Chapter 255: Burn Usurper, Burn

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Burn Usurper, Burn

The biological realm screamed. Millions of mutated monstrosities clawed their way out of the fleshy ground. Neo did not swing his blade a second time. He simply planted the tip of the weapon directly into the bruised tissue of the soil beneath him. He pumped a trillion gigawatts of pure dark matter directly into the biological network of the dimension.

​The crimson energy traveled rapidly through the purple veins and the yellow mucus rivers. The entire realm lit up with a blinding, toxic red glow.

​"Burn," Neo commanded.

​The dimension obeyed his absolute will. Every single cellular organism within a billion miles spontaneously combusted. The air turned into a vacuum of floating black ash. The rivers of stomach acid evaporated into harmless, foul smelling steam. The colossal ribcage sky shattered into brittle dust, falling like snow upon the dead world.

​At the absolute center of the ruined dimension, a massive, beating black heart hung suspended by thick muscular tendons. Xylar, the Genesis Weaver, was entirely exposed. The heart pulsed rapidly, frantically trying to generate a new defensive shell of hardened bone and mutated flesh.

​Neo appeared right beside the colossal organ. He bypassed the physical space between them in a fraction of a second. He plunged both of his pale hands deep into the rotting cardiac tissue.

​"You were the disease," Neo whispered. "And I am the cure."

​He activated his assimilation protocol at maximum capacity. The giant black heart shriveled instantly. The biological Sovereign screamed a psychic death rattle that echoed across the empty void before turning entirely into gray dust.

​[Assimilation Complete.]

[Target: Xylar, Sovereign of Genesis.]

[Acquired: Absolute Biological Mastery.]

​Neo did not stop to rest. His crimson core demanded the complete and absolute eradication of his enemies. He accessed the multiversal coordinate map he had stolen from the mechanical god. He found the blazing, chaotic frequency of Vorgath the World Eater.

​He tore a hole in the fabric of space and stepped directly into a dimension of endless fire and compressed gravity. Vorgath was waiting for him. The magma giant stood taller than a solar system, his colossal fists radiating the heat of a hundred dying stars.

​"You dare enter my crucible!" Vorgath roared. His voice caused the surrounding molten planets to shatter into pieces. He threw a punch that carried enough kinetic force to completely erase a galaxy.

​Neo did not dodge. He flew directly toward the colossal, blazing fist. He concentrated his newly acquired physical stamina and biological mastery into his right arm. The muscles under his pale skin shifted, condensing into a material infinitely harder than diamond. He threw a punch of his own.

​A human sized fist collided with a fist the size of a gas giant planet.

​The resulting shockwave completely erased the concept of sound within that dimension. Vorgath’s colossal arm did not just break. It disintegrated into fundamental atomic dust. The overwhelming kinetic force traveled up the giant’s arm, completely obliterating his shoulder, his chest, and his molten core.

​Vorgath died before his primitive brain could even register the agonizing pain. Neo consumed the floating remnants of his fiery core without a single second of hesitation.

​[Assimilation Complete.]

[Target: Vorgath, The World Eater.]

[Acquired: Absolute Kinetic Authority.]

​Only one target remained. Yvraine, the Concept Weaver. She was the one who had erased the warning of the attack, allowing the devastation of Neo’s home.

​Neo found her dimension hidden deep within the cosmic strings of fate. It was a realm composed entirely of glowing silver threads. Yvraine sat at a cosmic loom, her hands moving at impossible speeds as she frantically tried to weave a new reality where Neo did not exist.

​"It is already written. You cannot be here. I wrote your end. I erased your future." Yvraine screamed. Her hands were bleeding as she violently pulled the strings of destiny.

​"Your pen is out of ink," Neo said coldly.

​He simply walked through her silver threads. The strings of destiny snapped helplessly against his crimson aura. Fate could not bind a being who existed outside the parameters of logic and mathematics.

Neo reached the cosmic loom. He reached out and grabbed Yvraine by her delicate throat.

​She looked into his inverted black eyes and saw only the absolute end of all things.

​Neo crushed her neck. He assimilated her conceptual threads, pulling the silver strings of fate directly into his own glowing chest.

​[Assimilation Complete.]

[Target: Yvraine, Sovereign of Concepts.]

[Acquired: Fate Manipulation.]

[Status: Five Prime Usurpers Terminated. Multiversal Sector Cleared.]

