He was deeply agitated and tried to rise, only to find his body refusing to move. He saw Siri approaching him, her eyes—dark violet, matching the ominous color of her aura—staring back with a hollow, unsettling emptiness.
She spoke in a calm tone—yet her presence was so terrifying, so utterly inhuman and destructive, that he wet his trousers in sheer fear. "You pathetic piece of scum... how dare you call me a concubine or a sex toy? And to speak of my mother like that... do you want to die that badly?"
Despite this, Barco decided to speak with a clear, direct threat. Accustomed to being the one in control of their relationship—never the other way around—his mind deluded him into a false sense of power.
Siri's anger mounted with every word he uttered; he was so arrogant that he even forgot he was trembling with terror. "How dare you give *me* orders, you whore's daughter?"
Siri didn't utter a single word in response; she simply unleashed her aura upon him. Talking to him was pointless—nothing but a waste of time spent on arrogant fools.
Barco spoke in a voice filled with terror as he stared at her: "What is this powerful aura? I can't move my body... I feel like I'm about to be torn to shreds." Blood streamed from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears as he spoke, yet Siri's expression remained unchanged—cold and utterly impassive.
He then directed... She pointed her finger at Baraku as a dark violet aura emanated from her. She spoke in a calm tone: "Baraku Tuakirl, I sentence you to destruction and eternal oblivion."
Siri's words struck Baraku like a lightning bolt, draining the color from his face. However, before she could unleash her power—which was formidable enough to obliterate him with a mere glance—Yuta intervened.
He delivered a powerful kick to Baraku's face, sending him crashing into the wall with such force that the impact shattered the structure; Baraku lost consciousness instantly.
Yuta then turned his gaze toward Siri, who was glaring at him with indescribable rage. She lunged at him with her full current power, causing a truly sinister smile to spread across Yuta's face.
His plan—conceived just moments ago—was unfolding exactly as he desired. He dodged several spheres of pure destruction energy, dispelling them before they could touch him, all while wearing a faint smile that infuriated Siri further due to his apparent dismissal of her threat.
She charged at him, throwing a powerful punch intended to pierce his body. Yuta seized the moment to wrap her in a crushing embrace, causing her to scream as she struggled to break free.
"Let me go, you despicable bastard! I'll kill you—let me go! Do you even know who I am, you wretched scumbag?"
Yuta ignored her words and gently kissed her forehead, speaking in a calm, soothing tone: "Calm down, my dear sister. I am your brother, Yuta Kasiral. Have you forgotten your brother so quickly?" Shock registered on her face as she lifted her head toward Yuta—whose mouth and eyes were streaming blood—and whispered, "Brother Y... Yuta? Is it really you?"
As the overwhelming aura gradually faded, Yuta muttered under his breath, "
*It was fascinating to watch Sira—the Avenger—in action; who would have thought she'd obliterate him instantly, without a second thought?* Yuta mused silently as he gently lowered her to the ground. As for the wound Sira had inflicted, it was already healing on its own thanks to his regenerative immortality; he was also pleased that the "Lord of Sins" ability allowed him to perfectly control the vengeful impulse driving her.
He looked at her and saw her weeping, trying to shield her face from him. He then pressed his head against her chest and stomach—a natural fit, given that she was four years his junior and extremely frail from mistreatment.
A faint smile touched her lips; she embraced his head, kissed his forehead, and nuzzled her cheek against his hair. Clutching his head tightly, Sira whispered, "Thank you for helping me, Brother. I love you so much."
Yuta pulled back with a gentle smile, wiping away her tears as he spoke softly. The original owner of this body had loved his sister beyond words, and Yuta was determined to carry on that bond. "Sister Siri, don't cry; nothing bad happened. In the end, I taught that vile scumbag a lesson he deserved. Anyway, will you come with me? Let's leave this disgusting place."
Siri looked at him with a beautiful smile and excitement in her eyes, then stood up, speaking in a loud, happy voice: "Really? Are we leaving this ridiculous house?"
