Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1043: New True Singularity Depravita

Vlad worked without rest for two entire weeks.

Time lost meaning as rune after rune was carved, tested, dismantled, and reforged. His body moved on instinct alone, sustained by cultivation and sheer will, when suddenly—a powerful burst of psychic energy rippled outward, reverberating across the entirety of Xaos City.

Vlad froze.

His eyes sharpened instantly as he focused on the source of the disturbance. A wide smile slowly spread across his face.

"So it’s finally happening."

The next second, a figure appeared high in the sky—no other than the True Depravita of Gluttony.

Jormungandr.

Among all the True Depravitas, Jormungandr had always possessed the fastest cultivation speed. The only reason Vlad himself remained ahead was due to the countless fortuitous encounters. Now, empowered by a Lord-tier Demon Soul, the small yellow cat’s Depravita Sun had finally reached its next threshold.

Jormungandr ascended higher and higher, until he reached the very border between Terra and the void beyond.

There, he stopped.

Sharp resolve filled his eyes. Drawing a deep breath, he raised one claw—and without hesitation, plunged it directly into his chest.

With a violent motion, he tore out his own heart.

Having learned from Vlad’s previous evolution, Jormungandr acted before the Depravita Sun could explode. If he failed to do so, the detonation would obliterate not only his physical body, but also his Lord-tier Devil Bloodline and the Lord-tier Demon Soul embedded within him.

Without pausing even for an instant, the small yellow cat hurled his still-beating heart toward the Xaos Tower.

Vlad appeared in a flash of distorted space, catching it midair. His hands glowed as he immediately infused it with his own energy and life force, stabilizing the heart and preventing any degradation. The heart pulsed steadily, powerful and intact—ready for reimplantation once the evolution was complete.

Seeing this, Jormungandr allowed himself a small smile.

Then he inhaled deeply.

The Depravita Sun within him began to expand violently, its power spiraling out of control.

"THUMP!"

A heartbeat echoed across the heavens.

It did not come from Jormungandr’s body.

It came from the Depravita Sun itself.

"THUMP!"

Each pulse was stronger than the last, shaking the atmosphere, bending space, and sending psychic pressure crashing down upon the world below.

"THUMP!"

Finally, the Depravita Sun detonated.

An explosion of unimaginable magnitude erupted, releasing a flood of radiant green psychic flames that expanded in all directions. The sky ignited as half of Terra was bathed in emerald light, the flames carrying terrifying principles of devouring, evolution, and dominance.

The moment the flames manifested, Vlad’s eyes flared.

He activated his authority as World King.

Massive streams of energy surged from Terra itself, flowing toward the green flames. Law fragments, elemental forces, and world essence were drawn forth in torrents. It was an immense amount of power—enough to elevate ordinary beings into gods.

Yet even this paled in comparison to Vlad’s evolution.

After all, he had torn fragments directly from the Chaovorativities Plane—a supreme world as ancient as Hell and Abyss.

But Terra was not the only source feeding this evolution.

Invisible to ordinary life forms, a vast mantle of eyes and maws enveloped the planet.

The Nightmare Universe.

Under Overlord’s control, the Nightmare Universe trembled, then released countless streams of vitality, spirit force, and devoured law fragments. From above, the abyssal energies poured downward, while Terra’s world force surged upward.

Between them, the green psychic flames grew denser, more violent, more absolute.

Overlord’s eyes gleamed as he monitored every fluctuation. With a calculated motion, he turned his focus toward the sun above the Xaos Tower. At his command, divine power born from Xaos Faith rose like a golden tide and merged into the green flames.

This was the purest form of divine power.

Ordinarily, such power would give birth to a god—yet for a True Depravita, divinity was a limitation.

Precisely as planned, the divine energy was subdued, devoured, and assimilated by the Power of Gluttony, its authority asserted without question.

Fuel continued to pour into the flames.

Though the radiation was terrifying, it was not destructive to Terra. On the contrary, the psychic energy nourished the land. Flora surged with life, fauna evolved, and countless organisms felt their bodies and souls strengthened.

The True Depravitas benefited immensely.

Vlad, Freya, Ouroboros, and Fafnir felt their power accelerate at unprecedented rates, their foundations reinforced by the overflowing energy.

Hours passed.

At last, the green flames reached their limit.

They began to condense.

