Solo Leveling- Ragnarok-Chapter 373

With a flash of light, tens of thousands of ashen angels materialized around the Itarim, blocking Suho’s path. They were the ultimate shield, forged by divine will. Suho did not stop.

“Move aside!”

Now, nothing could stand in Suho’s way—not the angels’ holy armor, their bodies, or even their souls. Not even Devour World could stop him. The Ragnarok consumed all. With every swing, thousands of angels burst into fragments of glowing light, and with every second strike, even the space they had stood in was torn apart. All the energy drawn from them flowed into his shadow, the shadow of the dead World Tree.

“Hahaha! So this is the fire of destruction you’ve created! Well done!” Antares’ wild, gleeful laughter echoed in Suho’s mind.

As if in response, Suho swung harder, continuing his charge toward the Itarim.

“Heh.”

The Itarim, watching, let out a sound almost like elation. To them, the sight of their creations being shredded before their eyes resembled a magnificent work of art.

“Let us play,” the Itarim said, and opened both hands.

The fragments of the collapsing dimension and the shattered cores of ruined planets were drawn into their grasp. Divine power crushed them and melded them, forging a resplendent cosmic armor and a massive spear.

[The “Star Killer,” the spear forged from the heart of a collapsed star.]

[The “Veil of the Void,” crafted from the corpse of a condensed nebula.]

At last, the great and absolute being had descended from the spectator’s seat and stepped onto the stage.

The Itarim’s spear clashed with Suho’s Ragnarok. Time and space screamed. The collision between the two absolute forces left an indelible wound in the dimensional canvas. The shockwave spread at the speed of light, disintegrating everything down to the atomic level. The sticky earth evaporated, and the veined film stretched across the sky was torn apart. The Itarim’s perfect world was unraveling, destroyed by the very hands that had shaped it.

“Not yet! More! More! Press on! Your strength hasn’t even touched him yet!” Antares shouted.

Suho’s blows were being completely deflected by the spear and armor. Again and again, they exchanged blows, abandoning all thoughts of defense. They simply poured all their destructive power toward each other in madness. The attacks collided and canceled each other out, reducing the surroundings to ash.

Soon, the aftermath of their devastation began to spill beyond the bounds of this world. Every boundary the shockwave touched splintered into a delicate web of cracks. Even the void itself was breaking apart. The fractures spread uncontrollably, eventually becoming massive holes with millions of window-like spaces. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Beyond those windows, chaotic vistas of the infinite universe unfolded like a kaleidoscope. There were nebulae blazing with newborn stars, voids engulfed in deathly silence, and among those many fragments, one included a beautiful blue planet—Earth.

“More! Go on! Keep pushing!”

Antares’ maddened shouts continued, adding fuel to Suho’s flames.

***

At that moment, something was happening on Earth.

[Logged out.]

[Connection has been forcibly terminated!]

[Connection has been forcibly terminated!]

“Ugh!”

“Wh-what?”

All of humanity was forcefully ejected from their game capsules and thrown into a state of extreme confusion. The thrill of battling alien monsters had vanished, replaced by the jarring familiarity of reality. Fear, emptiness, and a sense of defeat filled them. Was this it? Had they really accomplished nothing?

As people emerged from their capsules, stunned, a voice cried out.

“L-look up!”

All at once, everyone’s gaze turned to the sky. It was splitting apart. The dark veil of the night sky was being torn open, as countless walls between dimensions burst apart. Now, from the far reaches of the universe, something no human mind could have imagined was unfolding before their eyes.

Light and darkness twisted in a violent clash, and stars, both vast and small, fluttered like leaves in the midst of that chaos. At its center, two beings were locked in combat. One, a god of enormous scale, weeping tears of blood, and the other a lone warrior wielding pure white flames. The people recognized him instantly.

“Sung Suho...?”

“Suho!”

“It’s him!”

It was the same hunter who had led them on the alien battlefield. Even now, he was still there, continuing the fight by himself. He was even setting his own body ablaze in his battle to kill that god!

A rumble sounded in the distance.

“My god...”

Humanity held its breath, a shiver running down their spines. This was no ordinary battle. It was a mythic scene, a moment where worlds were both made and destroyed. Suho’s weapons roared with black, destructive fire, cracking the divine spear, while the god’s attacks ripped through time and space and shattered Suho’s armor. Each time their powers collided, the cracks in the sky widened, making the battle even clearer to all of humanity. The fear and shock they had first felt were already gone. In their place, something hotter began to surge.

A soldier clenched his fists and shouted, “You can do this! You can win!”

It was the first spark of a rising prayer.

“Please... Please win!”

“Go on, Suho!”

At first, it was a single voice, then ten, then a thousand.

“Kill that god!”

“You’ve got this!”

Their cries spread like wildfire across the Earth, until finally, the voices of billions of people throughout the planet became one. Their souls resonated with one another and their wishes became one, soaring upward into the sky. It wasn’t mere cheering. It was the collective will of all humanity, directed toward the lone hero who fought for their collective fate.

***

Suho heard it. A roar echoed in his ears, crossing the distant wall between dimensions. This was not just the sound of distant voices. It was the sound of the planet, the voices of the people he had sworn to protect, now reaching him in prayer and support. The weight of an entire world on his shoulders became a burning force that reached his shadow and bloomed. A new power flowed through Suho as he gripped the Ragnarok.

“Ah!”

