His answer came with the certainty of someone who had built their entire path on a single principle.
"I choose... to remain idle."
The words weren’t spoken...there wasn’t time, but the decision resonated through his being with profound certainty!
This was who he was, what he was. The Great Usurper who achieved everything by doing nothing.
|Choice confirmed: Remaining idle|
|Synchronization with Idle Gaming System increasing|
|Preparing for existence disbursement...|
The Duke’s authority struck with force that redefined destruction. This wasn’t simple annihilation!
This was conceptual erasure, the kind of attack that removed you from having ever existed.
The entire region spanning distances equivalent to dozens of Wheels of Existence shattered like a mirror struck by the concept of breaking itself.
The explosion sent countless fragments scattering across dimensional boundaries, each piece carrying the echoes of what had been. Space itself cracked, reformed, cracked again, as if uncertain whether it should continue existing after such violence!
The Duke of Living Spirits stood amid the devastation with satisfaction that suggested a job well done. The nine heads surveyed the destruction, ensuring nothing remained of the presumptuous spirit that had dared to spread itself too far.
It looked, and looked some more.
The Duke then nodded with contentment!
A moment later, another presence emerged from a Shamanic Fold Gateway...another Duke of Living Spirits, this one appearing as a constellation of eyes that happened to have a vaguely humanoid shape.
"I don’t know what made you so angry," she said, her voice containing the whispers of every spirit that had ever existed in recent times, "but we have more pressing matters. Another Tool of THE Living Spirit had its trail picked up on. Your expertise is required for evaluation."
The nine-headed Duke nodded, the white coffin it dragged shifting with movement that suggested its contents were still aware. "A presumptuous spirit is dealt with. Let us attend to matters of actual importance."
HUUM!
They vanished, leaving only devastation and silence.
Silence!
In that silence, far away...impossibly far, a consciousness bloomed.
The Great Usurper reconstituted... differently.
He found himself surrounded by a sea of white flames that burned nothing while illuminating everything. His perception had scattered and reformed, spread across distances that shouldn’t have been survivable.
|Existence shattered by: Duke Veil-Render of the Nine Sorrows|
|Distinction: White Keeper of the Spirit King’s Covenant|
|Current Status: Technically destroyed|
|However...|
|Due to remaining idle and maintaining System synchronization:|
|Unique nature allowed enhanced scattering through Spirit Folds|
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