Magnetic Field Rotation One Million Five Hundred Thousand Horsepower—Human Dao Killing Punch!
As Guts threw this punch, golden light instantly swallowed everything.
Endless golden light filled the entire Abyss.
When the light faded, the Abyssal King, along with His throne of despair that had existed for billions of years, had completely vanished.
Guts's punch didn't just destroy His physical form.
It also denied the existence of the "Old Abyssal King" on a conceptual level, completely erasing Him from the foundational level of information.
However, the battle was not over.
Having lost its master, the Abyssal Origin—a convergence of all negative emotions since the birth of the universe—began to run rampant within the Abyss without the Abyssal King's guidance.
Watching these rampant negative emotions, Guts took a deep breath and slowly released his golden domain, beginning to absorb them.
In the next instant, as if finding an outlet, these negative emotions madly surged into Guts's body.
Pain, despair, hatred, sorrow.
Countless types of negative energy, enough to drive even gods completely mad, sought to corrupt and assimilate him, aiming to turn him into an Abyssal King devoid of self, left with only pure destructive instinct.
Guts did not resist. He opened his body and mind, accepting all of this extremely chaotic negative energy.
He did not destroy them.
Instead, he used his own power to bestow a brand new "rule" upon this chaotic force.
He intended to establish order within this ultimate chaos.
Under Guts's will, the deathly still Abyss began to undergo earth-shattering changes.
The endless negative emotions were no longer a chaotic, raging torrent of energy.
Endowed with new rules by Guts's will, they transformed into the foundation for building this new world.
In the dark void, stars formed from negative emotions were born one after another.
Ultimately, eighteen stars floated around Guts, each representing a type of negative emotion.
The endless, despairing wails of countless souls gradually subsided.
They were replaced by a solemn, majestic, and grand requiem that carried a trace of warmth.
The music seemed capable of washing away all pain and soothing all wounds.
This place was no longer the source breeding evil and chaos.
It became the "Resting Place" where all things in the universe could finally find peace after a long journey.
It was also the "Starting Point" for the next journey.
A brand new throne, formed from the condensation of light and dark, appeared in the center of the void.
It possessed both the brilliance of newborn stars and the tranquility of the eternal Abyss.
Guts slowly walked toward that throne and sat upon it.
The moment he sat on the throne, an unprecedented feeling welled up in his heart.
It was as if the entire Abyss and the real world had merged with him.
He became the new Abyssal King, as well as the Lord of the Real World.
He could clearly feel that he simultaneously controlled the supreme authority over the real world and the conceptual Abyss.
His consciousness could instantly reach any corner of reality.
He could see the faintly discernible threads of fate above every mortal's head, representing their past and future.
He could hear the most devout prayers and the most vicious curses from the depths of every intelligent being's heart.
A thought quietly arose in his mind.
He could easily erase all pain and negative emotions from the world.
He could smooth over all conflicts.
He could make the concept of death disappear completely.
With just a single thought, he could transform the world he deeply loved into an eternally perfect "Heaven" without sorrow, parting, jealousy, or comparison.
However, Guts ultimately abandoned this idea.
These negative emotions were also the essence of "humanity."
Deprived of these, humans would no longer be humans.
That so-called "Heaven" would be nothing more than a gorgeous cage.
He would ensure that humanity would no longer be shrouded in the shadow of war; the rest would be up to humanity itself.
He believed in the power and wisdom of humanity. As humanity developed, they would eventually obtain everything they desired.
He would become a silent "Watcher."
Clearing all obstacles from outside the world for the free development of human civilization.
...
His will returned to the Imperial City one last time, where he discovered that more than a decade seemed to have passed.
He saw that under the bright sunlight, Casca, Judeau, Pippin, and the others were presenting flowers to the newly completed Hero Monument in the city square.
Nearby, children holding garlands also had smiles beaming on their faces.
The Imperial City was now hailed as the "Center of the Earth."
It was no longer what it used to be.
Under Casca's planning, wide stone-paved streets had replaced muddy dirt roads, with carriages and pedestrians traveling in separate lanes.
The streets were lined with shops. Merchants from all over the continent came here, offering a dazzling array of novelties.
The private parks that the former emperor had built by draining the people's wealth and labor had now been transformed into public academies and libraries.
In the central square, children gathered to play, while their parents chatted comfortably nearby, their faces filled with peace and satisfaction.
The sweet aroma of baked bread, the fragrance drifting from flower shops, and the melodious tunes of street bards floated through the air around the square.
Guts heard veterans no longer discussing the trauma of war, but proudly recounting to the younger generation the legend of the "Martial God of the Earth" splitting mountains and repelling a million-strong army with a single punch.
There was no fear in their eyes, only pride and reverence.
Artisans poured their sweat and inspiration into their workshops, creating exquisite artworks. The new statues of the Martial God of the Earth released last month were in high demand.
Farmers enjoyed bountiful harvests year after year under the agricultural reforms implemented by Casca, and the entire empire was immersed in prosperity and joy.
This peace was a vibrant vitality, full of hope and energy, springing from the bottom of everyone's heart.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Casca slowly raised her head and looked toward the sky.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "Guts? Is that you?"