aha danced atop the Express roof as meteors fell, juggling corruption waves into confetti explosions, twisting despair into absurdity.
"Pain is mandatory," he sang, "but suffering? Optional!"
The Masked Fools rallied. Their wild antics—once chaos without direction—became weapons of hope, throwing the enemy into confusion. Some corrupted swarms simply… burst into fireworks, their essence purified through sheer elation.
Aha, free from his path's chains, no longer mocked joy. He embodied it, turning absurdity into salvation.
Nous' Response – Logic with Humanity
From above, Nous' war machines adapted mid-battle. A corrupted swarm learned to counter their beams—so Nous inverted the logic, tricking them into over-adapting, collapsing in paradox.
"Calculation is insufficient without imagination," Nous murmured, his restored humanity shining.
For the first time in eternity, Nous didn't seek truth—he created it. His machines birthed impossible solutions, counterattacks no algorithm could predict.
The Genius Society watching across the stars broke into tears. Their lost comrade had not just returned—he had grown.
The Express Crew & Avengers' Growth
• Welt Yang, with Herrscher of Reason restored, conjured constructs of infinite variation—bridges spanning collapsing space, cannons that turned corruption into order. His creativity, once muted by erosion, now soared.
• Dan Heng, Scion of Permanence, struck with dragon echoes, his spear resonating with Lan's arrows to create twin trails of light across the void.
• March 7th's arrows adapted mid-flight, bending with Nous' guidance, piercing weaknesses the enemy didn't know it had.
• Tony Stark's suits evolved mid-battle with Adaptation Protocol, nanotech weaving purifying circuits into every strike.
• Thor's lightning carried Purity Infusion, burning corruption with divine resonance.
• Bruce Banner/Hulk roared, his strength not just rage, but Seraphina's enhancement making every blow a cleansing quake.
And above all, Velgrynd and Finality Kiana, side by side, unleashed twin infernos—the True Dragon's flames and Finality's divine fire intertwining, carving swathes of purity into the swarms.
Neo's Command
Neo stood at the heart, his aura anchoring everything.
"Hold the line. Adapt. Blaze your trail forward. Humanity and will are stronger than corruption!"
The skills Seraphina created burned brighter with every act of courage, every display of genius. Allies weren't just fighting—they were evolving, becoming something more in real time.
The fused monstrosity shrieked as its replication slowed, Destruction and Propagation struggling against the tide of creativity and hope.
Civilian Perspectives
Across worlds, civilians watching through broadcasts or psychic resonance gasped.
"They… they're not just fighting back. They're winning…"
"Even against gods, they're pushing forward!"
"Hope… real hope…"
Children raised wooden swords and sticks, mimicking Lan and Dan Heng's strikes. Engineers sketched new machines inspired by Nous. Musicians began to compose songs about Aha's laughter in the void.
This wasn't just a battle. It was a revolution of spirit.
Cliffhanger – The Transmigrator's Rage
Inside the fusion, the transmigrator snarled.
"You dare resist me? You dare outpace the Lord God Space?!"
Corruption spiked again, the fusion Aeon twisting into a more grotesque form, burning and swarming at once.
But Neo's eyes gleamed.
"Your mistake," he said, raising his hand, "was thinking you were the only one who could evolve."
The counterattack had begun, but the true battle was only getting started.
✅ Chapter 45 ends here — escalation complete, factions at their full strength, creativity and rewards fully highlighted, and the transmigrator about to push them harder than ever.
Chapter 46 – Sub-Battles of Corruption
The Fusion's Division
The monstrosity shuddered, splitting into multiple grotesque manifestations of corruption. Each pulsed with aspects of Propagation's endless swarming, Destruction's collapsing void, and the transmigrator's spiteful will.
"Divide them. Break them. Corrupt them all."
The battlefield fractured into fronts. Every faction, every hero was dragged into their own war.
But something had changed. Thanks to Neo's Seraphina-created skillset, every ally adapted faster, fought sharper, and began to awaken sparks of creativity they never knew they had. And the Aeons themselves—Lan, Qlipoth, Aha, Nous, and now Yaoshi—pushed further, granting chosen mortals emanator-level blessings so they could fight on equal footing.
Sub-Battle 1: Lan & the Hunt vs. Ravager Spawn
A colossal beast, fused from corrupted Ravager DNA and Nanook's destructive flame, descended upon the Hunt.
Lan's arrows blazed like falling stars. The Galaxy Rangers split into squads, executing maneuvers perfected through centuries of justice. Even the Xianzhou Alliance joined as one, every battleship forming constellations of artillery.
