After being teleported...
Agnes crashed to his knees.
"Ouchhhh... what is this pressure?" he groaned, clutching his head. "My head... this place... it's filled with dense Qi..." His vision blurred, the overwhelming energy around him pressing down like a mountain.
Too weak to stand, he slumped beneath a massive, ancient tree. Its roots pulsed faintly with the same Qi saturating the air.
Huffing, Agnes dragged out a book from his robe. "There has to be a breathing technique... something…"
Flipping through its fragile pages, he halted on a passage:
"When breath flows in and out, there is a turning point – a pause. By meditating on the gap between the in-breath and out-breath, the Supreme Reality is revealed."
Agnes inhaled sharply. "That's it."
Closing his eyes, he sat cross-legged. Breath by breath, he meditated on the pause. On the silence. On the void between life and death.
Time lost meaning.
He began cultivating.
He learned magic, mastered formations, tore through martial arts, and surpassed limitations—again and again. Centuries passed. Then millennia.
Though his appearance remained youthful, unchanged by time, he had endured countless trials. Across the ages, he had danced with death, embraced madness, took full control of his emotions and tamed the elements themselves.
Now, on the brink of enlightenment, one thing remained... just one.
And then—
He broke through. He reached the level of a Saint.
By manipulating his age through Qi, he took the form of a teenage boy once more—calm-eyed, strong, yet unfathomably ancient.
With a wave of his hand, space cracked. He tore open a teleportation gate with raw force alone.
Meanwhile, in the real world...
Only a few days had passed.
Yet the war raged on.
From Disciple to Master level cultivators, the battlefield was overflowing with explosions and Qi clashes. And still—the strongest hadn't even joined yet.
Humans, having fused cultivation with science, unleashed terrifying weapons powered by Qi—light sabers, energy missiles, hyper cannons, and more.
Demi-Gods and Angels soared through the skies, wrapped in Holy Qi and limitless protection, raining divine light upon their foes.
Meanwhile, Demons and Devils surged with Demonic Qi, their attacks radiating an endless power of destruction.
Beastmen roared, Elves summoned ancient spells, Giants shattered mountains with their fists, and Dragons flew overhead unleashing elemental wrath.
Holy and Demonic Qi clashed—canceling each other out.
Amid that stalemate, human tech surged forward. Their synthetic Qi systems had no counterpart.
Far above, the kings of every race watched from thrones—each confident their hidden trump card would tip the scales.
Suddenly—
A random human soldier screamed, "Deploy the Tactical Golem!"
A nearby Demi-God scoffed. "You think a mere golem will make a difference against us?"
But moments later—
The ground shook.
A long, towering mech descended from orbit. Qi surged through its limbs. Cannons buzzed with divine inscriptions and core formation runes.
The battlefield fell into silence.
Then chaos.
BOOM.
The Tactical Golem landed with a thunderous quake, its enormous arms cracking the earth beneath. Runic cores on its chest pulsed in sequence, and its metallic voice echoed across the battlefield:
"Designation: Heaven-Slaying Model 09. Initializing target mode."
Demi-Gods blinked.
A Dragon halted mid-flight.
An Elf general dropped her ancient staff. "What in the hell is that thing?!"
The mech raised its arm—and erased a hill with a single energy beam. Angels scattered. Demons shrieked. Even the Giants began backing up.
Meanwhile—
A sudden crack tore through the sky above the battlefield.
RIIIIPPP
A jagged tear opened in midair as if reality itself had been grabbed and ripped like a ragged cloth
. From within the chaos of space—
A hand emerged.
Then, a leg.
Then… a teenager with ridiculously messy hair, a dirty robe, and a stick poking out of his mouth like a toothpick.
Agnes.
He stepped out, yawning.
"Ugh... finally. That took forever."
A silence fell over the battlefield.
Even the Tactical Golem paused.
One of the Holy Knights squinted. "Is… is that a kid?"
Agnes looked around. His eyes widened.
"Wait… WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"
A Dragon screamed overhead.
A Demi-God roared, launching a sun-sized fireball toward him.
Agnes blinked.
"Nope."
He casually raised a hand and—poof—the fireball turned into human and animal heads that screamed and exploded into blood.
The crowd stared.
The Tactical Golem's scanning eye focused on him.
"Analyzing: Unknown entity. Threat level: Error. Undefined. Danger level exceeds measurable limits."
"Recommendation: Run."
Before the Golem could act, Agnes looked at it sideways.
"You shut up. You look like a rice cooker glued to a Gundam."
The Tactical Golem stood tall, buzzing with runes and divine artillery, preparing to fire a city-leveling blast.
"Initiating Obliteration Protocol—"
Agnes casually raised a finger.
"Shhh."
He snapped.
A ripple spread through the air.
Suddenly—the space inside the golem twisted. Pressure vanished. Sound vanished. Air vanished.
A vacuum.
From the inside out, the Tactical Golem's glowing eyes dimmed.
Its joints crumpled inward. Metal screamed. Runes flickered violently.
Then—
BOOOOOM!
The Golem imploded.
Just… poof. Gone in seconds.
Silence.
Agnes sighed, stretching his arms. "Alright... which idiot touched my artifact and caused all this? I can't recall those events."
The kings of Heaven, Hell, and Earth—who were watching—froze.
The King of Hell whispered, "He looks familiar... that Qi... but... it can't be..."
The King of Heaven narrowed his eyes. "It's… faint, but the artifact's signature is on him. That's… the Qi from—"
"THE GOLDEN ORB!" both kings shouted at once.
Agnes paled. He patted his robe.
Then he turned his back slowly and started whistling.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Must be some other teenager."
Agnes floated midair now, eyes locked onto the golden, glowing artifact hovering above the battlefield—the one every race was fighting over.
He narrowed his eyes.
"I have come to take what's mine."
Gasps rippled through the armies. Even the King of Heaven stood up from his floating throne.
"Is he... claiming the Golden Relic?"
Agnes raised a hand. The artifact trembled.
"Come here, you little glowing snitch."
With a flick of his wrist, the orb zoomed into his palm, pulsing with power. It spun like it recognized him. Agnes gave it a flat stare.
"You've caused me enough trouble already."
Then—without warning—he opened his mouth wide… and swallowed it whole.
Silence.
Even the clouds stopped moving.
A random elf soldier screamed, "DID HE JUST EAT THE GOLDEN RELIC?!"
A beastman fainted.
The King of Dragon roared, "That was our divine artifact! You can't just eat it!"
Agnes wiped his mouth.
"Too late."