System: Daily login!!, jackpot on the first day!!!-Chapter 340 - - Concept Of Death

Taufik's body turns ashen, like a statue of forgotten divinity, with cracks along his skin glowing faintly with eerie white light, with a cloak almost resembling the mist of the underworld, moving unnaturally even without wind.

His eyes become void-like, with a dim silver glow inside, reflecting the abyss of nothingness.

His hair turns an ethereal silver, subtly shifting between solid and spectral as if fading from existence.

A presence that should not exist.

A figure wrapped in unraveling fate.

A Reaper Born from Concept.

The battlefield trembled, not from power, but from inevitability because what Taufik had just accepted was not strength.

It was the end of something. Of someone.

And Vassago, the one who saw all futures, did not see this.

The war was no longer just a battle. It was now a reckoning.

Aksara stumbled back, his grip on his Ninjato tightening as his instincts screamed at him.

Erelythe's cold gaze flickered. Recognition. Not of a power she knew, but of a force she had once embodied.

A presence that walked not with destruction, but with the certainty of oblivion.

And the Twelve Dukes of Vassago… For the first time, they hesitated.

Taufik stepped forward.

His movement was slow, but the battlefield itself reacted. The very concept of motion shifted around him as if the world struggled to decide whether he was stepping forward… or ceasing to be.

And then, Vassago spoke.

"…What have you done, Defiant?"

His voice, which had once echoed with certainty, now carried something else. Not fear, Not anger, But doubt.

But Taufik said nothing, Instead, the cracks along his skin pulsed.

And the battlefield answered.

The air eroded around him, Not breaking, not shattering, but simply ceasing to exist.

The mist-like cloak that surrounded him flowed outward, tendrils of silent death bleeding into the battlefield, Where it touched, the demons did not die.

They were erased. No screams, No corpses, They were simply gone.

The Primal Wraiths, the Shadow Colossi, and the Eclipsed Hunters did not flinch because they knew Their Master had changed.

They no longer fought as warriors of the Shadow Realm but fought as extensions of the inevitable, Death.

At this, Vassago's gaze narrowed; this was not a new concept; this was not the evolution of the Shadow Realm.

This was something else, Something outside of the cycle.

A force not of decay, not of entropy but of absolute cessation.

And then.

The First Duke Fell. Bathin, the Endless Walker.

One moment, he existed, the next, he did not, Not slain, Not consumed; his Simply vanished from Existence.

Not even Vassago could see where he had gone.

And that was when the truth settled in: this was not just Death; this was the True End, an end that every Immortal being feared.

And it was coming for them.

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Aksara's breath hitched.

His father, no, the being that stood where his father had been, turned his head slightly.

His void-like eyes settled on him, and for a single moment, Aksara felt it.

A pull, a whisper, as if his very existence was being acknowledged… As something that could cease to be.

He tightened his grip on his Ninjato, this wasn't possession, this wasn't corruption, this was Taufik, but it was something more, something beyond.

And if that was the case, then he would not hesitate.

Because Taufik was still his father and if his father was going to walk this path, Aksara would carve his own beside him.

No matter where it led.

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Sensing the shift in the battlefield, Vassago Moved.

Vassago had witnessed countless futures, yet none had shown him this. A force beyond the cycle, beyond fate, beyond even his own sight.

Bathin had ceased to exist. Not slain. Not banished. Just simply gone, and if one of the Twelve Dukes could be erased so effortlessly… Then the rest would follow.

Vassago had made a gamble, playing the long game, twisting fate, corrupting Gaia itself to lay claim to Earth. But now, in the final moments, he saw the truth.

Even if he won this battle, even if he shattered this world, he had awakened something he did not understand.

And that was unacceptable.

Vassago moved.

His colossal form, a shadow that stretched beyond reason, twisted and coiled, merging with the dying Earth's Core.

Then, the earth itself howled, splitting further, and then, within The Earth's core, The Corrupted Gaia Eyes opened up.

The final stage of Gaia's corruption was complete, and with it, Earth's destruction was certain.

Aksara barely had time to process what was happening before the ground beneath them convulsed, cracks widening as pure, eldritch darkness bled into the world.

Erelythe's expression remained unreadable, but her stance shifted. She knew what this meant.

