Volume 2, Chapter 8: The Watcher and the Sharp Edge
Somewhere far away from the Phoenix God Star, in a quiet empty space where stars didn't even twinkle because there was no air, the Universe's Will began to move. It didn't have a face, but if it did, it would have looked very annoyed. It had seen Lakan completely change the Dragon Valley. It had watched him turn his huge star into a strong fortress.
It was getting tired of losing.
The Universe's Will reached out with a small push. It found a special frequency in a higher place — the original source of the Slaughter God. This wasn't the Asura power Lakan had dealt with before. This was the real beginning, the cold and empty root of the idea of "killing."
The push carried a clear message: A human who came from nowhere is trying to mix your pure Judgment with the dirty malice of a spider queen. They want to take control of your domain.
In that silent higher realm, a pair of eyes opened. They weren't filled with anger. They were worse — cold, empty, and calculating. Like a person looking at something that wasn't supposed to grow in their garden. The Original Slaughter God shifted slightly, and millions of stars around him suddenly went dark, their energy drained just to feed his interest.
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Back on the Phoenix God Star, the big celebration was still going strong. But the people enjoying it weren't ordinary folks from the streets. These were important people — parents of War Gods, sisters of Agility Goddesses, and others who had been brought up from the mortal world. They were still basically human, but the rich energy of the Phoenix God Star had given them very long lives.
Lakan stood inside a quiet private room deep in the Sovereign Palace. The walls were thick and made of special dark stone that soaked up sound. Outside, he could hear the faint beat of drums and cheerful noise from the plaza. It reminded him of the loud parties back in his old neighborhood, where the music was so strong you could feel it in your chest.
He missed that kind of messy, lively feeling. Everything here was too clean and perfect sometimes.
"You're thinking about the lechon again, aren't you?" a voice said.
Lakan turned around. Bibi Dong was standing in the middle of the room. She had changed out of her fancy clothes and now wore a simple dark tunic that let her move freely. Her hair was tied back, showing the sharp, determined line of her jaw.
"Maybe a little," Lakan admitted with a crooked smile. "The skin needs to be crispy, or it's not the same. But right now we have a different kind of cooking to do."
He held out his hand. The Asura God Core floated above his palm. It looked like a dark, angry bruise — deep red and pulsing with heavy power.
"Are you sure?" Lakan asked. His voice was gentle, like a man talking to his wife. "Once we start, I can't easily stop it. It's like trying to put the juice back into a squeezed orange."
Bibi Dong sat down cross-legged on a soft cushion. She took a slow, deep breath. "I lived for years with the Rakshasa's darkness crawling inside me, Lakan. If I could survive that, I can survive this. Go ahead and start."
Lakan sat down facing her. He didn't do any big ritual. He simply closed his eyes and let his Seven-Tone Harmony gently fill the room.
He slowly moved the Asura Core toward Bibi Dong's chest. At first, it resisted. The core sensed the heavy malice of the Rakshasa already inside her and didn't like it. It felt like trying to push two things together that didn't want to touch.
"Focus, Dong'er," Lakan said softly.
He used his Harmony like a steady beat. Thump… thump… thump. He matched his own heartbeat to hers, creating a calm bridge between them. He could feel how fast and nervous her pulse was. He slowed his own down, gently pulling hers along with it.
Finally, the red light of the Asura Core cracked open. A thin, sharp line of pure Judgment energy entered Bibi Dong near her collarbone.
She gasped. Her skin turned a deep purple where the energy touched. To her, it didn't feel like power. It felt like someone pouring burning liquid into her veins. The Rakshasa malice inside her immediately rose up to fight back. It was a thick, dirty green energy that tried to swallow the red Judgment.
"Don't let them fight each other," Lakan warned. Sweat was forming on his forehead. This was harder than battling a God-King. It was like carefully working on someone's soul. "If they clash too hard, it could tear you apart."
He used his 6D Vision to see the tiny movements happening inside her. He saw the Judgment trying to cut through the Malice. He stepped in carefully with threads of his own Phoenix power, wrapping both energies together like two different colored ropes. They weren't fully joined yet — they were just learning to exist in the same space.
The room grew colder. Frost started forming on Lakan's eyelashes. Inside Bibi Dong, the two powers were grinding against each other.
It was a battle of ideas. The Asura power wanted to judge and punish. The Rakshasa power wanted to corrupt and destroy.
Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly opened wide. They looked terrifying — one pupil bloody red, the other swirling sickly green. She wasn't seeing the room anymore. She was seeing every killing, every execution, and every violent death that had ever happened since the beginning of time.
"It's too much," she choked out. Her body started shaking. Her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood. "There are… too many voices. They're all screaming for different things."
Lakan reached out and held her hands tightly. He ignored the painful energy that numbed his arms.
"Listen only to my voice," he said firmly. "Ignore the screaming. Those are just noises. You are the one in control. You decide what is right and what deserves punishment. Don't let the power tell you what to do. You tell the power what to do."
He made his Harmony stronger, like a steady drumbeat. He kept hammering her soul back into shape every time it tried to fall apart.
But as the first hour passed, Lakan felt that familiar cold feeling on the back of his neck again. This time it was stronger. It wasn't just a feeling.
Someone was watching them.
And that someone was following the red line of the Asura Core back to its source. The Universe's Will had done its job. The Original Slaughter God was no longer just looking — he was reaching out.
Lakan didn't break his connection with Bibi Dong, but he looked up at the dark ceiling.
"You really can't mind your own business, can you?" he muttered toward the empty air.
He knew a challenge was coming. The Original Slaughter God would want to test if Bibi Dong was worthy of his power. And if he decided she wasn't? He might try to destroy both her and the Phoenix God Star.
But Lakan just held Bibi Dong's hands tighter. He had survived tough times on Earth, he had survived the Dragon God's madness, and he wasn't about to let some distant higher being ruin this moment for his wife.
"Keep breathing, Dong'er," he said, his voice regaining its usual playful tone. "We're just getting to the good part. And I promise, I'm not letting anyone cut in line."
Bibi Dong's breathing slowly became steadier, even though her skin was still covered in glowing red and green lines. To her, the feeling was strange and painful — like one half of her body was in freezing water while the other half was pressed against a hot stove.
She looked at Lakan. He looked tired in a very human way — the kind of tired a person gets after staying up all night taking care of someone they love. It made her heart hurt more than the energy inside her.
"You… you look terrible," she managed to whisper.
Lakan chuckled softly. "That's my girl. If you still have the strength to tease me, then you have enough strength to get through the next hour. Just hold on. I think we're about to have company."
A thin grey crack appeared in the air of the sealed room. It didn't lead to the celebration outside. It led somewhere cold and completely silent.
The real test was beginning.
End of Volume 2, Chapter 8