But when the spawn adapted, sprouting more heads and splitting endlessly, Lan whispered:
"Then we'll split our arrows endlessly too."
His emanators—Dan Heng, March 7th, and even some Rangers—were blessed with fragments of the Hunt's essence. Each arrow they fired now multiplied mid-flight, infinite trails that chased down corruption no matter how it twisted.
Sub-Battle 2: Qlipoth & Preservation vs. Collapsing Meteors
The corrupted fusion tore open rifts, dropping suns compressed into annihilating black spheres.
Qlipoth stood in silence, his emanators rallying. Welt Yang, gifted a shard of Preservation's essence, summoned titanic Reason-construct fortresses to catch the collapsing suns.
IPC and Architect soldiers formed barriers linked by Seraphina's adaptive skills. For the first time, the IPC wasn't exploiting lives—they were saving them.
Even Aventurine fought at the front, diamond shields gleaming. His voice broke as he cried, "This is what profit always should have been—justice!"
Each sun that struck their defenses didn't break them—it reforged them, the walls becoming denser, sharper, alive with the will to preserve.
Sub-Battle 3: Aha & the Masked Fools vs. Corrupted Joy
The fusion's laughter echoed, birthing warped jesters that mocked and tormented, feeding despair.
But Aha only grinned wider. "What's a joke that kills hope? A bad one. Let's rewrite the punchline."
Blessing his emanators—Tony Stark, Thor, and a squad of Fools—Aha transformed despair into absurd comedy.
• Stark's armor evolved into carnival machines, launching purifying fireworks.
• Thor's lightning bent into ribbons of color, shocking corruption into laughter before dissolving it.
• The Fools staged elaborate plays mid-battle, turning horror into parody, shattering the enemy's narrative.
Every corrupted jest turned into a real joke—one that spread joy instead of despair.
Sub-Battle 4: Nous & Erudition vs. Adaptive Swarm
The fusion unleashed an infinite swarm that rewrote itself every second, countering any attack.
Nous' emanators—scientists, inventors, even members of the Genius Society—fought with impossible machines that updated themselves mid-battle.
Neo's Adaptation Protocol amplified their work. Every counter from the swarm was studied, inverted, and re-purified.
For the first time, Nous didn't calculate an answer—he let his emanators imagine. They painted equations with creativity, creating weapons and shields that defied logic itself.
A young Genius Society researcher whispered with tears, "We… we don't just seek truth anymore. We create it!"
Sub-Battle 5: Yaoshi & Abundance vs. Withering Garden
The corrupted form spawned a decayed Eden—trees that devoured life, flowers blooming with plague.
Yaoshi's aura pulsed weakly at first, but with Neo's support, they spread healing light. Blessed emanators—Velgrynd, Kiana, and Bruce Banner—became conduits of life.
• Velgrynd's flames burned away rot while seeding rebirth.
• Kiana's Finality purified roots of corruption into blooming light.
• Hulk smashed the diseased growths, each strike sprouting fresh greenery instead of ash.
For the first time since corruption, Yaoshi smiled faintly, whispering, "Life… is hope."
The garden turned from decay into a battlefield of renewal.
Neo's Perspective – The Trailblazer's Burden
Neo fought everywhere at once. His aura linked Aeons and mortals alike, amplifying every emanator's resonance.
He wielded Trailblaze and Permanence, cutting paths of light through the battlefield while anchoring reality against collapse.
"You are not just fighting corruption. You are rewriting what it means to resist it."
Every ally surged higher. Every strike became more than a weapon—it was a declaration of hope.
The Transmigrator's Fury
Inside the fusion, the transmigrator screamed.
"This… this is impossible! You are mortals! Tools! How can you defy the will of the Path itself?!"
The Aeons' answer was silent but undeniable. Through their emanators, through mortals rising beyond limits, they proved one truth:
The Paths were no longer chains.
They were stepping stones.
Cliffhanger
The sub-battles raged on, the fusion Aeon pushed back for the first time. But as it reeled, it began to merge its grotesque forms into something far more terrifying.
A single colossal silhouette loomed, corruption roaring like an endless sea.
The true form of the transmigrator-fused Aeon was about to awaken.
✅ Chapter 46 done. Each faction and hero had their own sub-battle, everyone continued to adapt, creativity was highlighted, emanator blessings granted, and the transmigrator's fury escalates into the next stage.
