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"I told you, didn't I? If you want to kill me, you have to erase all concepts in existence. The collective data of Yggdrasil, akashic library, magic continent, quantum sea, etc." (Primordial Shadow)
On the other hand, I only have access to the data of Yggdrasil. Not to mention I don't have full perms, I'm an envoy that exploited slightly more authorisation than I'm supposed to have. I comprehend what she's hinting at. With this new power, I can kill her. But she'll just come back. This space won't disappear, I won't be able to escape. We'll be stuck in eternal combat. At the very least, my position has completely reversed compared to before.
I'm no longer killable. My words, my wishes, my thoughts have never changed. We exist within in a singularity, Vinia would have used up all her energy and being to manifest the Primordial Shadow. In other words, as long as I fight her and stay alive, Vinia would be out of commission in the real world too. Leaving Sariel to do as she pleased. Without any Heavenly Kings, the Traces couldn't pose any threat as well.
Time hasn't passed ever since I began fighting this being. In other words, by the time Sariel rescues, an infinite and incomprehensible amount of time would have passed for me. Finally my grim complexion ekes out a smile. A dirty wrinkled grin. Finally, the situation isn't so hopeless. I just have to wait until the end of time and sentience here, maybe even interfere with the real world with my new found powers.
I have to wonder, how is Arin doing? Is the underworld any different from earth? Is it a ceaseless pit of fire that scorches sinners without rest? Or a fluffy land of white with no hunger, despair and suffering? I'm sure as hell that she went down and not up. The secrets that girl kept from Lastia aren't something that should be shared. By cross referencing from every other universe, I can roughly hatch a guess as to what she was keeping under wraps. It's harder for the one keeping the secret, there's no doubt about that. I wonder who's the one being cursed? If only she put that forgetting curse on herself instead, it must have looked like temptation and mockery when Lastia goaded her.
I summon my trusty greatsword, a giant lump of blackish red iron. The sheen is unmistakable in this lightless space, it seemed to emanate its own brilliance against all natural laws. I wonder if it'd act as a flashbang if I pull it out on earth? It might even out a hole through the planet with its weight, or collapse under virtual mass and form a blackhole without a life span. Taking a couple of steps, my field of view shifted to a completely new perspective.
Teleporting the entire universe, with my unchanging coordinates at the center, the opponent's figure appear in front of me. Sparks fly into the air, numerous exchanges between our weapons occurred in that same space. Challenging my computation speed? Unfortunately for her, my computation is something I can pride myself in. After all, I was once the harbinger of victory for my creator, and the creator of another world.
Which came first? Divine concepts? Or the Primordial? The egg or the chicken? Humanity or the heavens? Without human observation, the heavens would not move. Without heavens authority, humans would not come to be. The truth was a paradox, when it comes to the matter of the arcane temporal status didn't matter. The humans of the future hypothesised and observed the heavens of the past, bringing the heavens to create humanity in the past. The paradox is transferred from the question to the process, it is never quelled.
So then, what truly matters? If all can be altered... Then everything becomes a game. A long time ago, the Primordial's answer was to become the strongest. As a result, they became the game. They encompassed all and can never be defeated. However, there is so much more to life than victory or defeat. That's why I'll prove to her that such a life is meaningless and have her kill herself.
Our great swords interlock in teeth gritting pressure, the swords dissolve and our bodies warp into inhuman shapes. Skin stretches into the distance before forming new fresh uninjured bodies far away. Discarding our previous melting coil as if nothing had happened. Her figure multipliers as she moves about, leaving numerous after images. Some of the after images began to move independently, launching attacks of their own. At a certain stage, using clones to attack becomes entirely meaningless. Infinite multiplied by anything is still infinite, nothing will change, nothing will happen. With a wave of my hand, all the clones and the original explodes.
In the end, only one of her will explode. We don't bother setting traps, as if the both of us are mutually fooling around. Calmly making decisions, rushing nothing. In a battle of this level, speed no longer matters, even computational load gets discarded after a while. I repeat the same trick, teleporting my opponent and the universe while I was at it. As if I was here all along, a trick that deceives teleporation detection.
Swinging my fist, my knuckles crash through her skull and spills her grime over my dress. Her body falls to the indistinct ground like a doll, collapsing with a soft thud. Her fingers twitch before her left arm pushes her body up. With a swing, armed with a great sword, my left arm bisects her struggling figure. Her body vanishes into thin air, standing far into the distance was an unharmed silhouette. Even her respawn time is instant. I wonder, I was feeling so helpless before, but now that I have the ability to kill I don't wish to use it?
"Kuku...! You don't like killing, but you like fighting don't you? Perhaps it's not your hobby or anything meaningful, it's simply something you suddenly picked up in the middle of this battle with me." (Primordial)
In other words, the opponent is starting to corrupt my mind? It can't be helped, it's what I've been trying to do to her. To hack into her divine core and overwrite her data. There's no way to truly defeat her, even if I 'kill' her, she'll come back no matter what. If she's protecting something, then there's no way for me to breach her defence. At present, she isn't even protecting herself, allowing all my attacks to make a dent. Like a house with an open door beckoning robbers to invade.
"You haven't even noticed it, but you can't even resist from smiling right now, can you?" (Primordial)
She's the same. Such a pathetic being, she can feel lonely like anyone else, hahah!