Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 255: Epilogue: Toward the Apex

"Child of my cosmos," he said, "you have devoured much, and in doing so you weakened me. Yet I bear no hatred. For in your hunger I see the spark I once carried. You are the heir not of my throne, but of my will. I shall guard those you leave behind, not as duty, but as family. Go, and carry my legacy into the beyond."

He raised his hand, and the light of the gateway steadied, its turbulence calmed, its passage cleared. The multiverse itself bent in reverence to his gesture.

Igaris bowed slightly, not as a servant to a master, but as a warrior to an elder. "Then I entrust them to you. Guard them well, Origin King. For when I return, I will not be the same."

He turned to his family one last time. Celestara rushed forward, flinging herself into his arms. He lifted her high, her small frame trembling with sobs.

"Grow strong, my daughter," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Do not let sorrow chain you. Become worthy of the cosmos you inherit. And when I return, I expect to see you standing tall, with no need for my shadow."

Her tiny fists clenched. Through tears, she managed to whisper, "I will… I promise."

Igaris kissed her forehead and set her down gently.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped into the gateway.

Light swallowed him. His wives cried out, his children screamed his name, and the empire bowed as though to witness the birth of a god. The Origin King's gaze lingered upon the fading glow until it was gone.

Silence followed. Heavy, endless silence.

Celestara collapsed to her knees, her sobs echoing in the vast throne room. Shirley finally struck her zither, a mournful melody filling the air. Diva closed her eyes and pulled Celestara into her embrace, whispering comfort through dream. Evernight simply stood still, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. Rosella clenched her fists until blood dripped, her rage and grief mingling into fire.

The Origin King placed a hand upon the child's head. His voice, deep and kind, filled the chamber.

"Grieve not as though he is gone. Grieve as though he is distant. For his shadow will never vanish, and his path… his path is what allows yours to continue."

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The void beyond the Origin King's Multiverse was unlike anything Igaris Vance had ever seen. It was not darkness, nor light, but an endless shifting ocean of contradictions. Worlds were born and destroyed in the blink of an eye. Entire Multiverses collided like waves, merging, shattering, or being devoured. Time itself fractured into countless rivers, flowing in opposite directions, crossing and splitting without end.

Here, there was no foundation, no boundary, no law to anchor existence. It was raw chaos, the womb of infinity. And in that chaos, Igaris walked.

The Infinite Law Tree behind him spread far wider than any Multiverse could hold. Its roots pierced through annihilation, its branches spread into realms without definition. Entire universes hung from its boughs like fruit, glowing with the power he had consumed. His body radiated the majesty of a god-king, yet his eyes still carried the hunger that had never left him.

For eons, he devoured.

He tore through Multiversal Beings who once ruled unchallenged. Titans with bodies made of galaxies fell beneath his World Destroying Finger. Dragons whose scales were universes themselves roared and crumbled into ashes before his Godslayer Sword Style. He crushed Lords of Time, drained Rulers of Death, unraveled Singularity Beasts that consumed infinity. None could halt his advance.

With every conquest, his Inner Cosmos grew. Galaxies folded into him, universes spiraled beneath his feet. Multiverses themselves were dragged into his Infinite Tree, devoured, refined, absorbed until they became part of his dominion. He had become more than a Multiversal Overlord. He was something nameless, something that legends had no words to contain.

The eons blurred.

Civilizations rose in awe of him, only to vanish when his hunger called. His wives, his children, his empire—all were far behind, left safe under the Origin King's care. Yet he carried them in his heart. Each conquest, each devoured star, was for them. For the promise he had made to return as the Ultimate Being.

And still, he pressed forward.

Until one day…

As he strode through the shattered remains of a fallen Multiverse, his golden gaze caught something strange. A shadow. A flicker. A silhouette that should not exist in this endless chaos.

He froze.

The shadow stepped forward, coalescing into form. Tall, broad-shouldered, his face sharp with familiar pride. His aura radiated the unyielding sharpness of a blade that once cut through heavens.

Igaris's breath caught. His golden eyes trembled.

"Izroth."

The name fell from his lips like a forgotten prayer.

Izroth, his elder brother. The one who had vanished long ago, swallowed by mystery. He had searched for him once, in younger days, before the wars, before Skadi Empire's throne. And now, in this endless void beyond infinity, the brother he thought gone forever stood before him.

The shadow solidified further, Izroth's eyes gleaming with depth that rivaled eternity. His voice was steady, carrying the weight of countless trials.

"You have walked really far, little brother."

Igaris's fists clenched. "I thought you lost. Not even the multiverse carried your name anymore. Where have you been?"

Izroth's lips curved faintly, not quite a smile. "Where you now stand is only the surface. There are places beyond even this chaos. Realms hidden from creation itself. I walked there."

