Dawn of Day 3 outside the pocket dimension broke bloody red across the Blackfang Mountains. I was back in full juvenile dragon form, perched on the highest peak like a living storm cloud. Lirael stood beside me, wings half-spread, ready. The air tasted like ozone and impending war.
The System timer ticked mercilessly.
[Time Remaining: 27 days 14 hours]
Then the sky tore open for real.
Not a single feather this time. A full Legion—five hundred lesser angels in gleaming white armor, each Level 280 and above—descended in perfect formation. Their wings created a literal wall of light that blocked the sun. Trumpets of holy fire sounded. A Seraphim commander at the front, Level ???, raised a banner that read "Balance Must Be Restored" in glowing runes.
The commander's voice boomed across the range. "Void Dragon! By order of the Goddess of Order, surrender or be purged! Your existence ends today!"
I yawned, stretched, and opened my mouth. "Bro, it's not even breakfast yet. You guys couldn't wait?"
Lirael's telepathic laugh echoed in my head. "Show them what infinite looks like, my son."
I didn't bother with warnings. I activated Void Dominion at full power.
The 50 km radius around me turned into literal nothingness. Air vanished. Light bent. The entire front line of angels simply ceased—armor, wings, holy fire, everything deleted in a silent implosion. The rest of the Legion panicked and charged.
I met them head-on.
Time Fracture slowed the battlefield to a crawl. I zipped through their ranks like a black comet, claws slicing through divine steel like butter. Each swing allocated fresh ∞ into Strength; each breath of Voidflame turned squadrons into glittering dust. Lirael joined the fray beside me—her Eclipse Breath carving entire wings of the formation out of existence.
The Seraphim commander finally reached me, sword blazing. "You defy the natural order!"
I laughed. "Natural order? I am the new order."
We clashed mid-air. His holy blade met my claw and shattered on impact. I headbutted him so hard his halo cracked and he spiraled downward trailing smoke and prayers.
The battle lasted forty-three minutes.
By the end, the sky was clear again. Golden feathers rained down like morbid snow. The mountain range had new craters that glowed with void energy. My level had jumped to 478 from the sheer volume of divine experience.
[Legion Defeated]
Title Upgraded: Celestial Legion Slayer
[New Passive: Divine Interference Jammer – Blocks one full heavenly intervention per day. Cooldown refreshed.]
[Infinite Attribute Multiplier Unlocked: ×1.5 – All stats now scale 50% harder.]
Lirael landed beside me, breathing heavily but proud. "They will send more. Stronger ones. But word is spreading. The human kingdoms are panicking. Some are already sending tribute caravans up the mountain."
I reverted to human form and cracked my neck. "Good. Time for diplomacy. Or at least ramen diplomacy."
We flew to the Kingdom of Eldoria that same afternoon—me in cat-sized dragon form riding on Lirael's back for maximum dramatic entrance. The capital's walls were impressive until I sneezed and a section turned to polished obsidian. Guards screamed. Bells rang. The king himself appeared on the balcony in full regalia, flanked by his court mages.
I landed in the central plaza in full juvenile dragon glory, just big enough to look majestic but not big enough to accidentally step on the orphanage. "Yo. Tourist from the mountains. Heard you guys make good food. Also, heaven is coming for me in twenty-seven days. Want to be on the winning side or the 'oops we got deleted' side?"
The king—Level 142, looking like he hadn't slept in weeks—bowed so low his crown nearly fell off. "Great Voidreaver… we offer tribute. Gold. Artifacts. Our finest chefs. Just… please don't melt the capital."
I grinned. "Deal. Send the chefs to the mountain. Free infinite stats for anyone who joins Team Voidreaver. Also, tell your hero candidates to stop trying to stab me. It's embarrassing."
That night the city threw an impromptu festival in my honor. Lanterns floated everywhere. I sat in human form at the royal table, eating the best ramen I'd had since Tokyo, while Princess Elara—a half-elf beauty with silver hair and secret reincarnator vibes from Korea—sat beside me.
She leaned in, voice low. "You're… like me. Another world, right? I died in a car accident. Goddess gave me spirit magic. But you… you broke the System itself."
I winked. "Guilty. Infinite points. Zero chill. Want in? I could use a cute mage who doesn't scream when I delete angels."
Her cheeks flushed. "Maybe. If you promise not to melt my kingdom first."
The festival was still going when the next angel patrol tried to crash it—only twenty this time. I flicked them away with a casual Domain pulse before dessert arrived. The crowd cheered like I was the main attraction.
Back at the cave by midnight, Lirael had already sorted the tribute into neat piles. "The Dragon Lords felt your battle. Some are coming to the Summit tomorrow. Others… are still deciding which side to betray."
I allocated another casual ∞ into Luck just because. "Let them come. We'll give them a choice: join or become the first dragons to learn what ∞ really means."
The timer ticked down another day.
[Time Remaining: 26 days]
The first wave had broken. The real storm was only just beginning.