Chapter 450
Chapter 450
Chapter 450
'God-Slaying.'
It was the moment Solomon became a true God-Killer.
The Great Sage told Zeke.
"The God of Chaos gave his tears in response to King Solomon's request."
Zeke knew what the tears of the God of Chaos, or Goddess Theia, were.
'Adamantium...'
The Goddess Theia's tears he received as a reward was the metal called Adamantium that contained the power of God-Slaying.
Zeke asked the Great Sage.
"Was there a reason King Solomon changed from sealing constellations in the ring to God-Slaying?"
The Great Sage nodded.
"The ring had limitations and couldn't continuously hold the many ancient beings and constellations trapped inside. There were endless beings disrupting the physical world."
King Solomon planned to kill those with weaker authorities among those he had captured in the ring, keep only the constellations he needed, and then go after stronger ones.
The God of Chaos, who wanted to crack the wheel of fate created by the constellations, willingly granted King Solomon's request.
He received the God of Chaos's tears and refined them to create the God-Slaying spear that could kill constellations.
He carried the God-Slaying spear on his back and a sword made of God-Slaying stone at his waist as he sought out cities ruled by constellations.
Cities filled with all kinds of entertainment and pleasure, seemingly unrelated to the twisted calamities on earth.
The golden city of Blanca that Zeke saw was one of them.
King Solomon found the constellations ruling the cities, drove the God-Slaying spear through their hearts, and cut off their heads.
Some constellations he trapped in the ring to control, others he simply destroyed.
Soon the name God-Slaying became a terror to the constellations.
"The constellations feared King Solomon who possessed immortal power that could never be destroyed. Judging they couldn't just watch him, they decided to have their final battle in Carcosa, where King Solomon once ruled."
Dozens of powerful constellations waited for King Solomon in Carcosa, intending to capture and seal him forever.
King Solomon likewise intended to kill all the constellations gathered there at once and liberate the earth.
A battle lasting dozens of days was fought in Carcosa, and numerous constellations were destroyed by King Solomon's hand.
But through those many sacrifices, the constellations finally managed to capture King Solomon.
He collapsed with his limbs severed, and the constellations, fearing his immortal power, decided to imprison him in the deepest abyss.
Hearing this, Zeke made a bitter expression.
"So even King Solomon couldn't overcome the power of the constellations."
The Great Sage shook his head at Zeke's words.
"The reason King Solomon was captured by the constellations wasn't because he lacked power."
The Great Sage's expression became complicated as he continued.
"King Solomon's goal was to save the physical world from the constellations. But what greeted him after subjugating the constellations were people throwing stones and spitting at him."
King Solomon never recovered from the shock of being denounced and betrayed by those he tried to save.
The constellations seized this opportunity to subdue King Solomon.
The Great Sage asked Zeke.
"What choice do you think a savior abandoned by those he tried to protect would make?"
Zeke fell into contemplation as he looked at the Great Sage who was asking him this question.
'The choice of an abandoned savior.'
At that moment.
Suddenly Zeke's vision changed.
'Huh?'
Pitch black darkness where nothing could be seen.
The Great Sage was nowhere to be seen either.
'What's happening?'
Zeke tried to get up in confusion.
But his body wouldn't move at all.
'I can't see anything, hear anything, or move.'
While Zeke was completely immobilized, a black shadow flickered.
A shadow without proper form slowly approached Zeke.
The shadow's voice pierced Zeke's ear.
【?????????????.】
Zeke realized this was the same language he had heard when he encountered Ajitahaka's true form before.
'What could this shadow's identity be to use this language...'
But then the previously incomprehensible language automatically translated in his mind.
【Your Majesty, how is it? Is this the result you have long desired?】
While listening to the voice echoing in his mind, Zeke tried desperately to move.
But being completely bound, he could only focus on the voice ringing in his ears.
【Immortal one, who must spend eternity neither dead nor alive, imprisoned in the bottomless abyss with all your senses taken away.】
Zeke understood the situation now - he was experiencing King Solomon's memories.
The voice came again.
【Your Majesty, I am ready to join with you at any time. To destroy those hateful constellations and bring true peace to earth.】
The voice kept tempting King Solomon.
Then, another voice echoed from the abyss.
"Why me?"
It was a voice like nails scraping metal, filled with unbearable weariness and despair. Zeke realized this was King Solomon's voice.
The shadow laughed.
【Finally speaking after ten thousand years, abandoned king.】
The shadow spoke again to Solomon.
【You asked why you? That's an answer you know best yourself.】
When Solomon didn't respond, the shadow continued.
