THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 840 Nameless vs Agaroth (1)

The adversary… was the Demon King.

Agaroth.

The entity who had never known defeat—never even once.

Facing him stood Nameless.

The sole individual who had ever come close to vanquishing him.

Upon a lunar body, far removed from Earth’s influence, the pair advanced slowly, side by side.

Agaroth’s strength had amplified considerably.

His cultivation level had ascended significantly since their last confrontation.

Nameless, in contrast, entered this battle in an incomplete state.

His formidable armor was absent. His most potent weapon was gone.

Of his entire collection of dark armaments… only the Shadow Bolt spear remained.

Perhaps the Absolute Manipulator was his sole genuine acquisition now.

Nameless’s void-resembling eyes flickered subtly.

Myriad pathways extended from their depths, threads of violet destiny branching into innumerable distant outcomes.

Yet, despite their sheer number… every single one concluded in the same outcome.

Annihilation.

Nothing short of utter defeat.

Agaroth was absolute.

Unquestionably dominant.

His pervasive darkness consumed every potential path, twisting them… until they all converged precisely where he willed.

'I’ve never grasped the source of his extraordinary power… nor how he achieves such feats.'

Nameless merged world-shattering abilities with an effortless grace.

His control rivaled—perhaps even surpassed—that of the Demon King himself.

He conjured a solitary blade within his right hand.

A sword of somber gray hues… a seamless blend of contrasting shades.

Behind him, ten additional blades hovered, each imbued with equivalent formidable power.

Within his left hand, the Shadow Bolt spear materialized once more.

'I am certain… even my fully realized self never truly comprehended him.'

'But understanding him is not a prerequisite… for stopping him.'

Nameless’s aura subsided.

It contracted… compressed… freezing in an unnatural stillness.

Until it achieved a state of absolute calm.

Agaroth displayed discernible interest.

A smile graced his features.

Nameless resembled a dim, flickering lantern adrift in a vast expanse of darkness.

It was as futile as attempting to halt a meteor with a mere iron sword.

Yet, the sword succeeded.

With every clash of their weapons, Agaroth's blade recoiled in a manner he had never encountered.

Until one solitary instance.

Emanating from Nameless himself.

'How is he accomplishing this?'

The King mused internally.

Even his transcendent sight failed to grasp the mechanism.

If Nameless' weapon possessed a power quotient of one hundred—

Then Agaroth's output surpassed a thousand.

The disparity was utterly overwhelming.

Nonetheless, the inferior force managed to repel the superior one.

The two exchanged dozens of blows in the span of an instant.

Then hundreds followed.

And subsequently, thousands.

The count relentlessly escalated.

Until the sheer quantity transcended comprehension.

Hundreds of thousands of strikes, unleashed within a fleeting moment—each solitary blow from the King alone would have been sufficient to obliterate Nameless' weapon… and more than enough to extinguish his life entirely.

This implied Nameless had been subjected to the brink of death hundreds of thousands of times in mere seconds.

A solitary misstep would prove fatal… just one would inflict damage his physique could never hope to mend, for the King had meticulously integrated multiple world-shattering abilities into his attacks, rendering regeneration an impossibility.

The masked combatant teetered precariously on the precipice of annihilation.

He survived by the barest of margins… time and time again.

And in contrast to Agaroth, Nameless' weapon found its mark.

It pierced his being.

It struck the King's form numerous times—inflicting wounds, drawing forth a strange fluid… though what flowed from him was not blood, but something entirely alien, something Nameless could not identify.

Perceiving himself outmaneuvered in direct combat, Agaroth's smile stretched wider.

'Let us tighten the noose.'

His body erupted with power, causing the very fabric of space to tremble in response.

In less than a second, celestial masses of astronomical numbers, imbued with peculiar energies, materialized around them.

Each aggregation contained power drawn from diverse, world-altering abilities.

Some blazed with the abyssal intensity of black fire, others with a dark orange inferno, and some with a searing, blood-red brilliance.

There were conglomerations of gore, shards of ice, torrents of water, swirling pools of molten darkness… and even manifestations of energy and aura previously unseen by mortal eyes.

The sheer magnitude of the aura unleashed was staggering.

Arguably the most potent output recorded since the genesis of the material cosmos itself.

Agaroth moved—

And his form fractured.

Harnessing the power of the Soul of Reincarnation, countless replicas of himself materialized, converging upon Nameless from all sides, ensnaring him completely.

Their number reached at least several hundred.

Each facsimile possessed the power to convulse the heavens.

"These duplicates lack the capacity to merge world-shattering abilities," the King stated with unnerving calm.

"However, I can circumvent this restriction… and elevate each one to my full hundred percent power."

The myriad celestial bodies.

The countless copies.

And Agaroth himself.

All barraged Nameless from every conceivable angle… converging upon him from all directions simultaneously.

The King imposed an incredibly potent suppression upon the flow of space and time.

Even instantaneous translocation was rendered impossible.

Escape was a null concept.

Resist—

Or perish.

Agaroth's laughter echoed, a deep and terrifying sound, akin to a cataclysmic storm rupturing the void.

"Let us discover how long you endure this time!"

Celestial masses, each unleashing world-altering capabilities.

Replicas possessing the same formidable resilience as the King.

And the King himself, capable of synergizing an infinite array of world-shattering powers.

It would not be an exaggeration to assert…

No entity within the material realm could possibly withstand such an onslaught.

And yet…

Nameless was left with no alternative but to confront it.

His void-infused eyes perceived every nuance.

Every potential outcome. Every incoming trajectory. Every imminent strike.

And from the sheer overwhelming volume of sensory data… a searing headache pulsed through him, his mind inundated in an instant.

He swiftly closed his eyes.

His form radiated a faint luminescence.

That same tranquil aura, once again, enveloped him.

"King's Domain."