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Volume 5, Chapter 16: The Door of the False Son, The Crushing Weight, and The King's Delight
Date (Conceptual Time): The Bloody Hell.
Null stood in the center of the crimson ocean, the twenty massive doors towering over him. The Angel had fled, terrified by his new Godhood form—the scales, the fangs, the crimson eyes with the dull black cross.
He felt the immense power churning inside him, a star trapped in a jar. He knew he couldn't return to the waking world like this. His mere presence would crush Kai and Sooji.
His gaze landed on a specific door. It wasn't made of iron or bone; it was made of Obsidian Scale. The handle was a miniature, carved white cross. This was the door created by the shard Satan 666 had given him.
"You said you left your tech here," Null muttered, his voice a deep, resonant growl. "Show me."
He pushed the door open.
I. The Echo of the False Son
Inside was not a room, but a serene, infinite Dojo floating in a white void. Standing in the center was Satan 666—not the monster, but the human-looking man with white hair and red eyes, wearing a simple training gi.
This was a recorded memory, an interactive Echo.
"Took you long enough, brat," the Echo of Satan smirked. "You achieved Godhood. Good. But right now, you're leaking aura like a broken pipe. If you go back, you'll kill everyone within a mile just by breathing."
Null stepped forward, his claws flexing. "How do I stop it?"
"Aura Compression," Satan said, snapping his fingers. "You don't suppress the power; you condense it. Imagine your entire ocean of energy fitting into a single drop of blood. It's painful, but it masks your presence completely."
Satan demonstrated. His immense red aura suddenly vanished, sucked instantly into his body. He looked like a normal, powerless human.
"Do it," Satan commanded. "Push the scales back under your skin. Dull the eyes. Retract the fangs. Force the God to sleep in the Man."
Null closed his eyes. He grabbed the screaming, infinite energy of Umbros and Asura and squeezed. The pain was excruciating—like breaking every bone in his body simultaneously. He forced the scales to recede, the white veins to dim, the red in his eyes to fade back to grey.
It took an eternity of seconds, but finally, the pressure stabilized. Null opened his eyes. He looked human again.
"Not bad," the Echo of Satan nodded, fading away. "Now go. Your friends are suffocating."
II. The Crushing Weight
Location: The Wonder World.
In the physical realm, chaos was erupting.
Null's sleeping body had begun to glow with a terrifying, heavy red light. The air in the Wonder World—a dimension designed to handle immense power—was cracking.
Kai was on his knees, gasping for air, clutching his chest. "It's... too heavy... I can't breathe!"
Ashley and Sooji were pressed flat against the floor, unable to move. The sheer gravitational pressure of Null's leaking Godhood was flattening them. Even Fang, in his massive dragon form, was struggling to maintain the protective barrier around the bed.
"His power has evolved!" Fang roared, his voice strained. "He is subconsciously asserting dominion! I cannot hold it!"
The floating bed cracked. Null's body began to float upward, dark scales rippling across his skin again as his control slipped in his sleep.
"WAKE UP!" Kai screamed, forcing his Kinetic Code to let him stand for just a second.
Null's eyes snapped open.
They were crimson. The pressure in the room doubled instantly. The walls of the safehouse groaned and shattered.
Null saw his friends suffering. He saw Kai's desperate face. He remembered the lesson.
Force the God to sleep in the Man.
Null clenched his fists. He didn't release energy; he imploded it.
Z-Z-Z-T!
A sharp, electric sound cut through the room. The oppressive red light vanished instantly. The gravity normalized. Kai collapsed, gasping, greedily sucking in the air.
Null floated gently to the floor. His scales were gone. His eyes faded from crimson back to the cool grey with the white cross pupil. He looked human, calm, and utterly harmless.
"Are you guys okay?" Null asked, his voice soft, human.
Fang exhaled a massive breath of smoke, shifting back to his human form. He looked at Null with a mix of terror and pride. "You learned Compression? That is a skill that takes Gods eons to master. You almost crushed us, little King."
Null looked at his hands. "I had a good teacher."
III. The King's Delight
Location: The Obsidian Fortress of the King of Stone.
Miles away, deep in his throne room, the King of Stone sat in silence. The report of Satan's defeat had arrived, but the King did not mourn.
Suddenly, the King stood up. The water in his bath evaporated instantly from the sheer heat of his excitement.
He felt it. The brief, massive spike of God-tier energy that had just flared and then vanished. It was the birth cry of a new deity.
"He did it," the King whispered, a slow, small smile spreading across his face. His pink eyes glowed with genuine delight. "He killed Satan. He ascended."
A guard rushed in, trembling. "My King! We have lost contact with General Satan! Should we mobilize the fleet?"
The King laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "No…Satan was a necessary sacrifice. He was unstable. Weak."
