Sign In To The Body Of Chaos At The Start-Chapter 95: The Unblinking God!

Once Damon arrived at the door to the 40th floor boss trial, he pushed open the door, but it didn’t open.

It peeled.

As if the very fabric of the tower resented what lay beyond, the entrance unfurled like burnt skin, exposing a circular chasm bathed in colorless light.

Damon stepped forward without hesitation, and as soon as his boots crossed the threshold, the door behind him slammed shut, leaving him absolutely no way back.

"Figures." He muttered to himself, trying to keep the mood light as he stepped into the room, feeling the air that was thick with not just pressure, but meaning.

Every breath tasted like secrets. His lungs struggled to decide if they were breathing or dreaming. This place... wasn’t built for mortals.

Not even gods.

The space around him shifted, subtle at first. The ground folded. The horizon coiled. There was no ceiling. No floor. No axis.

He was walking into a wound in reality. It was like he was in between everything and nothing. Reality itself was damaged in the space he was in.

Damon knew the abyss was powerful, but this sight still shocked him, even the Codex of Judgement that was beside him trembled for the first few seconds.

But then, it stopped trembling, and went completely still for the first time ever, which caused Damon to tense up, immediately manifesting BloodReaper in his hand with a hiss of shadow.

"Whatever you are..." Damon murmured, voice echoing across the endlessness, "I know you’re watching."

Silence. Then the world blinked. There was no sound, no nothing, but simultaneously, everything changed.

Where there had been silence, came vision. A shape. A concept. A monster that defied understanding.

The Boss of Floor 40 did not walk out.

It simply was. It did not have limbs. It did not breathe. It did not stand. It existed, and that was enough.

A towering form of raw, compressed thought. Countless eyes, all locked into a single stare, spiraled into a writhing mass that hovered above an altar made of reversed gravity.

Flesh made of fractals. Wings of languages no one had ever spoken. Its presence cracked the walls of the tower, twisting them into inverted echoes.

Every eye blinked once.

Damon’s thoughts screamed.

His memories fractured like glass hit with a hammer. He saw his mother’s face—but it was the wrong one. Artemis laughing, but it wasn’t his Artemis. Each blink of the creature rewrote his memories, tried to replace his reality.

[ Eyes of Oblivion ]

Damon’s own eyes blazed black and violet, space and time unraveling around him. He anchored himself in absolute truth. He remembered who he was, and cut the falsehoods free.

The monster tilted.

A single, anti-sound boomed from its core.

Damon’s feet slid backwards, dragged by an invisible tide of thought pressure. He planted his scythe into the ground.

He groaned and grunted, slashing at his legs but it didn’t cut anything. It wasn’t like an invisible tentacle or anything, the monster had simply willed him back, and he was dragged back.

~SCRATCH~SCRATCH~SCRATCH!~

Damon dug BloodReaper as deep as he could into the ground to stabilize himself.

[ Elemental Shift: Earth – Soul Anchor Formation ]

Runes of molten stone erupted beneath him, anchoring his spirit. The gravity reversed again, but he held steady, the Formation he concocted anchoring him to the spot where he stood, allowing him to finally loo around once more.

He couldn’t really ’sense’ the creature, yet he could infer it. He could tell it had moved, but not where it was. The creature didn’t attack at all, but it was observing.

Then its thousand mouths opened and it spoke.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝."

As soon as it finished speaking, Damon felt like the reality around him was fading rapidly. Time itself fracturing.

A wave of compressed paradoxes launched toward Damon, each one a riddle made of shadow, fire, sorrow, and soul force.

He answered the only way he knew how.

[ Primordial Chaos Step ]

Space shattered around him as he phased between instances, dodging attacks launched in the past, present, and future. The paradoxes slammed into the tower walls and screamed as they were unmade.

[ Infernal Gale – Flame Spiral Execution ]

Damon twirled, drawing a sigil mid-air with BloodReaper. Fire and wind burst from the tip of his blade, spiraling outward like a cyclone of judgment.

The flames were not red. They were white, the color of burning shame. He had been constantly improving his flame manipulation, and was now able to change the meaning of his fire.

The tornado engulfed three of the creature’s eyes. They burst like stars, and for a second, the thing recoiled.

Then came retaliation.

A sphere of black wind formed in the center of the being, drawing everything into it. A gravity singularity, fused with spectral voices.

Damon surged forward instead of away.

[ Void Drifter’s Leap ]

He shot directly through the pull, slicing the orb in two with a space-cutting arc. A chain of purple lightning followed, drawn from the Codex.

[ Chain of Final Sin – Wrath Binding ]

The golden-purple lightning chain cracked through the monster’s form, latching onto it, and tightening.

The monster’s eyes blinked and its tentacles twisted, causing the monster to scream out.

However, the scream it let out was not a sound. It was more like a story, or a declaration.

"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞."

The scream tore through Damon’s left side, cracking three ribs and nearly shattering his armor. He spat blood—but didn’t stop.

[ Saint Grade WarMonger Technique – Hollow Rhythm Pulse ]

His wounds pulsed with energy, and his strikes became faster, feeding off his own injuries. He ducked a tendril of folded geometry, slid beneath a rip in space, and slammed a flaming foot into one of the being’s pillars.