“Is this the will of the humans?”

The monarchs were awestruck, but in truth, it was something more pragmatic.

“No! These are experience points!”

Kandiaru, the Architect, recognized them first. This power was made of the experience points humanity had amassed killing monsters in this dimension, and now, through the game capsules, all that strength was being transferred directly to Suho. This meant that what was happening here was not some simple coincidence or random miracle. It was by deliberate design. It was the work of Jinho, the creator of the game Solo Leveling: Ragnarok.

“Send every user’s experience points to Suho!”

At the heart of Earth, on the rooftop of Ahjinsoft, Suho’s uncle stood proud and shouted toward the sky. By his side was Harmakan, the demonic spirit.

“I’ll take full responsibility! I’m the head of this company, after all!”

Jinho stood with his arms crossed, but only because his hands shook uncontrollably from excitement and fear. Still, his life had never been so easy that he’d give in to something like fear.

I am Jinho, Jinwoo’s right-hand man! This is the best I can do for Suho and his father right now!

Memories of the past flashed through his mind. He had the thought that perhaps the relentless race he’d run his entire life had been leading him to this one moment. He had created the world’s first virtual reality game. He had developed the game capsules, with help from demonic spirits and from Jinwoo himself. Then there was the monumental project he’d completed with Harmakan, Solo Leveling: Ragnarok.

“Don’t lose, Suho!” Jinho shouted, his fists clenched tight. His unwavering will gathered every ounce of humanity’s experience and delivered it to Suho.

Radiant pillars of light erupted from the tops of black pyramids across the world. They were an illusion, however. There was only one true Tower of Tribulation—the one that had been built inside Suho’s Shadow Dungeon. From the very beginning, every human avatar had been connected to Suho’s shadow. Ultimately, all that power coalesced into one as a single stream of light, piercing through to where Suho stood.

In that moment, the shadow armor encasing Suho’s body flared up even more fiercely, absorbing the experience points of all mankind. The Itarim, too, felt the change.

“Ha! Do the cries of such insignificant beings mean something to you?”

To a great god like the Itarim, such creations were mere decorations at best, or consumable objects for amusement to be created and destroyed at whim. They were meaningless. Yet now, those utterly worthless beings were interfering in this sacred and glorious battle. It was unforgivable.

“This annoys me,” said the Itarim.

A dark nebula swirled at the tip of the Itarim’s spear, but its aim was not Suho. It was pointed toward Earth, which was channeling strength into Suho even now. Devour World, the final judgment of a creator god and the true end of the world, opened its maw.

Then, Suho spoke.

“Contact.”

The voice struck the Itarim’s ears like a bullet. It happened in an instant, in that brief moment where the god, locked in fierce combat with Suho, allowed their attention to drift toward Earth. A feral smile twisted the corner of Suho’s lips.

“Now!” he shouted. Before his voice had faded, Antares erupted from Suho, more frenzied than ever.

Ragna, the colossal dragon, bared his savage fangs, and lunged straight for the Itarim’s throat. His teeth sank into the neck of the Itarim, the absolute god, now within reach. Blood splattered as Antares’ savage jaws clamped down on the Itarim’s throat, tearing away sacred flesh. From the path of that bite, divine blood sprayed out, leaving a trail like the starlit flow of the Milky Way. Antares burst into crazed laughter, mocking the god endlessly.

“You let yourself be distracted mid-fight! Such inexperience!”

The great Itarim’s throat had been half-devoured, and blood sprayed in all directions. They swayed unsteadily.

“True war means using any means necessary. The kind of war you gods watched from afar like idle spectators!” Antares shouted.

From the beginning, he never planned to leave all the fighting to Suho. If his destruction couldn’t reach his target, then he could simply get closer. Once Suho approached enough, the King of Dragons would tear in. That had been the plan all along—and Suho had known it from the very start.

There had been no need for words. From the moment the Monarchs entered his body, their will had fused completely with his own. Besides, the battle-crazed Monarch wouldn’t have missed a chance to join this savage fight, not with the Itarim within reach at such a critical moment. Just as Suho had ridden Antares, Antares had also “ridden” Suho to arrive here. He had succeeded in biting into Itarim’s throat with his own fangs and tearing off divine flesh, not missing the brief opening the Itarim had exposed.

“Take a good look! My destruction has reached the divine!”

His laughter echoed loudly, and the fragments of the shattered dimensions trembled, as if every one of them feared the King of Dragons’ madness. He was Antares, once king of all dragons, the Monarch of Destruction, and the commander who had led a brutal war that had struck terror into the hearts of every living being. It was his participation that finally tipped the scales.

“Itarim!” Suho roared.

His voice no longer belonged to a single person, but contained the shouts of billions. Standing behind him was all of humanity, and burning within him was the heart he had inherited from his father.

Suho raised Ragnarok high, and the white flames of destruction that followed their arc declared that the god’s fate was already sealed. This ending was a culmination of everything Suho had built until now. Beasts, demons, monstrous humanoids, insects, the Snow Folk, demonic spirits, giants, and finally, dragons. All of that darkness and all the wishes of humanity merged into one and erupted as radiant power.

“I foretold this, remember?” Suho said. A brilliant bolt of lightning struck the Itarim. “I told you I would become your abyss!”

The image of the Itarim, fiercely resisting that crushing power, was pushed back and erased by the advancing light. In the next instant, pure white destruction crashed against the absolute power of divinity.