Solo Leveling- Ragnarok-Chapter 372

“Protector of the World Tree, and the Monarch of Transcendence? Your name may change, but the origin of the Primordial Darkness you inherited does not. It is power in its purest form, and it exists solely to destroy!”

“I know.”

Suho’s eyes blazed as he answered Antares’ words. Flames of destruction burned in his gaze.

“I never intended to leave it to someone else from the start. That one...”

The fire had come from none other than the Heart of the King of Dragons.

“...is my prey.”

The flames burned brighter. As the King of Dragons clashed violently with the fangs, Suho wasn’t simply sitting idly atop his head. By now, every one of Suho’s soldiers, who had been fighting the ashen angels, had vanished. All those forces had returned into his shadow, compressing and condensing deep within him. They were becoming something even greater.

“But Antares, you’re wrong about something,” Suho said. “The heart inside me isn’t just the one I received from you.”

Two hearts beat within him now. One was the Heart of the King of Dragons, but the other was something else.

“My roots are the same, regardless of whether I received the primordial darkness or not. I am...”

It was the heart he had been born with, passed down from his father.

“I am Sung Suho, the son of the Monarch of Shadows,” he declared with pride.

With that, the countless shadows gathered around him wrapped around his body like a dark curtain. In the end, they took the form of jet-black armor.

A notification arrived.

[Spirit Transfer has activated.]

Suho gave an order to all the shadows drawn to him.

“Death in all its forms, come to me!”

[“The Protector of the World Tree and the Monarch of Transcendence has activated the power: “World Tree’s Shadow.”]

His call was not meant only for his shadow soldiers. He was the Pale Shadow, the will of the dead World Tree that had once sustained the Sea of the Afterlife. Even the Monarchs who had inherited the primordial darkness responded to his summons.

[The snake that feeds on the World Tree, Nidhogg, is born.]

Around him, all the shadows and Monarchs fused into one, just as they had when they first pierced through into this world and stabbed the eye of the Itarim. Now, however, Nidhogg looked even more perfect. With even the final fragment, Kandiaru, now joined, at last, all eight parts of the once-divided primordial darkness had become whole inside Suho. Nidhogg, the pure white serpent with eight heads, roared.

At the sight, something shifted in the Itarim’s blood-filled eye.

“Ah. Impressive.”

Even now, the Itarim simply marveled, like it was admiring a beautiful work of art.

“The white abyss...”

As the aftermath of Devour World and the Breath of Destruction clashed, there was now barely any ground left to stand on in this world. This meant that Antares, flying back and forth across the shredded cosmos to avoid Devour World, had less room to maneuver. At this rate, he’d be forced into close-quarters combat with those absurd, monstrous teeth. Yet the same was true for the other side.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment!”

The Itarim was now caught in the same position.

From Suho, a white shadow shot out in a straight line toward the Itarim. The abyss, his shadow, had just carved a singular path to the enemy.

“Oh?”

Even the Itarim faltered, a flicker of confusion breaking into their gaze.

There was no turning back now. Suho and the Itarim were connected via a path of pure white. All that remained was for one to charge forward along that path and slay the other.

“Kandiaru!” Feeling the heartbeat of his two hearts, Suho drew out all the strength he possessed and shouted, “It’s finally time to revive the World Tree, which you will then feed on forever!”

“An intriguing offer. What exactly would you have me do?” Kandiaru, one of Nidhogg’s eight heads, glinted with interest.

Suho raised Kamish’s Wrath in his hands.

“Enter my weapons,” he commanded, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin.

Kandiaru gave a satisfied laugh. “An excellent idea.”

He moved.

[Power: “Shadow Shape Transformation” has activated.]

In that instant, Nidhogg, with its eight heads, coiled and twisted as it was drawn into Suho’s blades. The moment Nidhogg and Suho’s twin daggers became one, they took on an entirely new form.

[“Nidhogg, the Snake that Feeds on the World Tree,” transforms into “Nidhogg, the Daggers that Feed on the World Tree.”]

With a flash, the daggers in Suho’s hands were wrapped in pure-white shadow and began to multiply. There were eight in total, for the eight heads of the serpent. They were Nidhogg itself, and they spun around Suho with terrifying velocity.

They accelerated, whirling faster until they resembled a cyclone, or a colossal saw blade. Now the most savage weapon in existence had been born, forged to devour all in its path. It was meant for pure destruction, capable of confronting even the Teeth of Nothingness the Itarim had conjured.

Suho extended both hands. There was no hesitation. He grabbed hold of the furious storm’s edge and swung.

“Go, Nidhogg!”

It became the commander of this grand and brutal opera of battle.

[Skill: “True Mutilation” has activated.]

They hurtled toward the teeth barring their path to the Itarim. The daggers crashed, and crashed again.

“It’s working!”

A roar erupted from the Monarchs within Nidhogg. They were not merely cheering. Their voices manifested as power itself.

[Skill: “Storm of White Flames” has activated.]

