"Kyle, how was it?"

In a giant throne room filled with radiant light and divine brilliance, an angel, its face and body obscured spoke to the Quasi Rank 4 angel who had just entered.

Hearing this, Kyle bowed slightly.

"He escaped, but I placed the curse on him. He wasn't anything close to Rank 4, so he should die soon," Kyle responded.

"That's good…" The being paused before continuing.

"It seems these new demons are far stronger than we expected. And he… he is an anomaly. A Quasi Rank 4, yet less than a million years old."

Kyle's expression shifted slightly.

"He is strong…" Kyle whispered.

"But he's dead now," she added, reassuringly.

"You did well. For now, you may withdraw from the angel and demon war if you wish, or continue. The choice is yours," the being said.

"Thank you, Adjoint…" Kyle crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke, then stood and left.

"Heh…"

"Why would I pass up the chance to kill even more demons?" Kyle grinned.

She took off, heading toward the main battlefield, her aura flaring wildly as the other angels turned to look at her.

---

Back at the multi-universe…

Suddenly, everyone felt chills run through their bodies as they watched Void swallow the multi-universe.

This was insane.

This was not what anyone expected. Even when they saw Void shrinking the multi-universe, they had only hoped he would absorb its energy bit by bit.

But now…

Void felt the full force of a multi-universe collapsing into pure energy inside his body.

His entire form trembled violently.

His body spasmed as his scales cracked open, blood pouring out.

His aura fluctuated and dropped as he felt, for a moment, disconnected from everything.

He could see the worried expressions of some of his slaves… the shock… the disbelief.

He could even see himself—his body convulsing, scales shattering, wounds reopening.

Space trembled.

The first layer cracked open… then the second… the third… the fourth…

Laws twisted and reformed as they were torn apart and remolded.

Elements answered his call, bowing and trembling as Void returned to his body.

When he broke through to Rank 3, he had seen that different state of existence—consciousness.

From it, he understood that this was where realities and existence originated.

But this time…

He went deeper.

His consciousness, soul, and body merged into one.

Why were Rank 4 beings called Omniversal?

Why could they destroy a multi-universe so easily?

Why were they so terrifying?

Because it was no longer about physical strength.

They meddled with reality itself.

What they declared became truth.

Falsehood could be rewritten into reality—not just within a single universe, but across an entire multi-universe.

Their mere presence commanded existence.

Rank 3 was the beginning…

But Rank 4 was the pinnacle.

Even Rank 5 beings acknowledged them.

At this stage, they were no longer mere pawns of existence…

They had become players.

They planned.

They manipulated.

They rewrote past and present.

They used Rank 3 beings as tools.

Their battles could alter the direction of existence itself.

They were calm. Calculated. Absolute.

They no longer feared death.

They did not tire.

They could use multi-universes as resources, create realities, influence parallel worlds, and traverse dimensions freely.

Only they could create civilizations beyond Level 5.

They could birth entire races.

This…

Was the peak.

The absolute peak for most beings.

Very few ever surpassed Rank 4.

And Void…

Void had just stepped into this realm—

At less than a million years old.

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"Hahaha… even the Abyss acknowledges me!" Void laughed wildly as his eyes flared with blinding light.

His wounds began to heal as his aura surged.

Doom…

Void's slaves felt their hearts tremble as they instinctively stepped back.

They were witnessing the birth of a Rank 4 being.

Years passed in what felt like mere moments as Void's body was refined again and again.

His size increased drastically.

So did his control over Origin.

Without a doubt, he had stepped into an entirely new level of existence.

His soul was baptized by Origin.

His consciousness expanded multiple times over.

He had become whole.

An infinite surge of energy coursed through him.

His previous self…

Felt like nothing more than dust.

Something he could erase with a single thought.

Was this… the power of Rank 4?

And then he realized something else—

He felt… detached.

His true body could no longer exist here.

(Ding, Host has broken through to Rank 4.)

The notification echoed.

After what felt like eternity, it was over.

Void opened his eyes as new knowledge flooded his mind.

He had reached that realm.

A realm where his true body could not remain in the first layer of space.

Only a projection less than 1% of his true power could exist there.

At this moment, Void's real body resided in the raw sixth layer of space.

The one present here…

Was merely a projection.

And even that…

Caused space itself to tremble.

"Master… you did it?" Junie asked excitedly, her face full of joy.

But as she looked at him…

Void felt like a terrifying predator.

And at the same time…

Like he wasn't there at all.

Like a higher-dimensional being descending into a lower world—

A god.

Origin gathered around Void automatically.

Laws bowed before him, while the elements formed a protective force field around his body.

His demon form felt overwhelmingly oppressive… yet strangely out of reach.

Alayot's mind raced.

Was this… Rank 4?

Their hearts felt like they were lodged in their throats, yet at the same time… they felt nothing.

It was difficult—very difficult to explain.

---

"Congratulations, Master," Linkir said.

She was the most shocked.

At Quasi Rank 4, she had believed she wasn't that far behind Void. Yet after his breakthrough, she felt like nothing more than a speck of dust before him.

The gap… was simply too vast.

And if Linkir had known that this was merely a projection—less than 1% of Void's true power, while his real body resided in the sixth layer of space…

She might have completely lost her composure.

"Congratulations, Master…"

The rest of Void's slaves echoed.

Void smiled.

"Hahaha… good, good. I've broken through to Rank 4," he laughed.

In the next moment

He moved.

Appearing before all of them simultaneously.

Or rather…

Six versions of him appeared at once, each holding his chin thoughtfully.

With a single glance, he could see everything.

Their true strength.

Their limits.

The paths they could take to grow stronger.

Every weakness… laid bare before him.

He didn't know how...

But this was what it meant to be Rank 4.

He still didn't fully understand his own power…

Yet even this alone—

Was it not already overwhelming?

More than that…

He could see their threads of fate.

And he could tamper with them.

At Rank 3, beings fused their past, present, and future into one—preventing others from killing their past selves and erasing them entirely.

But Void…

Void could see all of it.

Past.

Present.

Future.

The moment his gaze settled on them, their merged existence separated—laid open before him.

And that was when Void truly realized it.

This was no longer about raw destructive power.

They had stepped into something far greater—

The fundamental…

Metaphysical layer of existence.