Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

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Boom!!

A giant axe materialized out of nowhere. Its size was so massive that it easily blotted the sky. It looked as if it were made out of energy; it was purely golden with scarlet runes adorning its body.

However, the axe hacked a little too fast for anybody to truly appreciate its appearance. Outsiders will only see a massive streak of golden light cleaving the entire world in half, which was then followed by a cataclysmic explosion.

Three islands were severed cleanly in half. The severing light even split the ocean in half, revealing the seabed, which also suffered from the aftermath.

The fault line persisted and radiated such immense force that, even after the islands sank, the waters remained split. Every marine life that dared to approach that line was killed, sliced apart by the lingering intent left by the axe strike.

Way above the skies, Cedric looked at the result of his recent actions with an impassive and indifferent gaze.

Not even a trace of surprise was visible in his eyes. It’s as if everything that he’s seeing were within his expectations.

And they are…

That strike of his was calculated down to least minute detail. The strength he injected in that was perfectly calculated, and the results were the same. No matter how devastating it actually looked, everything was within his control.

Truthfully, Cedric could do so much more than sinking three islands in one blow and splitting the ocean apart. Had he put more ‘oomph’ into that strike, he could easily split the entire world apart, and it wouldn’t have been difficult either.

If he truly went serious, one axe strike was all he needed to destroy an entire galaxy, and none of its citizens would’ve been able to do anything about it. All they knew and love would’ve gone the next second, and they wouldn’t even know how they died.

It sounds exagerrated, of course, but it’s true. Cedric was well and capable of doing just that. But just because he could doesn’t mean that he would. He’s just testing out things, entertaining himself since it’s his idle time.

Besides, these islands weren’t real. The people in it, the nature, the wild life? All of them are mere simulations. Accurate representations, yes, but simulations nonetheless. None of them were real.

But just because they’re only simulations, it doesn’t mean that Cedric’s strength was fake. Oh, it’s real alright. Everything he could do in simulations, he could replicate in real life. He just won’t because he’s following his own moral code and has a bottom line.

The funny thing is, Cedric wasn’t even holding an axe when he did all of this.

He was empty-handed. Not a single shadow or trace of a weapon was present in him when he did all this.

That one just now? That was him performing an axe kick aimed at the world below him. That’s it.

The light that formed in the shape of a humongous golden axe with scarlet runes and all? All of it was simply a byproduct of his expertise in laws and weapon mastery.

And he wasn’t even trying at all…

At his level of life evolution and law mastery, even his most ordinary and mundane actions now carry traces of concept, law, and charm. Any lesser beings who witness his actions might become inspired, creating a combat technique out of his mundane actions.

That’s how it’s always been. In fact, the origin of combat techniques came from humans observing and mimicking what they see happening around them.

Cedric’s strength level simply cannot be measured with combat techniques anymore. He also doesn’t need to use combat techniques either since he could simply think of what he wanted to happen, followed by bare minimum physical movement, and the world around him will bend over backwards to enact his will. He wouldn’t even need to use force. The concept laws themselves will fall in line to flatter him.

That’s how incredible he is now. And had been for a while…

‘Well, that’s another weapon mastered. What should I use next?’ Cedric thought to himself.

He’s 33 out of 99 Origin Laws as of the moment.

Some time has passed since the death of the previous leader of the race. That’s the biggest stimulation in this castle experience after a long while, and it probably would be for the next hundreds of years more.

After his short, but very enlightening, confrontation with Tyrla, if it could even be called a ‘confrontation’ at all, Cedric decided to not think too much about that dead man and returned to his usual routine.

Of course, his newly born clone has already arrived at the barrier that isolated the Lost Void. He had it stationed there for the forseeable future, just in case Tyrla manages to escape the deadly traps in this place and leave the Lost Void. This clone would be the first creature he’d meet and probably the last too.

And even though this new clone was alone in an endless and ever-changing void, it had no problems surviving. Even the Supreme Will itself will find it difficult to kill his clone, so what chances could some empty void and Tyrla have?

Killing Tyrla was under the assumption that he would actually manage to find a way out of this place. Cedric wasn’t too worried. If it were that easy, then others would’ve already done it. Even though Tyrla had a high status in here, it doesn’t exempt him from the rules. Even Cedric doesn’t have that privilege, so how can he?

He made this new clone just to make sure that there will be no accidents. In Cedric’s eyes, Tyrla’s a dead man. Whether he’d die on his hands or through other means doesn’t matter too much. He just wants him dead.

Anyway…

He didn’t think much after that. Tyrla’s fate was sealed for all he knows, and he’s not worthy of his time anymore.

So, Cedric returned to his usual schedule. He returned to his ‘room’ and continued his diligent analysis and comprehension of concept laws. He’d take a break from time to time, either to master a new weapon or for a breath of fresh air, or to simply just empty his mind and sleep.

Despite being the leader of this race, Cedric was very relaxed.

Others in his position would make sure to keep going in attempts to create an even wider gap from their pursuers. Cedric, though? He wasn’t worried at all.

The ranking was unofficial anyway. Everybody still thinks that he has only comprehended 13 Origin Laws by now and has replaced the old man as the leader of the race.

Because the ghost servants were on his side, they wouldn’t know that Cedric was, in fact, way, way ahead of them. So ahead that it’s not even funny.

He’s 33 out of 99 Origin Laws. And that’s with him taking periodic and scheduled breaks in between. Cedric didn’t feel any kind of pressure, burden, or urgency at all. He’s very relaxed, at ease, and calm.

And rightfully so! After all, with how far ahead he is, nothing short of a miracle would shrink the gap between him and the other candidates.

But that begs the question; if you can fake your own progress, what’s stopping others from doing the same?

The answer to that is simple, the ghost servants.

All of the ghost servants in the castle were on his side now. They themselves told him, out of their own initiative, that he was incredibly far ahead and that they’re very happy to see his overwhelming talent and potential.

They all but officially pledged their allegiance to him. And because of that, they wouldn’t dare to lie to him or betray him. They exist because of the will of the previous owner. They are under oath of servitude.

And as the next strongest inheritor of this castle and everything it has, which includes them, the ghost servants will take his side.

Out of the other candidates in this inheritance race, only Angelo was worthy of being mentioned.

Angelo has recently broken through double digits in Origin Law Comprehension.

With the fake truth spread amongst them, including Angelo, it’s normal to think that he was the only one who might be able to keep up with Cedric’s ridiculous pace.

But in truth, that’s not true. Not even close.

Mind you, Cedric hasn’t been in here for long. Nowhere nearly as long as Angelo, who’s the most recent addition here before him. And yet he has broken through double-digit origin laws that fast.

And that’s with him spreading fake truths. They all think he’s at 13 out of 99, but in truth, he’s at 33 out of 99 origin laws.

Again, he’s so far ahead that it’s not funny anymore, nor fair. If others were to know the real truth, they might as well kill themselves with their own hands to deprive Cedric of the chance to do it for them.

But where would be the fun in that?

Having them participate in a false race and giving them false hope that it’s not too late yet is better. Let them think they have a chance so that when the truth comes out later, their expressions will taste even sweeter.

‘Well, that’s a little morbid and perverted. Ugh! ‘

‘In short, they simply have no chance anymore. But it’s too early to let them experience absolute despair, so let’s keep up the act for now.’