MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1140: Have You Heard The Name

The sheer immensity of the Galaxy remains an enigma; its potential infinity or measurability is a subject of constant debate among scholars who have never journeyed from one end to the other, leaving its true scale as one of existence's greatest mysteries.

Within a Universe teeming with countless Galaxies, the Acarnis Galaxy held sway. Billions of light-years from the familiar Blue Planet, the Dusk Planet, and the Celestial Solar System, a solitary Planet drifted through the void of space. It existed apart from any Solar System, not orbiting any Sun, simply remaining in silent isolation.

This Planet was permeated by natural void gases capable of instantly obliterating weaker beings. Yet, life flourished there, as if its inhabitants had perfectly adapted to this hostile habitat. The sky was a perpetual black, the world cloaked in darkness as light barely penetrated its atmosphere. The air was bitingly cold, colder than frost itself, unwelcoming and harsh.

And upon this seemingly random planet, a meeting was poised to occur – one that held the potential to alter everything, or perhaps nothing at all, depending entirely on its unfolding and the intentions of those involved.

In the pitch-black sky, the fabric of space tore asunder, bleeding the Void into reality. From this rift emerged a being darker than the consuming darkness of the rogue planet. Though lacking discernible features, it stood upright on two legs with two arms, its form both simple and profoundly unsettling.

The being stood in silence for a moment, its non-existent eyes subtly shifting sideways. With a mere glance, it encompassed the entirety of the planet's state and nature. This was none other than the Demon King himself: Azrath Kaelthar Morvanyx Doomrend. A whisper of his name was enough to reveal your existence and location; merely hearing it invited hundreds of curses.

However, this was not his true form. After his encounter within the Klaus, the Demon King had remained sequestered in his Castle or Abyss, not venturing out again until this very day. The persistent thought of how a mere human could possess such strength lingered at the edges of his mind.

His current form was merely a projection, yet it still wielded enough power to annihilate entire races at his whim. Such was his overwhelming might, even in a projected state.

After a period of observation, he vanished from the sky, his figure reappearing at an arbitrary location on the rogue planet. Effortlessly, he conjured a table and chair from the planet's natural gases, shaping them to his will. He then sat in silence, a faint smile gracing his features, awaiting someone—or something—his patience seemingly boundless.

An hour elapsed. In the subsequent moment, the sky of the rogue planet, previously engulfed in pitch darkness, abruptly illuminated. The darkness receded as if the Heavens themselves had descended. High above, a replica of the Demon King's projection materialized, but this one shimmered not with blackness, but with a golden-white brilliance, radiating a light that starkly contrasted the surrounding gloom, embodying purity itself.

And who was this being? It was He, HIM, the sovereign of the Divinora Galaxy, the God, and the progenitor of the angelic race – a being whose very existence commanded profound reverence.

The God's eyes immediately fixed downwards, his gaze locking onto the entity radiating pure malice and chaos simply by existing. With that, the God's projection dissolved from the sky, his form manifesting before the Demon King. Without preamble, he lowered himself into a seat of natural gas, already prepared by the Demon King, accepting the unspoken invitation.

Silence descended upon them both. Darkness and Light, Hatred and Love, Evil and Holy, directly confronted each other's existence. Neither made the first move, a subtle 'smile' playing on the Demon King's featureless face.

Noting the God's reticence, the Demon King finally spoke, his voice echoing without a mouth, carrying an eerie resonance. "I assumed our meeting was meant to be discreet, not a declaration to the entire Galaxy," he remarked.

The God's projection offered no reply, remaining seated. Despite not being directly addressed, his holiness remained eternal and unshaken, his silence speaking volumes.

"Perhaps we should begin with introductions. I am Azrath Kaelthar Morvanyx Doomrend, the Demon King of the Abyssal Realm, ruler of all Demons," the Demon King introduced himself with the same playful smile. Unlike the God's projection's rigid demeanor, he carried himself with a casual yet terrifying presence.

Upon hearing his name invoked, the God's projection experienced a barrage of curses, mirroring those that had afflicted Anthony when the Demon King first revealed himself. Yet, as hundreds of these malevolent utterances washed over the divine image, it remained utterly unmoved, as if such imprecations were too trivial to warrant even a flicker of response.

"State your purpose for summoning this assembly and cease these frivolous displays," the God's projection commanded, its voice a measured blend of calm authority.

A smile touched the Demon King's lips. This was merely reconnaissance; no one had ever endured the utterance of his name and survived, not even his most powerful subordinate, a Rank 1 Demon Monarch. Only Anthony, possessor of a peculiar immunity, had withstood the sonic assault.

Now, this divine projection had achieved the same feat. The fact that a mere projection could withstand it suggested a being far superior to his Rank 1 Demon Monarch, potentially on par with the Demon King himself.

"Hah! Only one other has ever survived the hearing of my name," the Demon King declared, his tone laced with genuine curiosity as he deliberately sidestepped the God's demand.

The God's projection narrowed its eyes. "And who might that be?"

A hint of surprise colored the God's voice. It knew that even the most powerful Thirteen-Winged Angels would succumb to the curses that had just been unleashed. Therefore, anyone who had survived such an onslaught was either an equal or nearing that level. If such an individual existed within this galaxy, it was imperative to identify them and exercise extreme caution.

"Have you ever heard the name, Null Anthony?" the Demon King inquired, a playful glint in his expression as his unseen gaze locked onto the divine figure.

And with that exchange, the clandestine meeting between Light and Darkness, the supposed embodiment of Good and Evil, truly commenced, the palpable tension between them silently weaving the intricate tapestry of destiny for countless beings yet unborn.

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