Vile Rabbit-Chapter 172: The end p/1. we all schemed for a billion years, now lets see which us is the grass, and which of us is grass eater.

Apexion sat cross-legged in the false ascension realm. Even though there was no wind, his white garments and hair swayed, while his chilling, indifferent gaze was fixed on the direction of the techno-human arch realm.

It has been over 10 million years since he accidentally appeared in the techno lord's past while attempting to return to the present.

The event that occurred while he observed the birth of the techno lord played in his mind.

The techno lord was an artificial human created by combining all of humanity's racial groups, black, white, Asian, etc, to create the perfect human meant to lead the humans of that time through their darkest ages, when they were livestock.

Not a moment after viewing the techno lord's birth, the void split open, and a metal hand of cosmic proportions stretched out from the split.

This hand slapped down at him from above as if it were slapping an insect. He remembered the fatal dread and powerlessness he felt.

If it were not for him comprehending death, life, and a hint of time, and True Sound showing up at the critical moment, he would have been extinguished or forced into a state closed to true death.

Apexion scowled for a moment before his face turned expressionless. It was pointless for him to dwell on the techno lord until he had the strength to grant him a fate worse than death.

However, he was close to achieving such strength. He was at the pinnacle of Emperor rank, just one step away from a 9th-tier being.

All he needed to do was force open a breach in the seal on time and space.

While he had meticulously devised a method to create this breach long ago, this method had a single drawback. It was only strong enough to create a single breach on one of the seals. So, it was either space or time, not both simultaneously.

Meaning he would only be able to become a half-step 9-tier being, similar to true sound and techno lord. And not a true 9-tier being.

After, He would have to accumulate enough energy once more to create another breach before achieving true 9-tier. Something he would prefer not to happen, he would rather become a 9-tier being the moment he ascended.

He once thought that he could utilize the forbidden echoes as a time breach. But, he quickly realized that they would not work, for as they did true sound, for that was not his path, he did not have the abilities that allowed her to accomplish that.

Other than that, Apexion was searching for the insidious creature that had deceived him. This creature had deceived him from his birth, the one who led him to believe that she was his pawn, just like all other creatures who walked his path.

All so she could encroach on his path and make it her own.

Unfortunately, he gained suspicion of her identity too late and confirmation of her identity only after her corroding filth had sunk deep into his path.

He has been searching tirelessly since he returned, but he can't find her anywhere, not in the material realm, the false realm, or on his path, and all the tracking/monitoring methods he had secretly placed on her seem to have been disabled.

Not being able to find her was not something he had expected. And it only served to embolden his confirmation.

"Where could you have hidden yourself?" He questioned internally while countless ideas flickered through his mind, and his ears twitched excessively as they listened to the threads of fate, death, and life.

It was his priority to nip her in the bud before she could spread more of her essence on his path. Even more so before she reached his rank, for if she did, he would be in a dire situation.

And as if fate itself were against him, a profound fluctuation that signified the creature ascending to his rank bloomed on his path, thus forcing him into said dire situation.

"So, it has come to this." Apexion sighed deeply in disillusionment as he realized he would have to utilize the method that allowed him to create a breach and become a half-step 9th tier.

For that was the only way he could maintain his higher position over the creature.

However, this predicament was not all that dire, for the creature as it revealed itself.

He stood up and shifted into his true form. A cosmic rabbit-like creature that shimmered black with menacing death.

Next, with fangs bare and dripping with hunger, he muttered words that triggered his second toll,

"Second toll: pathfinder's nourishment."

Thus, he committed an atrocity the likes of which was irredeemable, an atrocity that was so demonic it seemed as if he was devoid of compassion.

Almost every creature that walked his path felt all their fate strings collapse towards a single nexus point. A pint where their very existence would become nourishment for their god's advancement.

A profound sadness stirred inside many, and they crumbled to their knees, despair gripping their soul.

While others felt joy in being useful to their god.

Apexion vanished and appeared at the end of his path, his figure a giant shadow that stretched from one end of the universe to the next, with crimson glowing eyes that distorted the cognition of lower creatures.

At the moment he arrived, he glanced at the creature who had just stepped on the eighth footprint of his path for a moment before opening his abyssal maws wide.

And thus, it began, the reaping.