​The silence that followed was absolute and terrifying. Neo stood completely alone in the dark void between universes. He had done it. He had butchered the highest rulers of the cosmos in a matter of hours. The sheer amount of multiversal authority flowing through his veins was utterly incomprehensible. His physical body began to crack and leak blinding crimson light.

​The Dominator Core inside his chest underwent a catastrophic and painful evolution.

​[Warning. Authority threshold massively exceeded.]

[Initiating Core Evolution.]

[Rank Upgraded. Emperor class has been transcended.]

[New Rank: Multiversal Absolute.]

​The resulting shockwave did not destroy planets or shatter galaxies. Instead, it washed over the foundational fabric of reality itself. The crimson energy rippled across the cosmic string network, touching every single surviving universe, hidden dimension, and fractured timeline in existence.

​In the shattered ruins of the First Universal Empire, Noir and Zestia looked up at the sky. They were shielding little Lyra from the falling ash. Suddenly, the gray clouds parted. The entire sky turned a deep, luminous red.

​This exact phenomenon occurred in every single realm across the sector. On planets governed by ancient magic, on worlds constructed of pure technology, and on dimensions of formless floating light, every sky turned crimson.

​A pair of colossal, inverted black eyes manifested in the heavens of a billion worlds simultaneously.

​Neo spoke. His voice did not travel through the air. It manifested directly within the souls of every living creature in existence.

From the lowest crawling insect to the highest dimensional king, they all heard his unyielding decree.

​"The Celestial Court is dead. The Prime Usurpers are eradicated. The old established order is burned to ash. I am Neo. I am the Absolute. This entire multiverse now belongs to my Empire. Any realm that resists my rule will share the fate of the golden suns. Submit now, or be permanently deleted."

​The cosmic broadcast ended. The crimson eyes faded slowly from the skies. A terrifying, oppressive silence fell over creation.

Trillions of civilizations fell to their knees in absolute terror. The hierarchy of the cosmos had just been violently rewritten by a single, wrathful being.

​But the multiverse was vastly larger than the sector Neo had just violently conquered.

​Far beyond the mapped coordinates, beyond the glowing cosmic strings, existed the Primordial Deep. It was a realm of formless, ancient chaos where the concepts of time and space had not yet been fully invented.

This was the resting place of the true ancients.

These were the entities that had existed before the original Big Bang. These were beings who considered the Prime Usurpers to be nothing more than noisy children playing in a fragile sandbox.

​They were the Universal Lords.

​For ten billion years, they had slept in absolute peace. They had completely ignored the rise and fall of petty galactic empires. They had ignored the birth of magic and the slow evolution of technology. Nothing in the young, vibrant cosmos had been worthy of waking them from their eternal slumber.

​Until now.

​The crimson shockwave of Neo’s evolution rippled violently into the Primordial Deep. It washed over the massive, dormant forms hidden deep within the cosmic dark.

​A single eye opened. It was an eye the exact size of a galaxy, swirling with dark nebulae and dying black holes.

​Then, another eye opened. Then a thousand more eyes opened in the endless dark.

​The Primordial Deep began to vibrate with an ancient, terrifying resonance. The fabric of reality itself groaned and buckled under the immense weight of their awakening consciousness.

​"A new frequency," a voice rumbled.

The voice was so incredibly deep and ancient that it caused entire nearby universes to vibrate out of their orbital alignment.

​"A child has broken the established boundaries. The violent bloodline of the Absolute has resurfaced in the physical realm."

​"He foolishly claims the throne of creation. He lacks the fundamental understanding of the deep dark. He is arrogant. He is loud. He is a pest."

​A massive, shadowy appendage shifted in the dark. It brushed casually against the border of the mapped multiverse, causing entire clusters of galaxies to shudder and crack in its wake.

​The Universal Lords were fully awake. They had felt the massive disruption in the absolute hierarchy, and they were displeased.

​"The false kings are dead. The physical sandbox is broken. It is time we remind this crimson anomaly exactly who laid the foundation of the cosmos. Prepare the Ancient Fleet. We march upon the red light."

​Back in his ruined throne room, amidst the ashes of his capital city, Neo felt a sudden, freezing chill run down his spine. His newly acquired quantum predictive processing flared with absolute, paralyzing warning signals.

The system interface in his mind flashed with a color it had never displayed before. It flashed pitch black.