Yuta stroked her soft, black hair—smooth as silk—as he answered her: "Yes, I'm not joking. It's true; we're leaving this pathetic mansion. Go pack your things, and we'll head out. Besides, Mom and Dad aren't at the mansion right now, so we can leave."
Siri headed toward her wardrobe to gather her clothes—though they weren't expensive like the outfits worn by the rest of the Casiral family, save for Yuta, whose clothes were just as cheap as hers.
Meanwhile, Yuta watched her gather her belongings. He didn't care whether the owners of the house were home or not; he would have left regardless, without a second thought, and would have killed them instantly had they tried to stop him from achieving his goals.
Siri spoke in a joyful tone as she walked toward Yuta carrying a small bag; the sight made him pause for a moment, realizing just how few clothes she actually owned.
Some time passed after they left the mansion. Siri had been skipping along while holding Yuta's hand, but she eventually stopped skipping and began to walk normally.
She spoke in a puzzled tone, noting that they hadn't taken a single coin with them and that she hadn't received... ...someone from a family filled with nothing but dishonorable, immoral scum—"Where will we sleep? Where will we get the money?"
Yuta turned his gaze toward her for a few moments before speaking in a calm tone, glancing at her sideways—a look that drew a faint smile from her. "Don't worry; I took half our family's assets—cash and jewelry—and put them somewhere safe."
[End of flashback]
Yuta kept looking at her without saying a word. He gently moved her hands away from his face, only to find her weeping profusely, and then rested his face against her chest.
A look of bewilderment appeared on her face as she gazed at him, his face buriedShe pressed her head against his chest and part of his stomach, embracing him while she wept. Yuta lifted his head again, wiping away her tears and gently tweaking her nose. He spoke in a calm tone, feigning annoyance: "Why are you crying? You're being so silly. Look at Chloe and Madeline—they don't cry like you do. It's so boring."
Sira's expression shifted to indignation as she listened to Yuta. She puffed out her cheeks and struck his chest again, speaking in an irritated voice: "Sira is the best sister; the others can't compare to my level. Do you understand? I am a sister who isn't boring—do you get that?"
Yuta gazed at her for a few moments before standing up and heading to the bathroom to wash their faces.
A few minutes later, they left the room and headed to the dining hall for their meal. Meanwhile, the maids and Athena also made their way to the dining hall.
They found Yuta sitting near Sira, deep in conversation. Athena communicated with Yuta telepathically, prompting a faint smile from him: "Lady Gia has been meditating in the garden for several minutes. It seems she has no intention of doing physical training; she asked me to exempt her from physical workouts for the coming months. Should I accept her request?"
Yuta remained silent for a few seconds before answering while he ate: "Yes, do that. Gia is an important person, and her safety is a priority. That said, prepare for the expedition we're taking to the 'Lake of a Thousand Monsters' dungeon in five hours."
Athena was shocked. She listened to Yuta's words without outwardly showing shock; she knew exactly what he intended to do—release Higurashi, the Supreme Ruler of Destruction.
Although she was aware of the plan, she hadn't expected it to happen so soon. While the two-week mark would have been the ideal time, this was ultimately the best choice, given the unpredictability of the coming fortnight.
She spoke in a calm tone before leaving the dining hall: "Understood. Everything will be ready at the appropriate time."
Yuta took a bite of meat, a faint smile playing on his lips. Jia was currently undergoing mental growth, learning from her past battles and experiences to become stronger than ever.
Two hours later, in the palace gardens, Yuta, Sira, Kira, Lira, Chloe, and Madeline were strolling happily and contentedly.
Yuta leaned against a tree trunk while the others amused themselves, playing games—sometimes by the lake, sometimes chasing each other, and sometimes playing hide-and-seek.
As Yuta watched them, he felt a warm sensation against his stomach; he looked down to find Madeline resting her head there, a gentle smile on her face.
Yuta smiled back softly as he stroked her hair, then turned his gaze toward the others and asked, "Is something the matter, my dear Madeline? Are you bored, tired, or is it something else?"
