The Lord of Another World: All Wasted at the Beginning, and He Made His Fortune by Taking in the Fem

Because the 'past' is also a concept, it will naturally be preyed upon and reappear.

"Nobody's here... Oh no!"

This illusion, which has almost become reality, has even severed Aarons' direct contact with others on a temporal and spatial level.

Although he can still sense their presence, he is completely unable to communicate with them.

—And without anyone's help, he simply cannot avoid the opponent's direct attack!

"This guy..."

Even though he had created a barrier from the beginning that would allow him to survive in the raging sea swept by the storm, Aarons' senses were still shaken by the surrounding turbulent waves.

How can one person withstand such a massive distortion of reality?

【Why--】

A violent surge suddenly surged through his consciousness, almost causing Aarons to lose his composure and plunge into the raging sea.

The ethereal echo, which sounded like human speech, made him feel dizzy.

"Damn it... this level of mental power..."

It felt like battling a supercomputer with the human brain—the sheer volume of information flooding the brain was enough to completely burn out the nerves of such a fragile organism as the human.

If Aarons hadn't been constantly "reconstructing" his body through his subconscious, he might be dead by now.

【Why--】

The hollow echo continued, but within that indistinct sound, there seemed to be some strange emotion.

"...Who is it?"

Who exactly is calling out to me?

The monster still in the sky is merely mimicking past records of "mimicry." It has neither self-awareness nor a soul, the so-called foundation of consciousness.

Aside from the raging wind and rain, there was no one around him.

[I will forget—]

"...Who is it?!"

Each time the echo resounded, Aarons felt intensely dizzy.

It was as if someone was tearing at his brain, trying to unearth something buried deep in his memory—

"--gentlemen!"

However, just as Aarons was about to reach his limit, a pale blue sword light suddenly tore open the space around him, opening a distorted passage that seemed to have nothing to do with reality.

The next second, Mo Qianyun's figure flew out from the crack and landed steadily and accurately beside Aarons.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

"No, the timing is perfect... Where are the others?"

Mo Qianyun, having readjusted his stance and raised his longsword, shook his head, answering Aarons' question with this simple gesture.

Of course, this was not the answer Aarons wanted.

"...Then it'll just be the two of us."

【Why--】

The terrifying mental turmoil continued, but Aarons was surprised to find that Mo Qianyun seemed to be unaffected.

—It seems like the other party's mental attack is only aimed at me.

"Fine! Even if that guy has turned into that monstrous form now, he's still someone who can be 'cut down'!"

In order to destroy the fragment of the god that preys on all things, Aarons deliberately mixed many ingredients that could only be called "weaknesses" into the white bird used as bait.

Since the other party is still able to manifest in reality, those components should still be in effect.

"Qianyun... I will give you all the power I can control. Just use your strongest moves and cut that guy down!"

This kind of risky choice is hardly a strategy at all.

But perhaps the only way to defeat such an unreasonable opponent is to gamble on this one and only possibility.

"A simulated starry sea unfolds—Star power, heed my command!"

In order to fight against the enemy that would devour its core, the planet unleashed all its power without reservation.

The raging sea was instantly covered by another reality—Alans used this almost inexhaustible energy to transform his consciousness space into an inherent barrier.

"Thousand Cloud Flow, Profound Meaning—"

During his long wandering life, Mo Qianyun created a sword-fighting technique that was only suitable for himself and cultivated it to its extreme. He did indeed possess the ability to sever gods.

When the azure flames, also originating from a foreign god, ignited on the longsword in her hand, the whole world seemed to stand still.

Go, with those memories—

—What Aarons added to Mo Qianyun was the most powerful fantasy constructed from human imagination.

He believed that "if this is useless, then it doesn't matter if the world is destroyed." He combined all the concepts he could imagine and compressed them into a sword aura, which he then attached to Mo Qianyun's longsword.

Although such a decisive battle was not within his expectations, the current situation left him no room for other options.

"Supreme Heaven!"

Thus, the supreme technique, overflowing with divine power, cleaving through space and time, and even causing reality to collapse and crumble, was unleashed by Mo Qianyun, a mere human.

It is precisely because it is so simple that it is so powerful.

The azure sword light, moving at a speed visible to the human eye, slowly tore through reality, flying towards the churning black abyss in the sky.

Although the black object continued to release terrifying mental waves, Aarons's consciousness was no longer disturbed by his opponent.

【Why--】

"Disappear from the real world!"

When the sword light finally touched the sky, forcefully splitting the indelible darkness in two, the fragments of the god that had been wantonly devouring the power of the planet and altering reality finally revealed countless cracks.

...Did we win? No, this might just be the beginning.

"Wait, what's that state..."

Before Aarons could even applaud Mo Qianyun's winning blow, the dark object in the sky suddenly changed again.

The dark object, which had originally resembled the outline of a white bird, was severed in two by the blow that cleaved the world—but in an instant, the darkness immediately covered the entire sky, swallowing up all the surrounding light.

...No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a scene of victory.

"...Sir! Are you alright?"

"Damn it, I actually got trapped by a mere illusion... How utterly useless!"

Fortunately, the companions who had just been separated from Aarons returned to Aarons' side at this time—although they had obviously suffered a lot, none of them had collapsed.

"Although everything is fine... we haven't won yet."

Aarons cannot predict what the enemy will do next.

[I will forget—]

But why does that never-ending echo of grief make me feel so bitter?