Chapter 1056. Screaming at the Universe for Not Obeying

Chapter 1056: 1056. Screaming at the Universe for Not Obeying

He forced himself up, blood streaming from his nose and ears. His skin was beginning to crack as the temporal energy leaked from his pores like steam from a pressure cooker.

"You’re just... the beginning, Rex."

Theo clenched his fists, and the ground beneath him began to age and decay in real time, turning from solid stone to crumbling sand in seconds. The air began to hum with a high-pitched, lethal frequency.

"Come on then," Theo challenged, his voice a guttural snarl. "Come and take it from my corpse!"

The courtyard had ceased to exist as a physical location; it was now a kaleidoscopic nightmare of fractured causality. Theo was no longer fighting like a man; he was fighting like a catastrophe.

"CHRONOS EROSION!" Theo screamed, thrusting both palms forward.

A wave of accelerated time erupted from his hands. Anything the energy touched—the stone pillars, the fallen debris, even the air itself—aged centuries in a heartbeat.

The stone crumbled into fine dust instantly. Rex, caught in the direct path, felt his skin blister and crack as his cellular age was forcibly accelerated.

Sssssss CRACK!

But before the dust could even settle, Rex’s body reacted. A pale, ethereal glow erupted from his wounds.

The cracked skin fused shut; the cellular damage reversed as his Supreme Healing worked in perfect synchronization with his Infinite Regeneration. The wounds didn’t just heal; they rewrote themselves, stronger and more resilient to the specific frequency of the temporal decay.

Rex stepped through the cloud of dust, his eyes glowing with an adaptive intensity.

"Interesting," Rex muttered, his voice unnervingly calm despite the blood still trickling from his ears. "My biology is already recalibrating to the temporal decay constant."

"I can feel the clockwork trying to unravel me, and I am simply... refusing."

"REFUSE THIS THEN!" Theo roared, his rage reaching a fever pitch.

He vanished.

SHING SHING SHING!

Theo reappeared in three places at once, temporal afterimages so solid they possessed mass. He struck Rex from three directions simultaneously.

A kick to the temple, a palm strike to the sternum, and a bladed hand aimed at the throat.

THUD, CRUNCH, SLASH!

Rex took the hits. His jaw twisted sideways from the kick, his ribs shattered under the palm strike, and a thin line of blood appeared across his throat.

But as he stumbled, his body flickered. The damage was already knitting together behind the strike.

He was adapting in real time, his nervous system learning the timing of Theo’s afterimages.

Rex caught Theo’s wrist mid-swing. "Got you."

The counterattack was brutal. Rex drove an elbow into Theo’s face, then spun, using Theo’s own momentum to hurl him against the crumbling wall.

BOOM!

Theo coughed up a glob of blood, but as he hit the wall, he triggered the Temporal Stasis Field. The space between him and Rex became viscous, like invisible molasses.

Rex’s advance slowed to a crawl, his movements becoming agonizingly labored.

"You think you’re invincible?" Theo hissed, rising like a demon from the rubble. "I’ll peel back your layers until there’s nothing left to regenerate!"

Theo unleashed a barrage of techniques that defied physics:

"DECOHERENCE STRIKE! "A punch that hit Rex three seconds before Theo’s fist actually connected.

"PARADOX SHIELD!" A barrier that redirected Rex’s own kinetic energy back at him.

"EVENT HORIZON BURST!" A localized implosion of time that tried to crush Rex into a single point of infinite density.

VROOOOM KRA KOOM!

The courtyard sounded like a war zone of collapsing dimensions. Each time Rex was beaten to the brink of death, his bones splintered into powder, and his organs liquefied by temporal pressure; the Supreme Healing would kick in with terrifying efficiency.

Rex would stand up, his muscles denser, his reflexes sharper, his very essence adapting to the specific magical signature of every move Theo threw at him.

Inside the shared consciousness of the designation, Kaeleth’s presence stirred. The ancient entity wasn’t just observing; it was calculating.

’This is... problematic,’ Kaeleth’s voice echoed in the back of Theo’s mind, cold and calculating. ’The vessel is not merely surviving; he is evolving.’

’Every wound is a lesson he is learning from your rage.’

’He is becoming a perfect counter to your existence, Theo.’

’If you continue this direct assault, you will only feed his ascension.’

"I DON’T CARE ABOUT EVOLUTION!" Theo screamed aloud, his eyes leaking golden temporal fluid. "I WANT HIM DEAD!"

Theo gathered every ounce of his remaining power. The air around him began to scream as he prepared his most desperate gambit:

"THE END OF ALL SECONDS." He attempted to freeze Rex in a permanent moment of nonexistence, a temporal prison from which no regeneration could escape.

