Outside the porthole, the battlefield was no longer visible. Kiriman stood on the command deck, gazing silently at the dark universe. Outside the porthole, only the ruins of broken warships remained, floating in space. At this moment, a Limit Warrior approached Kiriman, looking at him with some unease, and then quietly asked.

"My lord, should we send someone to pick up that person…"

"No need."

Kiriman shook his head, rejecting his subordinate's suggestion. He withdrew his gaze from the window and once again focused on the star map before him.

"The journey between him and us ends here. Let's continue to Terra."

After saying this, Kiriman sighed silently and sat back down. To be honest, Kiriman still hoped Duanmu Huai would fight alongside him. After all, over the millennia, he was the only familiar face Kiriman had. But unfortunately, Duanmu Huai had said he couldn't go to Terra, and his battlefield wasn't here. Helping out this time was the limit of what he could do, so Kiriman could only let him leave.

Although Duanmu Huai said he was a God, Kiriman didn't think he resembled those arrogant deities at all. Of course, according to Duanmu Huai, every morning when he wakes up, he persistently gives the Emperor the middle finger in Subspace—though from this perspective, he is quite arrogant.

However, Kiriman wasn't aware of the relationship between Duanmu Huai and the Emperor. They might have known each other for a while, and perhaps their relationship wasn't ordinary. Kiriman felt it wasn't his place to interfere, so he kept quiet about Duanmu Huai's irreverent remarks, after all—apart from not getting along with the Emperor—everything Duanmu Huai did was to protect humanity. Even from this standpoint, Kiriman had to admit it.

He didn't know if there would be another chance to meet…

The only thing Kiriman could do now was to wish Duanmu Huai well and look forward to their next meeting. Even though Kiriman didn't possess exceptionally strong psychic powers, he had a premonition that he would definitely meet Duanmu Huai again somewhere.

As for when that would be... that was unknown.

As for whether he would meet Kiriman again, Duanmu Huai didn't know, but right now, he had no mood to think about such trivial matters. At this moment, Duanmu Huai stood in an empty grand hall, staring complexly at Magnus, who was almost melting into an unrecognizable shape—though it didn't really look human to begin with.

However…

"You're really as headstrong as they come, truly Wizard Pony."

Looking at the remnants before him, which resembled a rotting, spoiled cream puff, Duanmu Huai rolled his eyes speechlessly. Originally, in Duanmu Huai's plan, he would rush here and completely obliterate Magnus' psychic energy with Destruction Magic, then beat it up so badly even its father wouldn't recognize it.

Duanmu Huai had even joyfully fantasized about the embarrassing scene of Magnus crying when beaten up! The brawny, red-skinned cyclops Oga, crying and struggling beneath him, tear-strained face—a truly delightful image!

But as it turns out, Wizard Pony shows its true colors only when it decides on something big. Duanmu Huai hadn't even acted yet, and Magnus had an epiphany, directly throwing out a major success, then saw through Duanmu Huai's ancient form at once—Seeing through it as it might be, if you have a firm mind you could withstand it.

However, Magnus wasn't even as mentally sturdy as a mortal, losing 50 sanity at once, and being Subspace-related by nature, was subconsciously absorbed by Duanmu Huai.

To put it in less adequate terms, what Magnus did was like charging bravely toward an oncoming tiger, then actively sliding into its mouth—before the tiger had time to react, landing directly into its stomach.

What a weakling and yet loves to play.

"Why did you bother to do that, aren't you crazy? Why not just let me kill you?"

You should know, Duanmu Huai still planned to stay here for a while, letting his Sixth Heavenly Demon King absorb some more Power of Faith and Divine Power, after all, there aren't many places with so many Cultists and Evil Gods. Some worlds might have cults, but there aren't many Evil Gods who respond to cultists' every whim!

It's rare to find such a good opportunity to fleece some wool, so Duanmu Huai planned to fleece some more.

But now it's all messed up…

Looking at Magnus' broken head, Duanmu Huai's face was black as coal, while Magnus looked on uncomprehendingly with its cyclops, staring intently at Duanmu Huai.

Then, Magnus spoke blankly.

