Timeless Assassin - Chapter 1103 Glory For The Cult

Chapter 1103 Glory For The Cult

(6 months later, one week before the first attack, Leo’s POV)

Only a week stood between preparation and action, and yet success continued to elude Leo, as he still had a considerable distance to cover before perfecting his ultimate move.

So far, he had successfully integrated the first two phases of the technique, as both time divergence and spatial relocation had reached a level where he could rely on them in combat.

He could now split the time stream at will, creating a momentary divergence where two outcomes existed simultaneously, while extending his awareness across both streams in that fleeting instant, effectively placing himself in two positions at once.

But to add to that, within that same fraction of time, he could now bend space with precision, relocating his body instantly to any position within a two hundred meter radius, as long as his perception could anchor the destination.

This allowed him to vanish from one point and reappear at another seamlessly, as the temporal split ensured that any incoming attack failed to maintain a consistent target throughout the sequence.

“It’s good, but I want more….”

Leo muttered, as while this alone already made him extremely difficult to hit in combat, Leo understood that the move was still incomplete, as the final component refused to align with the rest.

The third phase, which required him to leave behind a destructive gravitational construct at the point of departure, continued to collapse during execution, no matter how carefully he attempted to integrate it.

As every time he layered creation and destruction over the existing sequence, the timing between the three laws destabilized, as the gravitational core either failed to form fully or dissipated before

reaching critical density.

Even when the construct did form momentarily, the interaction between the spatial shift and temporal merger disrupted its stability, causing it to collapse before it could serve any practical purpose in battle.

*Huff*

*Huff*

Leo stood within his training space, panting slightly, as he prepared to attempt the full sequence once again, his mind aligning each step with deliberate precision before he began with the execution.

“Alright, let’s do this once more…”

He muttered, as he imagined an enemy coming at him….

And right before the imaginary enemy was about to hit him, he reached into the flow of time, as he forced a controlled split that created two simultaneous paths within the same instant.

*Split*

The divergence formed, and immediately, he invoked the law of space, shifting his position sharply to a distant point, as his body reappeared nearly a hundred meters away without resistance.

The sequence held steady up to that point, as both the divergence and relocation aligned perfectly, allowing him to avoid the imagined strike that his mind simulated during the process.

However, as he attempted to condense a gravitational core at the location he had vacated, the instability surfaced once again, as the construct flickered into existence before collapsing prematurely.

The synchronization failed at the exact moment where all three laws needed to overlap, as the timing between divergence, displacement, and creation refused to align within the same window.

*Sigh*

Leo exhaled slowly as he came to a stop, his gaze lowering slightly as he replayed the sequence in his mind, identifying the exact point where the execution had broken down.

The issue was no longer about understanding or power, as he had already proven he could control each individual law with precision under normal circumstances.

The real problem lay in forcing them to operate together within a tenth of a second, as even the slightest misalignment disrupted the entire chain and rendered the move incomplete.

*Ruffle*

He ran a hand through his hair as he steadied his breathing, his thoughts sharpening once again as he adjusted his approach based on the failure he had just experienced.

“Seven days left…” he muttered quietly, as he thought about how after 7 days, he would have to vacate the Time Stilled World and occupy the new Central Base for Cult Operations, after which, he would not have the time to train like this for a while.

“It is what it is…. With the first two phases complete, I can at least hold my own against a God if I do run into one….”

Leo muttered, as there was no frustration in his expression, only focus, as he understood that he was already close to achieving what he had set out to create.

All that remained was mastering the transition point where the three laws overlapped, as that singular moment would determine whether the ultimate move was born.

But regardless, he felt prepared to move out for now.

Meanwhile, the veteran unit, which was going to be the first to be deployed beyond the Time Stilled World, had been relieved of their daily training duties, as with only a week remaining, they were given

time to say their final goodbyes to loved ones, and spend their accumulated wealth like there was no tomorrow.

Across the various districts, their presence felt markedly different from the rest of the soldiers, as these were warriors who had spent decades waiting for this exact moment, and now that it was within reach, restraint no longer came naturally to them.

They were restless even in celebration, as their energy carried a sharp edge, with laughter coming quicker and voices rising louder, as every gathering eventually circled back to the same topic- the war that was finally about to begin.

Some drank heavily with old comrades, slamming cups against tables while recounting years of training that had never been tested, as they spoke with burning excitement about stepping onto a real battlefield

at last.

Others sharpened their weapons obsessively, running their fingers across polished edges as though imagining the strikes they would soon deliver, their minds already drifting beyond the safety of the

sealed world.

Sleep came lightly to many of them.

And when it did, it carried visions of war….. Of blood….. Of victory.

They had spent their entire lives preparing for something they had

never experienced, and now that it was only days away, the anticipation clawed at them relentlessly, refusing to let them rest.

There was no hesitation left within them.

No second thoughts.

Only hunger for battle, for revenge, for the chance to finally avenge generations of repression.

To them, this was not just another campaign.

This was their promised war.

And as the final days ticked away, that hunger only grew stronger, as

every passing moment felt like an obstacle standing between them and the only thing they had ever truly wanted…..

Glory For The Cult.