Chapter 19: The Prime God’s Decision
The world itself held its breath.
The battlefield was no longer just a warzone—it was the stage upon which fate itself was being rewritten.
Rheon stood in the center of it all. Around him, the Archons lay in ruins, their once-absolute forms reduced to flickering remnants of the System's desperation. The sky above, once golden with divine authority, had turned black, as if the very heavens were in mourning for what had been lost.
And beyond that sky—the gods watched.
For the first time in eternity, the Prime God of the System had spoken.
"…What are you?"
Its words were not spoken in wrath. Not in judgment.
But in doubt.
Rheon tilted his head, his expression unreadable.
"What am I?" he repeated, as if testing the question. Then, after a long moment, he whispered, "The beginning of your end."
The moment the words left his lips, reality cracked.
The System's Last Stand
The Prime God reacted.
A pulse of divine will crashed down from the heavens, shaking the world itself. The broken remains of the Archons rose once more, but they were no longer just warriors of the System.
They were fused together, merged into a single, towering entity. A colossus of law and judgment, its body composed of shifting golden light and endless gears, every inch of it forged from the System's last remnants.
It was no longer an enforcer.
It was no longer an executioner.
It was the final decree of the gods.
Hadric stepped back, his voice shaking. "That's… no longer just an Archon."
Elara's eyes widened. "It's the System's will given form."
Lorien whispered, "It's their last chance to erase him."
The Prime God's voice echoed across existence.
"Correction will be enforced."
And the colossus moved.
Rheon vs. The System's Will
It swung its arm, a strike that carried the weight of universal law.
A decree that could not be dodged, blocked, or resisted.
A judgment that had erased thousands before him.
It reached Rheon—
And stopped.
Not because of a barrier.
Not because of a counterattack.
But because, the moment it touched him—
It ceased to exist.
A silence followed.
Hadric's breath hitched. "No… That's not possible."
Elara's hand covered her mouth. "He didn't block it. He didn't break it. He—"
Lorien finished the sentence, his voice hollow.
"…He erased the concept of the attack itself."
The colossus, the last hope of the System, staggered. Its massive body flickered, its form becoming unstable.
It tried to attack again—
But the moment it moved, its entire left arm vanished.
Not destroyed. Not severed.
Deleted.
Rheon slowly exhaled, his eyes glowing with something beyond power.
"You still don't understand," he murmured, stepping forward. "You're trying to fight me within your laws. Your rules."
He raised his hand.
"This world doesn't run by your rules anymore."
He clenched his fist.
And the colossus—
The System's last creation—
Ceased to exist.
The Fall of the System
The world shook.
The sky tore apart.
Every remaining trace of the System's authority began to unravel, the once-perfect order collapsing in on itself. Notifications flickered and vanished, the golden threads of fate that had guided this world for eternity snapping one by one.
The gods above watched in silence.
Hadric, Elara, and Lorien could only stare, their bodies frozen as they witnessed something unimaginable.
The System—an entity that had ruled since the dawn of time—
Was dying.
And the one who had killed it stood at the center of it all.
Rheon looked up—toward the heavens, toward the gods who had once ruled over him, judged him, tried to erase him.
And he smiled.
"Now," he whispered, "it's your turn."
And with those words—
He ascended.
Ascension to the Forbidden Realm
As Rheon's words echoed across the collapsing world, a shift occurred—one so vast, so all-encompassing, that even the gods felt it.
The air around him rippled, turning weightless, as though gravity itself had begun to question its purpose in his presence.
Then—he vanished.
Not teleported. Not transported.
He simply ceased to exist in this realm.
Hadric staggered, his legs giving out beneath him. "Where… where did he go?"
Elara clutched her staff, her eyes wide with something beyond fear—awe. "He didn't just leave this world."
Lorien whispered, his voice trembling.
"…He left the System's reality entirely."
And above them—
In the realm where only gods could tread—
Rheon arrived.
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The Realm of the Divine
There was no sky.
No ground.
Only an endless expanse of shifting colors—golden threads weaving in and out of existence, spirals of energy forming realities within realities.
And at the center of it all—the Pantheon.
A throne carved from the first concept of power itself stood at the heart of this realm. Around it, figures beyond mortal comprehension watched as Rheon materialized before them.
The gods did not speak immediately.
For the first time in eternity, they were unsure.
Until, at last, the Prime God—the highest among them, the one who had ruled over existence since the beginning—rose from its throne.
Its voice was no longer filled with absolute authority.
It was measured. Careful.
"…You should not be here."
Rheon smiled.
"I know."
And he stepped forward.
The Pantheon flinched.
Beings who had never known fear, who had shaped reality with mere thoughts, stepped back.
Because the one before them—
No longer belonged to their design.
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The Death of a God
One among them, a deity wrapped in shifting light, acted first.
They raised a hand—
A single gesture that could unmake stars, that had once reset civilizations, that had rewritten the laws of existence itself.
And yet—
When they tried to invoke their power, when they tried to command reality to erase Rheon—
Nothing happened.
Their own divinity failed them.
And in that instant, Rheon moved.
His form blurred—not speed, but something beyond it, as if time itself had surrendered to him.
A heartbeat later—he stood before the god.
His hand touched their chest.
And the god screamed.
Not in pain.
In horror.
Because, for the first time in eternity—
They felt mortal.
They felt small.
They felt fear.
And as Rheon whispered his next words—
The god ceased to exist.
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The War Begins
The silence that followed was absolute.
The Pantheon—the gods who had ruled since the dawn of time—realized the truth.
This was not a rebellion.
This was not a battle for power.
This was not a mortal reaching beyond his station.
This was extinction.
The Prime God clenched its hands into fists.
"Enough."
Reality shook.
The very concept of existence began to warp.
The throne at the center of the Pantheon glowed, releasing a power that had never been needed before. The true might of the gods.
The will of creation itself.
And yet—
Rheon simply smiled.
He looked upon them not as a challenger.
Not as an enemy.
But as something above them.
And then, in a voice so calm, so absolute, so inevitable, he spoke.
"Your time is over."
And with those words—
The war for divinity began.