Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 320

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Originally, it was a state of assimilation with Dalbi and absorbing the power of nature.

However, now I have absorbed the ‘chaos’ extracted from me. This was possible because Dalbi’s power was mixed among the powers contained in that chaos. My insides are filled with that dirty and murky power. A rumbling stomach. A sharp pain as if the heart, intestines, stomach, and all other organs were removed, ground in a mortar, and then smeared on the flesh. Damn it! Why does it always take so much pain to overcome limitations? Noble saints, like Siddhartha, who overcame the devil’s temptation, said that suffering is necessary to overcome one’s limitations. This may be different, but I could understand them.

He also followed the process of creating and absorbing chaos.

When you keep imitating.

suddenly.

Even my body, trained to the limit, couldn’t withstand it.

Cracks began to form all over my body. I looked at the crack and burst out laughing in the midst of the pain. It wasn’t a physical wound. The flesh is not torn and blood is flowing. I can’t believe that human skin cracks like the earth suffering from drought! Does this make sense? I don’t know if it’s a symbol of overcoming or a path to death. It only goes further, it only moves forward. They say that when you overcome your limitations, you break down walls. It had an abstract meaning. However, it occurred to me that the limitations of unmanned space may be an extremely clear expression derived from accurate observations from existing phenomena. Break down the wall. There is a huge wall in front of me. This wall resembles me. It is also my body. Cracks in the body are not part of the process of death. It’s contradictory. When I break the wall, my body breaks. But what is waiting for me beyond the wall? I had to swallow my fear and use it as a cane to head to the other side. You can’t give up the moment you start. If you are afraid and resist death, only despair will remain. My fainting spirit was the only weapon and shield that could protect me. I no longer cared about the broken body or the demon that had to be killed. I maintained my sanity just to overcome my limitations. As time passed, all concepts became diluted, and I only felt a distant feeling, as if I was about to fall into sleep. But if I fall asleep, I will no longer be able to wake up. The only thing I could do was be patient and hold on.

My body shattered like porcelain.

However, no blood flowed and no internal organs spilled out.

Although my body was gone, I felt ‘refreshed’.

A ‘sense’ that cannot exist.

Sensations are felt even without a body.

[Humans are bound by the senses of the body.]

It was funny. Even if your body disappears, you can start thinking.

Lanista’s advice came to mind.

The higher your level, the more you regain the freedom your body has lost.

Because we have a body, there are limits. No matter how much human muscles are trained, they cannot defeat a gorilla. Overcome this by borrowing your inner strength. However, in the end, there is a body that has existed since birth, so no matter how much you train, there are clear limits. You can’t be free like a wandering soul. This is because humans maintain life through the countless organs that make up the body. Even if you temporarily escape the limit by replacing it with internal energy, in the end, a living thing is a living thing. So what should you do? I asked Lanista.

[Go ahead.]

His answer struck me like a thunderbolt and enlightened me.

A pitiful limitation trapped in the body.

I was able to completely let go of even the slightest fear.

Now, I seek creation, not loss and destruction.

Creation, not death.

The freedom taken away by the body.

It was just coming back completely.

At some point, all my senses became extremely sharp, and then became dull again, as if I was falling asleep. The repeated expansion and contraction of energy, like a capillary exercise between hot and cold baths, led me to a more transcendental realm. From the sensation of being in a dream like a lucid dream, I was able to exert explosive concentration like an athlete competing in the finals, and conversely, from an active state where even the sensation of a single hair was intensely felt, I was able to achieve forced stability as if I was drunk on drugs.

The two conflicting sensations dominated me, and every time the cycle ended, I felt excruciating pain. Now my body was completely reduced to dust and scattered. As a living creature, I lost my body. Nevertheless, it exists and is alive. Did he die and become a soul? No, I had a lot of influence. You can move according to your will. The overflowing energy, like a swirling storm, does not belong to the dead. Rather, it has been filling me with more intense vitality since before.

The practice of martial arts is for the elevation of the body. More power, more speed. Skin harder than steel, muscles that surpass the athletic ability originally given to living creatures. Bones of incredible mass. So, is Lanista’s body a ‘substance’ that is harder, more powerful, and greater than anything else in the world? When you reach such great heights, won’t ‘martial arts’ no longer have any meaning? I know very well that he is not concerned with physical training. He even did something crazy, splitting his abundant power into thousands of pieces. Why did the Lanistas do that? Even though he reached a distant point, he gave up ‘himself’ to go further. I finally realized what he had given up. Perhaps in the state of nothingness, the body… Maybe it wasn’t that important.

Let’s realize.

Soon after.

It worked.

In the process of controlling and training the power of chaos, I encountered a phenomenon I had never experienced before.

As even the last strength to maintain the body was used to overcome its limitations, for the first time, the ‘Eye of God’ was unable to contain anything. It’s not visible. nothing. The eyes of God, which never lost no matter how many demonic sins and wondrous forces pressed upon me, faced darkness for the first time. An empty world. Emptiness. There is no Eve here. I gave up my body and thus lost my eyes.

I wanted to scream, but I had no mouth –

But soon I regained my composure and even felt the warm peace of a child lying in a cradle.

I know better than anyone else that it is a power that cannot disappear like this.

In the past, I accidentally borrowed someone else’s body.

Nevertheless, Cheonan Tong was demonstrated.

‘The prediction was correct. Yes, that was it. This power… … .’

This power was the ‘power of seeing’, not the ‘power of the eyes’.

The body is a ‘vessel’, not a ‘power’.

What is contained is important.

If the bowl is wide, you can put anything in it.

