Void Evolution System

Chapter 1879 Clash of the Titans [8]

This world existed in a different setting entirely. The city was rundown and medieval. The houses were not made of brick, but instead of wood and a preliminary form of cement. The streets were cobbled, not paved. There were storefronts all around, but they did not have windows. They were denoted by signs that simply explained the kinds of services they provided. Clothing-wise, the era was hard to distinguish. The only thing certain was that it was very ancient. This was the budding stage of this civilization.

Damien had shaggy blonde hair in his eyes and a scrappy body once again. He was smaller than he was as Jin, but it didn't seem to be because the owner of this body was malnourished.

Rather, it was an inherent condition. He was well-fed and definitely came from a good family, but his body didn't seem to grow.

However, he had an unbelievable amount of untapped potential in his body.

He was no more than a mortal, but with Damien's senses as an individual, he could easily understand that this child would become great if given the chance to grow.

There were no mirrors in this place where glass was a rarity. He couldn't see his own face, but he felt like he should know his name.

Damien wandered the city with true curiosity in his bones. 'This has to be his memory.'

If they were starting from the beginning, then this was the city that the Dark God associated with his earliest and most important memory.

Was there anything that stood out about it?

Damien lived in and around one of the biggest cities in the world, and this seemed to be something of the same. There were countless people. The standards weren't the same and they looked very different, but they were definitely humans. As Damien observed them, he found himself following an unknown path through the city. He didn't know its layout, and he knew it was impossible for him to find the Dark God, so he just explored.

The Dark God's form…what could it possibly be?

Would he manifest as himself or as someone else like Damien did?

Still, just like his own mindscape, this world directed all of its events towards a single place.

Damien was already unconsciously approaching it, when all of a sudden, he was once again attacked from the shadows.

Shing!

A blade tried to cut into his neck. He just barely avoided it with his mortal body and dashed out of the way.

'I have to run.'

Quite literally, he had no way to fight. He did not have access to mana or any sort of energy. His body was able to naturally circulate energy with every breath, growing stronger and stronger, but he could not yet handle it himself. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

If he wanted to defeat the Dark God in his own realm, then he had to depend on the benefits this body came with. His physical strength would be enough to navigate certain maneuvers soon. He just had to survive until then.

Damien stayed on the main roads until then, but with the appearance of the Dark God's assassin-like attacks, he was forced to run through the backstreets.

Shing! Shing! Shing!

The sword slashes came every so often when Damien was least expecting them. He turned left and right through alleys and used the main streets to connect to new systems, rushing and rushing and rushing. Bang!

He tried to fight back only for a short period of time. After sensing the approach, he turned around and faced the blade with his body.

The Dark God was cloaked in a physical cloak this time. Damien still couldn't see his face, because he made an active effort to keep it hidden.

'He must be himself.'

There wasn't another reason for him to go through all the effort. He was so concerned about it that he delayed his attack when Damien recognized his presence and took a hit to keep himself concealed.

That was the only time he was able to land a hit. The Dark God became more serious after that. His every attack was done only when Damien would not be able to sense him. His form became so shadowy that it was almost like he was able to use mana.

But he was not able to use mana. Damien was able to sense at least that much.

At a certain point in time, he realized he was being herded. Whenever he made it to an intersection, the Dark God would attack and draw him to move in a different direction.

Damien got closer and closer to the city center. He accepted the herding because he was getting faster and stronger in the process, but he had to question the Dark God's intentions.

There had to be some purpose to this. There had to be a reason why the Dark God was going to such lengths to lead him to the center of the city, where he stood in front of a statue depicting a heroic man.

The original flow of this world was leading him somewhere else entirely. Damien still felt the pull of that location despite being too far away to ever properly reach it. Sure, he was led away from that place because the Dark God wanted to keep himself hidden within this world that was centered around him.

However, Damien got the feeling that it was more than that. In part, it was to hide the true location that anchored this world, but this statue also had to have meaning. He looked up at it for a second as the attacks slowed down. It wasn't too ornate. It looked like it was created by a society that didn't have many resources at hand. Still, their adoration for the man in question was unquestionable. "Look at it. See it with your own eyes before you die. I am the one who succeeded, not you."

Damien suddenly felt a blade on his neck as if everything that had happened was purposeless. That line…

'That line was not meant for me.'

The Dark God acted like Damien did not exist. He spoke to this body with such ferocity and emotion that it simply couldn't have been directed at Damien.

Rather, what he felt was a representation of those few important things he saw in the Dark God's mind. The first was hatred. The second was the form of an individual. That individual was faceless back then, but not anymore. His consciousness remained in that body for a few moments after his head went flying. In those split seconds, he saw his appearance flash in a faraway mirror.

The face he possessed, the face that was no longer hidden by the shaggy hair on his head, was one he recognized.

His last thought before the world vanished was true to that recognition. 'Why is…the Worldwalker…'

Right, the Worldwalker. The person who created the system…

This version of him was not an Absolute. This version was nothing more than a child who had yet to even take notice of his potential.

That meant that the Dark God did not meet the Worldwalker in his later years. He did not form a grudge against the Absolute. No, the Worldwalker was born in the Sacred Abyss Universe, on the very same planet where the Dark God spent his childhood.

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