The battlefield lay silent. Smoke and ash danced in the faint winds of the Ruin, and the last sparks of lightning flickered off Ashura's body as the Divine General's light faded into dust.
The air trembled once more—not from the battle, but from something else.
Ashura's system flared alive, burning symbols floating before his eyes in a cascade of divine script.
[System Notification]
Class Evolution Triggered.
Analyzing host achievements…
Calculating new pathways…
Processing authority resonance…
A storm of light and darkness spiraled around him. The very ruins seemed to bend toward his presence.
[Class Evolution Completed.]
New Class: "Heavenbreaker"
Class Description: The one who stands between gods and mortals. A being who defies heaven's decree and shatters divine order.
Stat Enhancement: +350% Physical Power, +400% Magic Power, +200% All Resistances
Authority Granted: [Wrath of the Nameless].
Ashura's eyes widened. "Heavenbreaker, huh? Not bad. Has a nice ring to it."
He flexed his fingers, and divine lightning arced across his palm, tinged with streaks of black. It wasn't just lightning anymore—it sang, resonating like the heartbeat of a higher being.
Then the air around him warped again. A pulse—like a heartbeat that wasn't his—echoed through the ruin. The system glitched for a moment, letters overlapping, voices whispering.
[Connection to Celestial Network — Established.]
[Godly Presence Detected.]
[You have attracted the attention of multiple divine entities.]
"Wait… what?"
Before Ashura could even react, ethereal light screens appeared around him, each marked with sigils and godly crests. Voices—silken, commanding, ancient—filled his mind all at once.
"Mortal… your potential is beyond the heavens. I, Astralis the Eternal Radiance, offer you my divine patronage."
"Come to me, child. I shall grant you dominion over life and storm alike."
"He is mine. I saw him first."
Ashura blinked, then rubbed his temples. "Oh, great… now I've got god spam."
And then—
The world stopped.
The divine voices fell silent in a single instant, as if crushed under an impossible weight. The light screens shattered. A suffocating stillness spread across reality itself.
A ripple tore through space, and out of it stepped a figure cloaked in shifting black. His presence was so vast the air trembled in reverence and fear alike. His voice wasn't loud, yet it cracked the firmament.
"Touch him, and I will erase your names from creation."
The other gods whimpered—actual gods, trembling like insects before a storm.
"N-Nameless… y-you can't just—"
"Can't I?" the voice interrupted, calm yet dripping with venom. "Try me. I'll paint the heavens red again if I have to."
The light screens shattered completely, their remnants dissolving into the air.
The figure turned his gaze toward Ashura. Beneath the hood, faint blue eyes burned like twin stars, cold yet strangely familiar.
He sighed. "You. Again."
Ashura tilted his head. "You're the nameless god?"
"Don't act surprised. I've been watching you make a mess since day one."
Ashura smirked. "Mess? I call it progress."
The god exhaled slowly. "You mortals and your delusions of grandeur… still, I suppose you have earned this much."
He extended a hand, and a surge of divine energy coursed through Ashura.
[You have received an Authority Upgrade: The Wrath of the Nameless → Transcendent Wrath.]
[Your bond with the Nameless God deepens.]
[You may now communicate with Him directly through your system interface.]
"Consider this my… investment," the god muttered. "And as for the rest of them—" He turned, glaring upward at the heavens themselves. "If any of you touch him, I'll end your little pantheon drama again. Understood?"
No one answered. The heavens stayed quiet.
He gave a dismissive humph. "Pathetic."
Then, his tone softened slightly. "Don't die, Ashura Bellet. I dislike rebuilding interesting things."
The space around them distorted—and Ashura's vision shifted.
He was no longer in the ruins.
He stood on a battlefield of gods.
The sky was burning. Worlds collided. Stars fell like rain. Legions of divine armies clashed beneath a black sun. And in the center of it all—a man stood alone, drenched in the blood of gods, holding a broken sword that pulsed with darkness.
Ashura felt his breath catch. "This… this is…"
The man turned. He looked exactly like Ashura—same eyes, same face—but older, colder, divine. A black trench coat with glowing blue veins lined his form, the faint hum of power radiating from every thread. His plain black undershirt was torn and bloodstained, and his pants and boots—also lined with blue edges—were coated in ash. Behind him, a black halo floated—vast, radiant, 14 feet wide, its edges flickering like dying stars.
He stood amidst corpses of gods, holding the fractured body of a woman made of light.
Her voice echoed faintly, soft and breaking. "L-Leios… you must stop…"
That name rang through Ashura's mind like thunder.
Leios.
The Nameless One's name—before eternity erased it.
He turned toward the heavens, tears of rage and anguish mixing with divine blood. "You betrayed The One… our creator! You butchered the only being who loved you without demand!"
He raised his sword. "Then I will become what you fear most."
Lightning blackened. The sun shattered.
Ashura felt it—the surge, the transformation. The awakening of something primal and eternal.
The world itself screamed.
Leios's voice roared through the cosmos.
"I am no longer your brother… no longer your god."
"I am the end of your heaven."
"I am—The Nameless One!"
The vision shattered.
Ashura gasped, waking in the ruins, drenched in sweat. His heart thundered, every muscle trembling from the echo of what he'd seen.
The storm clouds above pulsed once, as if acknowledging the memory.
He whispered to himself, voice shaky but resolute.
"…Leios… the Nameless One."
Then his system chimed again—quiet, familiar, and almost smug.
[System Message: The Nameless One is pleased you remember.]
[He says: "Keep it quiet, brat. Makes me look soft."]
Ashura snorted weakly. "Heh. Yeah, sure thing."
Above, thunder rumbled softly—like laughter trying not to be heard.