On Earth-10, a world ten times larger than our own, survival is no longer guaranteed. Monsters pour from portals known as Dungeons, each one a domain of gods, horrors, and impossible power. Humanity’s only hope lies in the Awakened — chosen individuals who gain blessings and classes from the divine. Warriors, Mages, Priests, Assassins… all destined to grow, evolve, and one day become legends.

But Ashura Bellet was not chosen.

While his peers gained power and glory, Ashura was left with nothing — no blessing, no class, no future. Mocked by healers, nearly killed by a slime, burdened with his mother’s illness and the weight of supporting his younger sister, he lived as a mercenary scraping coin and bleeding in every raid. Weak, timid, and hesitant… until the day everything changed.

A raid gone wrong.
A dungeon no one had ever seen before.
A place where purple lightning fell endlessly from the heavens, erasing even the strongest Awakened in an instant.

Ashura should have died with the rest.
Instead, the lightning struck him again and again — burning his body, breaking his mind — until it carved something new into his very soul. He awakened not to a blessing, but to something outside the system. An Unknown Class, forged by the storm itself.

When Ashura emerged from the dungeon, he was no longer the timid mercenary everyone mocked. His hair turned white, his eyes burned with arrogance, and his body radiated the storm’s power. With a black blade in one hand and purple lightning crackling in the other, he had only one rule now:

“I don’t underestimate. I don’t forgive. And I don’t stop.”

Enemies see him as a monster. Allies see him as a madman who poses with no one watching, flexing his aura as though mocking the world itself. But behind the arrogance lies a ruthless killer, a cunning survivor, and a power that should never have existed.

Because Ashura’s lightning isn’t from any god.
It belongs to something older.
Something forgotten.
Something that wants him to burn the world.

The Absolute Realm trembled—not from impact, not from invasion—


Agoth stood at the center of the vast chamber, his form wrapped in shifting law and first-light residue. Around him, the Absolutes watched in silence, some curious, some wary.


"I will not underestimate the Sovereign of Black Light," he said calmly.


A ripple of tension surged through the chamber.


One of the Absolutes—tall, radiant, his form woven with judgment and radiance—stepped forward.


"Agoth," Gabriel said, frowning. "Isn't this earlier than the time we established?"


Agoth turned slightly, his expression unreadable.


He lifted a hand, and the image of Earth-10 appeared—its barrier glowing, stressed, ancient.


"But Silas and the others are already plotting," Agoth continued. "We used our last chance to order them—to retrieve information on Ashura Bellet."


"They can either obey and return with knowledge… or they can seize this moment and align themselves with him."


"Either choice leads to the same outcome."


The image of Earth-10 fractured—portals beginning to form, tearing open reality like wounds.


"War," Agoth said quietly. "So let us see which side they choose."


The Absolutes fell silent as the portals stabilized, their presence already feeding on Earth's immense natural energy.


They stood before Agoth—not kneeling, not bowing.


"Agoth," he said flatly. "He said he has never worked under anyone. And he never will."


"He also said he'll be seeing you soon."


"And now that you've used your last chance to command us… it's time you return what you took."


"…It seems," he said, spreading his hands, "that I can no longer order you."


Eight orbs manifested instantly—each a different color, each radiating sovereign-level authority long suppressed.


The moment they made contact, the realm shuddered.


One by one, they turned and left—reality parting for them without resistance.


Then looked back over his shoulder at Agoth.


"He's unlike anything you've seen in your entire existence," Silas said quietly.


The Absolute Realm fell silent once more.


Far away, across layers of reality, the Black Light pulsed—


Chapter 147 - Plan X