Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent!

Chapter 565 Rewritten

Chapter 565  Rewritten

'Finally I can be reborn once again!' The devil thought to itself, never thinking this day would have come for him.

The moment he died he sensed something odd happening with his soul core, instead of it being extinguished completely or sent up to some afterlife like it thought might happen, it was condensed into some sort of weird orb. He didn't wait long before realising this could be the opportunity of a lifetime. Or rather… another lifetime!

Using the last remaining bit of energy he had left before he lost consciousness forever, he condensed all of his will into the weird orb that was forming within his soul core. With this, even when his body died, his consciousness and will would live on through this small orb. He didn't know whether he would be able to wake up again some day or not, but his instincts told him that the possibility remained…

'Haha! This day came sooner than I thought!' For him, just an instance of time passed between him finally losing consciousness after the remaining bits of his energy ran out and waking up in another person's soul space.

But even then, after accessing just a fraction of Alex's memories, he found that only a few days had passed since his death. How lucky he was to be able to experience rebirth so soon after that!

'So this kid is the owner of that beast that killed me… God knows why he has control over such a monstrous Divine class beast like that. But who cares, that tame will be mine when I take over his mind and body and make them mine!'

With this in mind, he started to get to business.

'This kid is only a B tier as well, who'd have thought I'd be so lucky to get a weakling trying to absorb my power!'

He was exorbitant, quite frankly this entire thing should have been a breeze for him. As an S tier, taking over the mind and body of a B tier would be a walk in the park!

However, surprise quickly took over for him.

'I'll give the kid some props, he's pretty strong for a B tier, possessing A tier strength, but what does that matter? I'll still win in the end anyway.'

Regardless, his tendrils of dark willpower surged forward, with his will wrapping around Alex's mind like a tightening noose. It was a presence unlike anything Alex had ever felt invade his mind before — which was expected considering he hadn't had an S tier attempt such a thing in the past.

Alex felt his vision blur as his consciousness was dragged forward, pulled into his own soul space where a battle of wills took place. His surroundings melted away, and he found himself in the vast, endless void of his soul space.

Before him stood the devil's form, no longer a mere presence but a fully realised figure — a towering, monstrous humanoid with obsidian skin, burning red eyes and jagged horns that curved toward the sky. "You really thought you could handle absorbing my power, boy?"

The devil sneered mockingly, with its voice echoing around him from all directions in the void.

"How laughable! Your body may have taken in my energy, but your mind? Your soul? They will belong to me now!" Alex clenched his fists as he stared down the entity before him. The sheer pressure coming from the devil's form was enough to make a lesser mind crumble.

The devil exulted in his triumph, feeling the last shreds of Alex's resistance crumbling before him. This was it. The final moment before he would seize control over Alex, before his rebirth would be complete! After all his suffering, all his waiting, he could finally walk this world again!

Then he saw it.

Strings of incomprehensible energy woven together in an intricate, impossible pattern. They weren't threads of mere power or memory, nor were they remnants of some forgotten or ancient will – no they were something far beyond even his understanding. It was as if the very essence of reality itself had been coiled and intertwined into this one singular construct, a foundation upon which Alex's very existence had been built.

The devil hesitated. It was a mistake.

A single whisper – no, not a whisper, a revelation – resounded through the infinite weave of lines.

He didn't know what it was exactly.

But he did know that it had an effect on his soul.

And in that instant, everything changed.

The devil's will was no longer advancing – it was unravelling.

He tried to retreat, to tear himself away from Alex's soul space, but that moment he attempted to move, he realised something horrifying; he no longer had any control over his own will. His essence, his very being, was disintegrating, pulled toward the swirling mess of lines. There was no struggle, no battle of wills, no desperate attempt at resistance — there wa simply nothing left for him to fight with.

A force greater than anything he had ever encountered, beyond even that Divine class beast Alex had, tightened around him with a silent finality.

And then, darkness.

Yet it was no the endless void of non-existence like he was dreading. No the nothingness of oblivion nor the crushing weight of hell or anything like. Instead, he was somewhere else entirely.

Eyes.

An endless, boundless void of eyes. Some small as pinpricks in the fabric of reality, others large enough to consume entire worlds in their irises. They blinked in and out of existence, watching, judging, waiting. Each gaze seared through the devil's form, peeling apart every experience he'd ever had, layer by layer, memory by memory, thought by thought.

Fear — true, primal, absolute fear – seized him.

'What is this place!?'

He screamed, or at least he tried to. But no sound came. His voice simply did not exist anymore. His thoughts were not his own, his will, his identity, his soul — everything that was 'him' was no longer.

Everything he knew of himself was being devoured, not by something like hunger for power or being absorbed into Alex, but by something far more terrifying.

Understanding.

These eyes did not consume. They perceived. And in their perception, he ceased to be. His existence was reduced to nothing more than an observation, an idea acknowledged and then discarded by a seemingly omniscient, unfathomable force.

The devil tried to struggle, but there was nothing left to struggle with. His power, his dominance, his identity – him – it was all being unwritten, erased from history.

One by one, the eyes blinked. And as they did, so too did the last remnants of his consciousness before he himself, forgot who he was.

His final thought was not of rage, nor regret. It was of absolute, undeniable insignificance.

Who was he? Nobody in the history of the universe knew now – or cared.

Then, at last, the devil was gone.

Erased.

Forgotten.

***

A sharp gasp tore itself from Alex's lips as his eyes shot open. His body jerked upright, drenched from head to toe in sweat. His heart pounded against his ribs like a war drum. His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind reeled — except, reeling from what?

He blinked, staring at the dim glow of the cave walls around him, with the cold stone beneath him grounding him back to reality. His fingers twitched as he tried to recall what had just happened. He had been… absorbing the S tier orb, hadn't he?

Then –

Nothing.

His memories were a haze, a blank void where something important should have been. He clenched his jaw, frustration flickering through his thoughts. He had gone into his soul space. He had encountered — what had he encountered? He couldn't remember.

All he knew was that he was awake, and something was off.

Brontes loomed near him. The Divine beast clearly sensed something unusual through its connection with Alex.

'Wait, where did I get that S tier orb from?' He wondered to himself, trying his hardest to wrack his brain.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling slowly. His body still tingled with residual energy from the absorption. His veins clearly pulsed with strength beyond what he normally felt.

But why did it feel like something was missing?

Brontes made a deep, guttural sound, lowering his head slightly towards Alex. His crackling presence was neither hostile nor alarmed, so there were clearly no external disturbances while he was out. "I'm fine," he muttered to Brontes, shaking his head, more to convince himself than to reassure his tame.

"I think…"

Yet the silence that followed was deafening.

He felt like something important had been ripped away from him, yet he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was?

Brushing aside the creeping feeling up his spine, he decided instead to focus on teh more pressing matter.

Checking his gains from the S tier orb and the King class orbs — both of which he had successfully finished absorbing now.

'Or at least I think it was a success?'

The confusion never left him though.