The mountain remained silent as he stood at its peak, his eyes gazing into the infinite horizon. The sky was still recovering from the aftermath of his awakening. Even after comprehending Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination, his body trembled from the overwhelming burden of its power.
He clenched his fist, feeling the raw, chaotic force coursing through his veins. The realization that he could wield only 0.0001% of its might was humbling. Even that fraction threatened to consume him if he was not careful. This was no ordinary technique—it was a force beyond mortality, a weapon that defied reality itself.
But he did not despair.
The path of martial arts was never about instant mastery. He had spent years perfecting himself, surpassing every limitation set before him. This would be no different. If his body could not yet withstand the full force of this technique, then he would refine it. He would sharpen his control, carve his will into the very foundation of existence, and claim dominion over Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination piece by piece.
For weeks, he trained with ceaseless determination. He meditated in absolute silence, letting his body adjust to the energy within. He pushed himself to the brink of collapse, forcing his body to adapt to the immense strain.
He practiced control, channeling the technique in minuscule amounts, ensuring it did not destroy everything around him. Even the slightest release of its energy warped the space near him, causing mountains to crumble and rivers to dry up. Each failed attempt was met with another effort, another refinement, another step toward mastering the impossible.
His mind sharpened beyond limits, his soul tempered through agony and enlightenment alike. He could now wield 0.001% of its power without losing control—a tenfold increase from before. Yet, it was still far from true mastery.
But it was progress.
One night, as he meditated beneath the endless sky, a realization struck him. Power alone would not be enough. To wield Finality Beyond Gods: Zenith Extermination, he had to fuse it with his newly created martial art. Only then could he reach true perfection.
The idea filled him with anticipation. His martial art, born from the fusion of all he had learned, was the pinnacle of technique. If he could integrate the essence of absolute destruction into it, his combat style would reach a level no being had ever imagined.
A storm raged across the heavens as if the world itself recognized his ambition.
He did not falter.
His next destination was clear. His heart had already made its decision.
He would return home.
It had been years since he had seen his mother. Now, on the eve of his 18th birthday, he would stand before her—not just as a son, but as the strongest martial artist the world had ever seen.
But deep within his soul, a strange unease stirred. As if fate itself was waiting for him.
And so, with unwavering resolve, he took his first step back home.
To be continued in Chapter 53…