"Argh… what happened?" Michael opened his eyes. Just a mont ago, he had sent his clone to fight the Original Sins clone at Rank 3. He had been preparing to rest but even a Rank 6 angel could rest easily.
As Michael muttered his complaints, his expression suddenly froze.
"Another one?" Michael whispered, stunned.
You must understand any demon ntioned by the Book of Life and Death or the Book of Good and Evil would inevitably beco a Rank 6 demon in the future. And this one ca from the so-called Primordial Demon Race.
"Hmm… many geniuses have risen over ti, yet only a few make it," Michael said, dismissing the thought as he waved his hand. "It's enough that he's being hunted, but for us to wake? Too much."
Just then, the Book appeared before Archangel Michael, expanding to a convenient size.
A cold, ancient voice spoke, and Michael instantly beca solemn. This book was an artifact born at the sa ti as Heaven itself. It rarely spoke but now, it spoke for this demon. Who or what was he?
"How so? Show what makes him so terrifying," Michael commanded, his deep voice steady.
Every sentence shook the unmoved heart of the ancient being.
What was this? How was it possible?
Archangel Michael was in disbelief. How could this happen?
He asked the last, crucial question:
"In Demon Age… how old is this Void?" Michael asked, his voice steady as he expected a terrifying answer.
"Haha… ten trillion. Not bad,really young for a demon. But that shouldn't scare you. He may be the youngest, but we angels have those even under ten million years," Michael said, laughing.
"Wait, what do you an? Ten thousand? How is that possible? No demon can achieve all this and even be cared for under ten thousand years. They spend close to a thousand years in the second layer of the Abyss alone…" Michael shook his head, unable to believe it.
Shock. Unbearable, unbelievable shock. Ten years old and already at Quasi-Rank 4? This demon… it was beyond special. Truly the Abyss' favorite. No wonder the Book of Life and Death called for them.
"He should be eliminated quickly," Michael thought, frowning. But by now, Rank 5 or even Rank 6 demons likely knew of Void. Even Rank 4 angels couldn't touch him ,, the Abyss would protect him.
The only way to kill him: another being of similar rank. But who, or what?
"Wait… I've got it," Michael said, suddenly smiling.
The demons weren't the only ones with terrifying beings. Heaven had theirs too.
"I think it's ti he's summoned. Ti to see how strong he is. Preferably, I want him to kill Void but if he can at least gravely injure him, that's acceptable," Michael said, his face full of confident smiles.
The being in question: a terrifying angel who had risen a few years ago. Preparing to break through to Rank 4, he could already defeat Rank 4 angels effortlessly at Quasi-Rank 4. Could he defeat Void? Maybe even kill him?
"And that's why he's perfect. No hesitation, no fear, only focus. Once he locks on Void… it's done," Michael laughed, relishing the thought. He couldn't wait to see Void torn apart.
******
Sixth Layer of Space
Void calmly observed the five Quasi-Rank 4 angels, all injured in various ways. The gap between them and Void was like Heaven and Hell, insurmountable.
Void grinned, thinking of exciting ways to finish them when suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. He frowned.
"System… what's that?" Void asked, his voice heavy, body tensing as if warned of imminent danger.
(An on, Host.)
"On? Sothing bad will happen? What?! Are angels really sending a Rank 4 to attack ?" Void was stunned.
(No, Host. A similar-ranked angel is coming but he can threaten you.)
"Huh?" Void first relaxed, then froze.
A similar-ranked angel… threatening him? What the actual fuck?
(Host, be careful. The chance of defeating this angel is pitifully low. Survival is your only option.)
Void was stunned. He had never lost to any creature of similar rank. And now the system said he could only survive.
He was at peak Quasi-Rank 4 capable of instantly destroying a low-level multi universe. And yet… an angel of equal rank could defeat him?
*******
Heaven***
Deep within the heavenly layers,
a terrifying aura surrounded a massive building.
Around it hovered a sparse number of angels.
No one dared approach the building; those who rely passed by hurried, eager not to linger.
Inside this enormous structure sat a single being, cross-legged.
His seven wings enveloped his body as his aura radiated outward, dense, solid, and overwhelming.
The angel's divine light shone brilliantly. His pure white wings were like sharp daggers, piercing through space and ti.
His body was clad in terrifying armor, forged from materials older than most of existence.
Suddenly, the angel's aura shifted, disappearing entirely as if he had sensed sothing.
"Another… delicious being," the angel murmured, his voice cold yet filled with craving. His eyes snapped open, locking onto the void of space where he had sensed it.
****
Sixth Layer of Space
Void's crimson eyes locked onto a golden gaze that pierced through the expanse.
Even across the infinite stretches of ti and space, Void knew imdiately this was the angel the system had warned him about. The angel who made his instincts scream.
A colossal pressure descended upon Void, and he frowned instantly.
This angel made him feel like an ant.
Was… that the gap between him and this being?
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