Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 823

Compared to many malevolent gods, most of this world’s true gods were... tolerable.

They maintained order.

They upheld stability.

They protected ordinary people.

Yes, much of it was done to preserve their own anchors, but results were results.

Because of that, Rowan had no intention of exterminating them outright.

Reducing them to lesser states was enough.

Then it happened.

Four divine realms collapsed simultaneously.

Added to the earlier destruction of the God of War’s realm, the ancient barrier left behind by the First Creator became riddled with holes.

The outer gods had been waiting for this moment.

They struck together.

The barrier shattered.

Above Earth, the sky disappeared.

Colossal silhouettes filled the void, each vast enough to dwarf continents.

The Mother of Depravity.

The Tree of Desire.

Primordial Hunger.

The Goddess of Fate.

The Ring of Destiny.

The Stellar Overlord.

The Indefinite Mist.

The Sovereign of Decay.

The Unending Murmur.

Each one stood at Old One level or higher.

Some were perilously close to pillar-tier existence.

To ordinary people, the heavens simply darkened.

They could not see details.

Only endless shadows.

Only suffocating pressure.

An instinctive certainty.

Death was near.

"Rowan, this is madness!"

The Goddess of Night’s face went pale.

Roselle and Lilith felt the same dread.

Rowan was strong.

But at most, he should have been comparable to an Old One.

Even a pillar might struggle against this many.

Unless Rowan had already devoured the Godless Path, fused the Celestial Worthy and God’s powers, and fully mastered both the Sea of Chaos and the Source Citadel.

But there was no time for that.

"Relax," Rowan said calmly.

"I wanted them to come."

He snapped his fingers.

A black hole opened in front of him.

It expanded instantly.

In a blink, everything vanished into it.

The Goddess of Night.

Roselle.

Lilith.

The four weakened true gods.

And every outer god rushing toward Earth.

All swallowed.

When vision returned, the gods found themselves inside an endless cosmos.

A universe unto itself.

"This is... another world?"

"A separate reality?"

Rowan’s voice echoed.

"My world."

"You can call it my divine realm if you like."

Countless law-forged chains erupted from the void.

They wrapped around the outer gods.

Sealed them.

Crushed them.

Now, Rowan no longer needed to hide.

Earlier, he had restrained himself so the outer gods would not flee into deep space.

Now they were all inside his multiverse.

A structure equivalent to nearly forty complete universes.

Even without attacking, escape was impossible.

The Goddess of Night and Roselle stared in disbelief.

The outer gods were struggling.

Struggling.

Against chains.

"Your ’divine realm’ is insane," Roselle muttered.

Rowan smiled.

"Let’s make it worse."

He invoked the Fool’s authority.

Images tore through history’s seams.

Figures stepped out.

Cosmic founders.

World creators.

Ancient architects.

Entities from countless universes.

Their presence alone warped reality.

They descended upon the trapped outer gods.

It became a massacre.

Even as projections, their strength approached eighty percent of their true selves.

Old Ones fell.

One after another.

Broken.

Sealed.

Silenced.

Only then did the Goddess of Night truly understand.

Rowan had never been fighting seriously.

"This... this is your real power."

The former true gods exchanged glances.

Their expressions were obedient.

Hollow.

Resistance no longer existed.

The gap between them and Rowan was greater than that between mortals and gods.

Rowan collected the unique authorities and high-tier essences stripped from the outer gods.

Then he returned everyone to Earth.

He immediately swallowed the five omnipotent-path authorities.

Inside his mind, God’s will tried to awaken.

Rowan crushed it with a single strike.

Then he devoured all the outer gods’ authorities and essences as well.

He was not slowing down.

He needed this world’s power.

All of it.

This single universe carried energy equivalent to more than twenty ordinary multiverses.

Even for Rowan, fully absorbing it would take time.

But once he possessed nearly every unique authority, every high-tier essence, and all the primordial materials...

Only days would be needed to merge this entire world into his own multiverse.

As he finished absorbing the outer gods’ power, something far more ancient stirred.

The First Will.

The origin of everything.

It awakened inside him.

Rowan responded with violence.

A hundred mental strikes.

The First Will shattered.

Gone.

Forever. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

From this moment on, there would be no more resurrections of God, the Celestial Worthy, or the First Creator.

Their power now belonged solely to Rowan.

"Time to collect the primordial materials."

Rowan exhaled.

The fog covering the Western Continent dispersed under a single breath.

A lost land returned to reality.

"Clever," Rowan muttered.

"The Celestial Worthy really did hide things well."

But hiding meant nothing anymore.

Rowan’s awareness swept across the Western Continent.

Every location.

Every cache.

Every sealed fragment.

All revealed.