bookpower Chapter 292 Glaze
Chapter 292 Glaze
As the Spirit King arrived, he neither unleashed his aura nor uttered a single word.
He simply hovered in silence, his figure suspended in the air.
Yet, his mere presence was enough.
His gaze alone was enough.
In that moment, all who bore witness, whether Human, Goblin, Celestial, or Voidwalker, felt it.
It transcended race, power, and will.
A singular, crushing truth weighed upon them all.
FUTILITY.
Even to be called an ant before such a presence would have been a compliment.
The Spirit King's mere existence commanded absolute submission.
It mattered not how powerful they were, how ancient their souls, or how noble their lineage.
Before him, all fell to their knees.
Not by force, nor by will, but by the undeniable weight of his presence.
Their very souls trembled, urging them to bow, to praise, to revere.
A primal instinct, deeper than thought, demanded homage to the entity before them.
And yet, amidst the sea of kneeling figures...
Only one remained standing.
And for the first time, it was not Anthony.
It was Charles.
Charles Evander.
But before anything else... let us speak of who the Spirit King truly is.
He is the first spirit to have ever been born in this galaxy, one of its earliest life forms, a being of ancient existence.
He does not merely rule over the spirits; he is their absolute sovereign, the eternal pillar upon which all spirits, past and present, stand.
Yet, unlike ordinary spirits bound solely to Spiritual Energy, the Spirit King transcends such limitations.
He wields not only Spiritual Energy but also mana.
More than just a ruler, he is an embodiment of collective power.
He possesses the abilities of every spirit that has ever existed in this galaxy, whether alive or long perished, retaining them permanently as his own.
Ageless, unshaken, and unmoved by mortal concerns, he does not interfere in the affairs of the living or dead.
Even when matters involve spirits, he never acts directly.
Instead, he sends others in his place.
For his presence alone is far too great for mere trivialities.
It is impossible to discuss the top three most formidable beings in the galaxy without mentioning the Spirit King's name.
Amongst the myriad of races who knelt, some, who possessed ancient texts and forbidden knowledge, understood the true identity of the being before them, while others remained oblivious.
But in the end, it mattered not whether they knew or not.
Their awareness of his existence held no weight against the crushing force of his presence.
Which raises the inevitable question: How had the Spirit King arrived here?
Charles' summoning ability allowed him to draw forth random beings once every year, much like a gacha system, unpredictable and beyond his control.
The Spirit King's ancient voice resonated once more, filled with intrigue and quiet amusement.
"Make your move, then. Mr. Protagonist"
The Spirit King's voice was not one of inquiry, but a command, delivered with absolute certainty.
He did not ask.
He did not seek permission.
He simply issued the directive.
Anthony's mind raced, his Authority of Information failing to provide any insight into this being, an entity that stood beyond even his comprehension.
Yet, the System did not leave him in the dark.
It had at least revealed the truth: this was indeed the Spirit King.
'It seems I'll need to pull something out after all'
Anthony thought.
Just as he began to reach for one of his hidden cards, a voice suddenly rang out, an unmistakable, familiar voice.
"NO NEED"
A brilliant glow enveloped Anthony's body, and with it, the suffocating weight of the Spirit King's presence faded away.
The oppressive aura, which had sought to command him, vanished as if it had never been.
With the pressure lifted, Anthony stood tall, a smile spreading across his face, as if the world itself had shifted in his favor.
Anthony's gaze turned to Charles, then he spoke in an extremely calm tone, as if him kneeling earlier didn't matter.
"Sorry to disappoint, but don't forget, this isn't YOUR story!"
Then it happened.
Across the boundless expanse of the galaxy, an unearthly tremor cascaded through the fabric of existence.
Celestial bodies convulsed in primordial terror, their orbits unraveling as if recoiling from an unseen divinity.
Planets quaked, oceans surged in violent upheaval, and supernovae ignited prematurely, unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of the presence descending upon the universe.
A ripple, no, a cataclysm, raced through the star-strewn abyss, distorting space time itself.
The galaxy trembled, its luminous arms coiling inward in reverence, as if bowing before an omnipotent sovereign.
Ancient voids, untouched by the passage of eternity, churned with newfound turbulence.
The great galactic dance of order and chaos faltered, subdued by an authority that transcended comprehension.
And then, in the heart of a blinding conflagration, it emerged.
A luminous burst, neither flame nor light but something far greater, sundered the heavens.
From its golden brilliance, a figure materialized, ethereal, resplendent, immutable.
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His hair, spun from the essence of celestial radiance, shimmered with an otherworldly glow.
Golden irises, suffused with an omniscience that unraveled the mysteries of creation, surveyed all with an unchallenged dominion.
Even his lashes, gilded with the luster of eternity, flickered like threads of divine decree.
The galaxy itself dared not stir.
Silence, absolute and reverent, descended upon all existence.
In his presence, all things, immortals, mortals, and entities beyond reckoning, yielded to a force greater than destiny itself.
And as the galaxy quivered beneath his unfathomable might, a name, both declaration and prophecy, resounded through the trembling stars.
Romulus has arrived.