Before Igaris could answer, another brilliance blazed in the void. Golden radiance, so pure and resplendent it forced even Igaris's eyes to narrow. From that light strode another figure—his armor forged of eternal gold, his presence like a sun that could never set.

Gilgamesh.

The friend who had fought at his side in ages past, who had vanished like Izroth into the unknown. Now returned, unchanged, yet greater than ever.

"Gilgamesh," Igaris breathed, stunned.

The golden warrior laughed, his voice booming like rolling thunder. "Igaris, you've grown into a monster far beyond what I imagined. Even the Multiversal Lords whisper your name in terror. But you're not finished, are you? I can see it in your eyes—the hunger hasn't dimmed."

Igaris said nothing, his chest heavy with disbelief and a strange, long-forgotten warmth. His brother and his friend, standing together before him, after eons of silence.

Izroth's gaze pierced his. "You have consumed much. You have become more than what we once thought possible. But there is a place your hunger has not touched. A place even beyond the reach of multiverses."

Gilgamesh stepped forward, his golden armor blazing brighter. "The Source. The Beginning. The place of Primordial Extremities: KASMA."

The void itself trembled at those words, as if acknowledging their truth.

Igaris narrowed his eyes. "KASMA ?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Izroth nodded. "It is where all things began. Where even those Originators were born. It is not bound by infinity. It is beyond it. Every law, every concept, every dream and nightmare… all trace their root to that place. And now, it calls for you."

Gilgamesh's voice grew firm. "We are not here to stop you. We are here to guide you. The path cannot be found alone. The Source only opens for those chosen by its extremities. And you, Igaris… are needed there."

Igaris's aura flared, the Infinite Law Tree shaking behind him. Universes trembled within his body, echoing his doubt and hunger.

"Why me?" he asked, his voice low. "Why not you, brother? Why not you, Gilgamesh? You are not weaker than I."

Izroth's expression softened, his sharpness cloaked in brotherly weight. "Because you are the one who carries destruction and creation together. You are the one who consumes, not endures. The Source does not want patience. It does not want preservation. It seeks hunger. You are its answer."

Gilgamesh grinned, though there was no mockery in his smile. Only pride. "We've already walked the path that brought us here. But the next step… it was never ours to take. It was yours from the beginning."

For a long moment, Igaris was silent. His golden eyes swept the void, the countless scars of his conquest, the infinite echoes of universes devoured. His hunger stirred, restless. His soul burned, unfulfilled.

At last, he lifted his head.

"If the Source exists, if there is something beyond infinity… then I must see it. I must claim it. I will not stop until I reach the Apex."

Izroth's lips curved in the faintest smile. "Then follow us."

Gilgamesh raised his hand, and the void split open. Not like a gateway between universes, nor a tear between dimensions. This was deeper, stranger. A wound in reality that revealed nothingness beyond nothingness, light beyond light, shadow beyond shadow. The air itself screamed as the fracture widened, revealing a realm no language could describe.

Igaris's heart thundered. His Infinite Tree shook, as if instinctively recognizing its origin. The universes within him quivered like children before their progenitor.

The Source.

Izroth stepped to one side of the gateway. Gilgamesh stood at the other. Both looked at him, their gazes steady, unyielding.

"Beyond this lies the Beginning," Izroth said. "And perhaps the End."

"Beyond this," Gilgamesh added, "you will face not gods, not kings, not multiverses. You will face the extremities themselves. Are you ready, Overlord?"

Igaris closed his eyes. Images flashed through his mind. His wives, their tears the day he left. Celestara's desperate cry, clinging to him as if her hands could bind him to their world. The Origin King's calm gaze, entrusting him to destiny. The countless stars, worlds, and lives he had devoured to come this far.

When his eyes opened again, they blazed with unquenchable fire.

"I have never stopped being ready. From the day I swore to rise, until this very breath, I have lived for nothing else. If beyond infinity lies the Apex, then I will walk there. And if the Source itself resists me… I will devour it."

The void trembled. The fracture into the Source pulsed, widening, beckoning.

Izroth's hand rested briefly on his shoulder. "Then come, little brother. Let us walk together, until your hunger finds its true trial."

Gilgamesh laughed, stepping into the light. "Let the extremities see what it means to face the Overlord."

And Igaris followed.

The gateway closed behind them, sealing the chaos of infinity away. Ahead stretched a realm that no words could capture—a place that was not a place, where beginnings and endings intertwined, where extremities themselves slumbered.

The Source.

His new journey had begun.

Hs would not stop. Unitil he become the Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent.

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"Author's Note: Yes, The ending was hurried. But this book wasn't earning much. Anyway, thank you for reading and support."