I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 46: The Sovereign’s Blade

The command tent was pitched in the exact center of the ruined fortress courtyard.

Lucifer stood alone at the table.

He opened his Dimensional Vault. The dark spatial rift tore open the air in front of him.

He reached in and pulled out the small, intricately carved wooden box. He set it gently on the wooden table. It was the Sovereign’s Casket, the legendary loot dropped by the vaporized Avatar of Malakor.

The box pulsed with ancient, unaligned magic. A complex golden lock secured the lid. There was no keyhole.

[System Warning: Item Locked by Fate.]

[Requirement: Nullify the localized probability matrix to open.]

In his past life, items locked by Fate were considered cursed. They required specific, nearly impossible conditions to open, like the blood of a specific royal bloodline or a spell cast during a solar eclipse.

Most adventurers threw them away or sold them to clueless nobles.

Lucifer was not a standard adventurer.

He didn’t need to follow the system’s rules. He could just bend the laws of the world around the object until the lock broke.

Lucifer raised his right hand. He hovered his iron gauntlet directly over the golden lock.

His dark, swirling eyes narrowed. He focused a tiny, powerful pulse of Void magic into his fingertips.

He used the Void to isolate the space around the lock mechanism, effectively separating it from the normal flow of time and probability.

He created a vacuum where "Fate" did not exist.

The golden lock clicked. The gears inside spun and unlocked.

The lid popped open.

Lucifer lowered his hand. He looked inside the Sovereign’s Casket.

Resting on a bed of dark crimson velvet was a single, unadorned weapon. It was a short, straight blade, roughly two feet long.

The metal wasn’t steel, iron, or Star-Metal. It was made from a clear, shimmering material that looked like frozen starlight. There was no crossguard. The hilt was wrapped in plain, dark leather.

It looked incredibly fragile, like a ceremonial dagger meant for a glass display case.

Lucifer reached into the box. He wrapped his armored fingers around the leather hilt.

The moment he touched the weapon, a shockwave of pure, authoritative magic erupted from the blade, establishing a direct, undeniable link to his soul.

[Item Discovered: Blade of the Sovereign’s Duel]

[Tier: Ancient Law-Weapon]

[Status: Bound to Lucifer of Obsidian.]

Lucifer lifted the blade. It was weightless. The translucent metal hummed with a low, vibrating frequency that made the air around it shimmer.

A massive blue interface materialized in front of him, detailing the weapon’s true nature.

[Weapon Effect: Enforces absolute, isolated combat.]

[Usage: Striking an entity with this blade while stating a verbal challenge initiates a Sovereign’s Duel.] 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

[Duel Conditions:]

[- Target and Wielder are instantly transported to an isolated, impenetrable pocket dimension.]

[- All external interference, buffs, debuffs, and environmental hazards are completely nullified.]

[- The dimension only dissolves when one combatant is eliminated or yields.]

[- The victor permanently absorbs 10% of the loser’s base Stats (Fate).]

Lucifer read the final line twice.

His eyes flared with sudden, intense realization.

He had hit the mortal level cap of 50. His base stats could no longer increase through standard combat or experience points.

He was physically bottlenecked by the system’s architecture.

But this blade completely bypassed the leveling system. It did not grant experience; it stole raw, foundational power directly from the loser’s soul.

It literally fed on their "Fate." If he challenged a powerful enemy, a beast, a corrupt noble, or a rival warlord and killed them in that pocket space, he could break his own limits.

It was not a weapon. It was an executioner’s scalpel designed for infinite growth.

"Lucifer," Elara’s voice cut through his thoughts.

The Fallen Valkyrie stepped into the command tent. She looked at the shimmering, translucent blade in his hand. She immediately recognized the immense, ancient pressure radiating from the weapon.

"That is a Law-Weapon," Elara stated, her golden eyes wide. "The gods forged those during the First Convergence to settle disputes without destroying continents. Where did you get that?"

"The Avatar dropped it," Lucifer answered smoothly.

He slashed the Blade of the Sovereign’s Duel through the air. It left a faint, sparkling trail of white light that lingered for a few seconds before fading. It was perfectly balanced.

"It allows me to pull a target into an isolated arena," Lucifer explained. He sheathed the blade in a customized slot on his dark leather belt, right next to the Carnage Core.

"No armies. No interference. Just a one-on-one execution. And the winner takes a fraction of the loser’s raw power."

Elara’s breath hitched.

"You are Level 50," Elara said. "You cannot level up. But with that blade, you can continue to stack stats infinitely.

You can build the physical strength of a god while remaining in a mortal shell."

"Exactly," Lucifer said. A cold, absolute Warlord’s smile touched his lips. "The system tried to put a ceiling on me. I just found a sledgehammer."

He turned away from the table.

"The Scourgelands are clear. The Lich is dead. The loot is secured," Lucifer announced. He looked at Sarah, who was slowly opening her eyes in the corner of the tent.

"Oracle. Are you rested?"

Sarah stood up. She leaned on her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment, but the exhaustion was fading from her pale face. The ambient starlight in the tent gathered around her, restoring her mana.

"I am ready, Commander," Sarah said softly.

"Good," Lucifer replied. He walked toward the tent flap. "We have one more piece of loot to decode before we move the army. Bring the Star-Chart."