Madeline looked at him for a few moments before speaking with a hint of shyness: "No, it has nothing to do with fatigue or boredom. I just wanted to lie down with someone dear to me—you, Yuto. We are so alike; we are both merely concepts that have taken physical form..." "There is only one difference: I am an incorporeal concept, whereas she is a concept embodied in crystal—having stolen a human body."
Yuta clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention toward him; Madeline looked at him with an expression full of annoyance. "We are heading to the Lake of a Thousand Beasts shortly to spend the night there, so you had best prepare for the journey."
Delight appeared on their faces as they headed toward the palace, leaving Yuta alone. He smiled faintly, though his expression soon turned cold as he glanced at Athena, who was watching him from behind a tree.
"Breaking the seal on the Supreme Ruler of Destruction won't end well. Even if they don't move immediately, that doesn't mean they won't act eventually. There might be a year or two of silence, but a move will be made." Athena's tone was calm as she spoke to him.
Yet, Yuta's expression remained unchanged as he listened; he was confident in his actions. He knew that setbacks were inevitable in this world—he had endured plenty of them over the past few months.
These included Tom completing five trials prematurely—forcing Yuta to remain in this world for another three years—as well as figures like Lucy, Brevika, Seok, Hinataku, Seol, and Haoran, not to mention the absolute entities lurking in the shadows.
He stood up, brushing the dust and dirt from his clothes. A faint smile played on his lips—a smile that sent shivers down Athena's spine.
"There is no need to worry. What is written in the story—what is destined to happen—will happen. It is merely a dream, a narrative, and a plot that will decide it all." "It's either success, death, or failure. We are all the protagonists of our own unique stories—stories that are our very lives. That is why everyone both wins and loses; we are the heroes of our tales, yet we play multiple roles depending on the person we're dealing with—hahahaha!"
"The world's narrative and plot are even more absurd than the 'Will of the Heavens.' Ultimately, I could erase that Will and create a new one—a power that applies to you as well—yet we remain slaves to the plot, just like characters in any other story inhabiting a vast, infinite fantasy world."
Athena gazed at him with slight annoyance, forced to accept the truth of Yuta's words; she had nearly died for a trivial reason—merely to keep the plot moving. She sighed audibly before she and Yuta headed toward where Jia was located.
They intended to tell her they were setting off on a journey—lasting roughly a day—to the Lake of a Thousand Beasts. Furthermore, Yuta felt that leaving her behind would be a foolish move that could cost him dearly.
As they walked toward Jia's meditation spot, Athena looked at Yuta with bewilderment, wondering why he was so intent on protecting Jia to such an extent—especially since he harbored no romantic feelings for her, nor any other form of logical affection.
Yet, Yuta had no interest in volunteering this information to Athena; there was simply no reason or benefit to doing so. Even the disclosure of information had to yield some sort of advantage, or else it would be nothing more than foolishness.
Instead, his attention was focused on something far more important: the system screen hovering directly before his eyes. He was deeply irritated by the additional penalties that had been imposed upon him... Extra Work – Sub-mission 2
[Important: Ruler's Path Missions]
Objective 1: Assist the Legitimate Protector of the Sacred Tree of Existence, Ji Yao Li.
Difficulty/Reward: [Rank ?????]
Robe of the Ruler
Rank: [?????]
Abilities: Absolute immunity against all things existent and non-existent.
Failure Penalty: Reversion to the Primal Origin.
Sub-mission 01: CollectPrepare the heroes for the upcoming War of Pathways and the events that follow.
Reward: ??????
Duration: 3 years
Rank: ???????
Sub-mission 02: Assist the Scion of the Narrative Era and the Scion of the Original Dao in paving their way to becoming the strongest.
Reward: ??????
Duration: Until the end of the year 675 AD
Rank: S
Sub-mission 03: Assist Alessandra's allies in becoming capable of fighting in the War of Pathways and the events that follow.
Reward: ??????
