Chapter 651: Path Of…..
Nameless Death tried to move, but his arms wouldn’t lift.
“What is the power you strive for?” Berserker asked again. “Is it the kind of power that earns you praise? That brings you fame? Or did it come because you wanted to crush your enemies? What is it? What makes your Path yours?”
Nameless Death didn’t answer.
He heard the words, however.
They weren’t meant as insults or challenges.
Berserker wasn’t trying to humiliate him.
He was just… asking.
His Path?
It’s…
Before the thought could finish, Berserker’s fist drove into his abdomen.
The punch landed with bone-crushing weight, and Nameless Death coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The taste was metallic and bitter.
He instinctively tried to rewind time. Or heal. Or do something. Anything.
Nothing worked.
His techniques didn’t respond. His power felt distant, buried under thick sludge.
Berserker’s Chaos elementals were everywhere now—inside his body, around his core, tangled through his mind and Seed of Existence.
They weren’t just attacking him anymore.
They were interfering with his very existence, suppressing the activation of his abilities like a virus locking down a system.
The Chaos was disrupting and corrupting the Order within his body.
Berserker grinned and grabbed Nameless Death by the neck.
His grip tightened, slowly.
Nameless Death could feel his bones creaking.
His vision blurred at the edges.
The pressure built, and he knew Berserker was trying to snap his neck.
He could feel the strain, the way his spine resisted and then started to give.
And yet—
Just before it broke, Nameless Death moved and launched an uppercut.
The hit connected with Berserker’s jaw.
The force snapped Berserker’s head back and loosened his grip just enough for Nameless Death to fall out of his hand.
Gasping, reeling, but still alive and determined.
He didn’t waste the moment.
A True Death sword appeared in his hand.
He slashed upward.
The blade sliced through Berserker’s torso, cutting him in two from waist to shoulder.
For a moment, everything paused.
Then Berserker’s body reformed.
Muscle, bone, skin. It all healed instantly.
Void energy knitted him back together by evolving him and giving him a better body.
Nameless Death clicked his tongue and slashed again.
This time, the sword met resistance.
It didn’t cut.
It barely left a mark.
Berserker smirked.
“Nice blade. But it’s not enough anymore.”
The next second, they clashed.
Fist met sword, sparks flying as each strike shook the battlefield.
Nameless Death swung down again, unleashing a blast of white flame that roared across the sand.
Berserker punched through it.
The World Ender Flame parted around his fist, and he barreled forward.
Nameless Death responded with a storm of roots meant to entangle and drain.
Berserker tore through them with chaos blades and snapped two of them with his bare hands.
Nameless Death summoned twelve death spheres and fired them in a sequence of spirals.
Each one was condensed from peak Stage 4 death elementals, capable of annihilating anything it touched.
Berserker erased them with void energy.
One by one, the orbs disappeared into the chaos around his body like stones dropped into deep water.
They closed the distance again.
Sword against fists.
Berserker fought like a wild animal, laughing through each strike, swinging with a kind of reckless precision that made him hard to predict.
He never dodged.
He absorbed all attacks, and struck back with an evolved force that grew by building upon Nameless Death’s attacks.
Nameless Death was getting pushed back.
His attacks were being overwhelmed.
His energy wasn’t recovering fast enough.
Every technique he used was met with counters that grew sharper and faster each time.
Berserker was evolving with every breath, adjusting his body, refining his instincts.
But Nameless Death refused to give up.
Even if he was weaker, even if he was fighting against a Supreme, he would never give up—
’Ah.’
Something clicked.
’So that’s what my Path is supposed to be.’
His next strike came without thinking.
The sword cut through Berserker’s arm at the elbow, shearing it cleanly.
Berserker blinked. Then smiled wider.
“There it is.”
He spun, dropped low, and kicked Nameless Death in the chest.
But this time, Nameless Death didn’t fly backward.
His body held its ground.
The sand beneath him cracked, but he remained rooted in place.
“Looks like you’re about to reach enlightenment.” Berserker laughed.
Nameless Death said nothing.
He hadn’t grown stronger.
He hadn’t learned a new technique.
The only difference was his existence.
It had become…. solidified. Not heavier, not stronger, but instead more ’solid.’
The two clashed again.
The sound of their battle rang across the broken landscape.
Each collision shook the sky.
Berserker’s chaos and void elements continued to shift and evolve, but Nameless Death was no longer falling behind.
His attacks landed more precisely.
His sword moved like it finally understood its purpose.
From this point, they were locked in a brutal contest.
Berserker continued to evolve, adjusting to each move, each technique.
But Nameless Death met his attacks with equal strength.
His techniques weren’t stronger. They were sharper.
His movements weren’t faster. They were cleaner.
With his existence become more solidified, his attacks were not more ’effective’. They could now complete their purpose with more ease.
Berserker howled with laughter, reveling in the fight.
He fought like a wild and chaotic storm.
Nameless Death fought without holding back.
But Nameless Death’s mind wasn’t on the battle.
It was on his Path.
What was his Path?
It was the path he walked on to grow stronger.
It was the path he walked on to defeat his enemies.
It was the path he walked on to overcome his limits.
It was the path he walked on for eons and would continue to walk on until he reached the Zenith.
It was…
The Path of Eter—
Just before he could complete the words, something cracked.
A tremor ran through the air, and an overwhelming pressure descended from above.
It was heavy, ancient, and domineering.
The air itself screamed.
The weight nearly pushed both Nameless Death and Berserker to their knees.
The reality collapsed.
Space warped.
Even chaos and void elements recoiled.
Nameless Death snapped out of his thoughts and looked up.
A jagged rip had torn open in the sky.
And through that crack, a figure stepped out.
He wore flowing black robes that moved as though wind existed only for him.
A scythe hung from one hand, longer than his body, and shaped from solidified concept.
His face was hidden under a deep hood, but his presence said more than words ever could.
Barbatos.
The Grim Reaper.
The one who walked lived in shadows and harvested Souls.
He had torn reality open with his scythe like it was paper.
His eyes—glowing from within the darkness of his hood—looked at Berserker. Then turned toward Nameless Death.
“You have one last chance,” Barbatos said. “Surrender to the Prince, or I will not be merciful like last time.”
Nameless Death looked at Berserker with a side eye.
He could see the faint grin on the crazed lunatic’s face.
’He knew the Barbatos was going to come.’
No, that was incorrect.
’He baited Barbatos to our location.’
Why?
The answer was simple.
For a chaotic three-way battle.
Because Chaos was the domain of Berserker. It was where he excelled at.
“What is your answer?” Barbatos asked.
Nameless Death grit his teeth, and looked at Barbatos.
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