The King walked to the massive window overlooking his army.
"The Void King has finally ripened. He is no longer a child playing with stones. He is a worthy challenger."
The King raised his single hand. "Mobilize the Second General. Tell The Plague that his hunting grounds are open. I want to see if the new God can handle a rot that eats concepts."
The King leaned against the glass, staring toward the horizon. "Come to me, Null. Let us see whose reality is stronger."
The Architect of Rot and The Entropy Code
Location: The Wasting Vault—A Dimensional Nexus bordering Hell.
The Wasting Vault was not a throne room, but a perpetual dimensional wasteland where all life went to die. The air was thick and heavy, smelling simultaneously of ozone, burnt sugar, and primordial swamp. Nothing here was alive; everything was caught in the agonizing, slow process of decay. The floor was not stone, but a compressed mat of rotted memories and shattered dreams.
In the center of this vault stood the King of Stone's Second General: The Plague.
I. The General of Pestilence
The Plague did not possess scales or kinetic muscle like Satan. He was deceptively small, yet his presence was a crushing conceptual force. He stood only six feet tall, draped in tattered, blood-soaked ceremonial robes that seemed to writhe and consume the light around him.
His skin was a network of pale, cracked porcelain, crisscrossed by glowing, green lines that pulsed like malignant veins. Where his face should have been, there was only a smooth, featureless surface, save for one terrifying detail: a single, constantly weeping eye in the center of his chest. This eye was amber, staring not at the physical world, but into the Code itself.
This was not a warrior; this was an architect of collapse.
He stood before a swirling vortex that contained a billion screaming souls, his personal orchestra. He was observing the final, fragmented echo of the power surge Null had just emitted—the moment Null achieved and then compressed his Godhood.
"Satan was primitive," The Plague hissed, the sound not coming from his porcelain head, but from a rift that briefly opened and closed behind his shoulder. "Kinetic force. Brute chaos. Predictable. The King has learned that destruction is temporary, but decay... decay is permanent."
II. The Power of Entropy
The Plague commanded the Entropy Code (Conceptual Rot). While Satan's Prime Stone of Discord caused explosions and unpredictable force, The Plague's power was far more insidious and absolute. He did not fight to win; he fought to unmake the concept of winning.
He raised a slender, gloved hand. The glove instantly began to dissolve, the leather rotting into dust within milliseconds. He was not immune to his own power, but he controlled the rate of its consumption.
"Observe the power of a true God," The Plague spoke, observing the swirling vortex of screaming souls.
He pointed his bare, green-veined finger at the vortex. He did not blast it or crush it. He simply issued a command to the Code: Entropy.
The billion souls did not shatter or die. They began to rapidly age conceptually. Their screams became whispers, their terror became dull exhaustion, and their memories of self became dusty, inert data. Within three seconds, the entire vortex collapsed inward, the mass of souls condensed into a single, lifeless black sphere of nothingness.
This was The Plague's true terror: he could take a concept—be it power, memory, or life—and instantly accelerate its decay until it was rendered conceptually zero.
This made him drastically more dangerous than Satan. Satan could only hurt the body; The Plague could turn Null's memories to dust, rot his newly merged Prime Stone, and accelerate the decay of the Wonder World itself. He didn't need strength; he needed contact.
III. The Hunt Begins
The Plague felt the concentrated, stable energy of the Silver King.
"A perfect shell," he murmured, his chest eye focusing, pulling in the coordinates of the Wonder World. "A divine infusion, quickly learned, quickly stabilized. Impressive. Satan's final gift."
He knew the King of Stone wanted Null alive, but The Plague's personal goal was far darker. He wanted to see if the Axiomatic Code that formed Null's essence could be corrupted and broken by his Entropy Code.
"The King is foolish," The Plague hissed. "He desires a duel. I desire infection."
He extended his arms. The robes billowed out, catching the rot and decay of the Wasting Vault. The surrounding dimensional space began to tear, responding to his command.
He saw the delicate, complex weave of the Wonder World's protective dimensions. It was a beautiful structure a perfect target.
"Go to them," The Plague commanded the essence of decay within his body.
The green veins on his skin flared violently. From his chest-eye, a thick, putrid, conceptual bile erupted. It was not fire or shadow, but a highly concentrated viral strain of pure Entropy Code.
This bile struck the dimensional warp, instantly beginning to erode the fabric of reality that separated the Wasting Vault from the Wonder World. The assault was silent, invisible, and immediate.
"The hunt is too easy," The Plague announced, turning his back on the breaking dimensional barrier. "Let us see if the new God King is resilient enough to heal himself when his very essence is beginning to rot."
The bile had found its entry point. The Plague was coming. Null had just learned to compress his power, but the general heading his way knew how to dissolve the power source completely.
End of chapter 75
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