Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2669: Final Match

Chapter 2669: Final Match

Mount Olympus—Alpha Quadrant of Magus Universe

The arena trembled with thunderous applause. A million voices rose in chaotic unity, cheering what they believed was the final and deciding match—Kronos, the Lord of Time himself, standing tall against the crimson-haired female warrior, Earth’s strongest: Morgana.

But what the audience didn’t know was that this wasn’t the first time this battle had played out.

It was the fourth.

Kronos, god of time and ruler of the Olympians, had secretly used his forbidden artifact—a golden hourglass—to rewind time not once, but three times already in his desperate bid to defeat her. Yet even with reality bent to his will, victory continued to elude him.

He stood now, breath heaving, glaring at the bloodied woman whose eyes still burned with unrelenting fury.

“This is madness!” Kronos roared, his voice cracking the air like thunder. “How can you still stand?!”

Morgana staggered forward, her steps uneven, her blood sizzling where it touched the scorched marble. Her body screamed in protest. Her lungs heaved. The dark flames of Khaos flickered wildly around her, barely held together by her will alone. Her primal gaze never wavered from the figure before her.

Each time Kronos rewound time, he emerged renewed—his wounds sealed, his strength restored. Morgana, too, had her stamina reset. But unlike the caster, she carried the invisible weight of repetition. Every loop etched deeper into her spirit, her mind fraying, her soul burning.

And yet, she pressed on.

In the shadows of her consciousness, the voice of Killargagh—the guardian of Khaos—echoed through her mind.

<Your body is at its limit…>

Morgana wiped the blood from her mouth and whispered through gritted teeth, “One more time… Just give me one more… I need to hold on… for him.”

As Morgana summoned the full might of Khaos, chaotic flame roaring into a spiraling vortex behind her, Kronos sneered. “Stubborn bitch!” His divine aura flared to unleash his most devastating time spell yet.

When they clashed, the impact was apocalyptic.

Darkness and light collided in a deafening blast that rippled across the arena, sending shockwaves through the crowd. Even the divine barriers trembled. The sky fractured like stained glass, and a storm of temporal dust swept across the arena.

Both combatants were hurled apart. Kronos slammed into the wall, coughing blood. Morgana crashed into the ground, leaving a crater beneath her broken frame.

And yet, again, it was she who rose first.

Burned, torn, and soaked in her blood, she bared her crimson claws, the Khaos flame engulfing them, brighter than ever.

“Damn it!!” Kronos cursed, eyes wide with disbelief.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

In desperation, Kronos turned once more to the hourglass. He hesitated—his mind echoing with the warning given by the figure who gifted him the artifact: not to overuse the power.

But the god of time dismissed the caution with a bitter scoff. He could not lose. Not to Earth, not to some wild, unknown girl who refused to die.

He twisted the hourglass once again.

With a mechanical groan, the artifact activated. Blinding light burst, and threads of temporal energy coiled through the air like dancing serpents.

Time magic swept the battlefield like a flood.

But this time something was wrong.

The spell should have cast the world back a few minutes. Instead, everything around him remained frozen, not in reverse. Not rewound. Just… stopped.

The entire arena—millions of spectators, caught mid-cheer—hung in eerie silence. Their faces locked in place like statues. The clouds above stilled. The trembling of the coliseum halted mid-quake. Even the sacred flames ringing the altar flickered no more.

Only two figures remained untouched.

He and the seemingly dying girl in front of him.

Kronos’ brow furrowed. “A side effect…? A failure in the spell?”

He turned toward Morgana, who has finally fallen to her knee. He clenched his fist. “No matter. I’ll finish you first!!”

Kronos took a step forward to deliver the final strike—but froze.

Because Morgana… was smiling.

Not at him.

Toward the sky.

“I knew it…” she whispered, voice trembling. “I knew you’d come…”

Kronos turned sharply.

And saw it.

A tear in the very fabric of space hovered in the air like a wound in reality. From within the rift, light poured outward—pure, radiant, divine. A silhouette appears beyond the rift, floating with calm authority. Robed in white, radiating authority that warped the very air, his presence bent time and space in reverence. Even before seeing his face, Kronos knew.

This being was beyond him.

“Who are you…?” Kronos whispered, fear seeping into his voice. His survival instinct kicked in, and he raised his arm in defense. “This is a Magus Alliance-sanctioned duel! You—You dare interfere?!”

The figure did not respond immediately. Then, his voice rang out—deep, calm, and resonant. A divine whisper echoing through frozen time.

“Time and space have aligned… Destiny awaits.”

With a single gesture, light exploded from his palm—blinding, warm, and unstoppable.

The suspended arena shattered.

Time surged forward again like a dam had broken.

The sounds returned—the roaring of the crowd, the rumbling of the earth, the whipping of the wind. But it lasted only seconds before confusion swept across the stadium like a wave.

Gasps replaced applause.

Because the arena… was empty.

Morgana and Kronos were gone.

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Distance away,

Deep within the mysterious realm hidden in the belly of the World Beast…

A similar situation was unfolding. Figures were suspended in time within a glowing bubble of distorted space.

Emery watched in shock—his eyes wide—as a rift tore open before him, revealing Morgana and Kronos on the other side.

Before he could fully comprehend what he was seeing, the rift rippled. A sudden force pulled both of them into his realm.

Where once there had been four figures, now there were six.

“Morgana!” Emery shouted, rushing forward.

He knelt beside her. She was barely conscious, her body battered and bruised, blood staining her robes—but there was a faint smile on her lips.

“You…” she whispered hoarsely, her hand reaching weakly toward him. “You came…”

But in truth, it wasn’t Emery who had come for her—Morgana had been brought to him, pulled into this sealed space by the will of the mysterious figures.

Kronos, still dazed, struggled to comprehend the surreal shift. His eyes darted between the two Emerys, then to the unfamiliar dark elf standing in silence, and finally to the radiant being cloaked in glowing energy.

Rage flared.

“What did you do?!” Kronos bellowed. “This is beyond violating the rules of the duel—you’ll regret this!”

The mysterious figure gave no response. Instead, his voice rang out again—calm, powerful.

“All the pieces are present. Kronos has already agreed to the new proposal. Within you lies the key to break this realm. Let fate run its course.”

As soon as the final words were spoken, the rift behind the mysterious figure began to dissolve until it vanished completely.

However, the strange bubble surrounding them remained intact. They were isolated from the outside world.

Their eyes met, each trying to decipher the meaning behind the figure’s parting words.

“Are we supposed to work together to escape…?” Emery wondered.

But Talaro had a very different interpretation.

“The key to break this realm…” he muttered. “I see… Killing all of you is the key!”