Ch.187Unchanging Things

“These… worthless insects…!”

Olivia gritted her teeth as she stared ‘ahead.’ In that direction were three women, each destroying Olivia’s world in their own way.

One wielded divine power after accepting a god into her body, another mercilessly damaged the world by cutting through causality, and the last one overlaid Olivia’s world with one of her own creation.

Though their methods differed, the result was the same—they were all trash intent on ruining Olivia’s aspirations.

First, that religious bitch.

White divine power blazed from her body like a literal sun, melting everything in Olivia’s world. Nothing was exempt from that power.

Whether it was black blood beasts strengthened enough to withstand divine power-infused punches, or the black mana forming the foundation of the world—everything melted away equally, like sandcastles caught in a downpour.

Olivia had experienced this power before. It was that cursed power that had stopped her when she first tried to devour the world to claim her Master.

It was also the hateful power that had restored all the life she had destroyed, shattered her body into pieces, and scattered them across dimensional gaps.

Divine possession.

Accepting a god into a human body. Olivia’s eyes filled with disgust as she recalled being scattered across dimensions when she was just one step away from eternal love with her Master.

The power this religious bitch was using was the same type as back then, but its manifestation was far stronger now.

Olivia was certain that if this were the ordinary outside world rather than her own realm, the entire continent would have been covered in divine power in less than a second.

When Olivia first witnessed the miracle of divine possession, she had no experience confronting such immense divine power. That’s why she had been helplessly defeated by the god’s power and suffered tremendous damage.

Her entire body had melted to the point where maintaining human form was all she could manage, and all her black mana had been purified, making magic use impossible.

Although it was her Master who had cut her into pieces and scattered her across dimensions, Olivia was certain that without the direct hit from divine power, her Master could never have hurt her.

The black blood beasts she had strengthened to withstand divine power could somewhat resist the religious woman’s original divine power, but they couldn’t withstand it after divine possession.

This was only natural. The religious woman’s soul had literally reached the level of accepting a god. The very nature of her soul had changed to match divinity. The power contained within was fundamentally different.

The black blood beasts, regardless of size or strength, oxidized immediately upon exposure to divine power, not even leaving ashes behind. One of them even spoke despite not having been given vocal organs.

‘Sun,’ it had said.

The aura emitted by that religious bitch was that overwhelming. The current black mana couldn’t withstand divine power that contained the full might of a god.

The most infuriating part was that this “god” referred to none other than Olivia’s Master.

All the black blood beasts dying? Why would she care about disposable tools? The world crumbling? She could just create it again.

But daring to refer to Olivia’s Master as a god—that was absolutely unforgivable.

Next, the sword-wielding bitch.

At first, Olivia hadn’t thought much of her. This was because Olivia, like her Master, had fixed herself in time. Partially releasing her Master’s time fixation was also a byproduct of this.

As could be inferred from the fact that dimensional cutting couldn’t kill the boy, beings fixed in time couldn’t be killed by mere actions like cutting something.

Whether cutting connected time, cutting the space binding the body, or cutting the concept of recovery—fixed time was far beyond the reach of such trivial actions.

To kill her Master and Olivia, one would need to reach the level of distorting the world’s laws and binding forces.

Realizing that the sword-wielding woman hadn’t reached such a level yet, Olivia deliberately took most of her attacks to completely crush her pride.

No matter what that woman cut, Olivia would take the hit and then demonstratively recover, and she would even mockingly copy the woman’s swordsmanship, performing it identically right before her eyes.

In the process, she destroyed the woman’s arms and legs one by one. The sword-wielder had no way to penetrate fixed time, so she couldn’t even put up a decent resistance and was one-sidedly toyed with by Olivia.

That is, until the moment her unshackled soul began to pulse slightly.

The swordsmanship of that woman, who had previously only been able to cut mere concepts, had somehow reached the level of cutting and slicing the world’s causality and binding forces according to her will.

