Chapter 447: The Great Invasion of the Dark Multiverse
Trapped on the Wall of Origin, Perpetua showed no warmth upon seeing the arrival of the Celestial Host.
If it weren't for the Celestial Host's daunting origins and background, the other Origin-level beings hiding within the layered multiverse would likely have long joined forces to wipe them out.
Stating their intentions directly, the Celestial Host made it clear: they could help Perpetua escape from the Wall of Origin.
Upon hearing this, she agreed without hesitation.
Of course, Perpetua wasn't the only one trapped—Uxas' father, Yuga Khan, was another.
But they all shared the same desire.
How could beings of Origin-level willingly endure imprisonment on a mere wall? None of them had any sort of masochistic tendencies.
"The legions of the Dark Multiverse, heed my call—begin the invasion…"
At that same moment, the Four Chaos Mongers heard a voice echoing from beyond the stars.
They immediately rallied the Chaos Demons to construct a trans-multiversal teleportation altar.
…
'Beep. Unknown interference detected. Tenth profession slot unlocked.'
'Available professions: Transcendent Wargod, Tyrant of Time, Walker of Chaos.'
'Ultimate profession panel unlocked. Selecting a tenth profession will allow integration into an Ultimate Profession.'
…
"Tch… This dumbass author must've hit a wall and wants me to fast-track the plot."
"I'll take Tyrant of Time."
Rubbing his chin, Allen made his choice.
Mostly because the name sounded badass. As for the profession description? He never bothered reading those.
Right on cue, the system notification popped up again.
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'Host's profession confirmed.'
'Analyzing Ultimate Profession…'
'Ultimate Professions: Source of Catastrophe, Lord of Order, Embodiment of Time.'
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[Character]: Allen
[Profession]: Lv.0 Embodiment of Time
[Skills]
All Professions Compilation: The host retains all skills obtained from previous professions.
Authority of Time: You are now the embodiment of time. The passage of years will leave no trace on you.
Divine Light of Time: You can grant or strip the life span of any target with a mortality limit.
Time Puppet Lv.0: Summon a puppet incarnation from the River of Time. It possesses 50% of your power and increases in number as you level up.
Time Domain Lv.0: Modify the flow of time within your domain, with increasing control as your level rises.
Time Divinity: Enter a symbolic state. All attacks except those tied to time cannot lock onto you.
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As Allen carefully read through his profession panel, Hela suddenly noticed something unusual.
In that instant, she felt that the eccentric man before her had transformed into something entirely different.
As though… he had transcended from man to god.
This realization shocked her deeply.
It wasn't unheard of for mortals to become gods—but to ascend with no warning or buildup was simply beyond belief.
What's more, Hela could tell that Allen was still a fair distance away from godhood. And yet…
"Oh-ho… I'm basically an ultimate freak now."
With a flick of his hair and a pull through the void, Allen summoned an exact duplicate of himself out of thin air.
The two locked eyes and smiled, then simultaneously activated their Time Domains.
Allen's main body accelerated to ten times the normal time flow. With the puppet's fivefold rate, they reached a combined flow of fifteen times normal speed.
Moving like afterimages, their bodies flickered across space, leaving the onlookers completely dumbfounded.
"Time manipulation?!"
Even Hela couldn't help but be shaken.
Many divine beings command the laws of space, but those who wield time are exceedingly rare.
And most of those who claim mastery over time only skim its surface. They're powerful enough to bully mortals but their so-called control falls flat against fellow gods.
True time mastery—such as forging a time-based divinity—was on another level entirely.
Less than an hour later, Allen finished repairing the mothership.
"Everyone aboard. We're pulling out."
"Shitbucket, pilot the ship toward the battlefield."
"Yes, Master."
Upon sensing unknown interference, Allen grew faintly irritable.
Normally, when entering a dungeon, things proceeded smoothly and he cleared them with ease.
But now, it felt like some ominous force loomed ahead. The enemies, he suspected, wouldn't be ordinary. He needed to take this seriously.
Wang Byrne, once a Space Marine, was well-versed in mothership operation and knew the battlefield coordinates by heart.
…
Terra.
The central world of the Human Imperium.
BOOM!
Figures in tight combat suits tore through the planet's orbital defenses with a single strike.
The Dark Multiverse's Superman Legion had descended.
Each one was a twisted, evil version of Clark Kent, summoned across dimensions by Perpetua's will.
"Protect the Emperor! Slay the invaders!"
Regent Guilliman raised his bolter high, leading the Emperor's elite Custodes in a charge against the enemy.
However, thousands of Supermen grinned cruelly in unison.
Their eyes lit up with searing beams of heat.
Thousands of heat rays surged toward the Space Marines.
In an instant, the intense temperatures melted through their ceramic-metal power armor.
These warriors—once supreme, once contemptuous of all other cosmic races—were annihilated before even landing a blow.
Within the grand and sacred Imperial Palace…
The Emperor of Mankind—the one true god of humanity—suddenly opened his eyes.
His irises had vanished, replaced entirely by a blinding white glow, devoid of all humanity. In its place remained only cold, divine indifference.
For millennia, the Emperor had received the faith of trillions. It was more than enough to ascend into an immortal god.
And yet he had never done so, always choosing to guide humanity as one of their own.
But now, he had no choice.
He had to protect Terra. Protect his people.
As the invaders stepped into the palace, the Emperor drew the sword beside the Golden Throne.
"Heretics from beyond—death is your only fate!"
But the battle wasn't limited to Terra.
Batmen legions. Wonder Woman legions. Iron Man legions. Thor legions…
The well-known heroes of countless worlds—now full-fledged apocalyptic villains in the Dark Multiverse—had gathered to overthrow the Human Imperium.
All for one goal: to find a specific human.
As Perpetua's armies ravaged the Human Empire, Allen led his private security force to various colony planets.
Thanks to his undead legions, he didn't even need to lift a finger.
"Ultimate professions are just busted. Cleared out so many orcs and barely hit level 50."
But unlocking new skills in the Ultimate Profession was no easy task. It wasn't until level 50 that he unlocked a new ability.
Casket of Time.
A storage skill resembling a coffin—capable of sealing anything, even living beings, within the River of Time, to be retrieved at will.
Throughout all this—
Allen didn't sit idle. He began retrofitting the newly acquired mothership.
Like a massive vacuum cleaner, it swept up corpses from the battlefield to serve as materials.
Naturally, the Dark Legions' movements didn't escape his notice either.
Roooar…
The second 21st-tier bone dragon was born—an Abyssal Ancestor Dragon, whose strength rivaled even Ancestral Chaos Dragons.
"Just about time to join the main battlefield."
Looking at the twenty-one modified motherships dispatched to various colony fronts, Allen remained on one of the flagships, coordinating from a distance, mainly focused on clearing alien enemies.
Each ship was assigned 5,000 undead skeletons.
Even the weakest among them were at Tier 15, easily one-shotting enemy commanders. It was nothing short of a complete and utter massacre.