Before he entered the pocket universe, Xerxes had learned from Chronos that he mustn’t go above the rank 1 Dao Being level...Or else he would be forcefully expelled from the world… or worse... be ground to death by the energies who governed the world.

But how had Pope Pontius and Black Fang managed to remain unscathed while wielding so much power?

‘What am I missing?’ Xerxes thought.

Maybe you had to be following the script written by the creator of this world. If that was the case, it wouldn’t matter how much power you wielded as long as your power system was allowed to exist in this world.

As Damian integrated with Xerxes, a white mane appeared on his chest as his shirt was shredded to pieces as his chest and body became bigger and bigger.

A four meters high hulking giant could now be seen. A white mane that went from the back of his neck to his entire chest could be seen on Damian. HIs eyes and wings were still golden but his hair was now white and long, almost touching the ground.

With white fur all over his body and fangs protruding out of his mouth, he looked every bit like a half man half beast warrior.

Xerxes voice then sounded again in their shared mind space, “Listen to me, I think I can unleash all my power now that we are integrated. I hope we won’t be ground to dust before we can even fight.”

“What do you mean ground to dust?” Damian said.

“”Well, there’s this suppression to those who weren’t born in this world...or those who aren’t allowed to use their powers without the permission of this world’s creator.” Xerxes said. He continued, “I will be taking over your body for now. Just remember the feeling of me using my Daos for your future training once all our problems are over.”

{Virtue, Destruction, Inferno, Light, Earth, Gale, Space, Ice, Sound, Life, Water}

{Complete comprehension Unsealed.}

Damian...or rather Xerxes in control of his body said,{White Inferno.}

A white flame then escaped Damian’s body. It went around him and then expanded to reach the clones who were dangerously approaching.

Once again a huge number of the clones were turned to nothing as they were burned to cinders by the white flame.

The clones learned their lesson and then started going out of the white flame’s reach to attack from a distance.

{Destruction.} Xerxes said as he pointed his index fingers towards the clones and each time a finger successfully pointed at a clone, the latter exploded into gore only for each cell in the body to be destroyed thereafter. Nothing remained of them.

Damian who was on the front row seat of everything seemed bored as he asked, “How long is this going to take?”

“As long as it takes...but I got the feeling that we’re not out of the woods just yet...” Xerxes said.

He didn’t know how right he was. Their problems were just beginning.

***

In the ‘mirror realm’.

Diana could be seen chained on a chair in a world that seemed to be made of many mirror pieces floating in the void. She herself was in one of those mirror pieces.

There was no sun, just a pure light that came out of nowhere and permeated the whole space.

In one of the many mirror pieces, the biggest, inside of which could be seen three identical young men.

“Hey #2, prepare yourself, you’ll be next since you’re the one with less lifespan among us...you should be able to summon three times the number of clones than old #4.” One of the young men said.

Surprisingly, they were all Pontius Eventus. It stood to reason that he’d copy himself first before he did anything else.

#2 said, “Yes, we’ve been preparing for god knows how long...this is our only shot to get rid of the god of death black fang and all the godbeasts. Now that we have him here alone without his son and apprentice to aid him, we should capitalize on this.”

Indeed, without Adolf and Raphael to support Black Fang, it seemed a bit easy to take care of him.

Now with Black Fang out of commision, it was the ideal moment to deliver the killing blow...they just had to go through Damian first...if they could.

Xerxes utilized every lethal Dao at his disposal to kill, and even if he could keep up the pace indefinitely, he was finding it hard to keep going as it was taxing to his mind. Never in his entire life had he fought so much with him being a pacifist that went out of his way to waste a Dao Slot to learn the Dao of virtue.

When there were only one thousand clones left, A young man appeared out of nowhere in the sky.

It was #2 Pontius Eventus.

A small mirror appeared in his hand and the same spectacle that had appeared last time appeared.

When Xerxes and Damian saw the blinding light that was brighter than the earlier one, their minds seemed to have sunk into oblivion.

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” Damian said.

Xerxes then said, “Of course, he copied himself as well...f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.”

Damian then said, “Let me take control of my body.”

“What CAN you do? Huh!?” Xerxes said, but nonetheless, he relinquished his control over the body and just waited to see what Damian would do.

Damian in his hulking form then flew towards Black Fang’s body.

“You’re not thinking of...“ Xerxes finally said.

Damian answered, “Yes. I’ve got to at least try.”

Damian then made a grasping motion and then the Night Scythe was in his hands.

The moment he took possession of it, strand after strand of darkness entered his body, turning the white of his eyes black and all the fur and hair on his body black as well.

He felt so much power that he couldn’t help but release a roar towards the sky.