LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 36: Chapter 36
[Bonus chapter for the 500 powerstones. Want more chapters? Feed my greed, cash app me. $itachi1010author
I bring this stuff up because I have a life. I can't do 2 chapters per day, every day. Motivate me enough and I can even drop like 5 chapters. I'm not saying I will drop the novel, just don't expect a daily update. ]
"This battle is over," Ashborn said simply, turning away toward Eternity. Behind him, Gorr's body twisted and convulsed, deforming beyond recognition before finally… Boom.
He exploded.
Yet, even as his remains scattered across the battlefield, something unnatural happened. The shattered fragments of Gorr did not fade. Instead, they began to shift, writhing through space, drawn together by an unseen force. And then… They reformed.
Ashborn turned, watching as the remnants of Gorr reshaped into something entirely new. Slowly, a white-haired man emerged, clad in armor as dark as the void itself, absorbing all light around it. A crimson, dragon-like emblem rested on his chest, an ominous contrast against the pitch-black metal.
"So, you wish to challenge my authority?" The man's voice was deep, resonating with an undeniable weight.
Ashborn's eyes narrowed in shock for a brief moment, but as realization dawned, his expression shifted into something more composed.
"You used Gorr's body as a vessel to manifest outside the primordial void… meaning you're not just Knull from within Eternity, but the true Knull." Ashborn exhaled in irritation.
Of course. This wasn't the Knull from the comics or even that one Venom movie. This was worse. This was the true form of Knull, not his avatar within the Eternity.
It was safe to assume that Knull possessed every power across the multiverse, given that he now held the genetic code of all lifeforms. Unlike Gorr, he wasn't a mindless berserker—he was controlled, calculated, and far more powerful.
Ashborn exhaled, already preparing for the worst. He wasn't just fighting Knull; he was facing a superior version, one that surpassed even the comic iterations. Still, this wasn't Knull's true body—just a vessel. That meant there was still a chance, however slim, to win.
Knull extended his hand, summoning the All-Black sword—only this wasn't the weaker version that had fused with Gorr, nor the one seen in the MCU. This was the original blade, forged in the primordial void, imbued with the essence of Oblivion itself.
With a single, effortless wave, the battlefield shifted.
Ashborn's weaker shadows, his cannon fodder, simply ceased to exist. The rabbits, the ants, the endless numbers of smaller creatures he had… erased in an instant.
The stronger shadows remained, but they were barely holding together, damaged, and on the verge of disappearing.
"Weak," Knull said, his voice carrying an eerie finality. For a brief moment, Ashborn's heart skipped a beat, but in the next instant, his eyes turned cold. Without hesitation, he flashed forward, appearing directly before Knull while recalling all of his remaining shadows into his own darkness.
"Supreme Revenge Counter!" Ashborn roared, meeting Knull's descending blade head-on.
Blood erupted from Ashborn's nose, gushing from his ears and mouth. His eyes burned crimson, bloodshot from the unbearable strain. He had pushed himself beyond his limits, past what his body should have been able to withstand, for this one attack to land.
BOOM.
The Outside trembled. Everything shook. The impact sent devastating ripples cascading through the Far Shore, warping the very fabric of existence.
It was so catastrophic that someone had to step in.
A golden giant appeared, standing between Eternity and the devastation. His form radiated an overwhelming presence, his massive body glowing with cosmic energy. His chest pulsed with a bright blue light, and his head floated above his shoulders, detached yet controlled. Three heads adorned his form, though two were concealed beneath a veil, leaving only the forward-facing head fully visible. The leftmost head, partially uncovered, revealed only its chin.
The golden giant floated toward Ashborn, gripping the Hammer of Judgment in his colossal hand. Ashborn, suspended in the void, barely able to move, watched as his shadows instinctively summoned themselves to shield him.
Yes, Ashborn had one-shotted Knull. But the cost was staggering.
[Supreme Revenge Counter]- a technique Ashborn had created himself, was a devastating ability. It took the combined damage he and his shadows had suffered and reflected it back at the enemy, amplified tenfold. However, there was a far more dangerous effect.
If Ashborn's HP dropped below 5% while using the technique, he would forcibly swap HP with the target. In doing so, he would steal 95% of the enemy's HP, leaving them with only 5% remaining.
But this technique wasn't just raw force, it was omnidirectional damage. It attacked physically, spiritually, mentally, and even conceptually, a total assault on every aspect of existence itself.
Drawbacks: The technique could only activate if Ashborn physically touched the target. If the enemy's HP vastly outmatched Ashborn's, then absorbing 95% of it could overwhelm and potentially kill him instead.
The enemy, though weakened to 5% HP, was still free to act. And if they were strong enough, that remaining 5% might still be too much to handle.
Knull hadn't just damaged Ashborn, he had killed his shadows.
Unlike normal defeats where his soldiers could be re-summoned, the shadows that Knull erased were gone forever.
Ashborn had already been at 1% HP before activating the technique, he had ensured his HP remained at 1%. This meant that Knull's HP also dropped to 1% before he suffered the full force of the accumulated damage, damage from billions of shadows.
So yes, Knull was one-shotted.
But Ashborn was left completely drained, unable to move, his body frozen from the unimaginable strain.
And now, he could do nothing but watch as the Living Tribunal stood before him. Ashborn's frown deepened as he locked eyes with the cosmic judge.
The golden giant hovered above him, his face filled with unwavering fury, his massive form casting an inescapable judgment over the battlefield.
"I have allowed you to act unchecked for far too long," the Tribunal declared, his booming voice shaking the very fabric of existence. The Hammer of Judgment rose high into the sky, crackling with unfathomable power, one that did not merely punish but could erase beings from existence entirely… And then, it fell, aimed directly at Ashborn.
The shadows surged forward, their sheer numbers forming an impenetrable barrier around Ashborn. But they were nothing before the Living Tribunal's authority—they were overwhelmed instantly.
The Hammer of Judgment struck Ashborn dead-on, sending him rocketing through the void… Yet, there was no damage.
A stunned silence followed.
"W-what?" The Living Tribunal said in shock.