For a moment, all thoughts came to a halt. He could only watch, spellbound, as the man’s footsteps echoed through the hollow void, sharp and clear.[1] The tap of his shoes rang like a bell in an otherwise empty world. Three steps away, two steps, and one. He stopped just before reaching the stairs.0

Then, with a bang, a flash of pure white light came crashing down from somewhere above. It was Brionac, the light spear—one of the king’s weapons capable of annihilating everything it touched. A “Lost Item” grade weapon, usable only by one who had reached the absolute pinnacle of all things.0

However, the hand that had thrown it was trembling. The King of the Dimensions felt fear, not consciously, but instinctively. It was a purely primal dread. His body reacted before his mind could catch up.0

Afraid? Me? The King of Dimensions couldn’t believe it.0

He was the most powerful being across all dimensions. Eternal and immortal by default, capable of erasing entire planes of existence with a single thought. In essence, he was a god in all but name. Yet, he had flinched before a mere human. It was shameful.0

Still, even he could see the truth: the man before him was a threat. They hadn’t even exchanged blows, yet he could already...0