The Monarch-Chapter 538: The Decimator of Worlds

Even the fastest among the demigods could not fully keep up with Kayden’s movements. At best, they could predict some of his shifts, but nothing beyond that. When Kayden reached the limits of his realm, an unsettling feeling took over him. He sensed that this was not his true limit, but rather something preventing him from further growth.

In response, Kayden fell into a frenzy, consuming hundreds of worlds every day. He became an unavoidable presence throughout the universe, his name echoing like a shadow of destruction. His slaughter reached such scale that it began to destabilize one of the universal zones. Entire regions became dead zones, incapable of sustaining life or mana.

The massacre reached colossal proportions, and the demigods could no longer ignore him. Eventually, two of them found Kayden during one of his bloodbaths. He made no effort to hide, and was easily found this time.

Zarathar, imposing and menacing, was a figure who inspired both reverence and fear. His skin, black as obsidian, reflected the vastness of the cosmos, while his silver eyes pulsed with an ethereal glow. His living armor, seemingly with a mind of its own, throbbed like a heart, transmitting raw power. The space around him curved under the weight of his aura, reflecting the immutability of his strength.

Lyssira, on the other hand, seemed to embody the perfect balance between creation and destruction. Her translucent blue skin glowed with an internal energy, while her eyes swirled like vortexes, devouring the light around her. Strands of golden mana and crystal fragments floated around her, forming an almost celestial halo. Her sharp aura seemed to trap everything around her in an invisible web.

In contrast, Kayden was surprisingly ordinary in appearance, with no aura or discernible presence. He seemed insignificant compared to the majesty of the demigods who had come to confront him. But as he sensed the aggression of the auras emanating from the two, Kayden released his own presence, a movement that completely altered the dynamic of the encounter.

Suddenly, his aura dominated the environment, expanding like an irresistible wave. All forms of life around him were instantly suppressed, and even the mana in the air became still, as if the very universe had paused to witness his manifestation.

The faces of the demigods contorted in visible fear. They could not comprehend what they were facing. Kayden’s presence was overwhelming, as if the weight of an entire world was upon them, taking away any possibility of escape or resistance.

"What do you want?" Kayden questioned, his voice reverberating in a beam of mana that sliced through the absolute silence.

Even under pressure, the demigods were not beginners in the ways of combat mages. Zarathar responded, though his voice carried a slight tremor:

"Your massacres... they must be stopped."

Kayden smiled upon hearing the words. It was a smile of disdain, from someone who knew exactly the position of power they occupied.

"And who will stop me? You?" His response was laced with provocation, and a clear refusal to halt his destruction.

Lyssira, regaining some composure, replied:

"We have an extensive group of mages, Kayden. Not all demigods have the strength to claim a domain of their own. That is why we united forces to dominate the center of this universe. We may not be the strongest, but we are the majority."

Kayden understood their intentions. With an ironic smile, he responded:

"The worms that feed on the scraps."

The response filled the two demigods with rage. Zarathar was the first to reveal his intent to kill.

"We were about to invite you, but it seems that death is a better path for you."

Kayden wasted no time with words. He channeled his mana, converting the three surrounding planes into pure energy. Before the demigods could react, he unleashed an attack in the form of a single, devastating lightning bolt.

Mages of this caliber avoided direct conflicts whenever possible. The consequences of such battles were catastrophic, and the possibility of mutual destruction made any confrontation a last resort. However, Kayden ignored these conventions.

The demigods raised a massive mana network, adorned with black and gold runes. It was a colossal defensive barrier, spanning millions of kilometers in the blink of an eye. However, defense was not their specialty. Both were primarily close-combat fighters, and the barrier, though powerful, was insufficient.

Kayden’s spell transcended space-time itself. Before they could understand what was happening, the bolt consumed Lyssira completely. She disappeared in the blink of an eye, with no chance to even react. One demigod had fallen, erased by a single attack.

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The space around them was shattered. The universe, in response, poured mana in a desperate attempt to restore balance. Kayden watched impassively, as he always did. To him, it was almost comical to see the universe reconstruct itself in mere minutes, reaffirming its incapacity to truly harm him.

Zarathar, on the other hand, was paralyzed. The intent to kill him had disappeared completely. He knew his life was hanging by a thread, sustained only by Kayden’s whim. When his eyes met Kayden’s, he felt as though he were staring into an endless abyss. There was no emotion, no satisfaction, no anger in Kayden’s eyes. He had killed Lyssira not for pleasure, but to send a message.

"Next time, bring better mages." Kayden’s words echoed through the void before he disappeared, leaving behind a devastated region and a humiliated demigod.

Moments later, the universe finally restored balance, flooding the space with a new wave of mana. Zarathar, still stunned, tried to threaten Kayden, but before he could finish, he received a slap that sent him flying. He didn’t even feel the space being distorted; it was clear what Kayden meant. One more word, and he would be dead.

Millions of years later, as Kayden continued his slaughter and gained notoriety as "The World Exterminator," he encountered a familiar figure once again: Netero. After a long absence, the old mage appeared before Kayden.

"Hello, Netero. How can I assist you?" Kayden greeted his acquaintance in a friendly manner, having faced no more unpleasant surprises since asserting his dominance over the weaker demigods. He continued to gain fame while laying waste to the universe.

Netero, however, seemed frustrated. He had spent all this time studying the mysteries of the soul, yet had made no progress. Altering one’s own soul was a Herculean task, filled with unimaginable pain and complexities that even his vast experience couldn’t overcome.