The Fall of an Overlord

Nathaniel floated in midair. Golden markings crept from his wrist, covering his entire arm and spreading toward his chest.

Tiny cracks opened in his skin, light shining through them.

They were the scars left by spacetime energy carving a path through his body.

Chu Hang stood three meters away.

Young Kang made no move.

Not because he didn't want to. He couldn't.

Now that Spacetime Sovereignty had been copied, he had to fight just to keep himself and the other two Kangs in this universe.

The dimensional backlash was too strong. This universe rejected them, trying to tear them apart every second.

Nathaniel was their only anchor.

As long as the boy lived and the Dimension Beacon remained inside him, the Council of Kangs could draw stable power through him.

Chu Hang was about to pull out that anchor.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Young Kang called from afar. "The beacon has become one with his life. Tear it out, and he'll die."

Chu Hang didn't turn around.

He watched the golden markings flowing beneath Nathaniel's skin, like parasites devouring their host.

"What is he to you?"

"A tool," Young Kang answered frankly. "A fool from the future. He thought he was a hero. He never knew that the moment we implanted the beacon, he became our key to entering this universe."

Pain flashed in Nathaniel's eyes.

Not physical pain. The pain of betrayal.

"I... I didn't know..." Nathaniel's voice was weak.

"I know," Chu Hang interrupted.

He raised his right hand, and a complex array of runes appeared in his palm.

The Alchemical Law.

He had grasped this power while studying Compound V in the Black-Robed Universe. Equivalent exchange, restructuring matter, twisting life.

But he had found a new way to use it.

Not exchange, but reconstruction. Like