Department of Mysterious Affairs in Africa

Chapter 432: The African Department of Mysteries

Ian always liked to spout a few badass lines now and then.

"Behold my divine might!"

He condensed his understanding of the ultimate contradiction between "existence" and "nothingness" at the tip of his wand. This was neither the power of creation nor destruction.

It was closer to "negation" and "erasure."

How should he put it?

It was no longer simply magic.

Who said the power of paradox wasn't useful?

The power of paradox was incredibly useful.

Ian felt as though Teacher He from Mushroom House had possessed him.

So good.

He had indeed used the immense power of paradox once again.

What lit up at the tip of his wand was not a blinding white light, but a color of absolute "nothingness," as though it could absorb every color and dim all the surrounding light! Then, an indescribable ripple spread outward—one that made even a fallen god instinctively shudder with dread.

"Existence Erasure!"

Ian fired that strand of "nothingness" light, thin as a hair yet seemingly containing the essence of the universe's return to oblivion, at the dark spear still struggling through the spacetime trap!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling flare from colliding energies, not even the slightest sound. The instant that strand of "nothingness" light struck the dark spear, an utterly bizarre sight unfolded—the spear seemed as though it had never existed at all. Starting from its tip, it broke apart inch by inch and vanished.

It left behind no residual energy.

Nor did it cause even a single spatial ripple.

It was like a failed art student gently rubbing an image off a canvas with an eraser after failing his art exam and preparing to switch careers, returning it completely to nothingness.

It was not merely matter and energy