Chapter 39 — The Truth of Nameless
Nameless's vision blurred.
His eyes slowly began to close as a strange dizziness overtook him.
For the first time in countless years, his body felt unstable.
"Weak…?" he muttered under his breath, unable to understand what was happening.
How could someone like him feel tired?
How could someone like him feel dizzy?
Then—
A terrifying realization struck him.
Nameless always called himself an immortal.
But the truth was different.
He was not an immortal.
He was still a mortal.
A human.
A human who possessed power far beyond celestial gods.
Power that even divine beings feared.
Yet his body…
Was still human.
And now, for the first time, his body was directly absorbing the scattered divine energies from the battlefield.
Energies of gods.
Energies of immortals.
Energies never meant for a mortal body.
His body began rejecting it.
That was the source of the instability.
In that moment, Nameless disappeared.
Not from the battlefield.
But from reality itself.
He entered his personal dimension.
A hidden world.
A secret he had never revealed to anyone.
Not even to those he forcefully called his "friends."
Inside that dimension—
There were millions.
Millions of clones.
Each one identical to Nameless.
Each one training.
Cultivating.
Evolving.
Some practiced combat endlessly.
Some studied energy control.
One clone was even training how to walk like a king—perfecting dominance in every step.
Time did not exist there.
Outside, one second passed.
Inside, eons flowed.
No attack could reach this place.
Even if a hundred celestial gods combined their power into one devastating strike, it wouldn't leave a scratch.
This was Nameless's true foundation.
His true secret.
Each clone had grown monstrously powerful.
Every single one of them possessed strength far beyond Astriel and Varnesh combined.
They had reached heights that normal gods could never imagine.
And Nameless…
Could absorb them.
Not borrow.
Not share.
Absorb completely.
Their power.
Their experience.
Their cultivation.
Everything.
That was why Nameless was so terrifying.
He wasn't just one person.
He was millions.
A culmination of countless perfected versions of himself.
But there was a flaw.
A fatal flaw.
All that power…
Was not cultivated by his real body.
It was second-hand.
Gained through clones.
Not through his own direct growth.
His body had never truly adapted to divine energy.
Now that he was directly exposed to it—
It rejected him.
Nameless understood everything instantly.
"So this is it…" he said softly.
"A mortal body… trying to handle divine power."
He clenched his fist.
"For the first time… I actually need to grow properly."
Without hesitation, Nameless sat down in the void.
Cross-legged.
Calm.
Focused.
Around him, treasures appeared.
Ancient medicines.
Divine artifacts.
Rare cultivation resources.
Everything he had collected across countless worlds.
He began cultivating.
His energy surged.
His level started rising rapidly.
Too rapidly.
Nameless immediately stopped.
"No… this is wrong."
Breaking through too fast would weaken his foundation.
And Nameless never accepted weakness.
He raised his hand.
In an instant, countless clones surrounded him.
They formed a circle.
Each one stabilizing his energy.
Refining it.
Perfecting it.
Nameless closed his eyes.
This time…
He wasn't relying on shortcuts.
He was truly cultivating.
For the first time in his long existence—
Nameless began to grow properly.