Taufik, however, simply watched.

Even as Gaia twisted. Even as the battlefield spiraled into chaos. Even as Vassago's remaining forces began to fall back.

"…He's retreating?"

Aksara asks, his voice held disbelief.

Erelythe's gaze did not leave Vassago's shifting form, answering Aksara's questions.

"No... He's abandoning this world"

And it was true, The remnants of the Twelve Dukes, wounded, broken, but still powerful, moved in unison.

Barbatos, silent as always, raised his hand. A pulse of hellfire and corruption surged outward, forming a vast sigil in the air.

A gateway.

The remaining Fallen Generals, the Abyssborn Beasts, the Legion of the Twisting Fates, all who still lived began their retreat.

This was no act of desperation, This was a strategic withdrawal.

They would not waste themselves fighting a force they did not yet comprehend.

They would return to Hell, regroup, adapt, and prepare.

Vassago's voice rang out once more, echoing through the battlefield.

"This battle is over"

His words carried no frustration. No rage, only cold, calculating certainty. Then said again.

"... I have seen enough... For now, Defiant… You may keep this dying world"

And with that, the last of his forces vanished into the abyss.

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Aksara took a step forward, his breath ragged, his eyes locked onto the shifting mass of corruption that had once been Gaia, his mother.

The world trembled beneath them, the last remnants of its stability crumbling as dark tendrils of Corrupted Gaia's presence twisted through the battlefield.

He had to do something.

But before he could move any closer, a firm grip caught his wrist.

Taufik, his father had now returned to his usual form, though his body still bore faint traces of what he had become.

The cracks along his skin had faded, the eerie glow dimmed, and yet, there was something different.

A weight in his presence, a quiet sorrow in his gaze.

Aksara turned to him, frustration flaring. Then said.

"LET ME GO!!"

But Taufik didn't loosen his grip.

"No... "

Hearing his father's answers, Aksara's fingers tightened around his Ninjato, his muscles tensed with barely restrained emotion.

"She's still there... I can feel her. MY MOTHER IS SUFFERING! FATHER, LET ME GO!"

Aksara said, raising his voice, however, Taufik's expression was unreadable, but his eyes held something heavy.

"I know"

Taufik said, his voice was quiet and steady, but beneath it was an ache Aksara had never heard before.

"But if you go now, you'll be swallowed by it"

Hearing this, Aksara clenched his teeth. Then said.

"Then what are we supposed to do? Just stand here while she-"

"I'll find a way"

The words were simple, but they carried the weight of an unbreakable vow.

Aksara faltered. There was something in the way his Father said it, something absolute.

The battlefield continued to crumble around them, but in the midst of it all, Taufik closed his eyes.

'System… Is there a way to save Gaia without having to hurt her?'

Taufik asked the System; There was a pause before the System's answers echoed in his mind.

[DING]

[There is, Master]

'... What?'

[Cut the connection to the Earth's Core.]

Taufik's eyes snapped open.

The answer was so simple. And yet, so incredibly dangerous.

Gaia's corruption was rooted in the Earth's Core.

If he severed that connection, she could be freed, but at what cost? The Earth itself was already on the brink of collapse.

[Master, if Gaia was freed from the corruption doesn't mean that the destruction of the earth can be stopped, but only worsened]

'... Is there's any solution?'

[Create a new one]

'A new one?'

[Yes, New Earth's Core, with Master magic, it's possible... But there is a slight problem if the Master does decide to create a new Earth Core]

'What's the problem?'

[In addition to the Master becoming the Aboriginal Being of Earth replacing Gaia, the new Earth Core also requires...]

"..."

Hearing what the System said, Taufik could only remain silent, but there was no hesitation in his heart.

He had already made his decision, he tightened his grip on Aksara's wrist, meeting his son's gaze once more.

"Aksara"

Taufik said firmly. Then continued.

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"We're going to save her... Together"

Hearing that, Aksara's breath caught, the fire in his eyes dimming slightly.

"... But there's one thing that I need you to promise me... Later, no matter what happens, You must listen to my orders, and not refuse, okay?"

Hearing that, even though he had doubts about what the "order" that his father had said was, Aksara still nodded his head.

And so, amidst the crumbling world, father and son prepared to defy fate once more time.

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