Chapter 13
Corvus Glaive's entire body tensed.
The moment he saw the pitch-black energy forming in Lin Fan's palm, a sensation he had never felt before gripped his heart.
It wasn't pain.
It wasn't anger.
It was fear.
Not the kind of fear a warrior felt when facing a stronger opponent. Not the fear of defeat.
This was the fear of death.
True, permanent death.
Somewhere deep inside him, he just knew.
If that black energy touched him—
He would never return.
Corvus reacted instantly. His fingers clenched around his glaive, and in one fluid motion, he flung it away from himself.
A desperate gamble.
That weapon was the source of his immortality. As long as it remained intact, he could always return.
But Lin Fan had already moved.
Faster than thought. Faster than light.
The moment Corvus released his glaive—
Lin Fan's hand snatched it from the air.
His fingers curled around the ancient weapon, gripping it like it was nothing.
Then, he turned back to Corvus, his expression unreadable.
"You're out of tricks."
Corvus froze.
Lin Fan raised his free hand. The black energy flared, coiling around his fingertips.
Corvus lunged.
"Dark Nigh—!"
The words never finished.
A flash of pink light erupted across the throne room.
And Corvus Glaive—one of Thanos' most trusted warriors—was no longer there.
Where he once stood, a single cookie tumbled to the ground.
Silence.
Lin Fan crouched down, picking it up between two fingers. He studied it for a moment, then flicked it into his mouth.
He chewed once.
Then twice.
And it was over.
Corvus Glaive was gone.
No resurrection. No rebirth. No escape.
One of the most feared warriors in the universe… erased like a snack.
Lin Fan dusted off his hands, glancing at the glaive still in his grip.
"Too easy."
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The palace was dead silent.
The remaining soldiers froze in place.
Proxima Midnight's grip on her spear tightened.
Supergiant, watching from a distance, took a step back.
They had all known Corvus Glaive's secret.
His immortality was absolute—or so they had believed.
And yet, before their very eyes, he had been wiped from existence.
No corpse. No energy signature.
Nothing.
Lin Fan turned his gaze toward them.
"Who's next?"
The silence shattered.
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Proxima Midnight moved.
Her spear twitched—a motion so small, so precise, that it barely seemed like an attack at all.
But in that instant—
A sphere of absolute darkness materialized behind Lin Fan.
A perfect Space Annihilation Bomb.
It had not been thrown.
It had not been fired.
It had simply appeared.
A weapon that ignored time and space, manifesting directly at its target without a single wasted movement.
There had been no opening. No chance for Lin Fan to react.
And in the next second—
The world shattered.
The throne room rippled like broken glass, reality collapsing inward.
Space was folding in on itself, warping and twisting.
Then—
Boom.
A violent implosion.
Everything within a ten-meter radius was swallowed by the void.
Lin Fan was right in the center.
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From the shadows, Proxima Midnight watched.
Her heart pounded.
She had done it.
She had used the only weapon in existence capable of eliminating even Thanos.
A Space Annihilation Bomb.
Not an energy attack. Not a physical force.
This weapon erased space itself.
If caught in the blast, the victim wasn't killed—they were cut apart by reality and scattered across the universe.
Even if they survived, they would be lost forever.
Not even Thanos had dared to test its power.
And now, Lin Fan was gone.
Proxima took a deep breath, lowering her weapon.
"It's over," she whispered.
The Dark Quadrant was theirs again.
The nightmare had ended.
Or so she thought.
Then—
A sound.
A faint crackling noise.
A heartbeat later, a voice echoed through the throne room.
"You really thought that would work?"
The entire palace shook.
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