Novel Full Chapter 70. William’s plan - 1
Chapter 70: 70. William’s plan – 1
The instant Vorin’s corrupted arm tore away from his body and vanished into nothingness, the searing agony that had been tearing through his nervous system abruptly dulled.
The loss of the limb should have driven any normal being into shock, but Vorin was far from normal. His breathing steadied almost unnaturally fast, deep inhalations pulling in mana-laced air as his regeneration stalled at the stump, sealing it in dark residue.
The pain had receded.
The rage had not.
His pupils burned with a vicious glow as his gaze locked back onto Will’s position, murderous intent condensing into something thick enough to suffocate the air around them.
“Insect,” Vorin snarled, his voice grinding like stone dragged across steel, “just die already.”
He flared his mana sense to its maximum output. Unlike earlier, Will could not trick him this time.
Will understood it too; he could clearly see Vorin’s gaze able to track his position with his mana sense.
So that was it.
“Demonic Void Rupture.”
Vorin’s voice was calm this time, dangerously so. Space twisted violently at his palm as a deep black fracture tore itself open, swallowing light, sound, and mana alike.
The ruptured void surged forward like a spear driven by pure annihilation, ripping through the air toward Will’s position.
This time, Will did not play any tricks.
He had already deactivated the invisibility trait the moment Vorin regained clarity.
There was no point wasting concentration on a tactic that would no longer work. Surprise had been used once. It would not succeed again.
Instead, Will’s eyes sharpened.
Golden sword intent erupted from his body in a violent flare as he propelled himself sideways, the force beneath his feet releasing shockwaves as he launched himself through the air.
Unlike Vorin, whose ascension realm allowed him natural flight, Will had to actively maintain lift through sword intent alone.
But Sovereign Sword Intent was not ordinary.
It did not merely propel; it tore through the sound barrier with sheer force.
Vorin’s void rupture chased him relentlessly, tearing across the battlefield, bending trajectories as if refusing to miss its prey.
Yet no matter how closely it followed, it could not land. Will twisted midair, reversed momentum, and accelerated again; each movement was impossible to make for normal people.
Will had practiced flying with the sword intent during his 170 years of training.
His control was precise enough to thread himself through collapsing space without hesitation.
He did not worry about the lethality of the attack since the domain’s laws were already mending the space and suppressing the attacks of Vorin.
Slowly, inevitably.
The void rupture began to lose cohesion, its edges fraying as it resisted the domain’s suppression.
A few seconds later, the spell collapsed in on itself, dispersing into harmless fragments before ever reaching Will.
Vorin’s expression darkened.
Another spell formed instantly.
Then another.
And another.
Space screamed as Vorin unleashed a relentless barrage, black fractures tearing open again and again as he abandoned restraint entirely.
Each spell was meant to erase Will’s existence, to reduce him to nothing more than scattered residue across dimensions.
Will dodged most of them.
But not all.
One rupture clipped his lower body.
There was a wet tearing sound as his legs were severed cleanly from his torso, his body tumbling violently through the air. For a brief moment, gravity claimed him.
Then sunlight poured over the wound.
Golden radiance spread instantly, flesh knitting itself back together with brutal efficiency.
Bone reformed. Muscle layered itself into existence. Skin sealed without leaving so much as a scar. Before his body even hit the ground, Will had already regenerated entirely.
Another rupture struck his shoulder, tearing away half his torso.
Another erased his arm.
Each time, the same result followed.
Regeneration.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The pain was indescribable. Every regeneration burned like molten metal poured directly into his nerves. It was agony layered upon agony, but Will did not scream. He did not slow down.
Pain was familiar.
Pain had been his companion long before this world.
Vorin stared in disbelief, fury bleeding into disbelief as he watched the human reconstitute himself over and over again.
“What the hell are you?” Vorin growled.
Will was grinning ear to ear because of the notifications he saw.
[Lawless adaptation has activated….]
[effect of absolute adaptation is taking effect …]
A tinge of pain covered Will’s whole body, but he did not show it in front of Vorin. His B-rank talent, false calm, worked in full force.
“What happened, sewage lizard?” Will shot back, his lips curling into a mocking grin even as fresh blood evaporated off his skin. “Tired already?”
WHAT THE HELL!! DON’T PROVOKE HIM AT LEAST!!]
Will smirked internally. “Thanks to you, I’ve mastered the art of provocation.”
[DON’T THANK ME!! DIE FIRST AND WAIT FOR ME TO SCREW YOU IN YOUR NEXT LIFE!!]
Despite the banter, Will’s eyes never left Vorin. He noticed it now, his microexpressions and the impatience in the demon’s tone.
Vorin was getting frustrated.
“You think your pathetic words can affect me?” Vorin sneered. “You are nothing but a dying insect flailing before extinction.”
Vorin believed Will was burning through mana with every regeneration and that exhaustion would claim him sooner rather than later. He was, after all, unaware of Will’s divine physique.
As long as the sun shone over this domain, as long as Will remained under the open sky, his mana would never truly run dry. Even a single drop of blood would be enough to bring him back.
“Savor this while you can,” Vorin continued, spreading his arms mockingly. “Soon all your companions will die under our hands. Many already have. Look around you, insect.”
This time, Will did not respond immediately.
He donned an evil smile first.
Then he spoke.
“I think you need to look around with your shit-filled eyes, sewage dweller.”
Vorin’s brows furrowed and his head turned sideways.
The battlefield was strangely silent.
There were no sounds of destruction, screams of participants, or mana fluctuations he felt earlier.
The air was unnervingly still.
Vorin extended his senses outward, probing miles around himself, and found nothing. No one was present; all his subordinates were absent. There were no dead bodies, nor were there any signs of destruction.
Only silence.
“What did you do?” Vorin asked, his voice lowering dangerously.
Will did not answer.
He stood there, expression blank and a sword resting loosely at his side.
“I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU DID, INSECT!!” Vorin roared, patience snapping entirely as panic crept into his thoughts.
No response.
That was enough.
Vorin vanished.
The next instant, his foot slammed into Will’s abdomen with crushing force.
The impact folded Will’s body, launching him across the ground like a broken doll. Stone shattered where he landed, blood spraying as internal organs ruptured.
Vorin followed instantly, fury boiling over.
Something was wrong.
Deeply wrong.
For the first time since entering this domain, Vorin realized it.
This human had never been trying to defeat him.
He had been fooling him since the start.