Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 404 Whale Fall
"I thought you would spoil them even more and do more for them. For example, before you left, you would help them by turning all the gods in the entire kingdom and universe into half-crippled beings that would be easy to harvest, and even deal with those supreme gods a little?"

In the dream of a foreign land, the 'friend' assesses everything Wu Chen has done over the past two thousand seven hundred years. He has given so much, yet ultimately reaped such a result. And when he departed, apart from the souls of the women he initially met, he took nothing with him.

“I am not their parent.”

Wu Chen simply shook his head casually, then reached out and turned the clock on the frozen world. The final outcome was not beyond his expectations. No matter what the gods did afterward, or how humanity struggled, resisted, or even fought back, at the end of time's flow, they had not transcended the universe.

One era ends, and then another begins.

The supreme gods and extraordinary beings have transcended the changing eras, continuing to weave the structure of all things in new ages.

There will still be a sky, and there will still be an earth. There will still be gods, and there will still be celestials and demons.

There will still be elves, there will still be wild beasts. There will still be dragons and giants, and there will still be humans everywhere.

Perhaps a new Holy Kingdom will emerge, or even a new Great Tomb. The old script will be repeated again and again, or appear in a vague and ambiguous way. And apart from the soul that Wu Chen took away being replaced by a substitute, everything else unrelated to him will remain largely the same.

This is the end of all things—the destiny of all things. Even the most glorious things will eventually wither and perish, and then the same past will be repeated in the same future.

Wu Chen felt as if he had understood something.

But now is not the time to fully understand it. The archmage's legendary destiny is indeed useless to him, and his attention immediately shifts to other areas.

"I am only a king, and a king's responsibility only goes this far. I must receive an equal reward for what I give. And if my reward is destined to be insufficient, then naturally I will not give much in return."

He raised his clenched fist.

“I am the measure, and I can determine the difference between what is given and what is received. If they want me to go that far for them, they must give me everything permanently. If that is not enough, then everything will stagnate at the point I have determined.”

"You are your own master," the friend nodded slightly, summarizing.

“I am who I am,” Wu Chen corrected. “Only I can define myself, only I can influence myself, only I can decide my actions.”

"So what's your next step?"

"Do what I've already decided to do."

The 'friend' has disappeared.

And Wu Chen was allowed to act freely.

His gaze turned toward the world whose time he had manipulated—only then did he realize that he had grown to this extent without even realizing it.

God above gods, the pinnacle of demons. He is now the primordial creator who can transcend eras and arrive at Genesis from Doomsday. So, a game of chess that should have been finished long ago should now be decided.

The 'friend' still hasn't appeared.

However, he was already able to step through the now-formed gate between the two worlds. The idea that was about to sprout in his mind was becoming clearer and clearer, but now was not the time to let it manifest.

He returned to the world of Lance, back to the game of chess.

This time, however, he acted even faster than Rudrasasim.

Because he raised his hand.

Before the Void Whale could shatter the world, he raised the hand that supported its massive maw. And the power difference that was once as vast as heaven and earth had vanished with his return.

The beluga whale's massive jaws failed to bite it off.

On the chessboard, the final outcome has already been decided.

[Impossible! How...how could you suddenly become so strong!?]

The beluga whale's eyes were filled with astonishment. And that disbelief instantly transformed into terror.

It cannot understand. All it can understand is the 'loss' it has already reaped!
"You've lost, Ludrasasim." Wu Chen looked at it from across the chessboard and calmly announced the verdict. "And according to the pre-agreed rules, everything here will belong to me."

I deny it!

The white whale in the void struggled. It was indeed a creator, capable of struggling and fighting even after the rules had crumbled.

But that doesn't change anything, because a loss is a loss.

The origin theory, authority, rules, or whatever else that could describe this power enveloped it. The end result was that its affinity with the Witch Dust weakened.

Although both are at the pinnacle of demonic powers, it is weaker.

It did not have its own annihilation domain, but now it has fallen into the annihilation of the Witch Dust.

The chessboard suddenly flipped over.

The stage for watching the play was thus transformed into a deadly prison.

The Void Whale, trying to escape, found itself trapped in its own whaling cage. Bound within, it could not break free. It could only watch helplessly as Wu Chen's interference transformed into harpoons, piercing it one by one.

This battle lasted a very long time. Thousands, even tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.

The war lasted only a moment. Because in the ocean of souls, the concept of time is of little value.

It ultimately lost; amidst its screams, curses, rage, and pleas, it was swallowed by the pure silver. And when the creator who ruled the entire universe vanished, the universe finally gained freedom.

Because the victor did not seek the authority to control all things, a new world and a new continent naturally emerged from the churning of the sea of ​​souls.

The old records remain, and perhaps in this new world, the old stories will resurface. However, none of this matters much to Wu Chen.

The pure silver gathered, and his original form reappeared. He knew he had taken another step forward. Now, perhaps even if he returned to Mondas, he would be qualified to compete for the title of the strongest.

but……

"Is there any way for me to travel to the world of Mondas on my own?"

The door is there, but he can choose not to look at it. But if he doesn't rely on the door, he has to find a way to make his own way.

How do we open this road?

The method was clearly presented to him. The way to pave the way was naturally to test the waters. And based on his experience and research along the way, physical objects could not cross the vast ocean of the void; only information and concepts could serve as 'stones' to test the waters.

Therefore, a concept with sufficient strength that will surely resonate with the target must be thrown out as a 'ball'.

If one wishes to connect to the world of Mondas, the most suitable, powerful, and representative concept is...

"dragon."

A message had already gathered in his hands.

Then...

He opened his eyes wide and stood frozen in place.

"...It was me? It was actually me!?"

The nascent concept in his hand suddenly shattered. Then, he frowned sharply.

"Do not."

(End of this chapter)