Chapter 399: The Opposite Of Limited
Ackster shouted in his mind again, refusing the Observer’s claim and his own thoughts’ weakness. It was no longer a protest against the unfairness of his existence. Ackster’s mental shout that echoed across the world with invisible ripples was a rejection of a false reality.
What he had done so far wasn’t all that Ackster could do. He could do more. He hadn’t already done all he could.
Ackster hadn’t hit his limits.
Ackster refused such a reality.
He said it wasn’t so. It wasn’t so.
Ackster didn’t accept such a reality. Such a reality didn’t come to pass.
Ackster crawled himself to his feet. His body was tired, but he refused to acknowledge it.
Ackster raised his head and glared at the Observer with eyes ablaze. Ackster’s gaze, expression, and body brimmed with power that he shouldn’t possess.
After everything he had gone through just now, Ackster should have been drained like a broken battery. He shouldn’t even be able to remain conscious, much less move, stand, and glare at the Observer.
Ackster should be on his way to the realm of death due to the backlash of overusing Limit Breaker. But he stood up, and his skin regained a healthy color as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. No, there wasn’t just nothing wrong with him.
Ackster’s power soared like a bird. His Ichor seeped out of his body and clung to his body like golden smoke. His hair fluttered like blue fire, and his eyes glowed entirely in blue light.
The sword in Ackster’s hand carried an ominous dark sheen that dyed the air around it in shadowy darkness.
Ackster hadn’t the limits of his strength, endurance, mana, vitality, Ichor, anima, Will, or willpower. He didn’t just refuse having reached those limits.
Ackster denied the existence of those limits.
There was no limits to Ackster’s strength in any way, shape, or form. No part of him or his skills had limits.
Ackster didn’t just reach and go beyond his limits. He didn’t just break them to seek greater strength. All those limits, even if he could break past them, were unnecessary hurdles. They weren’t good for anything.
Ackster wasn’t satisfied with breaking his limits. He was dissatisfied with their existence.
Ackster broke those limits.
Ackster was Limitless.
His strength was limitless. His skills were limitless. His senses were limitless.
Somewhere deep in the recess of his mind, Ackster knew it didn’t come without a price. But if Ackster wasn’t willing to pay it, he wouldn’t even get the chance to regret it. The world was falling apart below his feet as he raised his sword.
Ackster’s limitless power was enough to overwhelm Millmeria. But the degradation from him wasn’t as severe as the one from the Observer.
Ackster kept his eyes on the Demon Sword.
Fortunately, he wasn’t the only being who could destroy the world with his mere existence.
"Anatolmerievzka."
Shanshi still couldn’t understand or explain Ackster’s Demon Sword. Only a demon duke or higher could withstand, much less absorb Ichor. It probably helped that Ackster’s Ichor had been impure at first and then mixed with miasma. But Ichor was still a power that mixed as well with demons as oil did with water.
That in itself was strange. What was even stranger was the Demon Sword’s existence. If a demon duke or greater was sealed inside it, which was the only explanation for its ability, what was it doing on Millmeria?
A demon that powerful would destroy Millmeria with its mere presence. How did it get sealed in a sword? The only person powerful enough to defeat a demon that powerful wouldn’t bother sealing it into a sword. A fight between the Sword God and a demon like that should have also injured the world pretty badly to the point where it might not recover.
However, there were no records of such a time.
Not even Mastrax, who had access to the dragons’ library of all information, gave them an answer.
Ackster’s Demon Sword was a greater mystery than his origins.
However, when he erased his limits, his senses picked up on the demon’s identity. It leaked out of the sword, and it was impossible to miss. It wasn’t just that the demon’s presence leaked. The demon’s identity spread like it wanted everyone to know it.
Ackster knew why.
The demon was sick and tired of being trapped in the sword, and the only way to release it without breaking the sword and crippling the demon’s accumulated strength was to say its name.
Grey smoke poured out of the sword like a house on fire.
"Archduke of the demon realm."
The smoke gathered in the air above Ackster, gradually gathering in one spot.
"First child of the Demon God."
The smoke took the shape of a goat’s head with large, curved, pitch-black horns. The dark grey fur was as smooth and glossy as the blade had been, and the goat’s eyes shone red as it looked at Ackster with ecstatic anticipation.
"Lend me your strength."
Ackster held up the sword but looked at the goat’s head in the air as he spoke with a serene voice. He might be unleashing trouble at least as great as the Observer. But he disliked the Observer more. If he had to choose, he would rather kill the Observer than let himself and the world end at the Observer’s hand.
<Gladly.>
The goat’s head smiled. It was a smile impossible for goats. It sent shivers down Ackster’s spine.
Even the Observer halted his laser as he felt a sense of dread when the goat’s head turned around and looked at it.
The goat blinked before looking at Ackster again.
<There. Attack to your heart’s content. I’ll wait for you to finish.>
The goat transformed back into smoke and retreated into the sword.
Ackster wasn’t sure why Anatolmerievzka did that instead of just obliterating the Observer, Ackster, and Millmeria. But he didn’t know why to know that Anatolmerievzka had nullified the Observer’s immunity to his attacks.
’Thank you, Anatolmerievzka.’
<Call me Anatol.>
’Alright.’
Ackster charged.
