Supreme Lord: I can extract everything! Chapter 1 Prologue - Calamity Record
High above the gore-stained earth, myriad currents of energy converged toward a central point.
These shifting streams braided themselves together, forming a colossal, all-seeing eye that loomed over the carnage below.
With its opening, the chronicle of the great disaster commenced.
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Gripping a spear drenched in crimson, a man stood his ground. His black leather armor hung in tatters, yet he faced his adversaries with a sneer of pure derision.
His dark hair was a tangled mess, and his frame was covered in a network of bruises and gashes. Ignoring his agony, he swept his sharp, vibrant gaze across the horizon, taking in the sea of enemies closing in from every direction.
There was no path to escape.
The man was fully aware that this battlefield would be his grave.
Even with death looming over him, his resolve never wavered. Instead, his face remained twisted in a mocking grin.
"To think these old fossils actually crawled out of their stagnant caves to fight alongside the young prodigies of the Origin Expanse. I never imagined I’d be so beloved by both the elderly and the youth," the man remarked, a hearty laugh escaping his lips. "I even see lifelong rivals discarding their pathetic pride just to form an alliance against me. It’s almost touching~"
The Elven Empress stood among the ranks, accompanied by the Asura Emperor, the Demon King, the Dwarven Lords, and numerous other legends who rarely left their secluded domains. Today, however, was an exception. This mobilization was a desperate necessity to ensure their own continued existence and to finally crush a persistent cockroach.
Rather than leading their vast legions against one another, these arch-enemies stood shoulder-to-shoulder, every blade aimed at a single target.
The man listened to the furious bellows of some elders while others merely scoffed, yet his smirk remained fixed. Despite their outward confidence, their eyes betrayed the raw emotion hidden in their souls: a paralyzing fear.
Though he was vastly outnumbered, he remained still. The assembly was terrified of his final strike, their weapons trembling as they waited for the coiled serpent to finally snap his jaws.
The tense confrontation dragged on for hours until the sun began to dip below the horizon. As the final beams of light hit the plains, the visual impact was staggering.
In that instant, the entire battlefield appeared to be swallowed by a sea of roaring fire.
Finally, the man shifted his stance.
Spooked by his movement, the surrounding powerhouses instinctively recoiled.
By this time, the ground beneath the man was soaked with his own blood. His complexion was ghostly pale, shimmering strangely under the orange glow of the twilight.
Observing the sunset, he let out a soft laugh.
"My Fangs wi—...Hmm?" The man’s words cut off abruptly. He froze as a sudden realization struck him.
"This is..."
He stared intently at a specific point in the sky above, and a wave of uncontrollable rage surged through him.
"Who goes there? How dare you attempt to cast a spell on me?!" His eyes narrowed to slits, and he shifted into a combat stance in a heartbeat.
His eyes, dark as the abyss, flared with light, revealing a secret hidden from the rest of the world.
With a violent twist of his torso, he launched the black spear without a second thought, piercing through the empty air ahead of him.
The moment the weapon struck the void, the fabric of reality warped and the vision shattered.
In the wake of the illusion, a terrified youth was left behind, writhing in excruciating agony as if a razor-sharp spearhead had just transfixed his body.
Clutching at his chest, the young man bolted upright from his seat, his mind reeling in a daze.
However, as he looked down at his chest, the only thing he found was a familiar, worn-out old book.
'What in the world was that?'