As a result, all the laws constituting Olivia’s world collapsed. Since the very foundation of black mana’s existence was denied, everything else shattered in a chain reaction.

It happened with just a single sword strike.

In that brief moment when chunks of the world were being cut away, Olivia fully grasped the situation. That woman still couldn’t completely control her power.

If she had fully realized the power she possessed, she wouldn’t need to physically swing the sword in her hand—she could achieve the same effect by thought alone.

Even if she reached that level, Olivia wouldn’t lose, but it would be less troublesome to kill her, which wasn’t a bad thing.

Of course, the most infuriating part, just like with the religious woman, was how she dared to babble about unwavering devotion to Olivia’s Master.

Finally, the magic-using bitch.

She was fundamentally different from the sword-wielder and the religious woman. The result was the same—Olivia’s world was collapsing. But the process was exactly the opposite.

She was overlaying Olivia’s created world with a world of her own creation.

In other words, she had reached the level of achieving creation itself. She had reached the same level as Olivia in building her own world.

Due to the aftereffects of black mana being denied by divine power and causality being cut by Wind Shear, Olivia couldn’t prevent the world-overlaying process in time.

Those bitches, while intensely disliking each other, were creating a causality where they ended up helping one another.

If only one of them had attacked, Olivia would have managed to stop them somehow, albeit with some difficulty.

She would have subdued the descended god, reorganized the collapsing causality, and returned the nascent world back to nothingness, mocking their futile efforts.

But with a god descending to earth while causality was collapsing and a world was being created, even Olivia couldn’t prevent all of it without damage.

In the collapsing world, Olivia muttered like a madwoman.

“I’ll never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you, never forgive you…!”

What truly triggered Olivia’s fury was something else. It was the fact that her Master had personally released the soul bindings of those bitches.

Olivia had long ago realized the secret of soul binding.

A bound soul instantly raises human potential to its limit, but conversely, it becomes a shackle preventing further growth.

That’s why the religious woman, the sword-wielder, and the magic-user had suffered miserable defeats against Olivia despite having sufficient qualifications.

If possible, Olivia wanted to go beyond binding her soul with her Master’s—she wanted to make them completely one. She wanted to mix them together until their original forms disappeared.

But for her Master’s sake, she had to tearfully give up. She had to postpone it until after creating a world for just the two of them, killing all other beings, and becoming a creator who could change the laws.

Breaking a bound soul was excruciatingly painful. It was so painful that Olivia had erased the memory of releasing the soul binding from her mind afterward.

Yet, her Master had shown consideration to those creatures. While Olivia had broken her soul binding with her own hands, her Master had personally broken their soul bindings for them.

The fact that those worthless beings had received her Master’s consideration, that her Master had shown consideration to women other than Olivia—it made Olivia feel like all her sanity was evaporating.

“I will never, ever forgive you…!”

Of course, she had no intention of doing anything to her Master.

If it was her Master, her Master who loved only Olivia, then surely she had allowed this hardship to give Olivia an even greater and sweeter fruit of love.

Olivia didn’t blame her Master. Instead, she directed all her anger and jealousy solely at the three women.

Having to face simultaneously a religious woman who had accepted a god into her body, a swordswoman who could cut all causality and concepts with mere thought, and a magician who had become the creator of a world? So what?

She was confident she could kill them all.

While before she could have crushed them one-sidedly, now the gap had narrowed to the point where she would need to use her full power to face them, but still.

Olivia restored her collapsing world. Most of the outer regions had evaporated without a trace, but the core was still intact.

Her Master was there, and no one could reach her as long as Olivia lived.

“I’ll kill them all. Every single one of them, I’ll kill them all…!”

She changed her mind. Even eternal suffering was too good for them.

She needed to cut off all their limbs, pluck out their eyes and tongues, and throw them into dimensional gaps. Let them die slowly as their bodies decomposed in pain, hunger, and cold.

Grinding her teeth, Olivia reappeared before the three women and…

Found them fighting each other as if trying to kill one another.