"What exactly…are you…so blasphemous…so corrupted…so fierce… even Subspace's chaos isn't a fraction of you…"

Duanmu Huai silently raised his foot, then stomped hard on Magnus' head.

"Squelch."

Now it's quiet, the world is peaceful.

MMP.

Duanmu Huai disdainfully rubbed the sole of his foot, his face now gloomy. At this moment, he heard the distant gunfire and footsteps, but none of that mattered. The most troublesome thing for Duanmu Huai right now was the system notification that appeared before him!

[Detected player's occupation breakthrough limit requirement]

[Activating occupation enhancement mode]

[Activating occupational enhancement mission— "Abyss"]

[Enhance: Strengthen skills of The Ancient Dominator through the trial]

Duanmu Huai had triggered this advanced trial once before, back then it was the God of Destruction's Destruction Magic enhancement, which sent Duanmu Huai to the Journey to the West World, and at that time Duanmu Huai didn't mind, he was even quite happy about it.

But now... what the heck, it's empowering the Ancient Dominator!

Which world is it trying to send me to?

It's all Magnus's fault!

If you hadn't tried to slide tackle, I would've sent you packing with the God of Destruction, and there wouldn't be so much crap going on! Now, Magnus's soul wasn't taken by the God of Destruction and was sucked up by the Ancient Dominator instead!

Great, now what?

Just fantastic!

After all, when you talk about the Ancient Dominator, it's all about tentacles, spiritual pollution, cultists... Ugh, Duanmu Huai doesn't even bother to think, let alone wonder what kind of world suits the Ancient Dominator's advancement.

Just thinking about such a world existing gives Duanmu Huai a headache.

And now, he has to go to such a world?

It's even more headache-inducing!

Magnus, you incompetent troublemaker! You've really screwed me over!

The only comfort for Duanmu Huai now is at least the advancement is with the Ancient Dominator and not the God of Joy, otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do. At least... the Ancient Dominator, at most, just devours other Ancient Dominators, although it doesn't taste great, Duanmu Huai isn't much of a gourmet, so he can manage to swallow it down.

It's mostly just about taking care of some ancient or Outer God or their followers. Duanmu Huai is familiar with that, no big deal, plenty of duct tape, lots of cute band-aids.

But before that, there are still some things he needs to do.

Duanmu Huai grasped the War Hammer tightly, raised it high — just then, the Thousand Sons warriors flooded in with weapons, loudly calling Magnus's name while glaring at the enemy before them. Duanmu Huai just chuckled at these Chaos idiots, then swung his War Hammer down hard, smashing into the already battered floor.

At that moment, the Pyramid exploded completely.

Surging destructive magic power turned into a storm, mercilessly shredding Magnus's flagship along with the Thousand Sons Fleet into pieces, and moments later, only a heap of wreckage remained. Other than that, nothing was left here.

Including Duanmu Huai.

Duanmu Huai could swear he's never felt time pass so slowly in any other crossing or maybe it's not time that's slow but his thoughts. Duanmu Huai remembers reading somewhere that people feel time pass extremely slowly before execution, just as he feels now.

After all, the next world— is the damn Ancient Dominator's advanced reinforcement world!

Duanmu Huai's even prepared himself to crawl out from a bunch of flesh, tentacles, or some other messy stuff!

No, he's not ready yet.

Or rather, Duanmu Huai never thought about being ready, at least not now!

But right now, Duanmu Huai can only look at the system's loading information with a detached, resigned gaze, as if giving up on everything.

[Advanced world opened]

[Loading information]

[Note: This advanced world uses a destiny synchronization mode]

[Entering database]

To Duanmu Huai's surprise, this world wasn't like the ones he crossed before, where he just got thrown over, or just received a fake identity. Instead, this time's data entry was very detailed, including information about his birth, his family, his experiences growing up—like a complete person growing in this world.

This abnormality made Duanmu Huai more nervous, damn, strange events have suspicious origins. This broken system never patched up his identity this meticulously before, yet now it's so detailed it's almost setting up his entire fake life... even though it's all false.

That's really odd.

What the heck kind of world is this? Why does the system need to create such a detailed fake identity?

[Data entry complete]

[Trial begins]

These were the last lines Duanmu Huai saw.

Then, his entire consciousness plunged into deep darkness.

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