After the devastating battle that lasted for one million years, the Conqueror did not stop to rest. Victory for him was not an achievement, but a programmed adjustment. With cold efficiency, he bent down, his hands touching the carcass of the gigantic dragon. Zego watched as the life essence of all the dragons he had conquered, from the smallest to the Dragon King, flowed like rivers of light into his body. It was not a greedy process, but an efficient and emotionless act. His body absorbed the essence, processed it, and stored it. Now, he carried the power of the west within him.
Without looking back, without glancing at the destruction he had created, the Conqueror walked toward the south. He used no bridges or ships. His two hands tore space itself, ripping apart the fabric of reality with horrifying precision. A dimensional portal was created. He stepped inside, and instantly, the tear in space vanished as if it had never been there.
In the south, another dimensional tear appeared, and from it, the figure of the Conqueror dropped. He arrived in the midst of an extremely severe snowstorm. The snow here was not just cold; it was a living entity. The sharp ice particles were like daggers, and the wind howled with the power to shatter stone. Through his vision, Zego could feel how the freezing temperature made the Conqueror's body feel heavier, slower. For the first time, he faced a condition he could not overcome with raw power alone.
Suddenly, a large silhouette moved from behind the towering trees, staring at the human. The Conqueror immediately sensed its presence, not with intuition, but with perfect sensory calculation. He responded not with an attack, but with a defense. His hand pulled the space around him, condensing it into an invisible shield. A gigantic ice ball, the size of a small hill, shot out from the shadows and struck the spatial shield. Zego watched in awe. The ice ball did not explode or rebound. Instead, it reappeared in the sky, as if the space contained a two-way portal.
Zego was speechless. He watched the human pull space around him to form a defense, and as the ice ball hit it, the ball reappeared in the sky, as if the shield was not just blocking but also manipulating the laws of reality. The Conqueror, without expression, sensed that he was surrounded by unseen mythological monsters. He gathered energy in his hand, preparing to strike the ground to clear the area.
However, before his hand could touch the ground, a horrifying event occurred. His right hand was simply severed, falling into the snow. Zego could not see the attack. He only saw the human's hand detach as if it had been cut by an invisible sword. The hand regenerated, but with a delay that felt longer than before. An unseen wound had now breached his defense.
Suddenly, another attack came. Invisible slashes left scars on the mountains, spreading into the sky, tearing through the snow clouds. The attack was vast and incredibly fast. The Conqueror lost his arm again, but regeneration was quick. However, the deadly snowstorm now pierced his skin. Small ice fragments, which Zego knew had special properties, entered through his pores, causing blood to flow from the Conqueror's body. It was the first time he had bled.
Zego watched, not understanding. Blood, a symbol of life, flowed from the creature he believed to be a soulless machine. The fierce snowstorm around them was no longer just extreme weather. It was an entity, a magic trapped in ice crystals. Each ice particle that entered the Conqueror's body was not a physical object, but an instruction that ran counter to his code. The instruction was to stop. To freeze.
The Conqueror, who had previously surpassed the speed of light and torn through spacetime, now slowed down. His movements became heavy, as if every micrometer he traveled required unimaginable effort. Zego could feel, through his vision, how the perfect algorithm that sustained the Conqueror's existence was starting to glitch. The regeneration process, which should have been instantaneous, now faltered. The cosmic flesh that had just been re-knitted by cold fusion was freezing in the middle of the process.
The ice fragments were not just cooling, but also negating. They were crystals of time and space. As these crystals entered the Conqueror's body, they not only pierced his skin but also seeped into the core of his cells, freezing the flow of time and space that was the very foundation of his being. Inside him, molecules did not move. Energy did not flow. Even the concept of time itself, which he had always manipulated and surpassed with ease, now stopped. The Conqueror became a paradox: a living entity, yet trapped in an eternal, frozen moment.
His movement stopped mid-stride. His hand, about to strike, was now frozen in the air, his expressionless eyes staring blankly into frozen space. Zego felt a wave of immense horror. This was not a physical defeat, not a wound that could be healed. This was a cancellation. The perfect machine was now trapped, an artifact of silence in the middle of a brutal storm.
And in that chilling silence, the large silhouettes that had been watching from behind the trees began to move. They no longer hid themselves. Dozens, then hundreds, of large, furry figures with long, sharp fangs emerged from behind the trees. These were the Yetis, the mythological monsters of the south, with glowing red eyes full of primal hatred. They did not scream or attack. They simply walked, stepping slowly out of the darkness of the snowstorm. Zego realized why they were so calm. They knew that their prey, the unconquerable machine that tore through space and time, had been neutralized.
