Absolute Cheater-Chapter 310: Red Womb IV

The shadows beneath him erupted with blinding brilliance as he launched into the air, sword crackling with twin halos.

"Twilight Rend." In mid-air, he spun—the motion so precise it could cut the world. Dozens of arcs of radiant-dark energy spiraled from his blade, slashing into Vel-Skar's body in perfect harmony.

Chunks of corrupted flesh tore free, disintegrating into smoke.

Vel-Skar screamed and retaliated with a blast of Corruption Pulse—a shockwave of decay and entropy. The Reaper dropped to one knee as part of his armor melted under the strike.

"Enough," he muttered.

Black Tide raised his blade high, and a ring of black fire erupted beneath him.

He activated his signature fusion skill—"Eclipse Dominion."

A dome of twilight energy spread out, engulfing the chamber. Inside, all light and all shadow bent to his will. Vel-Skar's corruption shriveled under the weight of both illumination and void.

With his presence magnified, the Reaper moved faster—his blade a blur of grace and lethality.

He dove in, launching a flurry:

"Shatterfang Symphony" — a barrage of precision strikes using Cutting Law to unmake corrupted tissue.

"Celestial Silence" — a pulse of light that blinded Vel-Skar briefly while silencing its chaotic aura.

"Nocturne's Descent" — a final overhead cleave, channeling both Darkness and Light into a single concentrated arc.

Vel-Skar staggered.

Half its body was gone, its torso riddled with cuts that refused to regenerate under the suppression of Eclipse Dominion.

But it was not yet finished.

Vel-Skar's body convulsed in agony and rage, the remnants of its flesh searing away as its corrupted essence broke free. What emerged was no longer a malformed abomination, but a refined horror—its final form.

A floating ribcage of bleached, jagged bone curled outward like a broken cage, revealing within a beating, dripping heart of pure Corruption. Tendrils of voidlight extended from it, dragging illusions of suffering across the walls. The very ground groaned beneath the pressure of its cursed chant, and time itself shivered—blinking in and out of sync.

As space unraveled and the Womb dissolved into a spiraling nightmare, Black Tide stood unfazed.

Then he raised his obsidian greatsword.

From beneath his feet, a ring of smoldering black flame roared into existence. It carved burning runes across the dome floor in a perfect circle. The air warped, shadows and light distorting around him, and then folding inward like the closing eye of a god.

"Eclipse Dominion."

A dome of twilight cascaded out like a wave of falling dusk. The light dimmed, but did not vanish—instead, it twisted, refracted into radiant arcs that danced in tandem with swirls of deepest night. Within this domain, Black Tide was absolute.

Vel-Skar lunged—one long, lance-like limb flashing toward him in a blur of red and shadow.

But Black Tide vanished.

With a flicker of compressed light, he reappeared mid-air, several feet above the attack, blade poised.

Then he descended.

"Shatterfang Symphony"

He dropped fast, and as he landed, he struck—not once, but in a blur of motion.

The first cut came in horizontally, a clean arc that split through the limb at the elbow. His sword didn't slice—it unwove, the edge coated with Cutting Law so precise it ignored flesh and simply severed the molecular integrity of Vel-Skar's corrupted tissue.

He spun, reversed his grip, and followed up with three quick diagonal strikes—each targeting joints, muscle anchors, vital stabilizers.

Vel-Skar shrieked. One of its arms detached entirely, collapsing in a writhing heap.

Black Tide didn't pause.

He pivoted back with a dancer's grace, lifting his hand to his helm—and then thrust it forward.

"Celestial Silence"

A nova burst from his palm—a radiant pulse of pure light shaped like a blooming lotus. The blinding radiance engulfed Vel-Skar's face and core in a flash so intense it dispelled shadows for an instant.

The beast reeled, its eyes—if they could be called that—boiling under the light, while the aura of madness it emitted was snuffed out like a flame in vacuum. The chamber stilled. The screaming in the walls silenced.

Vel-Skar tried to regenerate—but in the grip of Eclipse Dominion, its corrupted magic faltered. The limbs twitched but did not reform. Its ribcage cracked, its heart pulsing faster in desperation.

Black Tide advanced again.

"Nocturne's Descent"

With a single flex of his legs, he launched himself straight upward, nearly to the apex of the dome. The cloak of twilight around him coalesced into wings—half shadow, half light—spanning wide behind him like the judgment of a dual-aspect deity.

He held the greatsword aloft with both hands, its edge glowing now with bands of twisting Light and Darkness Law, overlaid with faint spirals of Cutting sigils—each one bleeding into the next like ink in water.

