Yandere Levelling in Her World Chapter 199 - 200: Story Repeats

Within grand Celestial Palace-like chambers, where marble columns soared towards the heavens and the floor resembled a swirling sea of clouds, a solemn judgment was commencing.

This was not any ordinary realm; it floated far above the mortal worlds, a sacred haven for deities. At its core, bound tightly to two colossal pillars, stood a woman of unparalleled beauty.

Her golden hair flowed like a living cascade, framing a visage that rivaled any goddess. Clad only in translucent, floating garments that delicately clung to her form, they offered scant cover to the smooth expanse of her skin, her pronounced nipples, and the intimate curves of her lower body.

The heavy chains dug into her wrists and ankles, holding her in a spread-eagled, helpless posture.

A conclave of divine beings surrounded her, gods in ornate armor and goddesses in flowing robes, their expressions etched with overt disgust. Their gazes narrowed, lips curled in revulsion at the presence of this intruder.

One goddess, her fiery red hair crowned with flames, stepped forward. With a trembling finger, she accused the chained woman. "Cast her out! Banish this anomaly! She has no place in our hallowed domain!"

A wave of murmurs swept through the divine assembly. A towering god, his back adorned with wings of pure light, shook his head. "What monstrosity is this? She emanates pure chaos."

Another goddess, bedecked in shimmering jewels, folded her arms. "Observe her. She reeks of a mortal prostitute. Utterly disgraceful. Mortal souls should never trespass here."

Observing from the periphery, a woman with midnight-black hair remained detached. Her demeanor was one of indifference, as if she held a prior acquaintance with the one on trial. She recognized this 'anomaly' for what it was – a tear in the very fabric of existence, a phenomenon she was quite familiar with, yet she remained silent, her dark eyes casually sweeping across the scene without a flicker of emotion, perhaps anticipating an event.

The blonde woman, ensnared by the chains, shuddered, her eyes wide with terror and bewilderment. Her voice, fractured and multi-tonal, as if multiple entities spoke as one, whispered, "Ren... Ren... Ren..."

The assembled gods exchanged bewildered glances. "What is she uttering?" a young god with hair like spun silver inquired.

"Ren? Who is this Ren?" a nearby goddess questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Presiding over the hall, seated upon a throne sculpted from starlight, was the elder god. He was powerfully built, his frame imposing, his thick beard streaked with gray, and his eyes blazed like ancient suns.

He leaned forward, his voice resonating like celestial thunder. "Silence! This anomaly has no right to exist within our realm. Dispatch her to the Abyss of Nothingness. Let her be utterly erased from existence."

The blonde woman whimpered, her whispered repetition of the name intensifying. "Ren... Ren..."

However, before the grim decree could be executed, the elder god's countenance contorted in sheer shock. Golden ichor erupted from his mouth, staining his formidable beard. Clutching his chest, he gasped for air. Standing directly behind him was his own son, a strikingly handsome young god with sharp features, a dagger buried deep within his father's back.

The weapon was the Dagger of Absolute Annihilation, an artifact lost to the epochs and spaces, its edge shimmering with a forbidden, potent energy. It was a relic that should not have been present in this plane; indeed, it should not have existed at all.

Audible gasps rippled through the great hall. "Father!" a goddess cried out in horrified disbelief.

"What heinous act have you committed?" a god bellowed, his fists clenching with rage.

"Treason! The son has struck down the All-Father!" another voice thundered.

The elder god's form slumped, toppling from his starlit throne in a lifeless heap, his divine blood forming a crimson pool upon the cloudy floor.

The blonde woman's expression suddenly ignited with recognition. Shouting with those unified, fractured voices, she proclaimed, "Ren! Ren! Ren!" The chains binding her disintegrated with a thunderous blast, lashing out like predatory serpents. They struck numerous gods and goddesses, crushing skulls and severing limbs. Screams echoed as divine bodies fell, golden blood spraying liberally, yet they swiftly regenerated, a testament to their extraordinary nature.

"Attack him! Slay the traitor!" roared a burly god, charging towards Ren, a spear crackling with lightning in his grasp.

Others rallied, summoning fires and tempests to assail the son who had murdered their sovereign. "For the All-Father!" they bellowed in unison.

But the blonde woman, now unbound and filled with righteous fury, observed them converging on Ren. Her form flickered, glitching as if an unstable illusion. In a blinding surge of movement, she unleashed pure chaos. She tore through the gathered deities, her hands transforming into razor-sharp claws that rent throats and shattered bone.

Gods unleashed bolts of pure energy, but she evaded them, her body phasing in and out of reality. A goddess swung her sword, only to have her arm wrenched off with a sickening crack. "No! Stop her!" the red-haired goddess shrieked before a distorted strike impacted her chest, caving it inwards.

