Chapter 709: Ash vs Absolutes
"Well then, I see this place is filled with Ancient Fools," Ash remarked casually, his words aimed less at the fighters and more at the collective race of Primedivas and the Reader’s Faction.
Though he hadn’t done much since arriving, simply being in the Source of Expansion had given him all the knowledge he needed.
For one, the boundary these beings were so desperately trying to shatter was one they would never be able to breach—it wasn’t made for them.
No matter how much immunity the Reader’s Faction held against the Greater Narrative, they were not immune to the very being who had created them.
To NovelGeek, these beings were meant to serve as one of the two final tests of Ash’s greatness, alongside his clan, a way to see if he was truly ready for what lay ahead.
The second, and perhaps more important truth, was that these beings were fundamentally broken.
While not all of them literally possessed Main Character abilities, they all wielded absolute powers—abilities that would always work exactly as intended, unstoppable unless met with an equally absolute defense.
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The two Primedivas he had tossed moments earlier rose from the cracked arena floor with the unhurried dignity of beings who had stood at the dawn of all creation.
The ogre brute rose to his full, towering height, scars glowing with primordial power as he glared down with open hostility.
"Who dares intrude upon our battle?!" he growled.
Beside him, the lithe elven assassin uncoiled like living shadow, his timeless features twisted in cold disdain.
"At least put up a power as a wager before intruding" he spat, blades reforming with a sharp shing.
Ash shook his head slowly, almost pitying.
"Alright... let’s just skip all of this and give the readers a good ass show."
The instant his words faded, he blinked.
In that heartbeat, the world seemed to pause.
The crowd’s roar softened to a low murmur, fighters froze mid-charge, and even the blazing red sky, framed by four suns and watchful moons, seemed to hold its breath. Ash’s voice sliced through the hush—steady, sure, and reaching every corner of the fight club.
"From this moment onwards... until I leave the Fight Club, all of you will see me as the Main Character you’ve been looking for."
He blinked again.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
Instantly.... all hell broke loose.
The arena detonated into a storm of raw enmity.
Hundreds of Primedivas—collectors hungry to slay the protagonist—charged from the stands and arena floor without a second of posturing.
In that moment, they knew exactly who he was.
Their mission was clear: take out the Main Character.
"T... the Main Character has appeared!" an ancient stone-skinned elder roared.
BOOOOMMM!!!!
Just with the sound of him landing in the arena caused an enormous crater as he swung his warhammer.
"We will end you here!"
Absolute power erupted across the pit in dazzling bursts beneath the deep crimson sky, the entire faction surging toward him as one wild, relentless force.
All the while, Ash stood firmly at the center, bracing himself as the unstoppable wave of fury closed in.
"Hell... yeah," he muttered, a slow smile forming. "It’s been quite a while since I had some real fun..."
With a quick crack of his neck, he spoke one final word before moving.
"Primordia."
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The moment Ash disappeared from where he stood, Primordia manifested in a swirl of quiet power at the edge of the chaos.
She stood with her long flowing hair that shifted between vibrant red and soft lavender and stepped forward with lethal grace, her presence as familiar and deadly as ever.
BOOOOOOM!!!!!
"Uhhh, M...master?" she asked, unable to believe what she had just witnessed.
As in that same instant, Ash came hurtling back through the air at blinding speed—slamming into the reinforced arena wall hard enough to spiderweb the stone.
Ash pushed himself upright, casually dusting off debris.
A massive hole had been blown straight through the center of his chest.
But ever since he had shifted into this new form, to what he knew would be his final form, he’d decided to embrace his true nature—by forgoing blood, flesh, and organs entirely.
Instead, his vessel held only raw, shimmering essence that swirled and churned within the wound like living starlight, already beginning to weave itself back together.
"Oh, Primordia... Stop looking so shocked," Ash said with a casual grin, meeting her gaze. "Go have your fun."
With that, he dove straight back into the fray.
His ever-shifting eyes locked onto the figure who had sent him flying—a bald man standing tall amid the swarm, unassuming build wrapped in a plain hero’s suit, cracking his knuckles with that easy, confident laugh.
"You actually managed to survive one of my punches?" He asked in mild disbelief.
Ash only smiled and said nothing... he only blinked.
HUMMMMM!!!!
In that split second, quantum energy coursed through him.
No matter how far the man’s punch had advanced, Ash magnified his own strike a millionfold beyond it.
No... to be more specific he shifted his fist into what could only be called the most powerful punch ever imagined.
As in a blur, he closed the gap and hurled his fist forward.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The impact was utterly cataclysmic.
The man’s disbelief died in his throat as the overwhelming force obliterated him completely...
His body, essence, and all—erasing him in a devastating shockwave that carved a crater into the arena floor and hurled nearby attackers backward like scattered leaves.
FWWWOOOOSH!!!!
Before the dust could settle, nine flaming arrows materialized behind Ash in a deadly arc.
They screamed through the air.
He spun and reached out to catch them, but the absolute flames simply incinerated his upper body on contact—reducing his torso, arms, and head to drifting ash and essence in an instant.
Yet Ash simply reformed in the next heartbeat, body knitting back together from pure swirling essence with the same easy smile on his face.
He rolled his shoulders once, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he faced the raging sea of enemies.
"Your powers truly are absolute, huh?"