The shift from a savior to a force of nature is a heavy one. As the MC finds himself alone in the silence he created, the weight of his "prologue"—the life of a dishwasher, the struggle for a single credit, and the loneliness of his ascent—finally catches up to him.
Here is the continuation of his journey into a realm where he is no longer the predator at the top of the food chain.
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## The Nightmare of the Dishwasher
The Siberian wind didn't bite; it didn't dare. I found a hollowed-out cave of ancient basalt and lay down. For the first time since the "System" chirped in that cramped apartment, I closed my eyes.
Sleep wasn't a rest; it was a haunting.
I saw the steam of the industrial dishwasher, the caustic smell of cheap soap burning my nostrils. I saw the faces of the Hunters who used to walk past me, looking through me as if I were a ghost. I remembered the hunger—the literal, gnawing ache of a stomach that hadn't seen a full meal in weeks.
The "Equation" inside me began to churn. The Level Siphon didn't just take power; it took the essence of the things it killed. In my dreams, the screams of the Blood-Moon Lord and the Void-Walkers merged with the laughter of the elites who had looked down on me.
*"Still just a dishwasher,"* a voice echoed in the dark of my mind. *"A speck of dust with a bigger stick."*
The rage didn't start as a spark; it was a supernova. My eyes snapped open, but they weren't human anymore. They were voids of white fire.
## The Shattering
I didn't mean to destroy it. Not consciously. But at Level ???, my emotions had physical mass.
I stood up, and the mountain range didn't just collapse—it atomized. The rage poured out of me in a shockwave of absolute negation. The Earth, already fragile from the mana-drain, couldn't hold the weight of my fury.
I watched as the horizon curled upward like burning paper. The atmosphere ignited, turning the sky into a curtain of violet flame. The crust of the planet cracked, revealing the molten core, but even the magma froze and shattered under the pressure of my presence.
I was standing in the center of a dying world, a God of Nothing.
"If this world is too small to hold me," I roared, my voice tearing the fabric of the vacuum, "then I'll find one that can!"
I didn't use a skill. I simply gripped the air—the literal space-time coordinates of the universe—and **pulled**.
The sound was like a billion mirrors breaking at once. Reality splintered. Jagged shards of different dimensions drifted past me, showing glimpses of worlds made of gas, worlds of clockwork, and worlds of shadow. I stepped into the largest fracture, diving headfirst into the blinding light of a higher plane.
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## The Realm of the Primal Ascendants
I hit the ground with the force of a falling star.
Except, there was no crater. The ground—a dark, metallic soil that shimmered with raw mana—didn't even indent.
I stood up, shaking the temporal dust from my suit. The air here was heavy. It felt like breathing liquid gold. My internal sensors, the fractured remains of the System, began to reboot frantically.
[SYSTEM RECALIBRATING...]
[New Environment Detected: The Higher Firmament]
[Warning: Local Gravity is 10,000x Earth Standard.]
[Scanning Local Lifeforms...]
A shadow fell over me. I looked up. A child, no older than ten, was chasing a ball-shaped creature that looked like a condensed sun. As the kid ran past, the wind from his movement nearly knocked me back.
[Scan Complete: Human Child (Local Resident)]
[Level: 22,500]
[Strength: 85,000 | Speed: 90,000]
I blinked. My Level 4,720—the power that had erased the Demon Lord and cracked my home world—was equivalent to a toddler's playmate here.
"Hey, mister!" the kid yelled, stopping to look at me. He looked disappointed. "Are you a stray? You look really flimsy. Mom says I'm not allowed to play with the Level 10,000s, they break too easy."
I looked at my hands. For the first time in what felt like forever, they weren't vibrating with overflow. The pressure of this world was so immense that it was actually compressing my power back into a manageable form.
"I'm not a stray," I said, my voice finally sounding human again, though it lacked the god-like reverb. "I'm... new."
"Clearly," a booming voice resonated from the clouds.
I looked up. Floating a few hundred feet above was a warrior clad in armor made of collapsed stars. He didn't have a weapon; he didn't need one. His very existence felt like a sun pressed against my forehead.
[TARGET IDENTIFIED: High Sentinel Kaelen]
[Level: 100,000,000]
[Threat Level: Absolute]
The warrior descended, his feet touching the ground without a sound. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and pity.
"A 'Breaker' from a lower realm," Kaelen mused. "You destroyed your world just to get a seat at the table, didn't you? You thought you were the Equation."
He laughed, and the sound caused the nearby mountains—which I now realized were made of hyper-dense mana-crystals—to ring like bells.
"Welcome to the Firmament, little spark," Kaelen said, extending a hand that felt like it could crush a galaxy. "In your world, you were the end of the story. Here? You haven't even finished the table of contents."
I looked at his hand, then at the child playing with the sun-beast, then at the horizon where cities the size of solar systems glittered. A predatory grin, the same one I had in the Slime dungeon, slowly returned to my face.
"Level 100 million, huh?" I whispered.
I took his hand. The weight of the world pressed down on me, but the Level Siphon—now dubbed **Reality Devourer**—began to hum deep in my soul.
"I've always been good at math," I said. "Let's see how long it takes to add those zeros to my name."