Chapter 69: The Child of Consumption?
HUMMMMM!!!!
A low hum rolled through the cavern the moment Akasha spoke, a deep vibration that seemed to crawl along the stone and settle into the bones of everyone present.
Divinity surged upward like a rising tide, thick and oppressive, filling the underground chamber with a pressure that made the torches flicker and the shadows stretch unnaturally long.
On the ground, the fallen Ancestor’s body gave a faint twitch.
Once....Then again.
Each movement was a slow, unnatural spasm, rippling through his limbs with an eerie deliberation, as though it were not the man who stirred, but something else within him rousing from a long and restless slumber.
His chest rose sharply, then again, then with a ragged, wet gasp he lurched upright, spine bending in a way that made the air itself recoil.
Then his eyes snapped open.
They glowed with stolen life — not the life of a man returning from death, but the life of something that had been waiting inside him, patient and hungry.
He looked around slowly, taking in the cavern with a calmness that felt wrong.
The rivers of blood, the collapsed Ancestors, the decapitated Dean and Elders — all of it reflected in his gaze without horror, without shock, without grief.
Instead, his expression softened into relief.
As if this moment was exactly what he had been waiting for.
"It was almost perfect..." He muttered to himself.
Akasha stepped out of the veil of dreams, his form materializing fully in the waking world. The air around him shimmered faintly with purple mist as he revealed himself.
The Ancestor’s gaze locked onto him.
He tilted his head, his voice low and curious.
"Hmmm, Boy can you see me...?"
Hearing the Ancestor, Akasha said nothing.
[Pride Affinity]
No, inside, he was already calculating — quietly, precisely, and relentlessly.
Every detail of the cavern, every shift in Divinity, every twitch of the Ancestor’s fingers fed into the plan forming behind his eyes.
He knew he could overpower the Ancestor in raw strength, but rank was not a trivial thing.
Rank meant authority, with real consequences if someone made a wrong move.
’With Kingship Authority, he could instantly render my Star useless,’ Akasha thought, the idea sliding through his mind like a cold blade.
’And with Emperor’s Authority... the consequences would be even more disastrous.’
So, he moved carefully.
He let his Pride Affinity seep outward, not to empower himself, but to swell the Ancestor’s pride, to cloud his judgment, to make him believe he was untouchable.
Pride was a blinding force — and Akasha intended to weaponize it.
[-3,000,000 DP = ??? (Tier 13) Construct]
[-2,500,000 DP = ??? (Tier 13) Construct]
[-8,000,000 DP = ??? (Tier 13) Construct]
Divinity flowed silently from him, weaving into hidden constructs that sank into the cavern floor, the walls, the air itself.
From behind, Melvin couldn’t see them — he could only feel the faint tremor in the connection to Dream Land as Akasha spent millions of Divinity without a single outward sign.
The Ancestor watched Akasha’s silence and smiled.
He had his answer.
’Hmm... and he was the one who killed the foolish Dean and Elders?’ he thought, amused, sensing no threat from a mere Tier 13. His smile widened into a mocking chuckle.
"Boy... you almost ruined my most glorious plan," he said, voice echoing through the chamber.
"The plan to become strong enough to defend this world in eighty‑nine years."
Akasha stayed quiet, weighing the words, wondering if the Ancestor truly understood he was nothing more than a vessel.
The claim itself was almost laughable.... imagine a single man who’d never travel beyond his world hoping to stand tall against an entire Pantheon?
’Strong enough to defend the world?’ he mused inwardly with a slight shake of his head. ’Even I’m not that arrogant...’
On the outside, he kept his composure, speaking slowly to stall for time.
"What exactly do you mean by ’defend the world’?"
The Ancestor’s lips twisted into a dark, knowing smile as he began to speak.
"It all ties back to the world of Kalpa itself. You see, boy... long ago, an envoy appeared when the Von’El were cast into exile. During that time, the envoy cut down and wounded many of our ancestors from the nearby academies and factions—"
But the words never found their end.
Akasha hadn’t come here for old stories, especially not to listen to things he already half-knew.
Ever since he’d dreamed together the outline of Kalpa’s situation, the updates and explanations from the Academies felt unnecessary, offering nothing new about the state of affairs.
What truly mattered now was tracking down the Wanderer and finding the Red Lady—two figures who held far more significance to his goals than any dusty archive or scholarly account ever could.
So, in the very next heartbeat, Akasha sprang into action.
HUMMMMMMMM!!!!!
[Blood Affinity]
[Grace Affinity]
[Battle Affinity]
[Space Affinity]
Instantly, the Ancestor froze.... as the blood flow in his body completely halted.
His muscles seized, his chest hitched, and for a heartbeat his body forgot how to move. The pressure built inside him, veins bulging, skin tightening, as if his own blood had turned against him.
In that instant, Akasha bent his space affinity, twisting it around the Ancestor, drawing it tight and crushing the air, the distance, and the cave itself.
The world shrank into a suffocating cage, every direction pressing inward at once. Before the Ancestor could summon even a trace of Divinity, the space around them trembled.
HUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
CRRRRAACKKKKKK!!!!
The constructs landed.
They didn’t simply appear—they arrived, slamming into reality with such overwhelming Divinity that the surrounding space of Kalpa inside the cavern couldn’t withstand it.
BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
The cave detonated inward, the fabric of space tearing open for a single, blinding moment.
The walls twisted, the floor buckled, and the air shrieked as the constructs locked into place, their presence heavy and unshakable.
The space around them burst apart—then just as suddenly snapped back, sealing itself with a brutal crack of force.
Akasha stumbled, his complexion draining of color, as a sharp, metallic tang filled his mouth.
COUGH!
He coughed once—as a thin line of blood slipping from the corner of his lips as the backlash of the void hit him hard.
’Shit...’ He thought inwardly as he continued to move through the Dreams of the Ancestor making his way behind him.
SHKKKK!!!!
SHKKKKKKK!!!!
SHKKKKKKKKK!!!!
At the same time... hundreds of dark‑purple chains erupted from the ground and walls, impaling the Ancestor from every angle, pinning him in place, suspending him mid‑air like a broken puppet.
The constructs held him there, unyielding, absolute.
Then, for just a fleeting, terrifying instant, the last construct... a massive, horror‑like figure appeared—lurking in the void, a single eye visible in the final moments of the healing space.
And then, it simply... blinked.
That single blink stripped away anything related to devouring or consuming power from the Ancestor.
His devouring Star, his Authorities, his innate powers—all severed in an instant, leaving him hollow, trembling, trapped.
In the next heartbeat, Akasha continued to move as grace and battle affinities fueled his body, smoothing the pain, sharpening his intent.
The scythe lifted in one smooth, unforgiving sweep.
SHHHHHHHK!!!!!
With just one swing....
Thud!!!
The Ancestor’s head separated from his body, drifting forward as the rest of him sagged against the chains.
The head tumbled through the air, landing in one of the rivers of blood as the body collapsed lifelessly beside it, the constructs dissolving slowly into the settling Divinity.
In that moment, Akasha put away his scythe and reappeared in the cavern, his expression calm.
"Those damn Horrors... they’re really something," he muttered, recalling the first time he had casually created one and witnessed its terrifying ability to completely erase something from existence.
"I need to find a way to counter those things..."
If the day ever came when he faced real horrors, he wanted to be ready—especially since just a construct had already proven to be overwhelming.
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