The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 285: Descent Of The Terrors

Erebus was one of the first generation of Old Gods who had lived for countless years, even before Zeus came into existence.

He was easily one of the strongest gods in the entire lower pantheon, and his strongest attack was known as the Darkness Dimension of Absolution.

It was an attack where the target’s entire existence would be swallowed by darkness, imprisoning them within a prison made of a dark dimension.

The target would be completely restrained and then disintegrated by countless attacks of darkness, leaving not a single fragment behind.

The only way to escape this attack was to overpower the Darkness Dimension with overwhelming power, and it had to be absolute.

Inside the Darkness Dimension, most powers or abilities would not function unless they were too powerful for the dimension itself to contain.

There was also another, easier way to escape the Dark Dimension.

This involved countering the attack with opposing divine concepts, such as the divine concept of light or illumination.

But that alone would not be enough to overpower the full-powered attack of Erebus, one of the oldest gods in existence.

One would need to have made considerable progress in their divine concepts to stand a chance.

This was one of the reasons the god of darkness, Erebus, attempted to ambush Damian in the first place.

He believed that even if the Emperor possessed immense physical strength and elemental power, he was still a mortal.

There was no way Damian could resist a full-powered attack based on the divine concept of darkness, especially after being caught by surprise.

Erebus knew how monstrously powerful Damian’s damage output was. He simply failed to comprehend the true extent of it.

"This can’t be happening. I’m the original god of darkness. How can a mortal break through my attack? How can a mortal use divine concepts?"

He watched in horror as the Darkness Dimension he had created to trap and kill Damian shattered like a mirror, breaking into countless fragments before vanishing into nothingness.

Damian reappeared on the scorched land, where Zeus was still writhing in agony under the [Sacred Flames of Torment], and Ares lay on the ground with his arms ripped out and his head crushed into shards of bone and flesh soaked in golden blood.

He was still alive, but no longer regenerating.

Damian’s attention shifted toward a lone god dressed entirely in black, with long black hair, floating in the air and staring at him with a dark, terrified expression.

"I told you you were a fucking disappointment. I’m not calling you a disappointment because you’re weaker than me, but because your mind is so feeble. If you had truly assumed your role as one of the original gods of the Greek pantheon, none of this would have happened."

Damian raised his hand as he spoke in the same grave tone that sent a chill down the spines of all those present.

"And if you and the others had done your jobs properly, I wouldn’t have had to devour so many gods."

At the same time he spoke, his arm rose and pointed toward the sky.

The heavens immediately began to be shrouded in a blood-red aura, which condensed above his head before shooting upward.

When the energy released from his hand reached a certain height, it exploded like a nuclear bomb.

Instead of causing destruction, the power spread outward, covering the entire sky.

In an instant, the once-blue heavens were painted crimson, as if submerged in a sea of blood.

The very next second, it was as though a season had changed.

Upon the ground, a vast sea of blood, or a blood-red substance, manifested out of nothing.

Everything was tinted in thick crimson, exuding an ominous, eerie atmosphere, as though something deadly or ghastly could occur at any moment.

"Since you tried to kill me in your darkness dimension," Damian said coldly, as though stating an unchangeable fact, "I decided I would do the same to you. The only difference between your attack and mine is that mine will kill you, and all the other gods and goddesses I have deemed unworthy."

The gods and goddesses Damian had judged as unworthy suddenly found themselves dragged inside this dimension.

Only those marked for death were pulled in.

The rest remained behind in the Great Hall of the Gods, or at least where it once stood before the devastation caused by Damian’s humiliation of the divine.

"What...?"

"T-This..."

"This is a specialized dimension..."

"He brought us into a specialized dimension. We have to escape."

As the cold truth dawned on them, several of Zeus’s loyal gods and goddesses attempted to flee the dimension Damian had created to devour them. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

They used magic, opened portals, and tried to carve paths into their own specialized dimensions.

They even invoked their full divine authority to tear open a passage to the outside.

Every attempt failed miserably.

It was as if the blood-red dimension they were trapped in rejected their very existence.