Duration: 3 years
Rank: ??????? Important Notes:
1) Mandatory sub-missions will be assigned alongside every main mission.
2) Since the candidate, "Yuto the Great Creator," completed a main mission nearly three years and nine months ahead of schedule, several mandatory sub-missions will be imposed upon him.
3) Since the candidate departed the world of the novel *The Dragon Angel in a World of Fantasy*—specifically during his battle against Vermon Solterk (the ruler and creator of the *War of Conflicting Kingdoms* novel)—before his allotted three-year term had expired, he is strictly forbidden from leaving the world of *The Dragon Angel in a World of Fantasy* for a single second during the years 676, 677, and 678.
4) Since the candidate returned to his original body—that of Yuta Casiral—before concluding the story arc of *The Dragon Angel in a World of Fantasy*, the host is prohibited from using the abilities of his original body or any ability unrelated to the non-physical attributes of Yuta Casiral.
Exceptions include innate abilities and the "Eternal Writer" class (Ruler/Creator of Infinite Evolution Abilities, etc.). However, the user is forbidden from utilizing his "Great Creator Wings" or any associated abilities for the entire three-year penalty period.
Objective 2: Not revealed.
Objective 3: Not revealed.
Objective 4: Not revealed.
Objective 5: Not revealed.
Mission Duration: Permanent.
Yuto's expression was calm, and his confident smile masked a simmering anger. He was extremely agitated; his plans had been almost entirely ruined. He had intended to strengthen his current body to the point where he could fully utilize his powers, but that goal had become futile, forcing him to alter his strategy.
Yet, he had no intention of doing so haphazardly; his rule was that constantly changing plans could destroy them rather than improve them.
"No, no... the original body's abilities remain. Furthermore, I can use my innate powers at full strength. I still retain the ability to manipulate concepts and laws—independent of external powers—as the Master of the Ruling Path and the primary concept-holder associated with it."
"There is no need to scrap the plan entirely; I simply need to adapt it to my current capabilities. Besides, the Fate-Manipulating Eye and the Soul-Devouring Eye are still intact, so I still hold winning cards." Yuta's tone was calm as he gathered his scattered thoughts—thoughts disrupted by a setback that threatened to completely derail both his current and future plans.
He closed the mission interface provided by the Great Outcast and summoned the list of the original body's abilities. He had previously overlooked them, as his own powers were light-years ahead, and the rapid succession of events—misfortunes rarely come singly, after all—had left him no time to investigate them.
[ Ruler of Healers (Rank: ???)
Ruler of Elements (Rank: ???)
Ruler of Beasts (Rank: ???)
Master of Sins (Rank: ????)
Sword Emperor (Rank: ????)
Master of Primordial Chaos (Rank: ???) ] Master of Devouring (XXX++)
Master of All (XXX++)
Sacred Weaponry (XXX++)
Yuta's gaze held a subtle satisfaction as he observed the evolution of his abilities: the XXX-rank Healing ability had evolved into "Healer Sovereign," the XXX-rank Elemental Master into "Elemental Sovereign," and the XXX-rank Beast Tamer into "Beast Sovereign." Meanwhile, the XXX-rank Berserker had evolved into "Primordial Chaos," and the XXX-rank Devouring ability into "Master of Devouring."
He realized that evolving his current body would naturally enhance the innate abilities of the original host—a logical outcome given their fundamental link to Dragon, Angel, Demon, and Saiyan genes.
This realization gave him the confidence to advance his Dragon, Angel, Demon, and Saiyan genes to Level 2. He then headed to the Dragon World to upgrade his Dragon genes to Level 3, ensuring his plans would proceed more smoothly. After all, evolution was essential; his current power might prove useless if his intuition was correct and entities of Level 5—or even "Absolute" beings—truly existed in this universe.
He became even more convinced of their presence in other worlds after hearing the words of Afrius, the Ruler of the Dragon World. After all, the revered and majestic "Heavenly Blessing of Islabith" resided in the Human World, and a law existed prohibiting entities of that caliber from appearing in the other worlds.