Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

Chapter 98: The One That.... Wanders (2)

"Father...?" she murmured, voice barely a whisper in the void. "Is that really you?"

The man remained silent, nothing more than a projection of his power — a final safeguard left behind long ago.

"Tsk."

HUMMMMM!!!!!

With a low, guttural sound, the figure lifted one hand.

In an instant, a million constructs were gone.

Their bodies disintegrated into cosmic dust without a sound, erased from existence by an unseen force.

The void around Liliana grew eerily quiet as the remaining constructs froze in momentary hesitation.

At the same moment, the black blood assimilated into Liliana’s body.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!!

Power rushed through her like a warm, unstoppable current, mending her wounds in an instant.

Her aura flared outward in a dazzling burst as she ascended to the next great rank — Cosmic Union Tier 20.

Slowly, she pushed herself upright, chest heaving, a fierce smile tugging at her blood-smeared lips.

[Ink Affinity]

With nothing more than a thought, she called upon her Ink Affinity, and in her hand appeared a rapier of pure obsidian black — slim, refined, and thrumming with a fresh, potent energy.

Slowly, she pushed herself upright, chest heaving, a fierce smile tugging at her blood-smeared lips.

With nothing more than a thought, she called upon her Ink Affinity. In her hand appeared a rapier of pure obsidian black — slim, refined, and thrumming with fresh, potent energy.

Normally, Liliana would have been a force to be reckoned with in battle.

But here, in the middle of space, fighting not real beings but constructs, her abilities were severely weakened.

Not because of the void itself — but because of her opponents.

She was the Goddess of Burning Scriptures, thriving on ink, blood, and the written word. Yet what ink could she truly command in the emptiness of space?

What blood existed here besides her own?

"Tsk... and this even means my Decrees will be useless," she muttered, gritting her teeth.

Even with her recent ascension, she knew she was still just one small tier below them.

Her Battle Power might let her hit Tier 26, but they’d probably match it—or even surpass it—without much effort.

Still, she didn’t have the luxury of hesitation.

HUMMMMM!!!!

With no other choice, Liliana plunged back into the chaotic sea of millions, throwing herself into the fight with everything she had, determined to uncover the answers she’d come here for.

The blade hummed in her grip as she charged forward, her long blood-red coat whipping behind her in the weightless void.

And... the constructs met her head-on.

The first wave crashed into her like a tidal wave of steel and glowing eyes.

SHKKK!!!!!

SHHKKK!!!!!!

She twisted mid-air, her rapier flashing in elegant arcs — severing three arms and piercing a core in one fluid motion.

Instantly, the construct exploded into dust, but three more took its place instantly, their multi-armed strikes slamming into her side.

BOOOOOM!!!!!

The pain exploded through her ribs as she felt bones crack as she was sent tumbling through the void.

Before she could recover, another group descended.

BOOOOOOM!!!!

A heavy fist smashed into her shoulder, nearly dislocating it.

[-10,000 DP = Tier 20 Primordial Ranked Construct]

HUMMMMMM!!!!!

She hissed between clenched teeth and struck back, channeling her Divinity into the blade until it spun with a halo of ink-like edges, cutting down four constructs in a single sweep.

"Tsk... still not enough," she muttered inwardly, tasting blood as it slipped past her lips.

Her Divinity was far from endless—she had barely over seventy-five thousand—and she knew she couldn’t keep burning through it like this forever.

Yet she pushed on, swinging and slicing, refusing to slow.

She kept going, fighting through each day.

She used her Blood Affinity to create clones — dozens of crimson copies that fought alongside her, drawing fire and buying her precious seconds.

She spent Divinity wildly, manifesting plasma traps that exploded into razor-sharp ink, freezing illusion domains that slowed some constructs, and blood lances that pierced cores from afar.

But the constructs never stopped.

They came in endless waves, their countless eyes glowing with mechanical hunger.

They didn’t fight one by one — they overwhelmed.

She was sent flying again and again, her body accumulating bruises, broken bones, and deep gashes that she desperately tried to close with her own blood.

BOOOOOM!!!!!!

Then... a particularly vicious blow from a multi-armed construct shattered her left arm.

"ARGHHHH, SHIT!"

The pain was overwhelming....

Liliana gritted her teeth and screamed as she seared the stump with her own burning blood, refusing to give in.

And from that moment.... Two weeks dragged by in this nightmare.

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Her movements were slowing, each step more labored than the last.

Her breath came in uneven, harsh gasps, and droplets of her own divine blood drifted through the air, suspended and unmoving in the frigid space around her.

Only the crimson coat and hat she wore kept knitting themselves back together, tirelessly concealing what lay beneath, but behind that façade, her body was breaking down, piece by piece.

She now stood surrounded by over three million constructs, her rapier long since shattered and replaced by constructs of ink and blood.

She was running on nothing but sheer willpower, her body barely holding together.

Yet she refused to give in.

’Mother... Father... Amber...’

Thinking of them was the only thing keeping her upright.

’I can’t go down here, not like this.’

HUMMMMM!!!!!

With one last fierce cry that rang out through the emptiness, Liliana hurled herself forward for one final, desperate charge.

It turned out to be a deadly misstep.

The instant she made her move, every construct in the area closed in from all directions.

Their unified attack left her no room to escape or defend, overwhelming her completely. In moments, she was ripped apart by their sheer force.

When the cosmic dust finally settled, only half her body remained — drifting broken in the void, one arm gone, her torso sliced open, blood freezing in the emptiness around her.

But before the constructs could finish her, an overwhelming surge of power erupted—not from Liliana, but from the entrance to the ruins, right beside the breathtaking world of Kalpa.

HUMMMMMM!!!!