Awakening of the Mind Sovereign-Chapter 39: Because he could

The scene was filled with chaos. Blood covered the ground, and corpses were torn apart as if a demonic force had ripped their souls away without warning.

Amidst this destruction, Elliot stood. His crimson eyes gleamed with madness, his face devoid of any readable expression. He looked like a being from an ancient legend, death itself incarnated in a human body.

Ten Systems... Infinite Power

A few months ago, while the world fought its petty little battles, Elliot sat in the darkness, staring at the system window before him.

[Congratulations! You have obtained the Ten Core Systems!]

It was supposed to be impossible. No one in history had ever possessed more than one system. But Elliot? He had shattered all the rules.

As he merged the systems together, he felt his body break apart and then reconstruct itself. His mind expanded to unknown limits. His power was no longer that of a mere human, nor even that of a celestial being.

Then came the next notification.

[Systems successfully merged.][Possibility to evolve to the Nominal Level is now available!]

He paused, staring at the words before him. The Nominal Level... That meant he could elevate one of his abilities beyond all classifications—to a level where nothing could stand against him.

A faint smile formed on his lips, then slowly twisted into laughter.

A muffled chuckle at first.

Then, little by little, it escalated—turning into waves of hysterical laughter, as if his mind could no longer comprehend the reality he was living in.

The Voice of Megas – The Ultimate Weapon

Without hesitation, he chose [Voice of Megas], an ability he had always possessed but had always been limited.

[Congratulations! Evolution successful. You can now kill anyone in the world with a mere thought.]

His laughter halted instantly. Silence filled his mind.

He lowered his head, staring at his hands.

Was that all? That easy?

He had expected to feel something different, something akin to absolute euphoria—but instead, he felt... emptiness.

Present

Then, as if he needed to test it for himself, he lifted his gaze toward the battlefield, where the sects were still fighting, unaware that their battle no longer mattered.

Then, he thought.

He thought of Kyber.

"Die."

And in an instant, Kyber's body collapsed to the ground, headless. His head hadn't exploded, nor had it been severed—it had simply vanished, as if existence itself had rejected it.

No one noticed at first, until a disciple screamed.

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"Kyber is dead!"

Another scream followed.

"Liao... Liao Si too!"

Elliot didn't move. He hadn't even lifted a finger.

He had killed Liao Si simply because he had thought it.

Then, his gaze shifted to Elder Gao Bi.

But he didn't care.

He thought of his death.

And in the blink of an eye, Gao Bi's body crumbled—as if his soul had been violently torn from him, as if he was nothing more than a shadow dissolving under the daylight.

Elliot took a step forward, stepping over the corpses he had created with nothing but a single thought.

The survivors began to retreat, their faces filled with terror. Some tried to flee, while others fell to their knees, begging.

But he didn't kill them.

Not yet.

He looked around, seeing the horror in everyone's eyes, realizing that he no longer needed words or actions.

Yet, he couldn't stop himself from wondering.

Why?

Why did he kill Kyber?

Why did he kill Liao Si?

Why did he kill Gao Bi?

There was no real need for it. No reason compelling him to commit these acts. No one was standing in his way.

But...

Because he could.

Elliot smiled, his gaze filled with something far more terrifying than anything else in this world.

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Elliot stood amidst the ruin, blood still dripping from his fingertips, the air thick with the scent of death. No one remained to watch him, no one remained to judge him, and no one remained to fear him.

He was alone.

Just as he had always been.

He lifted his head to look at the sky, but it seemed colorless. No blue, no clouds, just a pale void stretching endlessly, as if it were an extension of this dead world.

He sighed slowly. Then, in a quiet voice, heavy with an unbearable weight, he said:

"I'm tired."

His words echoed in the emptiness around him. Then, he heard that other voice, the one that had never left him for so long, a voice that had lingered in his mind like a ghost that refused to die.

"Tired? Really? That's the word you chose?"

He closed his eyes. He didn't need to look to know that the voice came from within, from a corner of his mind he had always tried to ignore.

"Yes. I'm tired."

"Of what?"

He smiled a weary smile. "Of everything."

"That's too vague. Be more specific. You've attained absolute power—what more could you possibly lack?"

"Life."

Silence hung in the air for a moment before the voice responded, this time with a mocking tone.

"Life? And do you really think you've been living all this time?"

Elliot laughed, but his laughter was hollow, empty. He looked down at his hands, studying the fine lines on his palms as if searching for something that was supposed to be there but had vanished.

"Oh, I was living—or at least, I thought I was. But in the end, it was all just an illusion. Nothing was ever real."

"Because you killed everything real."

Elliot nodded slowly. "And maybe that's why I only realized too late that nothing had any value. It was fun at first, but... after a while, there was nothing left to fight for. Nothing left to struggle for."

"So, is this the end for you?"

"I hope the next world is more entertaining."

"And if it isn't?"

His steps halted. For a moment, he considered that. What if there was no next world? What if this was truly his final end?

But after a few seconds, he smiled, as if he had found a satisfying answer.

"That would be even more interesting."

Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand to his head and unleashed his power one last time.

In an instant, everything disappeared.