THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 803 Black Hole Sovereign

Within the outskirts of the Shadow Sect—in the exact area seized by the father and son for their training grounds...

After days filled with nonstop, deadly, and excruciating fights...

Abraham Starlight had his arms folded across his chest, eyes fixed on his son.

Ada Starlight was present too, positioned well outside the zone of destruction, her features etched with clear wonder.

The cause of her amazement...

Lay her brother, now positioned in the center of enormous wreckage and chaos.

"Whoooooof…"

Frey Starlight inhaled deeply, greedily drawing the air into himself.

His breathing was now wholly transformed—nothing like that of normal people.

For he lacked lungs anymore to process and distribute the air.

Rather...

His aura had assumed that function entirely.

Frey's form radiated an immense volume of aura... a shadowy, deep aura totally distinct from his father's.

Abraham observed briefly before shutting his eyes, a grin appearing on his lips.

"He's done it."

In just a few days, Frey accomplished what hardly anyone would dare to try.

It wasn't quite the same as Abraham's...

However, Frey attained his unique comprehension, crafting his World-Boundary-Breaking power from scratch.

The ordeal was far from simple.

To achieve such heights, he fully deactivated his regeneration, permitting his father to annihilate every organ inside him.

In one training phase, Nameless intervened personally... instructing Frey, exposing his mistakes, shaping his development.

Yet the outcome made the torment worthwhile.

Frey gradually parted his eyes, brilliant light emanating from their depths.

His overall presence had shifted completely.

"How do you feel?" Abraham inquired with a smile while Frey stood, checking his form.

"It's difficult to put into words," Frey responded, a gradual smile emerging.

"But… I feel far stronger now."

He hadn't grasped the complete scope of his powers yet.

Yet as Frey extended his limbs, realization dawned...

For the first time, his body—now wholly constructed from aura—matched the pace of his eyes.

In his clash with Amon, instances occurred where Frey's Void Eyes detected strikes...

But he couldn't dodge them, as his body failed to align with his vision's insight.

That limitation was no more.

This instilled in him certainty that a rematch would end in his victory.

What delighted Frey the most, perhaps...

Was forging a fresh addition to his skills with his own effort, independent of Nameless.

Nameless offered few remarks on The Absolute Manipulator, yet approved its potency... judging it suitable as a phase in Supreme Shadow Adaptation.

Shadow Adaptation: 8/8

Who could have foreseen The Absolute Manipulator enabling such a feat?

It stood no longer as an isolated skill.

Fully merged into Shadow Adaptation.

It served now as the fourth phase... slotted between Absolute Aura Control and Black Hole Aura.

Frey continued probing his enhanced powers when Abraham drew near.

"Your Absolute Manipulator varies slightly from mine… or better said, the aura differs," Abraham remarked, filled with admiration.

Frey nodded.

He comprehended precisely what his father implied.

"The difference stems from my possession of multiple aura types."

Frey stretched out his arms.

A tremendous burst of dark aura exploded from his frame.

"In this form, my body consists purely of dark aura… but—"

He halted, focusing intently to transition into a vastly superior state.

Slowly, a cosmic black aura coalesced around him... delivering crushing, dominant strength.

"Thanks to The Absolute Manipulator, I can now rebuild my body completely from Black Hole Aura."

This explained exactly why The Absolute Manipulator integrated as a vital stage of Shadow Adaptation.

For it meshed flawlessly with the sequence.

A subtle smile on his face, Frey tightened his fist.

"With this strength… I've advanced further toward my objective."

The words escaped him without thought.

Abraham's stare intensified.

"And what goal might that be?"

He yearned to uncover the force propelling his son's desperate, ruthless combat.

Frey grinned while striding beyond his father.

"I'll create it, Father."

Abraham blinked, startled.

"Create what?"

Frey paused next to him, his gaze settling on one particular figure.

His sister.

Ada, who started sprinting their way upon sensing the training's conclusion—and the area's safety.

"I will create a world… a world where my sister Ada can live in peace. And in safety."

His tone carried weight. Determination.

Under his father's observant gaze, he headed to his sister.

Abraham remained silent.

It proved a noble aspiration.

And yet...

It appeared straightforward, but pulling it off was virtually impossible.

Abraham Starlight harbored no illusions.

He knew precisely the sacrifices needed to pursue such a daring endeavor.

"My son… how far are you willing to go to achieve your goals?"

To attain that objective...

What tactics would Frey resort to?

Abraham held no answers.

Yet a foreboding chill gripped his heart.

Those reflections stayed buried inside him.

During the hours that came next, the trio shared moments together...

Isolated from all other living creatures.

A precious, heartfelt family gathering.

Something they hadn't savored in ages.

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Former Land of Humanity — The Empire

The continent, humankind's home until just lately, had transformed utterly.

That mighty human society now lay in ashes.

Be it the heartland cities once dominated by noble houses,

or the outlying hamlets where common folk dwelled...

All had crumbled into desolation.

Millions perished in one fateful night.

Humanity's champions snatched many from the Ultras' talons at the eleventh hour… yet for all their colossal, draining labors...

Rescuing every soul proved beyond reach.

Death typically seals the finale.

The ultimate period closing every story. Every existence.

Yet now...

A grotesque entity loomed over Earth, defying death's essence itself.

A monster called Thanatos Adamos...

hailed as Death personified.

Belgrade, the capital, now stirred with false vitality.

Legions of shadows prowled its thoroughfares, while the royal palace rose anew... crafted to indulge one man's every caprice.

These 'humans' scurrying about reached the millions.

But the vital shift...

Lay in their loss of humanity.

Their flesh indeed stirred.

Yet their eyes held no familiarity.

Turned to shadowy, radiant blue...

with fissures veining their skin sporadically.

Marks confirming their utter transformation...

Into minions bound to their overlord's decree.

Thanatos.

Belgrade became his stronghold, his springboard.

From it, he awakened the slain to form a loyal horde... poised to enact his grand visions.

Unlike Geppetto, Thanatos faced no barriers in rousing the departed.

Once upon a time, his legions ballooned to eclipse an entire species alone.