Then he came down.

Not a leap.

A plunge.

He spun in a controlled spiral, blade held like a lance downward, his form a comet streaking through the darkness.

As he struck—

The blade connected with Vel-Skar's exposed core.

The impact didn't just break bone.

It annihilated the space around it.

The Cutting Law tore through the bone cage as if it were paper, severing the interwoven curses holding the form together.

The Darkness Law surged inward, erasing the corrupted energy from within, unraveling it into entropy.

The Light Law surged outward, searing through every remnant of corruption clinging to the surroundings, cleansing even the air.

The chamber detonated into an inverted starburst—silent, for one long second, as if the universe held its breath.

Then came the roar.

When the haze cleared, there was no more Vel-Skar. Only the splintered fragments of bone, the dissipating mist of corruption, and the faint twitching of what was once its core—now broken and hollow.

The dome itself groaned, the Womb shivering in its foundation as the corruption infecting its walls dissolved into inert ash.

And at the center of it all stood Black Tide, one knee to the ground, sword buried deep in the stone, his chest rising and falling beneath torn layers of his dark armor. His crown flickered above him, dimmed, but not broken.

He stood.

Victorious.

Valeris let out a long breath. "That… was something."

Asher smirked slightly. "Told you. He's stronger than you."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," she replied.

Black Tide bowed his head. "The threat is purged, my lord."

Asher stepped forward, eyes narrowed at the faint glimmer left behind in the boss's corpse. "And now… let's see what this one left behind."

Asher stepped over the ruined remnants of Vel-Skar's shattered core, the scorched earth still steaming beneath his boots. Shadows flickered around him as Eclipse Dominion slowly faded, the laws of the chamber returning to their natural, if still slightly tainted, balance.

Among the remains, nestled within a swirling puddle of evaporating corruption, something glimmered—six shards, pulsing faintly with malevolent resonance.

Valeris approached from behind, her hand already glowing with a Law-dispersing glyph. With a sweep of her palm, she cleared away the residual Corruption aura, revealing the treasure fully.

Six crystals.

Four glowed with the sickly red-green hue of Corruption Law, their surface veined like diseased amber. The other two were smaller, nearly translucent, yet radiated an eerie dual-light—a cold azure darkness flickering within them. These were Darkness Law crystals, the rarest form: pure pulses of concentrated Law, direct fragments of the Law's deeper will.

Valeris knelt beside them. "Vel-Skar really was infused with ancient corruption. These are… potent."

She reached out and lifted one of the Corruption crystals, turning it in her fingers. It pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat—then pulsed faster, as if recognizing her resistance to its call. She narrowed her eyes and slipped it into her spatial ring.

"Four of Corruption," Asher murmured, collecting the rest. "And two of Darkness."

Valeris straightened, brushing off her hands. "You plan to absorb them now?"

"Yep," Asher said with a half-smirk, reaching for the crystals. "With these four, my Corruption Law should rise to seven percent."

He held out his hand, and Valeris, after a brief pause, placed the four pulsing Corruption crystals into his palm. The sickly light from the shards cast flickering shadows across his face—green, red, and slick with malice, as if the Law itself tried to crawl into his veins.

He didn't flinch.

Asher sat cross-legged on the scorched stone, placing the four crystals before him in a ring. Closing his eyes, he began to channel his soulforce in measured pulses. A black-red aura began to form around him, thin as smoke at first, then thickening like congealed mist. The crystals responded, vibrating as if drawn into a ritual rhythm.

One by one, they shattered—each releasing a bloom of essence that spiraled into his core.

Valeris stood guard beside him, arms crossed, one eye on the ritual and the other on the remains of the chamber. She could feel the shift—the air growing heavy with entropy, as if the womb itself recoiled from the presence of a growing Corruption-wielder.

Inside his own awareness, Asher saw it clearly.

The Law was deeper now.

Where once it had been a rotting tide, a decaying fog, now it showed more shape: pillars of thoughtless hunger, spirals of desire that corrupted not for destruction, but for twisting. Corruption wasn't mere decay—it was change without anchor, evolution without control.

His understanding deepened.

Not just what Corruption was, but how to use it.

To twist enemy Laws mid-combat.

To infect spatial rifts, turning teleportation into poison.

To rot weapons and energy constructs from within.

To convert defensive formations into degrading traps.

{ A/N : Just an single big chap today as my hands aching }

{ Do comment, some new moves fro Asher based on his Corruption Law}