One by one, they succumbed, only to regenerate moments later. Golden blood drenched the blonde woman from her head to her feet, her translucent garments becoming even more revealing as they clung wetly to her curves. The grand hall devolved into a gruesome charnel house, bodies littering the cloudy floor, pillars fractured by the ferocity of the conflict, yet not a single divine being met true demise.

A maelstrom of regeneration and fury engulfed the Divine Palace. The blonde woman, her form slick with golden ichor, carved through legions of gods, her talons tearing through flesh and bone. The severed head of a burly god remained detached for mere seconds before reforming, his eyes ignited with wrath as he stood once more.

"Perish, you anomaly!" he roared, unleashing a torrent of thunder towards her. She dodged the attack, but an onslaught of deities pressed forward, their wounds mending as swiftly as she inflicted them.

"Our existence is unending!" sneered a goddess with verdant eyes, her remade arm summoning tendrils of luminous light to strike. "We are eternal! Your strength will falter long before ours does!"

The blonde woman gasped for air, her physical presence wavering unstably. Her gaze shifted to Ren, who stood amidst the devastation, the Dagger of Absolute Death no longer in his possession; it had dissolved into nothingness. He had released it, his hands now bare, yet a cunning smile played on his lips as he surveyed the grand hall.

"Where could she be...?" Ren murmured, his eyes fixating on the vacant space where the black-haired woman had recently stood. "Ah, so you retrieved it, didn't you?" he chuckled softly, a knowing smirk broadening. "It begins again."

Undaunted by their recurrent "demises," the gods and goddesses reconstituted their formation and advanced upon the blonde woman. She retreated gradually, her faltering movements becoming sluggish as fatigue took hold. Positioning herself defensively before Ren, her eyes flickered between the approaching multitude.

"Stay back!" she commanded in her fractured voice, a chorus of overlapping tones like echoes from disparate dimensions. "You will not lay a hand on him!"

"Pitiful anomaly," scoffed the crimson-haired goddess, her inferno reigniting as her fractured chest regenerated. "You believe you can shield a traitor? Annihilation awaits you both!"

The silver-haired god emitted a derisive laugh. "Observe her falter. Her power wanes. Advance! For the All-Father's retribution!"

Distress contorted the blonde woman's features, her body glitching more violently as the divine beings drew nearer, their armaments radiating celestial energy.

Abruptly, Ren stepped forward. With a fluid motion, he encircled her waist, drawing her into his embrace. Before she could register his action, he captured her lips in a deep, fervent kiss. Her eyes dilated in astonishment, and a blush cascaded over her entire being, transforming her skin into a vivid crimson from head to toe.

"Mmmph?!" she vocalized against his mouth, her fragmented tones coalescing into a singular, startled cry.

The kiss awakened a primal force within her. Tentacles burst forth from her back, writhing and twisting like sentient shadows. Her form distorted unnaturally, supplementary hands sprouting from her sides, elongated and barbed, her body expanding into a monstrous silhouette of grasping appendages, sharp fangs, and undulating limbs.

The diaphanous garments disintegrated, revealing her transmuted state: a colossal abomination, her once-familiar curves contorted into a nightmarish yet strangely captivating form.

The gods and goddesses froze mid-stride, their countenances paling as they gazed in sheer terror.

"It... it is the Irregular!" stammered the jewel-encrusted goddess, her voice quivering. "As the ancient prophecies foretold... it has become the Destroyer!"

"Impossible... this cannot be!" shrieked the winged god, his luminous pinions flickering with uncertainty. "The oracle warned of this! The glitch that consumes all existence!"

"Attack! We must prevent it from devouring the palace!" bellowed the robust god, steeling his resolve as he charged with his lance.

Others followed suit, unleashing relentless volleys of fire, lightning, and divine force upon the grotesque entity. "Die, Destroyer!" they cried in unison. "For the sanctity of our domain!"

However, the creature, formerly the blonde woman, recoiled and emitted a deafening cry. The sound was a dissonant symphony of fractured screams, echoing like a legion of tormented souls.

The sheer power of the sound shattered the marble columns, intricate cracks spreading across the ethereal floor. The swirling nebulae beneath began to dissipate, thinning like morning mist.

"No! The foundations!" the flame-haired goddess shrieked as the palace shuddered violently. Debris of celestial stone rained down.

One by one, the gods and goddesses lost their footing, spiraling through the disintegrating clouds. "We are falling! To the mortal realms!" lamented the silver-haired god, his form disappearing into the abyss below.

The hall emptied in a torrent of divine bodies, their cries diminishing as they plunged toward the lower worlds.

Concealed behind a fractured pillar, the black-haired woman clutched the Dagger of Absolute Death. Its radiance reflected in her dark irises as she whispered to herself, "I will save you from us, my love... this time, I truly will. Once I succeed, I shall discover the answer I seek."