Novel Full Chapter 269: The Origin Awakens (2)
Chapter 269: The Origin Awakens (2)
Ash’s shape gradually took form as the final wisps of the cocoon drifted off like dying embers.
The golden glow that had cloaked him receded at a slow, almost hesitant pace, as if even the light was reluctant to unveil what had emerged from fifty thousand years of silence.
First came the outline—vast and towering, a silhouette stretching hundreds of feet into the void, making cosmic roads and far-off galaxies seem insignificant. Its sheer size pressed on the limits of perception, shrinking the infinite.
Then the details came into focus.
Alabaster skin, flawless and radiant, without a single blemish or vein, as if sculpted from pure marble bathed in starlight. Long white hair flowed like liquid moonlight, drifting weightlessly yet heavy with presence, each strand moving in an invisible current.
Four sleek black horns curved back from his brow, smooth as obsidian and perfectly symmetrical, each traced with faint golden veins that pulsed once before fading.
His eyes opened—pure molten gold without pupils, endless in depth. Nine precise black rings spun within each iris, like the perfect orbits of unseen worlds, pulling the gaze ever inward.
From his ears hung black infinity earrings—simple, unbroken loops of darkness, the eternal symbol made solid.
His frame was lean but solid, muscles sharply defined without excess, every contour built for both elegance and destruction.
Ink in an unfamiliar script stretched over his arms, chest, and back—black lettering laced with molten gold, the symbols seeming to shift and rewrite themselves when seen from different angles.
For a heartbeat, he was colossal—hundreds of feet high, a living constellation framed by the auroras.
Then he exhaled.
The sound was soft, almost tender.
And he shrank.
No struggle, no strain—reality simply folded in on itself until he stood seven feet tall, still towering above most mortals.
The transformation ended.
Ash stood there—unveiled, not his truest form, but the one he chose to wear.
Elysia and Creara drifted closer, eyes glimmering with possessive delight.
Elysia floated to his left, hands clasped behind her back, golden gaze alight.
“Even after fifty thousand years, you two haven’t changed a bit,” Ash said with his signature grin.
Creara appeared at his side, her smile a mix of mischief and affection. “And you’re still the most beautiful thing in every universe,” she said softly, “worth the wait, I’d say.~”
They lingered just short of touching, light dancing over his pale, flawless skin as his golden eyes met theirs with quiet, ageless calm.
Around them, the void seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
He paused, taking a moment to check his status before doing anything else.
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[Ash Originat
Race – Primavus Origin (Name Bloodline (???)) [A/N: This isn’t a typo and will be explained in the next few Chapters.]
Age – 50,081 Years Old
Rank – Peak Cosmic Overlord
Talent – Umbral Primavus Abyss (??? – Growable), Infinite Desire Sovereign (??? – Growable), Stellar Adaptor (??? – Growable), Primordia Stellar Sword Art (??? – Growable), Eternal Origin Nexus (??? – Growable), Endless-Finite Cascade (???), Last Dawn (???) Absolute Genesis (???), Origin Resonance (???), Infinite Inner Expansion (???)
Physique – Dimensional Origin Self (???)
Transcendent Concepts – Wantlessness 100%, Finality100%, Contradiction 100%, All-Origin 100%
[A/N: I changed Eternal Severance to Finality and Paradoxical Dominion to Contradiction. Nothing about the effects changed, only the names.]
Conceptual Powers – Verdict of The Unwritten, Primordia Truth, The Codex
Contracted Beast – None
Bonds – Nia Originat 100% (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Vaeloria Originat 100% (Peak Cosmic Overlord)) Sonna Originat 100% (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Yonna Originat 100% (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Seris Originat 100% (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Raven Originat (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Katherine Nocturne (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Summer Originat (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Sylvie Originat 100% (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Mira Originat (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Lithia Originat (Peak Cosmic Overlord), Diana Originat (Peak Cosmic Overlord)
Affection – Fay Sylvaraen 99%, Sia Thorne 99%, Celeste Astral 99%, Mika Astral 99%, Lysa Narakava 99%, Sandra Narakava 99%, Shia Narakava 99%, Eliya Radi 99%, Sylvie Originat 99%, Elara Vossmere 99%, Lady Truth 99%, Aurelia Sol 99%, Seraphiel Sol 99%, Aeloris Bloom 99%, Madison Sav 99%, Rune Tyrana 99%,
Current Optimization/Path to Omnipotence – 10.00%]
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[A/N: His talents, tailored to his physique, will be fused, so the explanation will have to wait!]
He hadn’t gained many more talents, which didn’t bother him, as there came a point where their use became meaningless.
Not that he wouldn’t still use them—he actually planned to fuse them all together again, reducing their number.
But that would come later.
The real achievement was stepping into another state of existence.
Now, he could be considered four entirely distinct Trans-Conceptual existences. The newest form, however, was entirely the result of the unnamed essence that also helped with the single talent born from his bloodline evolution.
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[All-Origin – You are the origin all races, bloodlines and potential.]
[Absolute Genesis –
Rewrite any being’s bloodline/race to anything he desires (including elevating or degrading it to any level below his own).
Bestow entirely new bloodlines or racial traits that never existed before, instantly manifesting them in reality.
Rescind any bloodline/race, stripping it from an individual, lineage, or entire species across mana sense range (causing them to revert to a blank-slate mortal state or simply cease to be).
Amplify latent potential in any creature to its theoretical maximum (or beyond,)]
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“Too broken! I hate to be anyone else other than the Originat.” Elysia teased as they all looked onto the status.
“So, what’s the first order of business?” Creara asked as in front of them she manifested a projection screen. She knew he desired to see the view of every one of his companions and his women more specifically.
So, without even needing to ask or speak, she did it.