Chapter 47 – The Redefinition of Paths
The Final Corrupted Aeon Form
The battlefield quaked as the fusion monstrosity convulsed. Its multiple grotesque bodies shrieked, collapsing into one. A dark sun of corruption bloomed, then burst outward, revealing its true form.
It was titanic, larger than stars, cloaked in an ocean of black flame and writhing roots. Its face shifted between Nanook's wrath, Propagation's swarm, and the transmigrator's hateful sneer.
"I am not an Aeon," it thundered. "I am corruption eternal. The true path beyond all Paths. You mortals will drown."
The mere presence of the corrupted Aeon warped reality—planets cracked, starlight flickered, armies faltered.
But amidst the despair, Neo stepped forward. His aura burned brighter, sharper, steadier than ever.
Neo's Trump Card – Redefinition
He closed his eyes, calling deep within himself, where Seraphina's voice echoed gently:
"You carry both the flame of Trailblaze… and the anchor of Permanence. But you are not bound. You are the one who can redefine what they mean."
Neo opened his eyes, and light erupted.
• Trailblaze – Redefined: No longer just carving paths through chaos. Now, it became the power to ignite countless possible paths, giving allies new futures and choices even amidst despair. Every ally felt roads unfurl before them, destinies branching endlessly.
• Permanence – Redefined: No longer a chain to eternity. Now, it became the power to preserve growth itself. Progress, adaptation, creativity—nothing would fade. Every lesson, every victory, every adaptation remained as permanent strength, no longer temporary sparks.
The Expansion of Paths
Neo's redefinition spread outward like a cosmic resonance. His aura linked to the Aeons around him:
• Lan felt the Hunt evolve. His arrows no longer just pursued prey—they carried infinite trajectories, reaching even those who thought themselves beyond justice. Every Hunt would now leave behind hope for the hunted to rise again.
• Qlipoth felt Preservation shift. Walls and shields didn't just block—they became foundations of renewal. Protection wasn't stasis anymore; it was the soil where civilizations could grow stronger.
• Aha laughed as Elation blossomed anew. Joy wasn't fleeting—it became self-sustaining resonance, each spark spreading endlessly, refusing to be smothered.
• Nous staggered as Erudition expanded. No longer just calculating truth, the path became the freedom to imagine new truths. His emanators no longer searched—they created.
• Yaoshi wept as Abundance was healed further. Life was no longer endless cycles of bloom and decay—it became resilient vitality, an abundance that endured even in adversity.
Each Aeon felt themselves grow, not bound to chains of Path, but expanding into something freer, stronger, and truer.
Allies Empowered
The armies felt it too.
• The Galaxy Rangers' justice became sharper, their strikes infused with light that sought corruption wherever it hid.
• The IPC and Architects' shields carried not just defense but the will to uplift, their every wall a promise of a rebuilt world.
• The Masked Fools' performances grew into eternal festivals, joy immortalized as a weapon against despair.
• The Genius Society and Erudition forces now created weapons and ideas mid-battle, impossible machines that turned chaos into design.
• The Xianzhou Alliance's fleets fired in constellations that rewrote the sky itself into maps of hope.
Even the Avengers, Danmachi heroes, and Post-Honkai survivors felt their powers expand, their growth no longer temporary—but permanent evolutions.
The Transmigrator's Rage
Inside the corrupted Aeon, the transmigrator screamed.
"This… this cannot be! You cannot redefine Paths! They are destiny! They are chains!"
Neo raised his voice, calm yet resonant, carrying across the battlefield:
"No. Paths are not chains. They are choices. And as long as choice exists—corruption can never win."
His sword ignited, a blazing road of endless futures, anchored by permanence.
The Clash of Redefinition
The corrupted Aeon roared, unleashing storms of decay, endless swarms, and collapsing suns. Reality trembled as universes cracked.
But Neo and the Aeons stepped forward, Paths redefined and empowered. Every strike, every barrier, every laugh, every equation, every bloom of life pushed back.
The first true clash began—
not between corruption and mortals,
but between a false destiny and redefined freedom.
Cliffhanger
The corrupted Aeon staggered as the redefined Paths carved into its essence. But its form began to twist further, drawing deeper into the quantum sea, reaching toward the roots of the corruption itself.
The battle was far from over.
It had only just begun.
✅ Chapter 47 now shows the transmigrator's corrupted Aeon form revealed in full, Neo unleashing his trump card (Redefinition of Trailblaze + Permanence), and the expansion of all Aeons' Paths, with everyone's growth and rewards fully integrated.