The eight daggers rumbled and crashed forward, mercilessly tearing apart the law created by the Itarim. With every sweep of that indiscriminate storm, more of the teeth were damaged, and the absurd rule began to crack.

Still, it wasn’t enough. The Itarim remained at the end of the path, watching in ease. To kill gods, even greater power was required. Suho already knew the answer.

“Antares! You come too!” he called.

“All right. If that’s what you want,” Antares said immediately.

War was never fought alone, and the Monarch who controlled this battlefield was not him, but Suho. In truth, he didn’t need any of these excuses at all. They were all lies. His real motive was something else entirely.

“If I can become a blade and cut the throat of gods, then why not?”

How could he possibly resist? Antares cast magic on himself. His massive body dissolved into pure destructive energy and entered Suho’s own.

[Antares activated the power: “Divine Possession.”]

At that moment, the Heart of the King of Dragons racing in Suho released a torrent of lava-like energy, stronger than ever before. It burned so fiercely that it nearly scorched Suho’s body outright, even under the effect of Spirit Transfer.

“Ugh!”

Suho gritted his teeth. This heat was impossible for a human being to withstand, painful enough to make his head spin. This was a suicidal act that his vessel could not handle, something Sung Ilhwan had also experienced long ago. Still, he had to endure it.

“I can do this!”

He would bear it no matter what.

“Master...!”

“Suho...!”

The Monarchs inside Nidhogg sensed Suho’s condition and began urgently trying to stop him.

“You’re taking this too far! Your body can’t endure this!”

“Even with the Heart of the King of Dragons...”

“You are no dragon, other than your heart!”

“No. It’s still not enough!” Suho answered.

Even now, Suho swung Nidhogg with bloodshot eyes, battling Devour World. The more he struck, the more the teeth of the void cracked and splintered.

“Antares, Don’t hold back on my account!”

Amid the shouts, the firestorms, and the violent bursts of energy, he only forced more power through himself.

“More! More! Give me more!”

“Very well,” replied Antares. “Take this if you can.”

Suddenly, the Heart of the King of Dragons raging inside Suho exploded. The hellish flames within burst forth wildly. The heat was immense, unimaginable, so hot it felt like even his soul might melt. Yet Suho did not stop. Even as his mind was seared white by the heat, he still ran the path toward the Itarim, swinging the eight blades of Nidhogg.

“More! More! More! Come on!” he shouted.

Then, a miracle occurred. There was a flash of light.

[The Monarch of Destruction has activated the power: “Transcend.”]

[Skill: “Pain Tolerance” has “transcended” its limits.]

[Skill: “Pain Tolerance” now supports defense against all types, not merely physical.]

[The level of “Pain Tolerance” has increased.]

[The level of “Pain Tolerance” has increased.]

[Skill: Pain Tolerance – Level Max]

At last, from the depths of Suho’s fiercely burning soul, true power bloomed.

[Power: Transcend]

Suddenly, the eight blades of Nidhogg swirling around Suho ignited violently. The pure-white darkness and radiant fire had finally become one.

“Aaaaah!”

Suho cried out as he poured all of the rampaging flames inside him into Nidhogg. The results were nothing short of astounding.

A notification appeared.

[The power of “Nidhogg” combines with that of “Antares.”]

[The ultimate god-slaying weapon, “Ragnarok,” is born.]

Suho laughed, though the pain made his lips tremble. Even if it hurt, in moments like this, he had to smile—even if he forced it. After all, the final piece of the puzzle within him had just fallen into place.

[Ragnarok, the Shadow of Destruction, the Flame that Feeds on Gods]

Suho raised Ragnarok high with both hands. It was a colossal sword, glowing with pure white destruction, as beautiful as it was immaculate. It was both the scythe of harvest, swung to revive the dead World Tree, and the blade of the end, forged to begin everything anew.

“Now, then,” Suho said. At last, a Ragnarok was declared, in the truest sense of the word, toward the Itarim. “Time to harvest.”

Suho swung.

The devouring teeth of Ragnarok tore into Devour World, and its blazing heat melted the fangs of the void. The power of the Itarim was completely neutralized. The law created by the gods began to burn helplessly in the face of the more fundamental, extreme law of destruction.

Suho shot upward, attacking without restraint, charging straight toward the Itarim along the pure-white path.

“Amazing,” the Itarim said, still without a trace of fear.

What they felt was closer to delight. Even as they watched the god‑killing flames close in to end them, they admired the bizarre weapon that cut through their own power as though marveling at a beautiful, never-before-seen work of art in a gallery.

“Truly astonishing,” the Itarim said, meaning every word.

In this moment, they felt nothing but pure curiosity toward the monster which had finally ended the boredom that had plagued them since the beginning of time. This moment, when the world they had created was spiraling in an unforeseen direction, was the most electrifying thrill a god could feel.

The Itarim opened their arms gladly toward Suho, who dashed forward to kill them, and toward Ragnarok, the shadow of destruction, the fire that fed upon gods.

“Come, little gods. Let’s play.”