He pulled his arm back. His Celestial King muscles bulged with terrifying density. With a guttural roar, Arthur hurled the singularity directly upward. It shattered the ceiling of his own pocket dimension and launched the black hole straight at the dying star.

"SWOOSH!"

The tiny sphere of absolute darkness shot through the pristine azure sky.

It did not leave a trail. It left a scar! Space itself warped and twisted behind it, while the ambient Celestial Qi was violently sucked into its wake.

Up in the heavens, the massive and glowing body of the Celestial Emperor tried to violently shift its orbit.

Solar flares the size of continents erupted from its surface. It desperately tried to push the anomaly away.

But it was utterly useless!

"BOOM!"

The black hole slammed into the surface of the dying star.

For a fraction of a second, the universe held its breath.

Then, the singularity began to feed!

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

The telepathic scream of the Celestial Emperor was mind shattering!

Trillions of tons of highly condensed plasma and divine merit were violently ripped from the star’s surface.

The black hole did not just burn the Emperor. It unmade him.

It crushed his centuries of hoarded power, his arrogance, and his absolute laws into an infinitely dense point of nothingness.

Arthur stood on the shattered balcony of the Imperial Box. The pocket dimension fully dissolved around him.

He watched with cold and corporate indifference as the God of the Celestial

Court was spaghettified. His massive cosmic body was stretched and devoured by

the insatiable void.

’Finally, the annoying CEO is out of the picture!’ Arthur smiled coldly in his mind.

"Eat up," Arthur murmured as his chest heaved.

The star collapsed inward. A blinding flash of gamma radiation washed over the realm and instantly vaporized the remaining clouds. The massive and oppressive light of the Emperor blinked out of existence, leaving behind a stark empty void in the sky.

The God was dead.

As the absolute conceptual weight of the star vanished, Arthur’s adrenaline spiked, and then abruptly crashed.

The sheer physical toll of generating a black hole and forcefully elevating his own existence to the Celestial King tier caught up to him.

His vision swam. His knees buckled.

Before his heavy frame could hit the pristine marble floor, a blur of silver and blue intercepted him.

"I have got you," a soft and urgent voice whispered.

Sylvia Thorne wrapped her arms around his broad chest. Her body took his immense

weight effortlessly. The Arch Mage looked up at him. Her glacial blue eyes were wide with a mixture of absolute awe and deep concern.

Sylvia was incredibly beautiful. Her soft and lethal curves alone could easily be rated a perfect 10 out of 10!

"That was reckless, Emperor," she breathed. Her hands frantically pressed against the center of his chest.

Arthur let out a ragged chuckle. He leaned his weight against her wonderful chest. "But highly effective. You should see the quarterly profits."

"Shut up and let me stabilize you," Sylvia ordered.

It was not a request. It was a desperate demand.

She did not hesitate. Sylvia grabbed the lapels of his shredded dark coat and pulled him down. She crashed her lips against his in a fierce and bruising kiss.

"Mmph." Arthur’s eyes widened slightly, but he did not pull away.

It was not just a kiss. It was a direct and unfiltered transfer of pure hyper dense Arch Mage mana!

Sylvia pushed her pristine cooling energy directly into his violently fluctuating core. The icy magic washed over his overheated meridians. It soothed the microscopic tears in his muscles and acted as a perfect coolant for the nuclear reactor inside his chest.

Around them, the sky was literally falling apart.

The death of the star had violently destabilized the Celestial Court. Massive

chunks of golden clouds were breaking off and raining down like meteors. The atmospheric pressure was fluctuating wildly.

It was the apocalyptic end of a universe.

And in the center of the devastation, Arthur wrapped his heavy calloused hand

around the back of Sylvia’s neck and deepened the kiss.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting. Sylvia’s cheeks were

flushed a deep and beautiful red. Her silver hair whipped wildly in the chaotic

winds.

"CRACK! SHATTER!"

A sound like a trillion glass chains snapping in unison echoed across the entire realm!

Arthur looked up.

The faint and highly complex geometric grids that had been woven into the very fabric of the Celestial Court sky were violently fracturing.

These were the massive planetary scale mind control arrays. Without the Emperor’s dying star to power them, the golden cage was breaking.

[Ding!]

[Absolute Domain of the Celestial Emperor has collapsed]

↳ Notice: 4.7 Trillion slave arrays have been permanently deactivated.

Down in the sprawling and opulent cities of the Celestial Court, the change was

instantaneous.

Millions of low level guards, servants, and minor nobles who had lived their entire lives under the subtle mind numbing control of the Emperor suddenly stopped. Their eyes, previously glassy and compliant, widened with terrifying clarity.

Free will slammed back into the dimension like a tidal wave!

Arthur could hear the distant confused shouting turning into roars of realization. The livestock had just realized the slaughterhouse doors were open.

"They are waking up," Morwenna’s voice purred from behind him.

Arthur turned around.

The Demon Empress, Lyra, and Aurelia were walking out from the ruins of the Imperial Box.

"You did not just kill their God. You broke their leash."

"An unmotivated workforce is bad for business," Arthur said casually, fully

recovering his posture.

He rolled his shoulders. He felt the terrifying and absolute power of his Celestial King core humming perfectly in sync with his body. He had activated his cells to an entirely new realm!