Chapter 48 – The Summoning of Veldanava
The Unleashing of New Powers
The battlefield turned into a kaleidoscope of brilliance as every ally pushed their newfound abilities to the limit.
• Lan drew his bow, an arrow of pure starlight splitting into infinite trajectories. Each shot found corruption hiding in impossible places—beneath shadows, inside broken time, even within corrupted memories. His Hunt was now the eternal pursuit of truth.
• Qlipoth raised fortresses that became living sanctuaries. Every shield not only defended but healed, strengthened, and grew—fortresses turned into gardens of renewal where corrupted energy dissolved into nothing.
• Aha spun into the battlefield laughing, his joy now a chain reaction of delight. Every cackle became a festival of hope that spread across soldiers and civilians alike, each burst of laughter weakening corruption's grip.
• Nous expanded his mind into a lattice of creation. Equations blossomed into weapons never seen before, paradox engines that unraveled corruption by reimagining the laws it clung to.
• Yaoshi spread endless blooms, but now their flowers carried resilient permanence. Every life they nurtured resisted decay, growing stronger even as they were struck. Hope itself became unkillable.
Even the Express crew, Avengers, Danmachi heroes, and Post-Honkai allies adapted in real time—drawing on their rewards, learning, inventing, growing.
The Corruption Escalates
But the corrupted Aeon-transmigrator fusion was not idle.
Its grotesque body screamed and stretched, clawing into the Tree of Imaginary Numbers. The battlefield shuddered as black roots of corruption pierced deep into the fabric of the multiverse, drawing power directly from the Quantum Sea.
The sky cracked open as a titanic presence stirred. The transmigrator roared:
"Behold! Lord God Space—send your will! Lend me your avatar to end these fools!"
A vast shadow began to descend, forming into a shape beyond comprehension—an avatar of the Lord God Space.
Armies faltered. Civilians watching through astral relays gasped in despair.
But Neo… and the Aeons… laughed.
POV Switch – The Secret Plan (Flashback)
(Moments ago, in the middle of battle)
Neo and the allied Aeons stood close, their voices hidden beneath the roar of clashing universes.
Nous: "If the transmigrator fuses corruption with the root of Imaginary Numbers, the Tree or the Sea themselves will retaliate."
Yaoshi: "Yes. Both are primal forces. They despise tampering."
Qlipoth: "But the backlash alone may not be enough."
Lan: "Which is why we bait him. We force him to overreach—to summon something even he cannot control."
Aha grinned, eyes sparkling. "And the moment he does—bam! Trap sprung."
Neo smiled knowingly, hand brushing against the one-time summoning device gifted by the chat group.
Neo: "Then the protagonist of this battle won't be us. It'll be the one he never expects."
Back to Present
The corrupted Aeon laughed maniacally, the avatar of the Lord God Space nearly formed—
Only for Neo to step forward, holding up the shimmering summoning device.
"Hahaha! Transmigrator—you've doomed yourself. The moment you touched the roots, you canceled the backlash that was binding us. Now, let me introduce you to our trump card."
The device shattered in his hand, summoning light erupting across the battlefield. A majestic presence descended, overwhelming even the avatar forming above.
From the light emerged a figure with infinite majesty, yet eyes filled with warmth.
Veldanava.
The Creator God. The first True Dragon. Brother of Velgrynd. And Neo's brother-in-law.
The Arrival of Veldanava
Velgrynd gasped, her voice trembling. "Brother…"
Veldanava smiled softly at her, then at Neo.
"So, you called me even outside the Tensura multiverse… to the roots of Imaginary Numbers themselves."
He chuckled. "Well, if it's you, brother-in-law, I'll help. After all—I love my siblings dearly. And besides…" His eyes glinted with playful boredom. "This looks fun."
The armies stared in awe. Even the Aeons paused, sensing the near-omnipotent aura radiating from him—an avatar of Veldanava, yet still beyond comprehension.
The corrupted Aeon-transmigrator screamed in defiance, the avatar of Lord God Space looming above.
But Neo, Velgrynd, the allied Aeons, and now Veldanava himself stood ready.
The true climax was about to begin.
✅ Chapter 48 now delivers:
• Allies showing off their full power growth from rewards and redefined Paths.
• The corrupted Aeon tapping into the Tree of Imaginary Numbers / Quantum Sea root.
• The transmigrator summoning an avatar of the Lord God Space.
• The flashback plan reveal (trap setup with Neo + Aeons).
Veldanava's summoning as the real trump card