Episode 705
Zeke stared in awe at the sword in his hand, which was now radiating a brilliant light.
“What is this?”
The sword, once imbued with starlight, had merged with the divine sword Gram, transforming into something entirely new.
The true divine sword, forged with the essence of primordial light, had revealed itself—Excalibur, the promised sword of liberation.
A deep hum resonated as the sword unveiled its true form, its blade shimmering with a radiant glow, etched with dark waves.
A message appeared before Zeke’s eyes.
[“The Promised Sword of Liberation, Excalibur, recognizes the primordial power within the user.”]
[“The Promised Sword of Liberation acknowledges the user as its master.”]
[“Title acquired: Master of the Divine Sword.”]
The light emanating from Excalibur seeped into Zeke’s body.
[“The power of Excalibur enhances the user’s divine status.”]
[“The limitations on the unique ability ‘Infinite Regression’ are lifted.”]
[“The dormant unique ability ’???’ reacts to Excalibur’s power.”]
[“The unique ability ‘Wish’ of the primordial light is registered as the user’s unique ability.”]
“Wish, the unique ability of the primordial light?”
Zeke looked at the newly awakened power with a puzzled expression. The name “Wish” didn’t seem particularly special for a creator’s power.
But Metatron’s reaction was entirely different.
“How dare you!”
Metatron shouted at Zeke, his eyes blazing with fury.
“That power is mine! It’s not something a mere mortal should possess!”
From Metatron’s vehement outburst, Zeke realized that the reason Metatron sought the divine sword forged by the primordial light was to obtain this power, “Wish.”
Light poured from Metatron’s wings once more.
“Foolish mortal! You will pay for wielding a power you should never have touched!”
A sword of light formed in Metatron’s hand, and he swung it fiercely at Zeke.
A massive wave of light, capable of consuming everything, surged toward Zeke.
Instinctively, Zeke swung Excalibur at the oncoming light.
With a sharp slash, Metatron’s light was cleaved in two.
The explosion of light unleashed a storm, sweeping across the desolate continent and reducing the surrounding debris to dust.
Amidst the storm, Metatron’s voice boomed toward Zeke.
“Zeke Draker! No matter how you struggle, Ragnarok has already begun!”
Metatron raised his hand to the sky.
A thunderous roar echoed as a colossal light descended from the heavens.
The sky tore open, and from within, celestial beings began to pour down.
With the primordial light absorbed, the restrictions Zeke had left in place vanished, allowing the celestial beings to cross into the mortal realm freely.
Leading the heavenly legion, the celestial beings descended not only upon the desolate continent but spread across all lands.
Through the power of the unique domain Kaleidoscope, which he had absorbed from Mephistopheles, Zeke could see the devastation unfolding across the continents.
The northern, central, and southern continents, as well as the eastern lands, were being ravaged by the sudden invasion of the heavenly legion.
Even the gods of earth, forest, and sea emerged to stop them, but it was futile.
The power of the divine dragons alone was insufficient to halt the advancing celestial beings and the hundreds of thousands of the heavenly legion.
Before long, even the divine dragons were obliterated by the celestial beings, and the heavenly legion continued their relentless invasion.
Countless cities, including Atlas and Mycenae, burned, islands sank into the sea, and innumerable lives were lost.
In an instant, the civilization that had endured for millennia vanished.
The images of the collapsing mortal realm flowed into Zeke’s mind through the kaleidoscope.
His cherished connections in Mycenae, Atlas, and Himonas were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
All that remained were the remnants of cities turned to dust.
Above the crimson-stained sky, only the celestial beings and the vast heavenly legion hovered with an air of supremacy.
Zeke watched the horrific and desolate scene in silence.
Then Metatron spoke, looking down at Zeke.
“Do you see? I shall end this outdated era and usher in a new one.”
He pointed his sword of light at Zeke and shouted.
“Yet you still hold the primordial light! You are the greatest obstacle to creating a world where everyone can be happy!”
The sword of light in Metatron’s hand began to extend, transforming into a spear of light.
The spear emitted a resonant hum, its vibrations echoing across the desolate continent.
The ground cracked, and the earth surged upward.
The immense power resonating with the land enveloped Metatron, concentrating into the spear he held.
“Arrogant mortal! Receive divine punishment!”
Metatron unleashed a blinding light from his body and hurled the spear at Zeke.
The spear, resonating with the earth, flew toward Zeke with a deafening roar.
Zeke raised Excalibur to meet the oncoming spear of light.
A brilliant light erupted from Excalibur.
The primordial power concentrated within Excalibur.
Zeke stepped forward, swinging his sword at the spear of light Metatron had thrown.
Infinite Sword Technique: Final Form
Transcendent Skill
Galactic Annihilation
The sword strike from Zeke’s Excalibur cleaved through the spear of light.
The power of Excalibur was immense.
The spear of light was not only split in two, but the strike continued, slicing through Metatron, the sky, and even the heavenly legion beyond.
The sky, and the universe beyond, were split by Zeke’s sword.