【Abandoned king, you too were merely a puppet on the stage created by the constellations and the wheel of fate. The crack your existence created was too weak to destroy this world's order.】
The crack created by the God of Chaos imprisoned in Goddess Theia's name was insufficient to handle the constellations' power.
【The crack made by the God of Chaos wasn't enough. But... what if an even greater crack could be made?】
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Solomon's heart, stopped for ten thousand years, began beating again.
The shadow enveloped Solomon and whispered:
【Your Majesty, join with me. If you allow it, I will create a greater crack and destroy their wheel of fate.】
"Do you promise to stop the constellations and save the earth?"
The shadow rippled with joy.
【I promise, Your Majesty.】
"You must... destroy the wheel of fate."
The shadow transformed into smoke and entered Solomon's body.
RUMBLE!
Zeke felt the change in Solomon - a familiar energy was rising.
'Demonic energy?'
It was far more concentrated than any demonic energy Zeke had felt from demon beasts.
CRACK-
Solomon's body was transforming beyond human limits.
ROAR-
Zeke realized what this being was:
'Demon King.'
The king of all that is corrupt, master of the abandoned.
The savior rejected by his people chose to fall into the abyss and become the Demon King - a paradox of becoming corrupt to correct a twisted world.
RUMBLE-
Even the empty abyss began to shake with the Demon King's power.
CRACK-
As the Demon King stepped into the abyssal rift, immense waves of energy surged from the torn dimensional gap, crashing over Zeke as if trying to burn away his very soul.
"Grrrraaahhh!"
Amid the violent storm of twisted dimensions, Zeke glimpsed something through the Demon King’s vision.
A blinding light.
Massive, all-encompassing.
Without hesitation, Zeke leapt into that light.
Then—
Snap!
A sharp sound echoed in his ears.
Zeke’s eyes flew open.
He was back—inside the Great Sage’s chamber.
Cold sweat drenched his face.
"It felt like years had passed in a single moment…”
The Great Sage, calm as ever, poured another cup of tea and slid it toward Zeke.
"It’s herbal tea. Drink it. It will help clear your mind.”
Zeke’s hands trembled slightly. The trauma from just moments ago—being trapped inside that abyssal prison—had shaken him deeply. He struggled to lift the teacup.
And he thought:
‘If just this brief glimpse could rattle me so completely... then maybe it makes sense that King Solomon, imprisoned for ten thousand years, became the Demon King.’
He finally raised the cup and took a sip.
Warmth flowed through his body.
His mind, too, cleared—just as the Sage had promised.
Setting the cup down, Zeke looked up and asked,
“Sage… what I just saw—did you show that to me?”
The Great Sage shook his head slowly.
"Not even I possess the power to interfere so deeply with King Solomon… or the Demon King.”
"Then how? Why do I have those memories...?”
As he spoke, something flashed in Zeke’s mind.
King Solomon made a contract with an Elder Dragon…
‘A bond between a dragon and a human is eternal, unbreakable. Could it be…?’
Zeke’s eyes narrowed.
He looked directly at the Great Sage.
"Those memories—were they shared by the Elder Dragon… passed to King Solomon?”
The Sage offered a faint, knowing smile.
"The reason those memories were summoned now… is likely because you’ve inherited the Akashic Code.”
The Akashic Code—an authority that granted access to the dimensional server—a power that allowed one to read, manipulate, and record all that exists, and all that ever did.
Zeke suddenly grasped the weight of what he now held.
The Elder Dragon gave me the Kabbalah System… and now the Akashic Code itself.
‘Is it because I defy fate? Because I’m the one who must annihilate the Demon King…?’
The Demon King had chosen to tear open an even greater rift, convinced it was the only way to"set the world right.
But Zeke now bore the burden of stopping him—to preserve the world from the rift, not through it.
Once, Zeke had believed he just had to defeat the Demon King and reclaim his freedom.
But now, having touched Solomon’s memories, something inside him felt... complicated.
He clenched his fists and shook the thoughts away.
"No... No need to overthink. I’ll end the Demon King before he revives. I’ll eliminate anyone who tries to stop me. That’s enough.”
While Zeke centered himself, the Great Sage rose slowly.
Raising his hand, he summoned the Three Sacred Treasures, which lifted into the air and began to glow with divine light.
He looked solemnly at Zeke.
"Time is running out, Zeke Draker. There is something you must know.”
Ripples of radiant energy pulsed from the Sacred Treasures.
The Sage spoke again, his eyes locked with Zeke’s:
"The ‘Irreversible Promised Power’—the force that turned your life back to the past… was a mechanism I set in place.”