Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 186: Above Primal Concepts

Death leaned back, a grin pulling at the edge of their lips. "And I’m the one who takes it all back. You can’t have a rise without a fall, sweetheart. I give the final word. The last breath. Without me, it’s just... endless chatter and chaos."

Can they even ever listen for more than two—yeah, time was meaningless here, it could be eternity or even an instant.

Third’s voice cut through their nonsense, a deep sigh that spoke volumes. "Really? Are we doing this again?" They asked, voice laced with that universal weariness, like a mother trying to explain something basic for the thousandth time. "You’re the same, damn it. You’re both a part of a whole. Without one, the other doesn’t exist. You rise and you fall. You live, and then you die. You’ve always been the same."

A pause. Life’s face twisted into something between confusion and disbelief. Death just stared blankly for a moment, trying to digest what the Third was saying.

"Why do you both keep acting like you’re different?" Third’s voice was tired now. "Why the heck are you fighting over who’s more important? You both serve the same master to serve one... actually two purposes—what’s the point of trying to show who’s better?"

Continue reading on novelbuddy

There was a pause, heavy and thick like the air before a storm. Life opened their mouth, ready to argue, but the Third wasn’t having it.

"Enough!" Third sighed again. It felt like an eternity of sighs, wrapped up in the space between moments, each one a deeper weight. "So tiring. It’s like you’re trying to see who serves your master the ’biggest’ purpose, like one of you matters more than the other." They exhaled sharply, frustration tinged with something darker. "You think your concepts make sense? You’re brainless. You were never meant to be more than the other. You’re just meant to exist together. Do you get that? Or is it too much to handle?"

Life and Death fell silent, their earlier tension simmering into reluctant understanding. Life shot a quick glare at Death, but the resentment was quiet now. They didn’t have the energy to argue anymore, not when the Third’s voice had laid it out like that.

"Yeah... sorry," Life muttered, crossing their arms.

"Yeah, whatever," Death said, voice dripping with sarcasm, but there was no heat behind it. They didn’t feel like pressing the matter anymore.

The Third didn’t say anything else, just sighed—again, as if dealing with them was the most exhausting thing in existence. "Okay. Now keep it down. Let’s just continue watching."

Death, feeling smug as always, couldn’t help themself. "Still, it’s death that "they" did first."

Life gnashed their teeth, but before they could fire back, Third’s voice was there, cutting through their anger like a sharp knife.

"Really? You’re still going on about that?"

****

At the peak of all things—above light, above darkness, beyond time, space, and whatever else tried to define reality—sat a throne. Not on something, not within something. Just there. Like it had always been and always would be, untouched by whatever nonsense existence decided to throw at it. The kind of thing that didn’t need permission to be. It just was.

It had no form, no material, and yet it cast a presence so heavy it made concepts like infinity and eternity feel small, like toddlers trying to grasp the idea of adulthood. And yet, despite being an unmoving, unfeeling thing, the Throne smiled. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like. How the fuck could a throne even smile? Who the hell knew? But it did. Maybe not with a mouth, maybe not with anything physical, but the amusement was there, etched into the very essence of its presence. It was watching Life, Death, and Third bicker and thinking, "Ah, my dumbass children. Again with this?"

But the Throne wasn’t alone.

Standing beside it—near, but never equal—was the Second. Second Of the Six, of course. A being wrapped in something not quite presence, not quite absence, as if they were defined by the spaces in between. But unlike Throne, Second wasn’t watching Life, Death, or Third. Their gaze was elsewhere. Fixed. Focused. Like there was something more interesting happening beyond all this cosmic banter.

Something beyond even this.

Then, with a sigh—because apparently, everyone here was just too fucking tired of existence—Second turned and walked away.

Throne watched them go, its presence shifting slightly, amusement slipping into something else. "And what the hell are you up to this time?" It wasn’t even really a question. More like a resigned observation.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from freeweɓnovel.cѳm.

But Second didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance back. Just kept walking, fading into the unseen like they had better shit to do.

Throne sighed again, this time heavier, dragging through the silence like an old regret. "Hopefully, you won’t do anything stupid." A pause. A flicker of something unreadable. "Or…"

Because, let’s be real—when it came to Second? Stupid was always on the damn table.

****

Life and Death. Two forces so primal, so absolute, that entire civilizations had risen and fallen just trying to understand them. People worshipped them, feared them, built entire fucking philosophies around their existence. Because, yeah, duh, nothing was more important than the beginning and the end, right? The first breath and the last sigh. The spark and the silence.

And yet, in front of these three? Life and Death looked like children. Spoiled, impatient, petty little things. Not the terrifying cosmic forces that shaped reality, but two brats squabbling over who was more important, more useful, more necessary.

Because here, in this space beyond space, sat something bigger.

Third, of course, the one who kept the two in check, the exasperated parent figure who’d long since stopped trying to break up their fights and instead just sighed at them like a tired babysitter watching toddlers bicker over a toy. But then, there was Throne.

What the fuck was Throne?

It wasn’t Life. It wasn’t Death. It sure as hell wasn’t Third. It just was. A presence that sat at the top of everything like it had no competition, no equal, no fucking reason to explain itself? The kind of thing that didn’t rule because it wanted to, but because there was no other option? It was power, silent and absolute? And worse? It knew it?

And then, of course, there was Second...?

If Throne was the peak, then Second was the thing just beneath it—only, not in a lesser way? No, Second had this way of existing like they were just choosing to stand there? Like if they wanted to, they could be somewhere else, doing something else, being something else? And that was the unsettling part?