Reborn with the Devil's system-Chapter 42: The sea scream :The devil’s Sovereign

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The waves didn’t move. The moon never changed. And the stars—if you could call those unmoving, lifeless dots in the sky stars—were nothing but frozen memories.

This was the Hollow Sea.

Elias stood at the bow of the obsidian ship that cut across the ocean like a black arrow. There was no wind. No current. No noise except the soft creaking of the soulwood beneath his boots. His white cloak billowed in silence, even though there was no breeze.

Behind him, Kael leaned over the railing. "Feels like if I scream, my voice would never come back."

"You’re not wrong," Elias said. "This place eats time."

"Then we should hurry," Myra added, appearing beside him. She hadn’t slept since they left the Mirror Grave. The Sovereign mark on her shoulder hadn’t stopped pulsing since they stepped into the Hollow Sea. "The tether is close. I can feel it."

Elias nodded. His eyes burned brighter. The last Root was somewhere beneath this cursed ocean, and with it, the final chain holding Murael in place.

But this wasn’t just a mission anymore. It was personal.

Murael had whispered into his dreams. Had sent twisted versions of his past to taunt him. Had shown Elias what he might become—what he will become—if he loses this final battle.

Elias wasn’t just here to sever a chain.

He was here to kill a god.

The ship suddenly jolted. Not violently—but enough to make the soulwood groan. From the deep, something brushed against the hull. Kael stepped back, drawing his pistol. "What the hell was that?"

"Not waves," Ceryn muttered, holding his staff close. "That was bone."

The ocean beneath them began to ripple, but not like water should. It warped like liquid glass. Beneath the surface, ancient corpses of sea beasts floated silently, each stitched together by tendrils of green energy. Eyes opened beneath the depths. One of them blinked.

Then the sea parted.

An island rose—not made of rock, but twisted metal and fossilized flesh. Towers once belonging to dead Sovereigns jutted out from its surface. This was no land. It was a corpse—a city that had once floated between timelines. Now anchored here, turned into a tomb.

The ship groaned again as it reached the edge of the island. Elias jumped off without a word. His boots cracked against the glassy shore.

"We’re here," he said.

They followed in silence.

With every step forward, Elias felt the System stir within him. The world around him was hostile to the very laws he upheld. His fire dimmed the deeper he walked into the island, and each breath became harder. But he pressed on.

A soft humming rose from the center of the island. It was a lullaby. Old. Familiar. Elias slowed as the sound pulled at his thoughts.

Myra called out, "Do you hear that?"

"It’s not a song," Elias replied, voice tight. "It’s his voice."

As if summoned, a shadow formed ahead—tall, regal, faceless. The Hollow King.

Murael didn’t speak at first. He simply turned and began to walk toward the center of the grave-city, expecting Elias to follow.

And he did.

The others tried to come, but the sea pulled them back. One by one, Myra, Kael, Ceryn, even the strongest of the Sovereign Guard were swallowed into silence, frozen mid-step by the warped gravity of the place.

Only Elias walked freely.

Only he was allowed.

"I thought you’d resist," Murael said at last, his voice like broken glass melting in fire.

"I’m not here to talk."

"You are." Murael turned. "You need to understand what you’ll become."

"I’ve already seen it," Elias answered coldly.

"No," Murael said. "You’ve seen the pain. But not the reason. You think I want destruction? That I’m some monster seeking oblivion?" He paused. "You don’t know the truth, Elias. You never did. Not when you were born. Not when you died. Not even now."

They reached the heart of the island. At its core, encased in translucent crystal, floated the last Root. It pulsed once every minute, like the heartbeat of a dead god.

"You destroy this," Murael said, "and everything unravels. You think you’re saving them. But you’re just cutting the last thread holding your world together."

"I don’t care."

"You should." Murael stepped aside, letting Elias see the Root clearly. "This isn’t about choice. This is about consequence. You sever this Root, and the timelines fracture. You lose control. The System turns against you. Dominion Flame becomes Dominion Collapse."

Elias stared at the Root.

The crystal cracked slightly under his gaze.

"You keep trying to warn me," Elias said. "But you forget something."

"What?"

"I wasn’t reborn to survive."

Elias lifted his hand. The System blazed within him.

He roared, and his fire erupted outward—not white, not gold, but something deeper. Something with no color, no name. Sovereign Flame Absolute.

He plunged both hands into the Root.

The island screamed.

The sea thrashed.

The System exploded with prompts and warnings.

> [WARNING: Final Tether Severed.]

[SYSTEM STABILITY COMPROMISED.]

[SOVEREIGN AUTHORITY – TOTAL.]

[You have become: The Devil’s Sovereign.]

Elias fell to one knee, coughing blood.

Murael staggered backward, his form flickering. "You... fool..."

The sky above shattered.

Reality began to weep.

From the sea, a new shape rose—massive, endless, built from discarded timelines and corrupted memory.

"You brought the end," Murael whispered.

"No," Elias said through clenched teeth.

"I brought myself."

Lightning arced from his hands. The Root collapsed behind him.

Murael screamed.

Then vanished.

Elias collapsed.

And the Hollow Sea fell silent.

The world didn’t break with a roar.

It fractured with silence.

As the Hollow Sea began to recede, Elias lay crumpled on the shore, his hands scorched black, veins glowing like magma through cracked skin. His heart pounded in slow, thunderous beats—each one an echo of the Root’s destruction. His system interface blinked violently, glitching and twitching in the corner of his vision.

> [SYSTEM REBOOTING...]