Rex stood in the center of the swirling chaos, his breathing steadying even as his body underwent constant, violent reconstruction. His mind was working faster than his body.

He saw the pattern. He saw the way Theo’s power ebbed and flowed with his emotional state.

’He’s running out of fuel,’ Rex realized, watching the golden glow of Theo’s aura flicker. ’His rage is infinite, but his body’s ability to channel it is finite.’

’I don’t need to kill him yet... I need to exhaust the source.’

Rex lowered his stance, not to attack, but to endure. He prepared to absorb the next impossible blow, his regeneration primed to handle the next level of devastation, waiting for the exact microsecond when Theo’s hatred would finally meet its limit.

"Come, Theo," Rex said, blood dripping from his chin as he smiled a predator’s smile. "Show me how much more of yourself you’re willing to burn to kill me."

The courtyard had become a graveyard of causality. The ground was no longer stone or dirt; it was a shifting slurry of ancient dust and futuristic metal fragments, caught in a perpetual loop of decay and reconstruction.

Theo was beyond rage now. He had passed through anger, through grief, and landed somewhere far more dangerous: pure, unadulterated frustration.

His movements were no longer graceful; they were frantic, desperate bursts of violence. He was a man trying to strangle time itself, and time was slipping through his fingers.

"WHY WON’T YOU JUST DIE?!" Theo screamed, the sound tearing from his throat like raw meat being ripped apart. "DIE! DIE! DIE!"

He unleashed a cascade of temporal torment. "CHRONO SHREDDER SPEAR!"

He thrust his fingers forward, sending invisible lances of accelerated aging toward Rex’s vital organs. Each spear struck with the sound of tearing fabric, SHRIIIIIP,SHRIIIIIP piercing through flesh, liquefying muscle, and shattering bone.

Rex’s body was being torn apart in real time. A spear pierced his lung; another shattered his femur; a third liquefied his spleen.

Blood sprayed across the wasteland of the courtyard in grotesque, arterial fountains.

SPLUTCH CRUNCH.

But then, the laughter started.

It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was a low, guttural chuckle that vibrated through the very air, emerging from Rex’s blood-soaked throat.

As the spears struck him, Rex’s Full Potential Adaptation surged to its absolute zenith. His cells weren’t just healing; they were learning the exact atomic frequency of the temporal energy.

The wounds didn’t just close; they sealed with a reinforced, temporal-resistant barrier.

"Is that it?" Rex asked, his voice dripping with a terrifying, almost ecstatic amusement.

He stepped forward, walking through a stream of temporal energy that should have reduced him to ash. "You’re throwing tantrums, Theo!"

"You’re screaming at the universe because it won’t obey your tantrum."

Theo’s face contorted. His eyes burned with a gold so bright it was painful to look at.

"I’LL TEAR THE TIME FROM YOUR VERY BONES!"

Theo launched into a suicidal assault. He moved so fast he became a continuous line of golden light, a blur of endless strikes.

"TEMPORAL OVERLOAD: ZERO SECOND STRIKE!" Each punch landed with the force of a collapsing star.

BOOM CRACK BOOM CRACK BOOM!

Rex was being pummeled into the earth. His jaw was dislocated, his nose was crushed flat, and his ribs were reduced to splinters that pierced his own heart.

But with every devastating blow, Rex’s laughter grew louder. The pain was no longer an obstacle; it was data.

Each broken bone taught his body how to brace against the shockwave; each ruptured organ taught his regeneration how to preempt the next rupture.

HA HA HA HA HA!

Rex’s laughter echoed off the crumbling walls of the estate. "Yes! More! Give me more of this delicious agony!"

"Every time you break me, you make me more perfect!"

"You’re not fighting me, Theo; you’re building me!"

The psychological torment was worse than the physical. Theo felt his grip on reality slipping.

He was pouring everything, his hatred, his trauma, his very soul, into these attacks, and Rex was simply... consuming it.

Rex was a black hole of adaptation, turning Theo’s genocide-level power into his own evolutionary fuel.

Theo’s breathing became a series of wet, panicked gasps. His golden aura began to flicker violently, revealing the exhaustion beneath the rage.

His muscles screamed, his nervous system was fried from channeling so much raw temporal energy, and his mind was fracturing under the weight of Rex’s mocking mirth.

"ONE LAST TIME!" Theo shrieked, his voice cracking into a high-pitched wail. "THIS IS THE END OF YOUR STORY! "

Theo gathered every remaining drop of Kaeleth’s power. The air around him began to warp and bend, creating a vacuum that pulled debris toward him.

His fists glowed with an unstable, blinding white-gold light, a concentrated singularity of temporal force. He threw himself forward in one final, desperate gambit, a punch designed to erase Rex from every timeline simultaneously.

"FINAL PARADOX: OBLIVION STRIKE!"