It cracked.

[ Lance of Inversion – Heaven Breaker ]

Damon summoned a construct of pure Earth and Fire Aether—a massive spear forged in the pressure of a collapsing plane. He threw it straight up into the core of the creature.

The impact knocked half its mass into an alternate dimension, where it briefly aged, died, and returned.

But the monster wasn’t dead. It grew again. Its form collapsed and rebuilt, and now it hovered inches from Damon’s chest.

Its center eye opened.

Within it: Artemis.

Bound. Smiling. Crying.

Damon’s knees nearly buckled.

"No..."

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫."

Damon’s heartbeat slowed. He looked the image in the eye.

"She’s the light that even shadows can’t reach."

[ Soulfire Ascension – Halo of Elemental Judgment ]

All five elements erupted from his body. Fire swirled in spirals of white and gold. Wind screamed with celestial tongues. Earth hardened into jagged pillars. Water, drawn from memory, cascaded in divine rings. Space bent. Shadow cloaked him like wings of night.

He activated his final combination:

[ World Ender’s Prayer – Elemental Cataclysm Spiral ]

Damon hurled his scythe upward, it multiplied into five. One per element. Each copy spun in a different arc.

Wind scythe carved air into knives.

Flame scythe incinerated time.

Earth scythe struck the boss’s base, sending quakes into alternate realities. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Shadow scythe pierced through its outer mass, unraveling its thoughts.

Space scythe cleaved the Eye itself.

Once it struck, an earthquake rocked the entire floor, the beast screamed out painfully for the first real time, as its body folded inward

The entire room, no, the entire floor, collapsed into a spiral of entropy. But Damon didn’t fall. The Codex of Judgment released its last technique:

[ Final Verdict – Aetherial Annihilation ]

The Codex exploded into a thousand golden pages, each inscribed with laws of purity, justice, memory, and wrath.

They embedded themselves into the creature. It stopped screaming. It stopped moving and then, finally

It shattered.

Not into light, but into possibility. The creature’s death echoed across timelines, sealing a ripple in the fabric of the tower itself.

And Damon?

He stood alone, panting, half-cracked armor clinging to him, body smoldering, golden fire licking his shoulders.

The path ahead opened, but Damon didn’t smile at all, just continued forward.

***

Meanwhile, back in the Normal Realm!

The observatory was quiet.

High above the veil of the mortal realm, within a celestial domain where laws bent to divine will, a silver room floated in the aether.

Time here passed differently. Stars blinked in slow rhythms beyond the glassless walls, and galaxies curved like spirals of ink across the horizon.

Inside, Talia stood before a floating orb, its surface alive with shifting glimpses of the Tower and the chaos that writhed within.

She had been silent for a long time.

Not meditating. Not calculating.

Simply... watching.

Across from her, Sapphire lounged in a crescent-shaped seat, her ocean-blue hair cascading over one shoulder like a living waterfall.

She sipped from a delicate cup of spirit nectar, the soft hum of protective wards around her ensuring she stayed calm. Or at least as calm as a mother could be when her son was battling nightmares pulled from reality’s splintered roots.

Beside her stood Malik, tall, broad-shouldered, and solemn, his arms folded. His eyes were locked on the same orb, unblinking.

"So," Sapphire finally said, breaking the stillness, "how many more trials are left?"

Talia didn’t answer right away.

She tilted her head.

Brows furrowed.

"...That’s strange."

Malik stepped closer. "What is?"

"The Unblinking God," Talia whispered. "Damon just defeated it."

Silence.

The weight of those words didn’t hit immediately.

But when they did, Sapphire straightened in her seat, lowering her cup with care. "...He what?"

Talia turned to her, slow and measured, but the shimmer of awe behind her violet eyes was unmistakable.

"I said he defeated it. Completely. Shattered the metaphysical core. It’s... gone."

The room vibrated, ever so slightly.

Malik didn’t speak. Not at first.

Sapphire let out a long, shaky breath, the shock on her face clear, "I didn’t expect him to make it that far. That thing... Talia, you said it was born before languages were named. That it couldn’t be slain. That it was a concept."

"It was," Talia said, almost reverently, "Until Damon gave it meaning, and then destroyed it."

"How?" Sapphire asked, almost a whisper. "Not even we..."

Talia smiled faintly, "He forged his own meaning of fire. Wove all five elements into his soul. Anchored his identity when even gods would have forgotten their names. The Codex didn’t protect him. It obeyed him."

Malik, silent all this time, finally spoke. His voice was low but strong, echoing softly through the chamber.

"He had to make it that far."

Talia and Sapphire turned toward him.

Malik’s gaze remained locked on the orb, watching as Damon walked toward the gateway to the 41st floor.

His battered body, torn armor, and burning aura looked small against the scale of what he had just overcome, but the determination in his stride made the stars themselves seem to step aside.

"He needs to go even further than that," Malik said firmly. "If he wants to help us end the Abyss once and for all."

Sapphire closed her eyes. "You still believe we’ll find its source?"

Malik didn’t answer immediately. But his jaw set.

And when he finally spoke again, it was like prophecy:

"He’s the only one who can."

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