The Incarnation of Fate?!
Ethan's pupils constricted. The way he looked at that gigantic heart changed instantly.
——This wasn't some evil monstrosity; this was clearly a golden highway leading straight to his promotion!
God of Death, thank you for your selfless contribution!
"I learned about the disturbances in Knockturn Alley from the werewolves. Although, aside from Voldemort, I don't know who this new rival chosen by Fate is..."
"But one thing is certain: 'It' swallowed the Dark Witch Bellatrix and modified her into a powerful weapon belonging to Fate!"
Ethan wasn't surprised by this.
Why would the God of Death, who was bent on eliminating him, let slip any chance to antagonize him?
Just like how defeating Roshan triggers Hard Mode in the world.
He would certainly do everything possible to strengthen Ethan's opponents!
"What I need to do is constantly improve myself... and at the same time, find Death's weakness and crush it!"
Even if that weakness is microscopic!
Ethan gave a low shout.
The wand in his hand suddenly burst with golden light, transforming into a dazzlingly bright sword!
The tip pointed straight at the heart left behind by the God of Death!
"Eat my strike of justice! Death!"
"Splurt!"
The sharp sword plunged violently into the heart!
In an instant, crimson blood mist spewed out like a punctured flour sack!
The moment the concentrated curse power touched the ground and walls, it corroded them completely, leaving behind large, terrifying patches of rot and scarring!
[Are you crazy?!]
The Dark Wizard Ekrizdis turned pale with shock and screamed!
He instinctively wanted to fly over to stop Ethan, but was blocked by the wall-like blood mist.
He couldn't advance an inch.
He could only circle anxiously on the outside.
He had seen brave people; there were even those who cursed him loudly before dying.
But he had never seen anyone this crazy, this fearless!
[Idiot! Do you have any idea what kind of supreme existence that is?! As mortals, we can never hope to oppose such a being!]
[That is a gift given to us by God! Now you've ruined everything! You idiot!!]
Ekrizdis buried his face in his hands, feeling nothing but despair and defeat, drifting down listlessly from mid-air.
Looking at the blood mist swallowing his vision, he murmured with hollow eyes:
[It's over... everything is over...]
Everything he studied in life, his plan for immortality...
It was all ruined.
Inside the blood mist.
Ethan didn't bother listening to the old ghost's barking.
His cobalt-blue eyes shone like stars, staring directly at the frantically writhing heart, his hands gripping the hilt tightly!
[Hmph!]
A vague roar echoed.
The heart trembled in pain. The blood mist climbed along the blade, quickly spreading onto Ethan's arms, neck, and cheeks.
Sizzle, sizzle.
Traces of corrosion slowly spread across Ethan's face.
forming a layer of sizzling, terrifying flesh.
[Foolish mortal...]
A voice filled with rage came from the depths of the heart.
It was more intimidating and bewitching than a siren's song.
[Give up... You cannot contend with "God"...]
[Give up. Become part of "God." Is that not the deepest desire of you mortals?]
Smoke-like skeletal wraiths drifted out of the heart.
They circled Ethan, spitting out bewitching words.
[Give up... admit defeat...]
Ethan lowered his head, saying nothing.
His hands loosened slightly on the hilt. The corruption gradually spread over his entire face, obscuring his eyes.
Seeing this, the wraith's tone grew higher and sharper: [Give up! You mortals cannot possibly—]
Before the sentence was finished!
A beam of radiance, sharp as a sword, pierced through the corruption and burst forth from Ethan's skull!
It severed the wraith's unfinished words, shredding them into nothingness!
Crack, crack!
The crimson, corrupted shell peeled away like an eggshell.
Revealed beneath was a pair of shining cobalt-blue eyes!
As if burning with a raging fire, they were incredibly bright within this blinding blood mist!
"In my hometown, there is an old saying..."
Ethan murmured. As light surged through his body, the corrupted shell shattered piece by piece!
"And that is——Man can conquer Heaven!!!"
As the words fell, Ethan gripped the hilt!
Golden light suddenly exploded, shattering the corruption on his body. His magic power boiled and surged violently!
"Splurt, splurt!"
The dazzling blade sank inch by inch into that thick heart!
No matter how it roared, wailed, or struggled, it couldn't break free in the slightest!!
The light of the Lamp pierced the blood mist at this moment.
Like the sun, it illuminated this narrow and gloomy underground cave!
Kneeling on the ground, the Dark Wizard Ekrizdis stared at this scene, dumbstruck.
Bathed in the radiance that dispelled all curses, he felt his own body gradually burning away.
A warmth, forgotten in the long river of endless time, rose within him.
[Merlin... am I dreaming? Is this all real?]
Ekrizdis murmured in a trance, his whole body trembling.
A mortal actually dared to oppose a "God"?
It was simply a fantasy!
...And yet, this fantasy was happening right before his eyes.
Even... he was winning.
Unknowingly, perhaps stung by that blinding light, tears welled up in Ekrizdis's remaining eye.
He involuntarily reached out toward Ethan, ignoring his arm being burned away in the blink of an eye.
His eyes were filled with ultimate desire as he shouted:
[Let me study you! Please let me study you——my "God"!]
Accompanied by this intense cry, this remnant soul that had lingered for hundreds of years, harboring strong unwillingness and satisfaction, turned to ash in the light.
The final scene imprinted in the eyes of the one known as "Ekrizdis the Profane"—
Was the image of Ethan hacking down, slicing the heart left by the God into two pieces!
——With a mortal body, "God-Slaying"!!
[Roar—!]
The heart let out a grief-stricken roar of rage, spewing out massive amounts of foul-smelling blood.
Like a rapidly drying peach, within just a few breaths, it turned into two shriveled lumps of flesh.
The surface was branded with golden patterns.
As if a paintbrush had been smeared recklessly across a blood-red canvas.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Ethan gripped the sword hilt, covered in blood and filth, standing there panting heavily.
Only his eyes remained as bright as ever.
After a long while.
Like a general who had conquered an enemy army, he held the golden sword high!
——Art, complete!
[Congratulations! You have achieved a feat never before seen and likely never to be seen again!]
[You successfully killed the remnant of Death, the Heart! Exorcised the remnant soul of the Dark Wizard Ekrizdis!]
[Resolved the Incarnation of Fate!]
[One condition for promotion to Long-Lived One met!]
[Lamp brightness surged!]
[You obtained an Extraordinary Treasure: Skin of the Heart]
Whoosh—
The crimson outer skin peeled off the bisected heart.
It automatically tanned itself into a piece of fabric half the height of a person, floating into Ethan's hands.
The texture was slippery and cold. Even without moving it, it vibrated constantly like a beating drum, full of violent vitality.
[Skin of the Heart: An extraordinary material stripped from the remains of a God. Extremely precious, possessing Uniqueness.]
[Using this as a canvas, you can briefly create a painting that transcends your own Rank!]
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