Chapter 107: Chapter 105: The Unworried Kaelen & The Omega Void Summons
A profound, suffocating silence descended upon the Universal Hub, a silence far more terrifying than any scream. All activity ceased. The vibrant chaos of countless civilizations, the ceaseless hum of trade, the constant flow of spiritual energy—all of it froze in a single, terrifying moment. A colossal shadow, darker than any black hole, fell across Elias’s obsidian storefront.
From the heavens, a being of pure energy descended, his form a condensed point of light so intense that reality itself warped and shuddered in his presence. It was the Multiversal Expert, Zorak. His aura was a crushing weight of cosmic authority, a force that caused time to tremble and the very air to scream in protest. Lesser beings, from simple mortals to powerful Universe Gods, instinctively dropped to their knees, their minds unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure. The sheer scale of his rage was a physical thing, and it was focused on a single, unassuming figure.
Zorak’s form solidified into a god-like being of incandescent light, his eyes two miniature galaxies burning with furious purpose. He hovered above the shop, casting his immense shadow over the entire commercial district. His voice, a resonant hum that shook the very foundation of the universe, boomed out across the hub.
"Elias Vance!" Zorak’s voice thundered, a sound that carried the weight of a thousand suns. "You dared humiliate my envoys. You dared defy my authority. Today, you answer to me. Stand forth and face your judgment!"
On the ground, employees and onlookers were in a state of utter terror. The bodyguards Kaelen had hired were on their knees, their forms trembling uncontrollably, their formidable auras completely negated by the sheer magnitude of Zorak’s presence.
"It’s him! The Multiversal Expert!" a young receptionist screamed, her voice a terrified whisper.
"He... he actually came in person," Kael, the seasoned Universe-level bodyguard, muttered, his face a mask of awe and fear. "This is it. This is the end. Nothing can survive this."
Within the storefront, Elias stood perfectly still. He felt the crushing pressure, the rage, the cosmic condescension. He simply watched the being who had ruled a universe with an unwavering hand, and he felt nothing but a quiet, detached interest.
Zorak, enraged by Elias’s serene indifference, extended a hand. "I shall not desecrate this universe with your dust. The stage for our duel is not here."
Without another word, Zorak’s hand glowed with a terrifying power. Elias, who could have resisted, did not. He simply closed his eyes, a faint, analytical smile on his face. He understood the unspoken rule, the ultimate etiquette between beings of their caliber. Fighting within a universe was forbidden, a cosmic law born from countless tragedies. Flashbacks and ancient lore, snippets of information he had absorbed during his cerebral expansion, flashed through his mind—tales of a time when arrogant Multiversal beings had clashed, their every strike a catastrophic event that unmade stars, shattered galaxies, and turned entire universes into nothing more than a field of cosmic debris.
Zorak’s hand flickered, and Elias felt a cold, immediate displacement. It wasn’t a teleportation in the conventional sense. It was a complete relocation of his essence, his being, to a different realm entirely. A second later, he was gone.
In the cosmic courts of the Multiversal Experts, on silent void ships, and in isolated cultivation temples, a tremor of recognition went through the most powerful beings.
"The Omega Void has been stirred," a being made of pure starlight whispered to another.
"He actually invoked the Summons? For a single man?" a stone-like creature said, its voice a low rumble. "This Elias Vance—how extraordinary must he be to warrant such a personal gesture?"
"The stage has been set. The final act has begun," a third expert commented, their eyes glued to a distant scrying orb. "This is not merely a duel. It is an execution."
Back at Elias’s company headquarters, panic reigned. The terrifying pressure from Zorak had vanished, leaving a stunned, silent void in its wake. The employees whispered, some too shocked to move, their hands trembling as they stared at the empty space where their boss had stood.
"Madam Kaelen... the Multiversal Expert took Sir Elias! He might be..." an employee stammered, his voice filled with a desperate, crushing dread.
But Kaelen, utterly unfazed, simply waved a hand and told them to return to their duties. Her expression was calm, her demeanor unshaken. Her smile, which had been tight during the initial confrontation, was now relaxed and serene. "And? Get back to work. The orders won’t complete themselves."
Her serenity baffled everyone present. The powerful bodyguards, who had just been paralyzed by fear, stared at her as if she were insane.
"Madam," Kael said, his voice laced with confusion. "Do you not understand? Sir Elias was taken by a Multiversal Expert to the Omega Void. It’s an arena for gods. He will be unmade."
"And?" Kaelen repeated, her eyes twinkling with a calm amusement that made her seem utterly detached from the gravity of the situation. "Did you not see? He wasn’t dragged against his will. He went. Do you think a man who can conjure a factory from his pocket and defeat five Universe-level cultivators in a matter of seconds is going to be intimidated by an overgrown bully?"
She walked past the still-shocked bodyguards and began to process the day’s pill sales, her movements as fluid and unhurried as if nothing had happened. Her utter lack of fear was a psychological weapon in itself. It confused the employees, it baffled the cultivators, and it made the onlookers wonder what kind of man Elias must be if his companion, the woman who knew him best, showed not a single ounce of fear of the impossible.
The transition to the Omega Void was disorienting. There was no sound, no light, no warmth. It was an endless, gray eternity of fragmented laws and absolute silence. It was a stage befitting a duel of cosmic proportions.
Elias stood calmly, his feet planted on a non-existent ground, a serene figure in a sea of nothingness. Across from him, Zorak materialized, his form now a colossal, towering giant of burning light, his rage a tangible, physical force. He was the embodiment of cosmic fury, and here, in the Omega Void, his power was at its absolute peak.
"Here," Zorak’s voice boomed, a sound that defied the silence of the void. "None will disturb us. Here, no universe will be harmed. Here, your arrogance will be met with the weight of eternity. Kneel, Elias, and I may grant you a quick end."
Elias, smiling faintly, simply shook his head. "Kneel? To you? You mistake me for someone who values your approval." He gestured around at the endless emptiness. "This is all for an audience, is it not? A show of power and authority. You are so used to being the most powerful being in the room, you are incapable of perceiving a challenge. You see my lack of fear as defiance, when in reality, it is simply... logical. I have no reason to be afraid. You are not a threat. You are an experiment."
Zorak’s rage flared to a new, terrifying height. An experiment? This insect dared to call him an experiment? The humiliation of his envoys was nothing compared to this. He was a god, a master of a universe, and this pathetic being was treating him as a scientific variable.
Far away, across countless realms, other Multiversal Experts tuned in, their gazes piercing the veils of reality to observe the unfolding duel in the Omega Void.
"Finally... a break from endless cultivation monotony," one said, a being who had spent an entire epoch in silent meditation.
"This is not a battle," another chuckled, a being whose form resembled a shifting star. "This is the final test for a man who believes he has found a new path. Let us see if this Elias is a flame that burns bright—or merely dust in the storm."
The Multiversal Expert prepared his first move, his form glowing with an immense power that caused the very void to tremble. Elias stood still, unbothered, his eyes calm, as if he saw something no one else could. He had prepared for this moment. The culmination of his philosophical journey, his cultivation, his very being. The Multiversal Expert was coming to crush him. But Elias knew the truth: the Expert was coming to test his theories, and his victory would be the ultimate proof of his unassailable, logical might.
The final act had begun. The first cosmic strike was about to be unleashed.