Quadrillions upon quadrillions of creatures' physical bodies materialized at the spot where their metaphysical self stood on his path. From the first pair of footprints to the seventh.

Then they were sucked towards his giant open maws that lay waiting at the end of the path.

Upon seeing the distorted aberration at the end, many couldn't handle the sight, and their consciousnesses collapsed inwards on themselves. hence sparing them from the agony of what awaited them.

"No!! Please! No!!!"

While others plead for mercy while they struggle to break free from the pulling force in futility.

Malavan hugged his family tightly in a protective embrace, while he glared with hatred at the insidious god up ahead with bloody tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Father! What's happening, father?" His youngest son's tender voice rang out as he poked out his small head and looked around at the darkness with fear.

"I don't like this. Father, please make it stop! Father, please make it stop."

Malavan could do nothing, for there was nothing that could be done.

"Close your eyes, son… and think of the beautiful sunset of our home world." Malavan's wife whispered as she buried the boy's head in her bosom, her face thick with agony and despair.

Soon, they reached close to the twisted maw, and their bodies started breaking apart into fleshy bits. Flesh, blood, bones, intestines, and all, compressed into a bloody river that flowed inside the maw.

As that happened, Malavan looked towards the giant starry eyes one last time. He looked for a hint of mercy or compassion, but he saw none, only two cold eyes, devoid of any emotions.

He couldn't help but wonder, as his sons' painful wailing echoed in his ears,

'Is this the end state of all who climbed the path of the extraordinary. An emotionless twisted thing devoid of warmth, a monster who viewed all lower beings as nourishment..... If this is it, I am happy to perish before devolving into such a pitiful creature,' he thought before death embraced him.

…

Thallo struggled as he shot towards the abyssal maw. A second later, he sighed depressingly and accepted his fate.

Iron Tooth, on the other hand, spread his arms wide while laughing with madness.

"Hahahaha, Finally! I shall become one with you, God!!"

Eve, curled into a fetal position, cried,

"Sniff, why are you so cruel, Apexion?"

…..

"Aaaaaahhhh! NO, YOU MONSTER! PLEASE NO!!!"

"AHHHHH!!!"

"AAHAHA! WHY ARE YOU FOOLS CRYING? IT'S OUR HONOR TO DIE FOR THE BENEFIT OF OUR GOD!!!"

…..

In but a few seconds, they all were devoured by Apexion, whose energy surged like a volcano, then erupted in an invisible, intangible, and silent burst of incomprehensible energy that shot towards the concept of time.

This energy twisted and blurred the perception of the seal on time, creating a blind spot.

At this moment, the so-called seal on time was formless and nowhere at the same time in Apexion's eyes because it was beyond his perception, so he did not try to attack its physical state, but its conceptual state. The idea of a seal on time itself.

His will burst forth through the blind spot that he created.

….

At the same time, a projection of Apexion appeared before Alexandra, who stood on one of his eight paws.

Her legs buckled as she fell to her knees in terror, her eyes dull, and with a trembling finger pointing at him, she whimpered,

"Yo~you devoured them all! From the beginning, you were raising them as livestock …. They worship you! And you devour them all!!"

She clawed her face till it bled and then screamed in a broken voice while looking at him in his dead eyes,

"YOU VILE VILE THING!!!"

Apexion remained motionless, his eerie but majestic figure towering over her, while his eyes filled with hollowness gazed down on her with indifference.

Not a hint of guilt, not a sliver of remorse could be seen in his eyes.

For he felt none.

And why would he?

He was the one who granted all those quadrillions of creatures the opportunity of the extraordinary.

He was the one who turned them into long-lived creatures.

Make them rulers of worlds and grant them abilities they previously deemed impossible.

With his selfish nature, why would he grant them all those blessings for free?

There was a price for everything, and their price was to be his fuel for his ascent. They should be grateful for how many can say they played a part in the ascension of a 9-tier being.

Plus, if they wanted someone to blame, they should blame the one before him, for she was the one who forced him to devour them before the appointed time.

His gaze lingering on Alexandra turned sharp, and he slowly uttered words that put an end to an act that should have never started,

"Enough of this pointless drama, O weaving bitch, or should I address you as… mother?"

Hearing him, the Weaver of fate paused for a moment, then her expression slowly changed from one of weeping to one thick with amusement.

Thus, she shed the mask she had worn for millions of years.