boyutpedia Chapter 542: True Sky
Chapter 542: True Sky
Chapter 542: True Sky
{Step Twelve}
Emir had finally become an Archon.
It felt strange. Not the power—that felt right. Like it had always been waiting for him. Like the universe had finally acknowledged what he already knew.
No, what felt strange was the balance.
The contradiction.
He had walked the path of the Unblessed, carving his own fate with nothing but raw will. And yet, here he was, touching Godhood. A Divine Spark now burned inside him, proving that even gods had to recognize him.
Vardyn promise held true.
Emir now possessed a Reaper's Unique Ability.
Death itself bent to him, even as he stood outside fate's grip.
His system updated. A new stat blinked into existence.
Spirit.
He had been waiting for that. Holding back. He had an ability—a Spirit-related ability—that he hadn't been able to unlock. Not until now.
Lyra and Ragnar weren't far behind. Their boons were nothing to scoff at either.
The three of them?
They weren't just strong.
They were a problem.
The kind of force that even the universal powers would hesitate to cross.
{I Have Returned}
"Earth!"
Emir roared as he arrived, his voice thundered across the land.
"Your prince has returned!"
And then, as if the universe itself held its breath—
"I bring the destruction of Order."
The war—the war that had dragged on, draining lives and hope, grinding the world into dust—
Ended.
Just like that.
No fanfare. No final stand. Just Emir.
After that, the real work began.
With Lyra and Ragnar at his side, they turned their attention to the Behemoths.
The monsters had made Africa their hunting grounds, their domain.
But not for long. The Four Family Heads' struggle would end soon.
By the time they arrived, Eldritch was barely standing.
Purple was there, too, shock clear in her eyes as she stared at him.
She asked what everyone had been asking.
"How?"
How was he alive?
Emir just chuckled, dodging a Behemoth's attack like nothing.
"I am the Fateless One... throughout all the realms."
And then, with the world as his audience, with his students—his old students, crying at his return—watching his every move...
He put on a show.
Aether blazed in his vision. He saw paths. Roads unseen, veins of the universe itself.
And he moved.
Not through space. But through Aether.
The fight stretched across the planet. From deserts to oceans to the edges of the wilds.
Emir fought.
He won.
And the world celebrated.
{True Sky}
Turns out, he was topping the charts in the Order's Bounty Leaderboard.
Not for power level.
This wasn't about who was the strongest.
This was about who the Order considered the biggest threat to the universe.
And according to them?
Emir was very, very dangerous.
He just chuckled.
Then got up and went outside.
He found Ragnar lying on his back, smoking a cigar, staring at the sky.
Emir joined him.
But they weren't alone.
She was there.
His wife.
Badroulbadour.
The conversation they should have had years ago finally happened.
And the truth?
His paranoia ruined it.
She didn't care about his past.
Didn't care whether he was a Blackeye or not.
Did it surprise her?
Sure.
But it didn't change a damn thing.
She was chill.
And as they lay there together, staring at the night sky, Emir realized something.
A fact so simple, yet so huge.
Only those from Earth had the mutation.Only their Celestials could see brighter in the dark.
He figured it out when he started talking about the stars.
She didn't see what they saw.
Because the stars were highlighted in his vision.
To her, the night sky had always been empty.
She had never seen the true sky.
{Highway To Hell}
The final act of his own story was about to begin.
Emir didn't do grand speeches or long-winded goodbyes. He just moved.
Using the club gathering, he bought a few spaceships—enough to fit his entire family a few times over—and without any more hesitation, he left Earth behind.
He had a mission.
A target.
And the road ahead? It was long.
The first planet they stopped at for refueling was nothing special.
A standard pit stop in the cosmic backroads.
But while he was there, Emir registered as a traveling bounty hunter.
It was a formality, really. A way to get less questions asked when he started tearing through Order territory.
They gave him a tattoo. A vine-like pattern wrapping around his wrist.
One for each rank.
Since he was an Archon, he got three.
A mark of authority. A warning.
To some, it said:
"This guy is a force to be reckoned with."