What would you do if you put stinging sewage in a bowl as wide as the ocean?

Explosive power.

Although the bowl was lost.

All you have to do is make it again.

‘line.’

A thin thread appeared in the empty space.

A thread as thin as hair.

In fact, the threads grew from one to two, from two to four, and then quickly became bundles and bundles, increasing into thousands and tens of thousands. The threads were connected and tangled with each other, increasing the length at random. It felt like a human blood vessel. In the midst of it all, I felt the sensation of crouching down and soaring like a hawk taking flight. Before I knew it, a red thread began to surround me and tie me up.

I quietly surrendered myself to the change.

Chaos left in the heart. The power was contained in the Danjeon. The body is not important. The lost body is rebuilt to match its power. Maybe I have entered the realm of the immortals. While the sacred evolution that touched creation was in progress, I was able to see again. I saw Hell and Eve. The prevailing chaos was no more. Because I absorbed it all and it became mine. Eve did not experience the same changes as I did. He had already given up on ‘imitating’ by the time I reached the stage of wedding fairy tales. It’s just that it shows its expression for the first time and is glaring at me.

A face full of astonishment, fear visible in Eve’s eyes.

He gave up imitating me. This is an ‘action’ that leads to the loss of the body by accepting chaos and the inevitable eternal disappearance. Maybe it’s natural. Even grotesque demons are somehow creatures, beings with a will to live. Following its natural instinct as a living creature, it gave up its power of camouflage and chose to survive.

I was the one swallowed up by the chaos.

This is my resolution.

I feel it. Chaos that ‘pretends’ to be tamed. This power is too dangerous. My body can disappear again at any time. ‘I was lucky’. If reconstruction fails, it may have disappeared. It’s not a power I can use often, but I’m sure that none of the powers I have surpasses this. I have entered the finishing stage. We gathered strength and calmed the chaos. from chaos

Leading to chaos.

‘Ligation’-

therefore.

The state of chaos ligation.

The newly ‘created’ body is not the body given to me at birth.

The subject has changed.

Soul, power or will, whatever you call it, was me from now on.

Weeing-

Five rings rotated.

Five circles floating above your head, emitting brilliant light.

I didn’t know at the time.

‘Ogijowon!’

It goes beyond, it goes beyond, it goes beyond!

The limit has been exceeded.

Damn!

Dalbi, who was sleeping, was forcibly thrown out.

The guy who got into trouble got angry and his eyes sparkled as he looked at the circle above my head.

Daa!

sorry.

I have no time to worry about you right now.

Finally.

Beyond the end of the flower landscape.

Freed from the curse of the flesh.

Lanista always sought the power to kill gods.

And he willingly called himself God. Musin. That’s why I hated the nickname ‘Second Coming of Fighting God’ so much. Was it because he was simply arrogant? Was it simply an abstract expression to seek the power to kill ‘God’? Everything was accurate. Now I have reached the ‘final stage’ that he went through.

In his words.

You have achieved success!

Point to this.

“Now take one step.”

He has reached the state of demigod.

* * *

Even in the long history of martial arts, the number of warriors who reached half-body status was counted among the five.

Once I reached this point, I thought, ‘Really? ‘There are five people?’ I wanted to, but they were great warriors anyway. The founder of the Shaman faction did so, and Cheonma, who was said to be the first to kill a ‘god,’ did so. Even if the level is the same, there will be a gap. But, what can I do? I stood side by side with them.

Even if it wasn’t achieved through martial arts alone.

Even if some expedients and expedients were added.

Even if I used the fraudulent power of the Holy Relic of Destiny and the Cheonan-Tong.

Even if you used the power of Dalbi mixed with chaos-

“I am a demigod!”

whatever?

Haha!

* * *

Kukuku-!

A strange and destructive power that had never been contained before began to dwell in Skade Mer. Skade Mer had never groaned no matter what force he put into it, but this time it was different. It changed shape at will and became a huge sword with a black blade. Seeing that the form cannot be changed at will, it was the only optimal form that could contain chaos.

“It’s overwhelming.”

chaos.

It was a power that could not be mastered.

It gnaws at the soul.

They just pretend to be tamed and cooperate with me, but if I become weak, they will end up being eaten.

I don’t think I can use it often yet. Still, this power…is a ‘killer’.

Skade Mer shone. No, it is ambiguous to call it light. Bright as light but deep as darkness. It swayed like the wind and burned like fire. The formed force was different from ordinary sword steel, and its properties changed from time to time. At times, it had a brilliance like Dalbi’s power, and at times it exuded ominousness like a devil. Because it is indescribable, this force is called chaos.

He tried to take the same stance as me, but he couldn’t imitate this strength.

All kinds of power converged on the sword, but in the end it did not result in chaos.

Eve faced me with a scared face, unlike before.

It was a powerful enemy that I had no way of defeating, but to me now, he was nothing more than a fearful weakling. That guy is not me. He cannot be imitated, so he is only dealing with an enemy weaker than me, the ‘me’ at the end of the flower world.

Chaos was unlike any force I had ever dealt with. It was like a very ferocious beast and had to be handled with care. I picked up the sword. He also raised a sword. I swung the sword slowly downward. He also swung his sword slowly. The act of striking the sword from top to bottom, which is shameful even to call it martial arts.

But at that moment.

The guy gave up imitating me and ran away.

Sigh-

I opened a light attack and slashed my sword all the way down towards Eve, who was running away.

The moment the condensed chaos was released, hell was swallowed up by chaos.

It was not a concept of destruction.

Everything touched by the light of chaos lost its form.

The moment chaos finally reached Eve,

All hell broke loose on him.

fantasy,