The sky darkened as a colossal silhouette took shape—far larger than Jormungandr’s original form.

What emerged was no longer a small yellow cat.

A serpentine body dominated the heavens, massive wings unfurling as claws of radiant gold tore through the clouds. Long necks rose from the central mass, each crowned with a majestic head.

The evolution completed.

Before all eyes stood a creature of myth.

A colossal three-headed hydra, its body covered in radiant golden scales that gleamed like molten metal. Each head embodied a distinct authority.

The left head unleashed torrents of pure life force, its breath restoring and empowering all that came into contact with it.

The right head roared with divine lightning, the elements intertwined with godly principles that surpassed mere elemental forces.

But it was the central head that inspired true dread.

A third eye opened upon its forehead, glowing with boundless hunger. Nothing emerged from its maw—no flame, no breath. Instead, reality itself seemed to distort and collapse, as if being silently devoured.

Violent arcs of lightning framed the hydra’s massive wings and claws, streaking across the storm-lashed sky. Light reflected off its scales, emphasizing their texture and granting the creature an overwhelming divine presence.

"ROOOOOAAARRRR!"

Each of the hydra’s heads released a thunderous roar, their combined voices unleashing shockwaves that tore through the sky itself. The firmament trembled violently, clouds shredded apart as pressure rippled outward in every direction. Vast arcs of distorted space formed and collapsed in the wake of that sound, as if the world struggled to endure its presence.

Slowly, the colossal heads turned, their gazes locking onto the True Depravita of Wrath.

Vlad did not hesitate.

In a flash, he returned the heart to its rightful owner. The Eye of Gluttony embedded within the central head flared with boundless hunger, instantly asserting control. The heart pulsed once, then vanished—phasing seamlessly through golden scales, hardened muscle, and divine bone, fusing with the newly formed organ at the hydra’s core.

"THUMP!"

A massive surge of power coursed through the hydra’s body.

Flames erupted from the right head, fusing with lightning and divine energy. Each breath carried devastation countless times greater than before, its destructive potential escalating beyond conventional limits.

Yet that was only the beginning.

Under the stunned gazes of all present, the hydra’s colossal body trembled violently. Golden scales rippled as if something inside was forcing its way out. A new presence began to form.

From the massive torso, another neck surged upward.

A fourth head emerged.

It roared the moment it fully manifested, its cry laden with overwhelming authority. Its eyes glowed with a piercing sky-blue light, ancient and absolute. The moment it opened them, all beings of Legendary Rank and above felt a terrifying pressure descend upon their souls.

The Law of Time itself began to tremble.

Moments stretched unnaturally. Some felt their thoughts slow, others sensed seconds being torn apart and rearranged. Time did not flow evenly around the hydra—it obeyed.

Vlad’s eyes widened, awe and exhilaration flashing across his face.

"To generate an entirely new head... purely through law-channeling," he murmured. "And one that dominates Time."

By channeling the Laws and energy contained within the Lord-tier Demon Soul, Jormungandr had summoned a head embodying temporal authority itself. This was no mere mutation—it was an evolution of concept.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Vlad summoned the A.I. Chip.

"A.I. Chip, scan it."

A brief pause followed before a calm, mechanical voice echoed within his mind.

[Scan Completed]

Name: Jormungandr

Race: True Depravita

Class: True Singularity Depravita

Level: 38 (Lord Tier)

Life Level: Paragon Tier

Lineage: Time Master (Peak Lord Tier)

Stats:

• Strength: 1.8

• Agility: 1.2

• Vitality: 2.6

• Energy Pool (Depravita Aura): 1.9

• Soul Force: 1.6

Seal of Sin: Embodiment of Gluttony]

Vlad inhaled sharply.

"These stats are monstrous," he muttered. "His vitality is absurd... and his energy pool rivals mine."

His gaze lingered on the readout, understanding dawning.

"The Power of Gluttony, combined with dominion over the Law of Life," Vlad continued, "has created a feedback loop. The more he devours, the more stable and vast his existence becomes."

Then, slowly, the hydra exhaled.

Its massive form began to shrink.

Golden scales retracted, wings folded inward, and the four heads dissolved into streams of light that merged back into a single form. In moments, the terrifying mythological beast vanished.

In its place stood a familiar figure.

A small yellow cat floated gently in the air, his fur faintly glowing with residual power. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and a radiant smile spread across his face.