801 That Day Won't Be Far

"W-What the hell?"

Watching the chaos unfold in front of him, Varian forgot to breathe.

"W-Why?"

The eighth planetoid. The final one on his list.

He knew that it was in the most dangerous condition. So, he did only the minimum on every planetoid and saved time.

Yet.

Varian lowered his head and closed his eyes in pain.

Even then, the mayhem of the planetoid was captured by his senses.

As if it was a movie, everything that happened here so far played out in his mind's eye.

The level 8 humans on the planetoid were fighting the level 8 Abyssals.

Then, a bunch of wyverns appeared. The army split the group and sent a few to hold back the wyverns as they waited for help.

Even though they weren't winning, the brave men and women ensured with their blood, sweat, and tears that they didn't lose the planetoid.

A stalemate continued for an hour.

Then came the next batch of wyverns.

Even the most resilient people would panic in this situation.

The defenders were under huge pressure, but they still sent a few more level 8s from the original group fighting the Abyssals.

Now, the level 8s fighting Abyssals were already weakened twice and they were quickly and ruthlessly suppressed.

The level 8s fighting the first wave already had trouble maintaining the stalemate.

The level 8s that were sent to fight the new batch of wyverns…they failed. No matter how much they willed, they were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the wyverns.

When these level 8s were killed, the second batch of wyverns joined the first wave of wyverns and destroyed the level 8s.

Soon, the whole wyvern gang reached the location where human and Abyssal level 8s fought.

The ones that were fighting so hard, the brave men and women of the human race…they were electrocuted to death. Their bodies were eaten by the wyverns as a show of victory.

Then, the level 8 Abyssals and Wyverns attacked the human army.

With only level 7s holding the fort, the humans were no match for the Abyssals. It was swift but deeply tragic.

The slaughter began and spread out in all directions.

Since level 8s were insanely strong compared to the mid and low awakeners, each second, tens of thousands of humans died.

By the time Varian reached the planetoid, more than 40% of the army was obliterated.

"Master," Boo said in a low voice. "The rational decision now is to return to the first planetoid and kill the second batch of wyverns. That way, you can keep the level 8 safe, and in turn, they'll keep their planetoids safe. This planetoid…even if you save it now, once you leave, the Abyssals can send a few level 8s and conquer it. It's a goner."

Varian loosened his fist and sighed. Boo opened the ghost ship and opened its mouth to call him in.

But Varian's figure disappeared.

In different regions of the planetoid, the wyverns and abyssals were wreaking havoc.

There were a total of ten low level 8 Wyverns, ten mid level 8 Wyverns.

In addition, there were also ten high level 8 Abyssals. But due to the courageous deaths of the human warriors who fought until the bitter end, these ten had major injuries. Their strength also dropped to mid level 8.

Instead of confronting them directly, Varian sneaked behind the Abyssals.

With a single but masterful stroke, he assassinated a high level 8 Abyssal.

It was quick, silent, and efficient.

Due to his high injuries, the high level 8 Abyssal died easily.

Varian's figure blinked in and out and in just a few seconds, he assassinated five Abyssals.

That was when the remaining noticed his presence.

"Varian!"

The voice of the Abyssal that called him out was filled with surprise. But realizing what he just said, the Abyssal quickly paled and stepped back.

It didn't matter to them if the Mirage Queen declared that Varian was only a low level 8.

For them, Varian was a man who broke a capital city!

A fucking capital city! The very symbol of an Abyss!

When your feats exceeded common sense, the fear they instilled in your enemies would also be beyond common sense.

Most of the Abyssals developed an irrational fear of Varian.

But of course, as level 8s, they suppressed that fear and quickly encircled him. The wyverns joined the Abyssals cautiously as they waited for an opportunity to strike at this man that made their instincts scream.

Varian unsheathed a sword and looked at his enemies with a sharp gaze.

The Abyssals gulped as they felt like a sharp sword was sliding against their skin. The Wyverns, on the other hand, roared as they tried to fight off the bloodlust emanated from Varian—the bloodlust developed after witnessing twenty million deaths.

"This planetoid is mine." Varian swung his sword and the world went blue.

Three Abyssals clutched their throat suddenly. It was futile. Blood spilled out like a fountain and they died with an unwilling gaze.

With a roar, the Wyverns bombarded Varian in attacks. Abyssals joined.

A sea of golden lightning enveloped Varian with an intent to destroy him to pieces.

The golden lightning reached Varian and exploded.

But along with it, the heads of five wyverns also exploded.

"Pluto is mine." Varian's chilling voice rang in the air.

"You! Don't hide! Face us head on!" An Abyssal yelled after he couldn't find Varian through his lighting sense.

"Roar!" The Wyverns flapped their wings as they provoked him into a head-on fight.

"You want a head-on battle? I will give you a full-fledged war."

The space suddenly cracked apart and cut a wyvern into two halves.

"I will wage my war against the eight Abysses."

An Abyssal clutched his mind and screamed in pain before his neck was snapped.

"You can run to any corner."

A clicking sound suddenly jolted everyone and they saw a Wyvern slowly falling to the ground.

When it crashed, a red line appeared on its body and along the red line, the body split into two equal halves.

"For attacking us unprovoked, for causing so much pain to my race and killing so many innocents, I'll personally kill your Emperor."

Varian's words touched a nerve and the Abyssals roared in rage.

Their worship of the Emperor far exceeded their fear of Varian.

When your feats exceeded common sense, the admiration they instilled in your allies would also be beyond common sense.

Seeing him pull off the impossible again and again, the Abyssals developed almost fanatical worship of their Emperor.

They wouldn't allow him to be insulted by anyone. Not the Fairies. Not even the mighty Zions. And certainly not a human!

"Varian, this war, you'll lose! This is the will of our Empeor! His gift to your kind! A war where you can still struggle! If he deems you enough of a nuisance, he will come here and kill you in a snap! We don't want to disturb him, so we'll kill you in the stead of his majesty!"

Pouring out all their strengths, they attacked him with the intention of cutting him to pieces.

The wyverns joined them and drowned him in attacks.

Varian's gaze didn't waver as he slayed the enemies one by one, like a butcher killing livestock.

"It's been a hundred and twenty years since you arrived in the solar system. You killed billions of people. Orphaned countless children. Destroyed too many families.

You could've asked us to share the legacy. If you traded with us, maybe we could've. But you didn't even think we were worthy of negotiations. To you, we were just a nuisance. A pest growing on YOUR fruit.

You treated us as such. And I will treat you worse.

Even if that man doesn't come here, I will enter your home Abyss. And I'll give your race the ending you wanted to give us.

That day won't be far, I promise."