The oppressive weight of the Dragon Monarch’s presence continued to grind against the fabric of the sealed dimension.

It was an absolute, suffocating authority that pressed down on everything within its reach.

The disparity between a peak Metaversal being and a peak Hyperversal entity was not a mere gap in power.

It was the infinite chasm between a mortal scraping the edges of power and a true God who dictated what power even meant.

Alex could feel the pressure crushing his very soul, testing the limits of his newly elevated cultivation.

Vorkoth appeared outside from his shadow realm the moment it felt the danger outside but it was futile.

Beside Alex, Vorkoth struggled to maintain his composure.

He was a semi-Hyperversal powerhouse who could typically level realities with a breath, yet now he was visibly trembling.

His essence was fracturing under the mere ambient pressure of the Dragon Monarch’s existence.

The eight disciples were already coughing up blood, their conceptual defenses shattering like glass against an unyielding wall.

They had faced countless dangers in the toweer Alex’s incarnations, but nothing had prepared them for this level of cosmic oppression.

"If I let them stay here, they die instantly."

The thought crystallized in Alex’s mind with absolute clarity.

He did not hesitate for a single moment.

He bypassed any thought of using his disciples or Vorkoth as support in this battle.

They would only be liabilities, souls to be crushed beneath the weight of forces they could not comprehend.

With a swift flick of his wrist, he opened the gateway to his inner world.

A gentle, absolute suction force enveloped the eight disciples and Vorkoth.

It pulled them out of the crushing pressure and tucked them safely into the boundless expanses of his personal cosmos.

The Dragon Monarch scoffed, the motion causing entire neighboring spatial currents to violently warp around him.

His massive form shifted with casual disdain.

"Securing your cattle before the slaughter? Admirable, Anomaly. But entirely futile."

"You cannot protect them from what is coming. You cannot protect yourself from what is coming."

Alex ignored the mockery completely.

His mind was operating at speeds that bypassed linear time, processing possibilities and strategies across multiple conceptual layers.

He had other system trump cards stored away, deep-seated reality-altering mechanisms that could theoretically turn the tide.

But those were meant for the true threats lurking beyond this cosmic cluster.

The ancient horrors and primordial entities that posed even greater dangers.

He was not going to waste them here on a single arrogant dragon, no matter how powerful.

Instead, he turned his gaze inward, toward the radiant, multi-winged entity slumbering deep within his soul.

The Angel of Creation.

This being possessed an absolute function that could grant Alex up to three realms of power above his current standing.

Provided he had the energy to sustain it.

It was a forbidden technique, a last resort that could destroy him if used carelessly.

"System", Alex conceptualized the thought instantly.

"How much time can I fight at the Hyperversal level if I utilize the Angel of Creation’s potential?"

A familiar chime echoed through his consciousness.

[Ding! At your current energy reservoir, the Host can sustain a peak Hyperversal output for exactly twenty minutes.

Warning: Exceeding this limit will result in severe soul-core depletion.

Permanent damage to your cultivation base is likely.

Continued overuse may result in complete annihilation of your existence.]

"What about outerversal level?", he wanted to know. If he could actually gain outerversal level power, then he would make this dragon god his pet today.

[Ding! 0.1 nanosecond.]

But System’s rude message gave him a slap on his dream.

" Hyperversal level it is then.", he thought with a sigh.

Twenty minutes, Alex thought, a cold, sharp smile cutting across his face.

More than enough to slaughter a god.

He had faced impossible odds before.

He had overcome trials that would have broken lesser cultivators.

This was simply another obstacle to be crushed beneath his heel.

"Angel of Creation," Alex whispered. "Awake."

The universe did not simply shake. It inverted completely.

A blinding, conceptual white light erupted from Alex’s form.

It vaporized the absolute darkness that the Dragon Monarch had spent eons cultivating.

The darkness had been his domain, his weapon, his shield.

Now it was nothing more than ash before the dawn.

Sixteen wings of pure, unadulterated primordial genesis unfurled behind Alex as he activated his Archangel Transformation as well.

They stretched across dimensions and shattered the shackles of the locked space-time like brittle ice.

Each wing pulsed with the power of countless newborn universes.

Their feathers composed of condensed creation energy.

At the same time, a brilliant, blinding crown of light manifested above his head.

It cast the absolute authority of a cosmic ruler across the empty void.

Its radiance pierced through the fabric of reality itself.

The crown marked him as something beyond mortal, beyond immortal, beyond even the gods that ruled this multiverse.

It marked him as a being of pure genesis, a creator of realities.

Alex’s aura skyrocketed through realms that should have been impossible to access.

Metaversal. Semi-Hyperversal. Early Hyperversal. Mid Hyperversal. Peak Hyperversal.

The ascent happened in the span of a heartbeat.

His power multiplying beyond comprehension with each passing moment.

The cosmic pressure shifted instantly.

The gravitational force that had been crushing Alex was violently pushed back.

The Dragon Monarch’s authority shattered and scattered like dust before a hurricane.

The very laws of physics, logic, and causality within a hundred light-year radius tore themselves apart.

They reassembled themselves to bow before Alex’s new archangel authority.

Space bent to his will. Time became his plaything.

The fundamental constants of existence rewritten themselves to accommodate his presence.

Alex truly felt like a god in this world. A smile formed on his ethereal face.

The Dragon Monarch’s crimson sun-like eyes narrowed.

The mocking laughter died instantly in his throat.

His massive form shifted with sudden unease.

The cosmic treasure fragment embedded in his chest flared wildly to block the sudden influx of genesis energy.

For the first time in millions of years, the supreme predator felt a prickle of genuine, cold dread.

"What... what is this?" the Monarch roared.

"You hide your power? You concealed such strength from me? This is impossible."

"No Anomaly can access such realms."

"I do not hide," Alex said.

His voice now sounding like a choir of a billion cosmic creators.

His words echoed across past, present, and future timelines simultaneously.

His crown of light pulsed with divine dominance.

" You have nineteen minutes and fifty seconds left of existence. Use them wisely."

Alex vanished from his position.

There was no speed involved, no traversal of space.

He simply existed where the Dragon Monarch was.

Crossing the gap between them in a manner that defied all conventional physics.

He threw a simple, straight punch.

But this time, it was not just conceptual force behind the blow.

It was the localized destruction and recreation of reality itself.

A paradox made manifest through sheer will.

The punch connected squarely with the Monarch’s snout.

The black, primordial night-scales shattered into glittering dust.

Those scales were meant to endure the collapse of entire mega-verses.

Now they scattered across the void like cheap glass.

The Dragon Monarch’s colossal, light-years-long body was sent hurtling backward.

He obliterated thousands of dead planets and rogue stars in his path.

Each impact created new explosions of cosmic debris.

The remnants of ancient worlds reduced to atoms.

"Insolent worm!" the Monarch bellowed, his voice filled with rage and pain.

Golden, cosmic ichor bled from his wounds.

Each drop contained enough energy to birth a new galaxy.