Elara and Sarah followed Lucifer out of the command tent.

The evening sky over the Scourgelands was finally clear. Millions of bright, brilliant stars dotted the dark expanse. Without the necrotic fog to block the light, the heavens looked incredibly close.

Lucifer walked to the center of the obsidian courtyard. The Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered silently on the perimeter, their blue visors cutting through the dark. The Awakened mercenaries were sleeping by their campfires.

Lucifer opened his Dimensional Vault.

He pulled out the three heavy pieces of the Shattered Star-Chart. He laid them flat on the cracked stone pavement, fitting the jagged edges together like a puzzle.

The moment the three pieces touched, a blinding flash of silver light erupted from the stone.

The cracks fused together instantly. The heavy stone tablet became a single, seamless slab.

The intricate, three-dimensional star map carved into its surface began to glow with a pulsing, rhythmic energy.

[System: Mythic Relic Restored.]

[Item: The Celestial Chart of Zephyria.]

[Status: Active.]

"It is beautiful," Sarah whispered. She stepped closer to the glowing tablet.

Her eyes locked onto the silver lines. To a normal human, it was just a confusing mess of intersecting magical circuits.

To a Star-Touched Oracle, it was a perfectly clear set of navigational coordinates.

She knelt beside the tablet. She did not touch the stone. She simply let her sight synchronize with the ancient magic.

"It is not a map of the ground," Sarah explained, her voice carrying a resonant tone. "It is a map of the sky.

It charts the leylines in the upper atmosphere. The Precursor civilization used these paths to move their massive floating cities."

"Zephyria," Lucifer said. He crossed his arms over his dark armor. "The Floating Sky-Fortress. Can you track its current location?"

Sarah closed her eyes. The violet orb at the top of her scepter flared.

She channeled her mana into the tablet. The silver lines on the stone shifted, rearranging themselves into a new configuration.

A single, bright blue dot appeared near the top edge of the map, pulsing rapidly.

"I have it," Sarah said, opening her eyes. She pointed her pale finger at the blue dot. "It is anchored. It is not moving. But it is not in the sky right now."

Lucifer frowned. "Where is it?"

"It’s buried," Sarah said. She traced the silver line connecting the blue dot to a jagged mountain range at the edge of the map.

"It’s locked deep inside a glacier, far to the north, in a place the old maps call the Cryo-Sanctum."

Elara stepped forward. The Fallen Valkyrie looked at the coordinates.

"The Cryo-Sanctum," Elara repeated. Her eyes narrowed. "I know of that place. It is a dead kingdom. The temperature drops so fast it freezes magic mid-cast.

It is guarded by massive, ancient beasts that sleep in the ice. No human army has ever survived the march."

"Good," Lucifer stated calmly.

Elara looked at him, confused. "Good?"

"If it is a frozen hellscape, then the King’s armies won’t follow us there," Lucifer explained. He picked up the restored Star-Chart and stored it back in his Dimensional Vault.

"The capital is going to panic when they realize the Scourgelands are clear. They will send their legions to claim this territory."

He turned to his commanders.

"We are moving the base of operations," Lucifer announced. "We are going to take the Citadel of Obsidian and put it in the sky.

To do that, we need the Precursor flight engines locked inside Zephyria. We march for the Northern Glaciers."

Sarah gripped her scepter. "The cold in the Cryo-Sanctum is absolute, Lucifer. Mortal mercenaries will freeze to death in hours. Even the healing potions will shatter in their flasks."

"I know," Lucifer said. "The mercenaries are not coming with us."

He looked toward the massive encampment of sleeping Awakened fighters. They had served their purpose.

They had cleared the low-level undead, secured the perimeter, and fed his Carnage Core with their Fate Energy tax.

He did not need ten thousand fragile humans for a high-tier dungeon raid.

"Lady Scarlett," Lucifer called out through his comms rune.

A moment later, the scarred mercenary captain jogged across the courtyard. She looked exhausted, but she snapped a crisp salute when she reached him.

"Commander," Scarlett said. "Orders?"

"Break camp at dawn," Lucifer instructed. "Take the ten thousand Awakened mercenaries. You are returning to the capital. Your contract is fulfilled."

Scarlett blinked in surprise. "Returning to the capital? We just cleared the zone. The men are ready to push deeper into the enemy territories."

"The enemy is dead," Lucifer corrected her. "You have your gold. You have your loot. Take the men back to the Sanctum of Solaris and spend it."

Scarlett frowned. She was a veteran. She knew when a commander was cutting loose his dead weight.

"And what about you?" Scarlett asked bluntly. "Where is the Warlord of Obsidian taking his metal horses and his angels?"

"I am going far north," Lucifer replied. He did not elaborate. "You have your orders, Captain. Enjoy the gold."

Scarlett stared at him for a long moment. She didn’t argue. She knew better than to question a man who could vaporize a mountain.

She slammed her fist against her breastplate one last time, turned, and walked back to her camp to spread the word.

Lucifer turned his attention back to Elara and Sarah.

"We leave at first light," Lucifer commanded. His eyes looked toward the dark, jagged peaks on the northern horizon.

"The Dragoons and the Arch-Seraphs will handle the ice. We are going to wake up the frozen kingdom."