Vile Rabbit-Chapter 146: doom realm. rusty blade.

The wrathful one turned his head upwards and gazed in the direction from which he sensed the gazes. His eyes shone brightly as he attempted to penetrate the doom realm and gazed back at the owners of those eyes, but it was futile, for the doom realm remained impenetrable for him.

At that moment, he felt the gazes vanish. He frowned and retracted his gaze as multiple questions flashed through his mind. Who do those gazes belong to? And Are they prey?

'I am running out of time. I need to speed up the collection of laws,' he thought as he felt another threat, one he had long perceived, becoming stronger and stronger as time passed.

His body then flashed into the distance.

He crossed countless cosmic mountains spanning literal light years in height, forests, and oceans just as tremendous.

Years upon years. Billions upon billions of light years travel. Killing divine beings after divine beings. Suddenly, he came to a stop and gazed at the endless battlefield that he perceived to be the center of the realm of doom.

On this battlefield, countless 6th and 5th tier warriors from all known and unknown paths battled.

With each death, a warrior became stronger; with a hundred deaths an elite among them was born, with a thousand deaths a king was born, and finally with a hundred thousand deaths an unrivaled champion was crowned.

And even though they were not divine, their collective destruction was equal to one in quantity but not in quality.

Cosmic storms of true meaning raged, destroying and tainting everything within a hundred light years. Their shouts, wails of agony, and rage morphed into shockwaves that spread out for light years.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Splat! Ahh!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

…

The wrathful one's gaze shifted upwards as he locked onto the divine battle, that was raging about

ten million light years above the non-divine battlefield.

Hundreds of humanoid and non-humanoid figures twisted and flashed as their laws bloomed into deadly attacks.

Among these figures, there was one that stood out and caused his mind to buzz with fascination.

This figure was akin to the sole embodiment of the very concept of

blade, it was clad in jet-black knight-like armor with an old and ripped black cape swaying behind. This figure wielded a black rusty blade that severed through its opponents' laws like leaves.

Slash!

This figure fought four enemies by itself, one belonging to the human path, one to life, one to tech, and one to death.

He silently scanned this figure, and an instant later, his eyes flashed with understanding.

This figure was born in this land of death, honed by survival, shaped by endless combat, sharpened by killing.

This figure was a quasi-miracle, a being who had forged a false path. A path below a beta, a path that grants imperfect evolution to those who travel it.

Those who follow these paths usually have major inconsistencies between life levels, strength, and lifespan. They might have the strength to destroy mountains or small worlds, but they might not be able to survive in a vacuum, or their lifespan usually never goes beyond their natural limits.

For example, if a creature's natural lifespan is a hundred years, it might not increase even when the creature reaches the state where it can grasp stars.

Creatures might also have the strength to destroy worlds, but their bodies are so weak that they might succumb to a stab from a random zero-tier creature if caught by surprise.

And the usual speed of advancing through the

dozens if not hundreds of ranks with in these path were extremely fast.

These paths normally come to an end at the 4th tier (which would be termed false tiers for them).

The 6th tier the maximum, as for the 7th tier, even their subconscious knows better than to dream of ascending to it.

No possibility whatsoever, or that was how it was supposed to be, and that was what he believed until now…

…

Shing! Slash!

The figure known as Rusty Blade moved with extreme calmness and precision as he faced his opponents. There were no flashy movements; each strike was simple yet magnificent, encompassing attack, defense, and even counterattack simultaneously.

With each strike, a law was severed, and a divine being bled. This rusty blade was also cruel, evidenced by the fact that whenever he felt even a hint of weakness or received the slightest injury he would randomly strike downwards towards the non-divine, killing trillions of creatures,

the death of those creatures would instantly recovered him, even if it was by a small percent.

Suddenly, a horrifying presence descended on the area where he was battling. All of their speed slowed to light speed.

His instincts screamed out; he grasped his blade tighter as he flashed backward, trying to distance himself from that area. As he shot back, his eyes and will pulsed as they scanned the surroundings for whatever presence was suffocating this

battlefield. Suddenly, dread washed over him as a obsidian shadow with a pair of starry eyes appeared behind the four he was fighting. Before the four could react, the shadow opened its abyss-like maw and,

Splat! Crunch! Crunch!

The shadow effortlessly devoured them, after which a wooden chest appeared before the shadow, and it spat out the laws of the divine beings it had devoured inside.

The shadow then gazed at him, their eyes locked, and at that moment, other than sending danger signals, his instinct also sent him something else. His mind raced, and a second later, he made a decision.

He vanished and appeared light years away from the shadow, a distance that was nothing to them. The shadow didn't react in any way; it only stared at him with unknown thoughts. Without hesitation, he slowly raised his blade upwards with his right hand, then stabbed it into the space before him, falling to one knee as his deep voice rang out:

"I submit to the alpha!"

…

The wrathful one gazed at the kneeling Rusty Blade. His eyes shone with many ideas as his path told him that if he accepted Rusty Blade into his patheon, Rusty Blade's false path would become a true path via receiving reconfiguration from his path.

'If he is this strong now and his path is only a false one, how strong will he be if it becomes a real one?'

He wondered, sensing immense potential slumbering within Rusty blade, the potential of a great pawn. His eyes flashed, after which,

Boom!

A terrifying will descended, and the entire battlefield froze after an ethereal contract materialized before him and Rusty Blade.

[#%+#^%, are you willing to accept Gamma into your patheon? Yes/No. Note that agreeing will mean you are willing to sacrifice a portion of your path essence in exchange for Gamma's path reconstruction.]

The wrathful one analyzed this will over and over again; it was still the strongest thing he had ever encountered, and he was once again extremely relieved that it was not sentient. He then answered,

"Yes!"

After which, pash! The contract shattered into tiny lights that fused with him. At the same time, his main self, which was in the process of comprehending fate, vanished and reappeared inside the ascension realm.

Shing!

A part in the form of a black rusty blade materialized beneath the martial path. The blade was long, and at the tip of this blade stood Rusty Blade, behind him were millions of transparent creatures.

Suddenly, the apex path started to dim, little by little, as sparks of light began floating from it and began fusing with the blade path.

Shing! Shing! Shing!

As they fused, the rust on the blade started vanishing little by little, and a few moments later, the blade trembled and,

Boom!

It started pulsing with the aura of a beta as it ascended to the same height equivalent to that of the martial path and it floated right next to it.

Boom!

After which, the blade path began to shrink as its hundreds of ranks compressed into twenty-one ranks/seven life levels.

After this, it formed an invisible connection with the martial path. The two started shining brightly as their essence intertwined, forming something akin to a circuit. Then

Shing!

The circuit connected to his apex path, after which, boom! It pulsed brightly as the essence that was lost recovered and surpassed its previous quality.

He felt that he utilized a portion of the blade's path authority just as with the martial path. The blade pathfinder would also have to offer him a portion of the faith that he received, as with Kane.

He scanned the blade path intensely, dissecting its ins and outs. As he did this, Kane and Rusty Blade started communicating with each other, both feeling that they could use their paths to boost each other's strength.

A moment later, Apexion's eyes flashed with clarity. The blade path was a path of obsession, the obsession of the blade. To walk this path, one must live the blade, all thoughts must be blade, and finally, I am blade. It was an extreme that focused solely on the concept of blade; all other concepts were irrelevant.

But even then this path was extremely strong when it came to combat; it might even be a little stronger than the martial path.

Blade! Blade!

With all that, Apexion vanished from the ascension realm and reappeared in his experiment realm…