System: Daily login!!, jackpot on the first day!!!-Chapter 339 - - Corrupted Gaia

Taufik's advance came to an abrupt halt.

Before him, the ground cracked open, not with lava, but with writhing darkness, chains, and cursed sigils.

And then, from the crack, legions of demons rose.

The Fallen Generals of Hell, their armor drenched in the blood of countless wars.

The Abyssborn Beasts were creatures that defied logic and devoured both flesh and soul.

The Legion of the Twisting Fates, those who had once served fate but now twisted it to their own desires.

At their forefront stood twelve towering figures, The Twelve Dukes of Vassago.

Zepar, the Masked Betrayer.

Barbatos, the Silent Observer.

Gamigin, the Keeper of Forsaken Souls.

Bathin, the Endless Walker.

Sallos, the Love Twister

Purson, the Whispering Monarch.

Morax, the Architect of Doom

Ipos, the False Prophet.

Gaap, the Key to Ruin.

Stolas, the Scholar of Forbidden Truths.

Alloces, the Fiend of Warped Time.

Marbas, the Plagueborn Alchemist.

And behind them…

A monstrous presence. Vassago's true form flickered within the corruption of Earth's Core, a shadow stretching beyond reason, warping the very air around it.

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

"You Will Not Reach Me, Defiant"

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Taufik Stands Against the Demonic Legion

Aksara tensed, gripping his Ninjato tightly.

"That's… a damn army"

Aksara said, and Erelythe narrowed her eyes. Respond to what Aksara says.

"A well-prepared one... He was waiting for us... He knows we're coming"

But Taufik who saw this, simply exhaled. Then his dark aura flared and The Shadow Realm pulsed in response.

Taufik didn't hesitate. He couldn't hesitate.

"... Then we break through"

With that, Taufik stepped forward. The air itself trembled. His Concept stirred, and for the second time, the Shadow Realm answered his call.

Darkness bled into reality. From the void, creatures beyond comprehension emerged, the entities of the Shadow World, warriors forged in the endless battle against the will of the Shadow Realm.

The Primal Wraiths, silent assassins of the void.

The Shadow Colossi, towering behemoths whose mere steps shattered the ground.

The Eclipsed Hunters were unseen predators that moved through darkness like fish in water.

A legion against a legion.

At this sight, Aksara's eyes widened. He had seen his father fight before, but this… This was something else.

This was war.

Taufik raised his hand, and after that, the battlefield erupted into chaos.

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The Twelve Dukes Make Their Move

The first to act was Bathin, the Endless Walker.

With a single step, he was no longer in one place. He existed everywhere.

Along with it, a black sigil burned beneath Taufik's feet. A curse designed to collapse space around him, trapping him in an eternal loop.

But Taufik didn't flinch. As if this were nothing, and it's true, his shadow warped, and in an instant, he was free.

Concept resisted authority.

Seeing this, Bathin's empty sockets widened. But before he could react, a blade of pure darkness erupted from Taufik's shadow.

Piercing Bathin's torso. The Endless Walker staggered. The battlefield had barely begun, and yet…

He had been wounded.

Seeing the condition of one of them like this, The other Dukes moved immediately.

Ipos, the False Prophet, raised a hand, and then Visions of false victory clouded the battlefield.

Illusory triumphs, deceptive victories, an unwinnable fate.

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Aksara's grip on his Ninjato tightened as the illusions took hold.

In his mind, he saw it. Victory.

Taufik standing atop the ruins of the demonic army. The Twelve Dukes fell. Vassago defeated.

The battle had already ended, and they won. And yet.

Erelythe's eyes snapped toward Aksara. She did not see victory but saw him lowering his guard and above him, the shadow of a Demon's blade is about to descend.

"My Lord!"

Erelythe's voice cut through the illusion.

But Taufik had already moved.

His Concept of Darkness flared. His title as the One Who Defies Fate reacted. His eyes throbbed, indicating his All-Seeing Eyes were active, eradicating the false prophecy before it could fully take hold.

Immediately, The battlefield shifted.

The illusions shattered like glass breaking beneath the weight of reality.

Aksara staggered, his mind reeling from the near-deception.

"*Tch* "

Ipos clicked his tongue. False prophecies meant nothing to one who could defy fate itself.

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A True War Unfolds

Barbatos, the Silent Observer, raised a single hand, making The battlefield freeze.

For a brief second, reality itself stood still. Time did not stop. But intent did.

Taufik's Shadow Crnear-deception, Aksara's breath caught and Erelythe's step ceased.

Even the demons themselves seemed trapped in a moment of eternal stillness.