“Ugh!”
Metatron, engulfed in light, clutched his chest where Zeke’s strike had cut through, retreating. Light poured from the wound, but it refused to heal.
The light emanating from Metatron’s body flickered as if trying to mend the wound, but the injury inflicted by Zeke’s sword remained.
Seeing this, Metatron shouted at Zeke in fury.
“Insignificant mortal! I will leave you with nowhere to stand!”
The ground began to tremble in resonance with Metatron’s power.
But this time, it was different.
Not only the desolate continent, but the entire land began to resonate.
The ground cracked, and molten lava erupted from beneath.
A storm threatened to blow everything away, the sky filled with purple storm clouds, and lightning rained down violently.
Zeke, witnessing all this through the kaleidoscope, realized that the Ragnarok he had once seen through the last sage, Siemens Apollyon, had become reality.
After everything crumbled, only the stage Metatron desired would remain.
Metatron, still clutching his unhealed wound, spoke to Zeke.
“No matter how you struggle, there is no place for you here.”
He reached out toward Zeke.
“Surrender the sword to me and embrace oblivion. Only then will you be spared eternal suffering.”
Zeke shook his head at Metatron’s words.
“Foolish, Metatron.”
He raised Excalibur, looking at Metatron.
“If you thought destroying everything would break my spirit, you are gravely mistaken.”
With Excalibur in hand, Zeke retrieved something from his inventory.
It was none other than the Philosopher’s Stone.
Metatron, who had been slightly tense at Zeke’s words, laughed at the sight of the stone.
“What use is that trinket made by mortals?”
Zeke smirked, pulling one corner of his mouth into a grin, and focused his power into the Philosopher’s Stone.
The primordial light’s foundational power concentrated into the stone, emitting a mystical glow.
The light enveloped Zeke and seeped into Excalibur.
Realizing the unusual light, Metatron finally reacted with alarm, summoning his radiance once more.
Metatron conjured dozens of spears of light, hovering in the air, and shouted at Zeke.
“What on earth are you doing? Stop it right now!”
At those words, Zeke shook his head once more.
“It’s too late.”
Zeke amplified the power of the Philosopher’s Stone, awakened by the primal force. Then, he activated his newly acquired unique ability, Wish.
[The Philosopher’s Stone reacts to the user’s unique ability, Wish.]
[The amplified power responds to the user’s Wish.]
[The user’s Wish reacts to the unique ability, Infinite Regression.]
Rumble!
The space around Zeke began to distort. Metatron, caught off guard by the mysterious force, hurled spears of radiant light.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of spears, each capable of destroying a continent, flew toward Zeke. Yet, Zeke did not cease the activation of his power.
[The power of Infinite Regression is enhanced by the amplified force.]
[The user’s Wish exerts a strong influence.]
Rumble!
The distortion surrounding Zeke’s body grew larger, spreading outward. Watching the distortion unfold, Metatron shouted in disbelief.
“You, you can’t be serious!”
[An irreversible, promised power is activated by the user’s Wish.]
[Time reverses.]
With the message, the spatial distortion rapidly expanded across the entire continent.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Within the distorted realm, the world’s time began to flow backward. Zeke was using the Philosopher’s Stone to amplify his power, aiming to return to a time before Ragnarok occurred.
As time rewound, Zeke pinpointed the moment he desired: when Arthur Draker, the King in Yellow, emerged from the final tower’s rift. He halted the reversal at that precise moment.
Suddenly, the entire realm was engulfed in a blinding light.
“Huh?”
Nabu snapped back to consciousness, feeling a wave of dizziness as he collapsed onto the ark. He wasn’t the only one affected; other members of the High Table and the demon princesses also staggered, overwhelmed by the influx of future memories.
“Ugh!”
The sudden rush of information left them in excruciating pain, unable to fully regain their senses. Only Nigel managed to remain upright, her mind clear. After a moment of organizing her thoughts, she opened her eyes wide and spoke.
“Zeke… he brought us all back.”
Astonishingly, it wasn’t just Zeke who had regressed. Everyone in the realm had returned with memories of the future.
Barely regaining his composure, Nabu looked at Nigel and said, “Ugh, my head’s killing me. What happened? We were all killed by that light…”
Muttering to himself, Nabu rushed to the ark’s control orb, checking the date and the state of affairs.
“This is insane, we’ve really gone back in time! I can’t believe it! Zeke, you pulled off a miracle!”
As his words sank in, others began to gather their wits and stand. They, too, found it hard to believe they had escaped death and returned to the past.
Nigel’s calm voice cut through the disbelief. “We need to stay focused. We’ve only gone back in time; our enemies haven’t disappeared…”
At that moment, a flash of light erupted outside the ark.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A powerful barrage of light rained down on the ark and the allied forces, threatening to obliterate them once more. But just as the light was about to strike, it halted and dissipated.
Nigel, looking outside the ark, shouted loudly, “Zeke!”
There stood Zeke, wielding Excalibur and clad in the armor of Theia, the goddess, before the ark.