Novel Full Chapter 754: Start Big or Go Home
Chapter 754: 754: Start Big or Go Home
“Lord Belenor’s father is the god of strength who shakes the galaxy!”
Damiron forced herself calm, trying to keep her voice steady. She wasn’t reckless—dropping an elder’s name might intimidate whoever stood before them. Given what had happened with the Three-Eyed Lord, no one dared to meet the mysterious figure’s gaze despite Orson’s cocky words.
“Master of this domain, may I ask your purpose in our territory?”
Belenor’s voice was cold. The silver giant before them flexed like a living mountain of muscle—an utterly dominating presence.
“Mind your manners. The lunar base was built by my uncle Nightshade, what does your House of Strength have to do with that?” Aaron shot back, anger in his tone.
“Win or lose, that’s the rule of Infinite Dimensions. Don’t blame anyone for it,” Belenor said with a grim smile.
“Put on the mortals’ modesty, or we will treat it as desecration of our lord.”
Saint Roland’s expression gave nothing away as she hovered nearby atop a strange metallic construct. When Orson said the word, she could crush any mere flesh-and-blood mortal with no hesitation. To the Eternal Clan, even a god-child was ultimately just flesh.
“Damn, can you put some clothes on? You think you’re big or something?” Riven leapt up and pointed at Belenor, trading barbs in the exact arrogant manner of his father. He suddenly felt awkward mentioning “big”—because, holy hell, this guy was enormous. His head buzzed.
Belenor bristled. Displaying one’s physique was tradition for the House of Strength. They only donned full armor when facing a foe they could not defeat bare-chested. With a clang, armor unfolded, and the four-meter-tall form was sheathed in a seamless bronze suit that made the whole figure look like a titanic metal beast lowering its gaze at the intruders.
“A unified Infinite Dimensions rig?” Orson’s eyes narrowed. The plating’s coupling was intricate—no visible joints, a rare type of armor that made it easy for adventurers to gather and hard to land critical hits against.
“Belenor hails from the God-Elephant World, an ancient planet—its history goes back a million years,” Saint Roland explained. Though her former self had been an NPC, after awakening she’d become a sentient automaton; the Eternal Clan’s consciousness could interface with the Infinite Dimensions system to extract valuable intel. Orson was already aware of the alliance between Earth and the ten other Infinite Dimensions worlds. Not only were these worlds now connected, but their transit points had been linked into a massive federation governed by the Hall of Gods.
Mention of the God-Elephant World made Belenor visibly proud. He looked down at Orson with fearless arrogance. “Master, are you trying to bully the small? Strike at our young and expect to avoid the gods’ shame?”
Orson smiled faintly. “If we’re talking age, I’m not that much older than you. Thirty-five, thirty-six, maybe.”
“So young?” Damiron blurted, stunned. A god that young seemed impossible to them. Coupled with Orson’s elderly face, they assumed he must have barely scraped ascension in his final years of life—hence the wizened look.
“You must be kidding,” Belenor scoffed. His father, the god of strength, had been a prodigy who still took a thousand years to reach his station. A thirty-something god was inconceivable.
Riven’s scalp tingled. Excitement bubbled up in him. Velorith, shifting into human form, teased Orson: “Long time no see, old brat. You look older than me.”
“Seriously—are we supposed to start fighting or what?” Ethan scratched his head, holding his staff and looking lost.
“Dude, he’s your dad!” Chloe finally snapped. Ethan, bless him, was dense in the textbook sense.
“Yeah, but why are you calling me names?” Ethan muttered, making everyone blink. The kid was untouchable in his cluelessness.
“I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him!” Oliver suddenly hissed, his voice low and blood-red in the eyes. A spectral angel drifted past, smiling at Orson and lifting a hand. Orson’s face flickered; he reached out automatically with one finger as if to touch that familiar radiance, but the apparition slid through him, whispering only, “He’s a good kid. Don’t blame him.” Then the light dissolved into motes of rain.
Orson felt something stir in his chest—hope threaded with a madness he tried to keep down. Seeing Oliver’s silhouette there, broken and yet present, meant Riley might still be alive in that world. Maybe she’d simply chosen not to face him again.
“God Domain!” someone shouted. “Illusory Phantasms!”
Before Ethan could act, Oliver roared and unleashed a vast pressure. His body blurred and dissolved into a resplendent white spirit. For a heartbeat Orson’s eyes flashed. Oliver’s field was unusual—four insane buffs stacked and running wild.
Physical Immunity
Auroral Angelic Guard
Phantom Cross-Plane
Energy Attack Attenuation
Those four effects were absurd. Phantom Cross-Plane resembled Starwalk: it didn’t literally let you stroll the void, but within the Infinite Dimensions it ignored all physical collision. Land, sky, sea—they were irrelevant; Oliver could phase through anything. During this state he couldn’t be permanently killed; even magic that would destroy the body would only temporarily delay him.
“You betrayed my mother, you bastard!” Oliver howled, and a hundred arrows screeched forth, fueled by a hundred years of pent-up rage. Saint Roland leapt forward to protect Orson, but Orson only shook his head: let him rage. Orson didn’t turn—his bare limb raised, and a dark red hexagram bloomed at his feet. From it a phoenix of flame snapped through the volley and incinerated the barrage.
“What’s going on? Why’s Oliver flipping out on the old man?” Ethan blinked.
Orson patted Ethan’s shoulder and smiled. “Ten-minute countdown starts now. I want to see how hard you can hit, kid.”
“Hard! Like a beast! Watch me!” Ethan grinned, delighted. He was proud of his firepower; his mother had drilled into him that a mage’s aim mattered less than raw damage.
Damiron and the others paled. Ethan spun his staff like a madman; a dark-red hexagram took shape and the elements surged toward him. “Told you—if you’re starting big, you might as well go all out.”
“You idiot, you’ll blow us all up!” Riven yelled.
Ethan howled and unleashed an SS-grade Forbidden curse.
A colossal fire meteor bloomed in the sky, a planet-grazing tongue of annihilation that swallowed the immediate battlefield and everything within its blast radius.