This was Barbatos' power.

To halt all action, forcing every being to witness the inevitability of what was to come.

And in that silence, Alloces moved.

The Fiend of Warped Time, his blade carried the weight of unlived moments and stolen futures.

With a twisted grin, he swung his sword directly at Taufik's heart. But then.

A pulse.

A shockwave of darkness and defiance. Taufik's Concept flared, and the world snapped back into motion.

Barbatos' stillness shattered.

Alloces' blade, meant to strike into the frozen moment, found only empty air.

Taufik was already gone.

And then.

A fist of pure darkness slammed into Alloces' face, sending the Duke crashing into the abyss with a roar of pain.

This was just the beginning.

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Vassago Watches

Deep within the corruption of Earth's Core, Vassago observed.

Even as his Twelve Dukes clashed, even as the battlefield became a war between Concept and Demonkind,

Vassago smiled.

This battle was expected. But he was no fool. Taufik was stronger than projected. Which meant.

It was time for Vassago to take the next step.

The Earth's core continued to darken. And Gaia is getting more corrupted.

With the battle raging. Shadow clashed with Hellfire.

Taufik stood, unfazed, as his warriors of the Shadow Realm cut through the endless horde of demons.

The Primal Wraiths carved through the Fallen Generals like whispers of death.

The Shadow Colossi stomped the Abyssborn Beasts into the void.

The Eclipsed Hunters slaughtered the Legion of Twisting Fates before they could manipulate the flow of battle.

But even as Taufik's forces pushed forward, they still had a long way to go to reach Gaia.

The Twelve Dukes of Vassago had been wounded. But they were far from defeated.

Bathin clutched his side, his form flickering between countless spaces, his wound refusing to heal.

Alloces dragged himself from the abyss, his twisted blade humming with stolen time.

Ipos watched, calculating, already forming new deceptions.

And Barbatos remained still, unreadable. Silent. Observing.

Vassago's voice echoed in their minds.

"He will not fall so easily. Do not falter. Do not hesitate!... If The Defiant will not break… Then Gaia will"

And with that, Vassago moved.

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The Corruption Spreads

From the depths of the Earth's core, a pulse of pure corruption erupted. The battlefield shook.

Aksara nearly lost his footing and Erelythe's gaze hardened.

Something was changing.

And then... Gaia screamed.

A crack split open the ground beneath them, but this was no ordinary fracture because from within... Light did not escape.

It was a wound in reality itself, a rift where the very essence of the planet was being devoured, and through it, Vassago's true form began to emerge.

A being not bound by flesh, a shadow that stretched beyond logic. Eyes that saw not just the present, but every possible future, and in his voice, there was no arrogance, no rage, only certainty.

"You fight well, Defiant... But this world no longer belongs to you, not humankind... Gaia is already mine, this world is mine... This center of the Universe was ours... The Demons"

Hearing this, Taufik's eyes narrowed; he could feel it; this wasn't just a battle anymore.

If Vassago succeeded here, Earth itself would cease to be.

Taufik stepped forward, but before he could act, some whisper came to his.

"... At this rate, you'll lose your loved ones... Used my power... Used Death~"

Those Whispers come to Taufik, not to his ears, not to his mind, but his concept itself talking to him.

Death itself, talking to him using his concept as a medium.

Taufik's breath stilled.

The battlefield raged on, Shadow clashed against Hellfire, the Twelve Dukes regrouped, and Vassago's true form stretched beyond reason, but at that moment, Taufik stood between the war and something far deeper.

The whisper wasn't sound, It wasn't thought, It was truth.

Death was speaking to him.

It wasn't a threat. It wasn't coercion.

It was an invitation to wield something beyond destruction. To end, not just kill, but to erase.

Taufik's Concept flickered. The Shadow Realm pulsed. And deep within his being, something shifted.

Sensing something had changed with his Father, Aksara stepped forward and asked in a worried tone.

"Fat-Father, what's wrong?"

But there are no answers from Taufik.

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But Erelythe was different; her gaze sharpened because she sensed it, too.

She sensed The Death.

With all of that, Vassago's smile faltered. Even through the corruption of Gaia, he felt that something in Taufik had changed.

Taufik exhaled.

After that, his form was engulfed by some kind of force, not darkness, not void, but by True Nothingness.

From the sight of others, Taufik seems to vanish into Nothingness, but it is only for a while before, from the emptiness, something new emerges.

Followed by that, A chilling aura spreads to the battlefield, causing silence; all sound fades, as if existence itself is holding its breath.

Taufik, who uses the Power of the Concept of Death, appears in a new form.

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