He smiled calmly, speaking as he watched countless wars unfold. War was the perfect word for it—after the Originat began their multiversal conquest, clans and factions inevitably took notice.
“The first order of business is my lovers, of course.”
When it became clear they weren’t acting on idle whims anymore and universes began falling by the hundreds, others started banding together.
It didn’t accomplish much, though—only slowed them down and forced them to work a little harder.
“Over the past 5,000 years, the Originat clan has taken down just over 8,000 universes,” Elysia remarked.
“Oh? How thoughtful of them, saving me a bit of sweat,” Ash chuckled, turning from the screens as clothes materialized around him—baggy sweats, no shoes, and a long-sleeved black shirt to match his pants, as always.
“Master, maybe our next sister can be your stylist!” Creara teased from the side.
“Or maybe I’ll just have one of my lovely women do it,” Ash replied with a smile as the three disappeared.
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Across the merged battlefields of the 29th to 31st Universes, the war had devolved into a relentless, punishing siege.
The sky looked like a torn scar—nebulae split apart, spilling plasma, with rifts spewing debris from galaxies in their death throes.
The ground—if it could still be called that—was a wasteland of broken worlds, continents fused into sharp plains scattered with the remains of fallen Cosmic Overlords.
The air roared with chaos—gravity wells collapsing, time loops splintering, and karmic chains snapping under the strain.
Yonna Originat stood at the calm center of her branch’s storm.
Her legion still held the upper hand, the Eternal Originat Blade cutting through enemy ranks with ruthless precision, but the cost was starting to climb higher than before. These were older, tougher universes, guarded by Peak and a rare few Late Cosmic Overlords, battle-hardened by endless cycles of multiversal wars.
Now they had closed in around her—dozens forming a perfect siege sphere, spatial anchors sealing every escape route, void-siphons draining her storm aura, and karmic bindings straining to lock her destiny.
Yonna was surrounded.
Her storm-blade dripped with star-blood, hair wild and whipping in her own winds, armor cracked in places, multicolored ichor seeping from wounds that refused to close under layered curses.
One of the leaders, a towering figure clad in armor forged from collapsed stars, eyes like twin black holes, stepped through the ring, their voice thundering over the chaos.
“It’s finally time for the Cursed Stormreaver to fall.”
Yonna’s grin was wild, her eyes blazing with untamed fury.
“Heh… good luck with that,” she rasped, her voice riding the howl of the wind.
She lifted her blade, and the storm responded—polar gales erupting outward, freezing one side while scorching the other.
Still, they closed in, attacks striking from every direction, forces colliding in a chaotic symphony of destruction.
—–
In Universe 42, Vaeloria fought alone in the heart of a collapsing stellar forge.
The heat was unbearable—stars detonating in chained supernovas, plasma rivers boiling across void. She was encircled by blade-saints—Peak Cosmic Overlords who had perfected sword law over eons.
Their strikes formed a sphere of infinite cuts; reality itself sliced into ribbons around her.
Vaeloria’s sword moved—silent, precise.
Illusions layered over truth—enemies slashing phantoms while her real blade found flesh.
She bled from a dozen wounds—shallow and constantly healing. Her white hair was singed, armor cracked, breath coming in controlled bursts.
One saint lunged… blade aimed for her heart.
CLANG!
SHK!
She parried, then countered, her blade sliding past his guard to slice through his arm at the shoulder.
“ARGH!”
His scream tore through the air, blood hissing as it met the heat.
But more enemies pressed in.
The siege closed tighter.
Vaeloria’s eyes narrowed—cool, sharp.
She spoke no words.
Only struck.
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In Universe 57, Sonna drifted through the wreckage of a broken harmony nexus.
The void pulsed with sonic devastation—Overlords of sound-law singing in flawless, ruinous unison. Their voices crushed ideas, snuffed out stars, and rewrote minds with a single tone.
Sonna’s song was softer.
Gentle.
Lethal.
She released a single, ghostly hum.
The attackers’ chorus wavered—then splintered.
Their own voices turned against them, tearing throats and splintering souls.
But they were countless.
Their harmony reshaped—stronger now, woven with precepts, aspects, and concepts. Sonna’s voice quivered, blood seeping from her ears as her gentle aura wavered under the strain.
She closed her eyes.
They sang louder.
The lullaby grew heavier, tugging them toward sleep, toward quiet.
Still, they fought it…. and the siege remained.
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In Universe 71, Summer the Crimson Silence stood surrounded by blood-lords.
The void churned into a crimson sea—spears, whips, and chains of blood rising to drown her. She didn’t move.
Her blood-silks fluttered once, and the tide shifted—spears drove into their wielders, whips curled around throats, chains constricted hearts.
Screams broke, then faltered.
But the blood-lords were Peak.
They adapted—concepts and authorities bending, blood reshaping into fresh assaults. A thin crack appeared in Summer’s calm; a cut traced her cheek, multicolored ichor spilling.
She breathed out.
The silence thickened.
The siege closed in.
Across the front, the Originat leaders fought on their own, with branch legions holding the line but breaking through at a much slower pace than before. It wasn’t so much that the others had caught up to their skill, but rather that it was an endless wave of enemies coming one after another.
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“I know you’re not going to let this go on, right?” Elysia teased with a smile.
The trio had appeared above the battlefield in Universe 57, and of course they were concealed. Even here though the projection remained and he had a live view of everything going on.
“Hehe, they are not doing bad at all. These weaklings will surely fall soon enough.” Creara said.
“Right…. but master he’s well…” Elysia covered her mouth with a giggle as she teased Ash. She wasn’t wrong though after 50,000 Years how could he not have some pressure built up?
And since his lovers were all in war currently…
“I’ll just end it quickly… I miss them too much.” Ash said with a shrug as he summoned his codex.