However, among those Yetis, there was one figure that was different. He was not only large but also radiated a much stronger aura. Six horns curled on his head, proving his status as a leader, as a King. Zego stared at him, and he saw something he had not expected: intelligence. This Yeti was not a wild beast but a strategist who had solved the Conqueror's code.
The six-horned Yeti walked up to the frozen Conqueror. With calm and confident steps, he stopped in front of him. There were no shouts of victory. No anger. Just a cold and calculated action. The Yeti raised his hand, and Zego felt how the space around his hand became unstable. The space flickered, vibrated, then folded in on itself.
His hand did not touch the Conqueror's body. Instead, it touched the space where the Conqueror stood. A shockwave, not physical but existential, emanated from it. Zego screamed in his mind, No! It was not death, it was annihilation. The existence of the Conqueror, made of cosmic energy, was now destroyed. There was nothing left. No dust. No particles. The human he had watched conquer the west was now completely gone from the universe. Zego watched it, unable to believe it. A human so strong, defeated? The question echoed in the empty space, a defeat that could not be explained.
The emptiness felt real. Zego could feel the absence of the Conqueror, a hole that had suddenly appeared in reality. The flow of time and space that had been frozen by the Yeti's attack returned to normal. The snowstorm began to howl again, and the Yetis roared once more. Yet, within the chaos, there was a terrible silence. Zego felt as if there was a pause he had missed, as if the entire universe had held its breath for a very brief moment. Was this truly the end? Was the First Human, born from life energy and gifted by an abstract being, finished?
Just as Zego accepted this bitter reality, an even more shocking event occurred. Suddenly, the Conqueror's existence reappeared. Zego watched in disbelief. Wasn't his existence just destroyed by that Yeti? How is this possible? This was something beyond reason. He had not just come back to life, but returned from absolute non-existence. It seemed he was blessed by something from an even higher dimension.
Zego couldn't process what had happened. His mortal mind was unable to comprehend the paradox of returning from nothingness. The creature whose existence had just been annihilated now stood again, whole and unharmed. However, Zego saw a change. The light on his skin was now a little darker, denser, as if it had absorbed the darkness of non-existence.
All the surrounding Yetis immediately attacked. But the Conqueror did not move. There was no action, no defense. In an instant, all the attacking Yetis died, their bodies disintegrating into dust. They never managed to touch him. Zego realized what had happened: the Conqueror did not fight back. He simply allowed them to approach, and the law of reality from his new essence had nullified their existence.
The six-horned Yeti, in its renewed fury, summoned an ice ball the size of a star, launching it at the land. The ice ball struck where the Conqueror was, but he did not suffer a single scratch. His body was now immune to the freezing energy of the Yeti's attack. He had adapted, integrating non-existence into his own essence.
The human, who was now adapted, gathered dense energy in his hand. He struck the Yeti with a punch. It was no ordinary punch. It was a punch that shattered reality and spacetime. The six-horned Yeti was thrown incredibly far, tearing through mountains, and continued to hurtle into outer space, colliding with planets trillions of light-years away.
Zego watched, but he knew the battle was not over. The Conqueror, now adapted to the Yeti's speed, disappeared, and suddenly the Yeti's body showed a bruise as if it had just been hit, even though there was no attack. Zego could not see the attack, as if it were blind, without form. The invisible attack pushed the Yeti back. Then, a deadly barrage of billions of slashes per second rained down on the Yeti. But the Yeti endured without a single scratch.
The Yeti, who had also adapted to the human's attacks, clapped its hands fiercely, bending the space around it. It deflected the invisible slashes with ease. The human reappeared, gathering energy that was far stronger, even stronger than the universe itself. He unleashed that punch, making half the continent vanish. The attack pierced through to outer space, hitting planets trillions of light-years away. Even the six-horned Yeti, who was struck by the attack, did not survive.
Zego watched, stunned. Insane. The weather was so extreme, but it seems the human adapted incredibly quickly. After his existence was destroyed, he reappeared and had already adapted to the attacks. The Yeti could also adapt to the human's attacks, but the final attack was something the Yeti had not yet felt and could not withstand. A truly insane battle, Zego thought.
After that long battle, the Conqueror now walked toward his next destination. The conquest of the south did not take long, and he proceeded toward the east.