He looked toward the epicenter of where the dying star used to be. The singularity he had created had safely dissipated after consuming exactly what he commanded it to.

Floating in the dead center of the vacuum was a single pulsing object. It was not large, but it radiated an aura of pure unadulterated creation.

Arthur raised his hand. "Come."

"Whoosh!"

The object shot through the sky, summoned by his absolute gravitational authority. It slammed into his palm with a heavy satisfying thud.

It was a perfectly smooth iridescent sphere that seemed to contain a miniature galaxy within its depths.

[Ding!]

[Item Acquired]

↳ Name: Star Core Genesis Drop

↳ Description: The absolute foundational core of the Celestial Court. Contains the raw unformatted essence of a universe. Can be used to forge new realities or permanently rewrite the laws of an existing dimension.

In his calloused right hand, he held the ultimate prize.

The Star-Core Genesis Drop!

It didn’t look like much. It was a perfectly smooth and blindingly white sphere

the size of a golf ball. However, it weighed more than a dozen solar systems combined.

It contained the concentrated foundational administrative rights to the highest realm in existence.

Arthur didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t admire it or utter a prayer of thanks to the universe. He popped it into his mouth and swallowed.

"Gulp!"

For a fraction of a second, absolutely nothing happened. And then, the universe tried to tear its way out of his chest.

"Fvck!" Arthur roared.

The physical pain was incomprehensible. It made the forging of his Dimensional

Breaker Physique feel like a mild sunburn!

The Star-Core wasn’t just energy. It was pure conceptual law. It was trying to rewrite him and turn him into the new stagnant Celestial Emperor.

Arthur’s jaw locked. His pitch-black eyes flared with the multi-colored fury of the Primordial Flame.

"You work for me!" he snarled through gritted teeth.

His sheer unyielding willpower crushed down on the Star-Core. He didn’t let it

format him. He formatted it!

[System Update]

↳ Consuming Star-Core Genesis Drop...

↳ Host foundational existence is expanding beyond dimensional parameters.

↳ Multiversal Conquest Complete.

↳ 10,000x Return System Entering Hibernation.

↳ Unlocking Administrator Privileges.

↳ Host has achieved: The Absolute Zenith.

The blinding light abruptly snapped back into Arthur’s body. It left him glowing with a faint luminescence that quickly faded into his skin.

He didn’t just feel powerful. He felt absolute!

He could feel the exact rotation of every planet in the Mortal Domain. He could

feel the flowing leylines of the Apex Realm. He could even feel the suffocating grids of the Celestial Court.

It all belonged to him.

"Crack!"

The space around him broke apart. The remnants of his pocket dimension dissolved

as reality reasserted itself.

The scene was pure unadulterated chaos.

With the Celestial Emperor dead, the fundamental laws of the dimension were

collapsing. The golden clouds were tearing apart. Massive fissures ripped through the polished white marble of the floating continent.

Millions of Celestial Nobles were screaming in sheer terror. Their innate magic flickered and failed as the bedrock of their reality dissolved.

The Celestial Court groaned. The very fabric of the dimension shook violently without a ruler to anchor its laws. Reality was beginning to fray at the edges, threatening to collapse the entire realm into the void.

[CRITICAL WARNING]

↳ The Celestial Court dimension is rapidly destabilizing.

↳ Estimated time until absolute conceptual collapse: 10 Minutes.

Aurelia stepped forward, her dark radiant spear materializing in her hand.

"Emperor. The realm is tearing itself apart. If we do not establish a new anchor, everything you just conquered will fall into the Chaos Sea."

Arthur did not look worried. He did not look rushed at all.

He just raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

A shockwave of absolute and unquestionable order ripped across the Celestial Court.

It wasn’t a spell. It was an executive mandate.

The collapsing space instantly froze. The tearing clouds knit themselves back

together. The broken marble fused into a seamless pristine surface.

The millions of screaming panicking Gods abruptly choked on their own breath.

The sheer suffocating weight of Arthur’s new aura crashed down upon their shoulders. It bypassed their physical defenses and magical shields, striking directly at their souls.

"Thud. Thud. Thud."

Like a wave of dominoes, the elite arrogant denizens of the Celestial Court collapsed to their knees.

Dukes, Archons, and high-tier deities slammed their foreheads against the

gold-laced marble. They were completely paralyzed by the terrifying dominance

radiating from the man in the dark coat.

Arthur slowly walked to the center of the arena. His heavy boots clicked rhythmically against the stone. He looked out over the sea of groveling Gods.

"Listen up," Arthur’s voice boomed.

His low rumbling baritone reached into the minds of every living entity across

all three realms.

"The previous administration is dead. Your little battery farm is under new management."

"There are no more Words of Creation. There are no more Divine Merits. From this exact second forward, you breathe because I allow it. You cultivate because I permit it."

"This entire multiverse is my property."

He let the deafening silence stretch. He savored the absolute trembling submission of his new assets.

"Welcome to the Ebon Empire," Arthur declared.

Arthur looked up at the pristine endless sky of his newly conquered universe.

There were no higher mountains. There were no hidden ancestors.

He had climbed from a starving beggar in the mud to the absolute pinnacle of existence. The corporate ladder was finished.

He was the owner of the farm. And the harvest was finally over.