"You fools," Damian’s voice echoed. "Struggle as much as you like. There is no escape. This is where everything ends, where you will be devoured."

His figure rose into the sky as a ruinous, murderous aura unfurled around him, responding to his boundless killing intent.

As if answering his declaration, the blood-red sea beneath them began to ripple violently.

A crimson moon suddenly appeared in the sky, gazing down upon the pitiful gods.

In the next instant, a brief, unnatural silence fell.

Then, countless figures rose from the blood-red sea, as though the blood itself had been given form.

Hordes upon hordes of grotesque beings emerged, each lacking a definite shape or size. Some were colossal, others small.

Some resembled warped beasts and monsters, while others possessed writhing tentacles, hundreds of eyes, and countless mouths.

Jagged teeth glistened everywhere.

A few appeared as nothing more than distorted shapes, nightmares given life, horrors torn directly from the abyss.

These grotesque, horrible, incomprehensible, and fearful beings released eerie noises that made even the gods gulp in fear.

The only thing occupying their minds was the sight of their worst nightmares coming to life before them.

It was terror.

It was as if everything that could ever be described as horror or fear had manifested right in front of them.

"Be aware of the terrors of my blood," Damian’s voice echoed coldly. "They don’t care who the fuck you are. They will sink their teeth into you all the same."

His words briefly snapped the gods and goddesses out of their paralyzed state.

They turned to look at him, and their eyes widened in sheer shock and horror.

The human appearance Damian once had was gone.

In its place stood a being countless times more dreadful than the terrors rising from the Red Sea.

His form had transformed into something utterly incomprehensible, beyond even imagination.

It was as if he were the manifestation of everything they feared deep within their cores.

They felt an invisible force tightening around their golden hearts.

"AAHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Kill me... I beg you..."

"Please... stop..."

In the next instant, all the gods collapsed to their knees, overwhelmed by unimaginable fear.

The countless blood-made beings of terror surged forward, devouring them piece by piece, gnawing into divine flesh like wolves feasting upon helpless prey.

The gods had no will left to resist.

Their lifeless bodies surrendered as they were consumed.

Back in the Greek Pantheon.

Damian suddenly appeared once more, standing within his celestial phoenix base.

His silvery hair, similar to Valentina’s and Victoria’s, was uncombed and messy, reaching his shoulders.

His reddish-pink eyes glowed differently depending on the angle, carrying an otherworldly presence.

"Husband~ did you take them to your own specialized dimension?" Freya asked, smiling cutely as she cradled little Eden in her arms.

"Yes," Damian replied with a smile, leaning in to kiss her.

He then glanced at Eden and gently kissed her head.

Warmth filled his heart as he watched how his daughters were growing closer to their mothers, old and new alike.

"What did you do with them, little brother?" Grace asked as she leaped into his arms, burying her face against his chest.

"Here, look," Damian said, extending his hand.

Resting atop his palm was a red sphere, as though it were formed entirely of blood.

"I imprisoned them in a dimension where they cannot die," he said calmly. "But they will wish they could."

He waved his hand, and in the next second, the blood sphere vanished, seemingly absorbed into his body.

"I created a new specialized dimension after Erebus tried to trap me in his," Damian continued. "I call it the Descent of the Terrors. Once trapped, the dimension manifests every possible terror and horror, or even the worst nightmares of the victim."

He paused briefly before adding, "I created it based on my vampire progenitor abilities."

"I will keep them experiencing terror for a little while longer before devouring them," Damian said, turning his attention toward the gods who had chosen to submit.

He pointed at them as though about to unleash an attack.

Their eyes widened in shock, fear flooding their expressions as they wondered if they would be killed as well.

Hera closed her eyes, bracing for her end.

But it never came.

Instead, she heard grunting noises beside her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw several gods restrained by a predatory energy flowing from Damian’s palm, holding them immobile.

"Do you really think submitting before the worst happens means I will let you live?" Damian snorted coldly. "I am still going to devour you, just not as painfully as the others. Be grateful."

With a sharp pull, the predatory energy dragged them toward his hand.

One by one, they vanished, absorbed into his being.