Chapter 450

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Chapter 450: The Clash

The Almighty knew deep within:

He was nearly invincible.

Inside the Giant Hive, even the word “nearly” seemed unnecessary.

Decades ago, before he became “the Almighty,” he was an ordinary extraordinary individual residing in Ring City. Back then, he was an “Explorer”—a rare and perilous profession even within the city’s confines.

Explorers were daring souls, venturing through rifts in time and space into unknown worlds, seeking fortune amidst uncertainty. The risks were enormous, but so were the rewards.

For some, these journeys led to untimely deaths, their causes forever unknown. More than 90% of Explorers didn’t survive beyond a year. Yet, for a select few, the rewards were life-changing. Even rarer—less than one in ten thousand—some attained extraordinary powers.

Driven by desperation, the future Almighty became one of them.

He had no choice. Saddled with crushing debts and trapped with no way out, embarking on this dangerous path seemed his only option.

His strength was undeniable—his Crown-level power allowed him to escape death repeatedly. But fortune never smiled on him.

Journey after journey, he faced monstrous entities and unspeakable horrors, yet failed to uncover anything of value to repay his debts.

Explorers from Ring City predominantly traveled to worlds brimming with souls—where life, or something akin to it, thrived. Venturing to lifeless worlds, after all, was futile. Without the resonance of the soul dimension, most forms of interdimensional travel would leave travelers stranded in the void.

But every world he visited turned out to be hostile. None were suitable for trade or survival—only danger awaited.

Then came a glimmer of hope.

Selling the last of his belongings, he gambled on a powerful artifact at an auction. It was a relic disguised as something ordinary—a crimson ring known as Blood Luck.

On the surface, Blood Luck appeared to be a minor artifact: a simple ring that faintly glowed under moonlight. But it was far more than that—a Civilization-level Relic with unimaginable power.

Its cost, however, was horrifying.

The relic granted unparalleled luck, but activating it demanded a heavy price: the life of the user’s closest relative.

The Almighty, burdened by desperation, didn’t hesitate.

Using the relic without restraint, he ascended rapidly—gaining wealth, power, and even stumbling upon remnants of an advanced civilization.

Through the annulus civilization’s remnants, he acquired tremendous technological and mystical power. But this ascent attracted danger. Agents from the Rock Morgan group—a powerful force in Ring City—attempted to eliminate him.

He barely escaped, fleeing to the Giant Hive of Noy Military.

In the following decades, the Almighty overthrew the hive’s original rulers, using cloning technology and advanced techniques to consolidate his dominance. He sealed the hive from the outside world, nurtured belief in himself, and continually grew stronger.

Even the Heart of Radiance, a terrifying cosmic entity, descended to challenge him. But despite the entity’s overwhelming power, the Almighty survived, thanks to the annulus civilization’s ultimate gift: time reversal.

With this ability, he became untouchable.

Though merely a civil technology from the annulus civilization, time reversal rendered even the mightiest opponents helpless.

Defeating him became an impossibility.

The Almighty knew that in time—whether centuries or millennia—he would complete the Ultimate Ritual and ascend to godhood, enslaving even the most powerful beings in existence.

His plans were perfect.

But the Doomsday Crisis disrupted everything.

As the world crumbled, even the Almighty recognized that time was running out. If he didn’t act, even his power to reverse time might prove futile against an apocalyptic future.

Then came the Babel Tower.

At first, the Almighty dismissed the organization as insignificant. No one from the Babel Tower had ever dared to infiltrate the Giant Hive.

But everything changed when Elene, a rebellion leader, joined their ranks. Suddenly, the Babel Tower declared its intention to destroy him.

Though annoyed, the Almighty didn’t panic. Even if their leader, the “Savior,” was a deity, it didn’t matter. With the annulus civilization’s power, he believed himself untouchable.

After forcing their initial retreat using time reversal, the Almighty began to gather information about the Babel Tower.

He realized their fearsome reputation wasn’t unwarranted. They had never failed a mission.

The Almighty considered the possibility that their Savior possessed powers akin to his own—perhaps even time manipulation.

Unlikely as it seemed, he grew more cautious. The stakes were too high.

As the Babel Tower regrouped, they adopted new tactics. Rather than assaulting his cloning centers, they infiltrated his personal hideouts.

The Almighty, always on the move, found it perplexing that they could pinpoint his location so accurately.

But he didn’t feel threatened.

After all, with time reversal, they could never truly harm him. Victory was inevitable.

When the clash finally occurred, it was against a formidable foe: a burning-blooded warrior of the Apocalypse, her spirit as fierce as her power.

The moment the battle began, the Almighty triggered time regression without hesitation.

He wasn’t interested in taking risks.

Victory wasn’t enough—it had to be guaranteed.

Later, Bai Yan, observing the aftermath, murmured to himself:

“Another rewind… Interesting. We’ve learned something valuable this time. The divine Scarlet Moon has the strength to rival the Almighty. With the Tactical Card’s support, she might even defeat her alone.”

He paused, his smile faint but resolute.

“Our combat abilities are sufficient. Now, we need a plan to eliminate all of them in one decisive moment.”