[SOUL CORE OVERHEAT – EMERGENCY MODE ACTIVATED]

[You are now the sole wielder of the Dominion Protocol.] fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

[Title Unlocked: Devil’s Sovereign]

The flames that once danced around his body no longer burned with purity. They bled black at the edges, distorted, untamed. He had torn down the last anchor of Murael’s influence—but in doing so, he’d pulled something ancient, something beyond both system and soul, into himself.

He was Sovereign. He was cursed.

He was alone.

Footsteps approached through the mist. Familiar ones.

Kael.

Myra.

Ceryn.

They found him still kneeling, his palms dug deep into the obsidian sand, smoke rising from his spine. His eyes weren’t white anymore. They shimmered with a chaotic mix—amber, crimson, shadow, gold—swirling like galaxies trying to consume each other.

Myra bent beside him, her voice careful. "Elias... can you hear me?"

He didn’t answer right away. When he finally looked up, they all stepped back.

He looked like Elias.

But something inside him had changed.

"I’m fine," he muttered.

Kael scoffed. "Bullshit."

Ceryn’s voice was shaky. "That blast—no one should survive that. What are you now?"

Elias stood slowly. The air shimmered around him. Where his shadow should’ve been, there was nothing. Not even absence. Just a void that rejected light.

"I severed the last Root," he said. "Murael is gone."

"For now," Myra added. She looked over her shoulder. The Hollow Sea, once a dead ocean, now boiled violently. The towers on the corpse-island crumbled. Screams from beneath the waves echoed, but they were fading.

"No," Elias corrected her. "He’s not hiding anymore. He’s here. In me."

They stared.

Ceryn lowered his staff. "You absorbed him?"

"I absorbed what was left of the tether. But it wasn’t just code or corruption. It was identity. Murael wasn’t a man or even a mind. He was a force. And now... he’s a whisper in my flame."

"Then we burn him out," Kael said simply.

But Elias didn’t answer. He turned, facing the horizon. The stars above the Hollow Sea had changed—twisting into new constellations. Time had bent. Realms had realigned.

The world had noticed what he’d done.

And it was beginning to respond.

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The ship that carried them out of the Hollow Sea was no longer the same. The soulwood hull had transformed—now reinforced with glyphs burned into the grain, glowing faintly with Sovereign authority. As they sailed back toward the mainland, Elias sat alone at the prow, silent and still.

Myra sat beside him eventually, arms crossed.

"You haven’t said a word in hours," she said.

"There’s too much to say."

She studied him. "You’re afraid."

"I’m calculating."

"You’re afraid," she repeated, softer now.

Elias sighed. "The System isn’t stabilizing. Every Root I cut gave me more control... but less safety. The balance is gone. I’ve overridden too many laws."

"You’re telling me you—Elias Black, the guy who sliced a timeline apart with his bare hands—is finally doubting himself?"

"No," he said. "I’m doubting the world’s ability to survive me."

The wind shifted. A chill swept over the deck. Myra shivered.

"We need to talk about the shadows," she whispered. "The ones following us."

He nodded. "I know."

Ever since the Root’s destruction, strange creatures had begun appearing in warped pockets of the world—echoes of corrupted Sovereigns, malformed beasts that answered to no realm, no god.

The System had unleashed a side-effect it didn’t predict:

By removing the Hollow King... Elias had invited everything that was waiting to replace him.

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Two nights later, they reached the mainland. But the city of Trivane was not how they left it.

Fires burned in the eastern blocks.

People screamed in the distance.

Banners bearing the mark of the Red Thorn—a sect that worshiped Murael’s hunger—now flew above the rooftops.

The collapse of the final tether had sent a shockwave across reality. Cults were rising, sensing the weakened walls between worlds. Beasts crawled from forgotten ruins. Sovereign ghosts whispered in dark corners.

And in the heart of it, stood a figure in crimson.

Steve.

The manipulator. The assassin turned vampire. The one Elias had buried beneath flame weeks ago.

But Steve hadn’t died.

He’d evolved.

"Is that him?" Kael asked, tightening his grip on his blade.

"Yes."

"He looks different."

"He’s wearing my future," Elias said coldly. "Or trying to."

Steve’s skin was paler, almost glass-like. His veins glowed faintly red. But what truly disturbed Elias were his eyes. No longer human—just black pits leaking thin trails of shadow.

Steve smiled.

"Welcome home, Sovereign."

Elias stepped forward. The world bent around his presence now. Glass shattered as he passed windows. The air thickened. Children cried three streets away.

"I gave you a chance," Elias said. "You chose death."

"No," Steve replied. "I chose ascension."

They met in the plaza, surrounded by ruins.

Steve struck first—vanishing mid-lunge, reappearing behind Elias, claws swiping.

But Elias had already moved.

The ground erupted in a shockwave of flame and shadow. Their clash lit the sky.

This was no ordinary fight.

It was the beginning of something far worse.

—

Back in the distance, Myra clutched her chest. She felt the energy pulsing from Elias like a sun collapsing.

"He’s burning too fast."

Kael stared at the smoke rising. "Then we better be ready when he goes nova."

Ceryn whispered, "He’s not fighting Steve. He’s fighting what he could become."

And in the heart of the battlefield, as flame met blood, Elias roared.

> [Dominion Surge – 89%]

[Core Instability Detected]

[Sovereign Awakening Imminent]

But the System didn’t scream in warning anymore.

It chanted.

It obeyed.

Elias Black was no longer the user.

He was the rule.

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