Is this the true power of the man closest to God in the Underworld?
In the holy wars of the past, there was once only one being in the Underworld who had reached such a level—the Star of Earth's Deity, the Great Marshal of the Nether Army—Azapojue (Acala)!
He was one of the Buddhas of Buddhism's Third Age—a living Buddha who, through his own enlightenment, awakened the Eighth Sense, freeing himself from the laws that governed even the dead.
He could devour souls to strengthen himself.
At the moment of his awakening, hundreds of millions of souls were consumed in an instant.
His identity within the Underworld was shrouded in secrecy.He never accepted orders from the Three Judges, nor did he bow to Pandora's authority.
Yet, Azapojue's ambition was too great.He sought to create a world of pure souls, to rule even over the gods themselves—and in doing so, he became one with the very essence of the universe.
His realm had reached the Buddhist concept of "no-self."
Unfortunately, after being stripped of his Eighth Sense by Ashmita, he was cast into reincarnation, forever barred from returning as a Specter of Hades.
Even now, the Star of Earth's Deity remains dormant.
Though its power descended into this world alongside Aaron,the aura of the old Azapojue was gone forever.
"Yormungandr, your end has come."
Minos raised his arm, and in that instant, countless Star Puppet Strings erupted from his body, ensnaring the great serpent and dragging it out of the ocean.
The lines of starlight wrapped tightly around Yormungandr's enormous body—and then, with a simple motion, Minos pulled, lifting both himself and the serpent into outer space.
"ROOOAARRR!!!"
The serpent struggled wildly, its colossal head shaking as twin red beams shot from its eyes straight toward Minos.
But beneath the protection of his Griffon Surplice, those beams did nothing.
The crimson energy struck Minos' shoulder guard, producing a cascade of sparks—yet even those were instantly devoured by the darkness radiating from him.
"Great serpent… just surrender."
Minos' voice echoed like a demonic chant, his tone calm yet irresistible.
The serpent writhed in fury, trying desperately to tear apart the starlit threads.
But Minos' hand flicked again, and his body soared upward, dragging the bound serpent behind him.
He did not intend to leave this planet—he simply wanted to destroy the serpent's body,and cast its soul into the Eighth Circle of Hell,where it would suffer for eternity.
With a flash of light—the great serpent vanished from the Earth!
A moment later, two shadows—one man and one serpent—reappeared in another realm.
The serpent looked around, its massive eyes widening.
Darkness.Crimson skies stretching endlessly above.
This was a place that felt strangely familiar—a world filled with fear, screams, and despair.To Yormungandr, it was nourishment—his perfect domain.
But then… he froze.
Something was wrong.
He could not absorb any fear from this place.
"Impossible! I am the God of Fear! How could I not absorb fear energy here!?"
His serpentine eyes darted about.He finally realized—this was not the mortal world.
This was the Underworld.
And in this realm, only Minos could travel freely between life and death.Even the other two Judges needed Pandora's permission to cross the boundary.
He had been dragged here—into the dominion of Lord Hades himself.
"Hahaha! The aura of fear! I can still feel it!""The Nine Realms are my domain! You think you can defeat me here? Foolish mortal!"
"Is that so?"
Minos floated in the crimson sky, his calm gaze fixed upon the thrashing serpent below.
The great serpent was vast enough to coil around the entire Earth—but this was not Earth.
This was Hades' realm.
"Go ahead," Minos said coldly."If you can absorb even a trace of energy here, I'll admit defeat."
The serpent's eyes gleamed with madness.If he could regain the energy of fear, he could once again rival Odin and the gods—perhaps even ascend as the greatest god of all creation.
But no matter how he tried, nothing came.
Not a spark.
Then came the pain.
A sharp, excruciating agony coursed through his body!
The serpent's eyes widened. He looked down—and realized he could no longer move.
Minos lifted his arms slowly, the Cosmos of the Eighth Sense flaring like a black sun.
"...Stars…"
He smiled faintly.
"Puppet Strings!"
Tens of thousands of glowing threads erupted from his hands—each one strong enough to shatter a planet.
This was the ultimate technique born from Minos' Eighth Sense—the pinnacle of his control over the Cosmos!
The serpent howled, but the sound was swallowed by darkness.
No matter how it struggled,it could not escape the divine threads woven from the very laws of the Underworld.
The strings tightened.
And in an instant—the body of the World Serpent was sliced apart.
The collision of cosmic energies bloomed like a black lotus, filling the Underworld with blinding light.
Even with its boundless power of resurrection,Yormungandr could not return.
The World-Devouring Serpent was torn to shreds,its flesh and blood scattered beneath the Great Waterfall of the Underworld,its vile soul ripped apart and cast into the Sanzu River—never to be reborn again.
"This is the Underworld," Minos said coldly."No one enters this realm and leaves alive—unless they are one of us."
Thus perished Jormungandr,the serpent that had destroyed the Nine Realmsand brought forth Ragnarök—slain at last, in blood,within the depths of Hades.
In Asgard, Odin trembled upon the Bifrost, gazing into the distant void.
"...Yormungandr is gone."
He turned to Heimdall, his voice faint but resolute.
"We must aid humanity in rebuilding their world. As for Thor…"
He paused briefly, his eyes softening.
"...He bears the aura of a true king.He will one day rule Asgard."
(End of Chapter)
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