Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher-Chapter 199: The Plan To Destroy The World

Eira tilted her head, her chibi hologram flickering slightly.

"God realm...?"

She blinked. "What’s that...? I don’t have any memories of it."

Eirenyssa looked at her, expression turning serious for the first time since arriving.

"That’s normal," she said quietly. "Even I only learned about it recently."

Zane leaned back against the table, arms folded, eyes calm but attentive.

"Tell me everything," he said. "It’s been a while since I sent you to Everion."

Eirenyssa straightened at once.

"Two months, three days, two hours, fourteen minutes, and—" she paused, frowning slightly, "—three... no, four seconds. That’s how much time passed in Orimund, my lord."

Eira’s nodded.

"That’s right...but..."

Eirenyssa also nodded.

"But in Everion, it was barely ten minutes."

The room fell silent.

Time dilation..

Zane’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his tone remained casual.

"Go on."

Eirenyssa took a breath.

(Flashback — Starts)

Vast landscapes stretched beyond imagination.

Floating islands drifted lazily through skies of liquid light, their undersides trailing rivers of glowing mana that fell upward instead of down. Below them, seas of swirling brilliance moved like living waves, humming softly as refracted colors danced across crystalline forests. Every tree shimmered as if starlight had been woven into glass, branches chiming faintly with each shift of mana.

Mountains rose and dissolved in the distance, their mirrored surfaces reflecting visions of places both real and impossible. Deep within hidden valleys, enormous mana vortexes spun endlessly, devouring and reshaping the flow of the realm itself.

This was Everion.

A realm where beauty and danger were inseparable.

Where existence pulsed in harmony with raw, untamed magic.

The sky folded.

Space itself bent, and a ripple tore through the air.

From that distortion, Eirenyssa stepped out.

"I’m here...!"

She didn’t waste a single moment. Her figure flashed forward, streaking across the luminous sky toward a towering palace suspended among the floating lands.

The Palace of Sylas.

She descended and landed smoothly upon its radiant platform. Almost instantly, a tall, composed butler approached, bowing politely.

"Welcome, Miss Eirenyssa."

Her eyes swept the surroundings before snapping back to him.

"Where is Lord Sylas?"

The butler straightened.

"My apologies, miss. Lord Sylas has departed for a meeting... with the gods of the God Realm."

Eirenyssa froze.

"...The God Realm?"

The butler blinked in mild surprise.

"Oh. Miss Eirenyssa ascended only three years ago."

He nodded to himself.

"Then your knowledge would indeed be incomplete."

He folded his hands behind his back, tone calm and informative.

"Everion is not the only realm one may reach after ascending beyond the mortal level. There exist many other higher realms—each formed by different groups of ascended beings."

He paused briefly before continuing. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"The God Realm is one such realm. One of the oldest."

Eirenyssa listened intently.

"Some divine beings ascended far earlier than you and me , Miss Eirenyssa," the butler went on. "So early, in fact, that they became leaders among ascended beings."

"There is a story," he added thoughtfully.

"That those who ascended gained immense power and immortality... and in time, some began to see themselves as gods."

"And thus," he concluded, "the God Realm was born."

"But that," he said with a small shrug, "is only a story."

Eirenyssa’s eyes widened slightly.

"Then... why have people from the God Realm come here?"

The butler shook his head.

"That, I do not know."

He gestured toward the horizon, where the divine mana currents grew violent and distant.

"I only know that the meeting is taking place at the farthest end of Everion. You may reach it using the teleport gate."

She nodded, already turning away.

Just as she prepared to take flight, the butler spoke again—his voice lower this time.

"Miss Eirenyssa... please be careful."

She paused mid-step.

"Mister Tyron will also be attending the meeting."

Her expression darkened instantly.

"Ugh... that guy," she muttered.

"He always annoys me."

She clicked her tongue in irritation.

"And he’s so lecherous."

Her gaze hardened as she lifted into the air.

"I still don’t understand how someone like him became a divine being."

Eirenyssa didn’t hesitate.

Teleportation gates were scattered across Everion—anchored to every important location. The realm was vast beyond reason; even divine beings could spend days flying if they relied only on speed. And not all ascended wished to burn their power on long-range teleportation.

She stepped into the gate.

Light folded.

Space inverted.

When the world stabilized again, a colossal palace stood before her.

Its presence alone pressed against her senses. Power—ancient, refined, overwhelming.

Eirenyssa steadied herself.

Strong... she thought.

But still nothing compared to my lord Zane... or his clone, Zayne... who even defeated the original me.

She descended slowly.

The guards stationed at the palace gates were powerful—strong enough that she would normally treat them cautiously. Still, she straightened and spoke clearly.

"I am a servant of Lord Sylas."

The guards exchanged glances. After a brief pause, they stepped aside.

She moved quickly through the halls, mana suppressed, intent sharp.

Near the meeting chamber, she stopped short.

A servant was cleaning the corridor.

"The meeting just ended, miss," he said politely.

Eirenyssa frowned.

"What about Lord Sylas?"

"He has already returned," the servant replied.

She nodded slowly and turned—

Then froze.

Tyron.

He was leaving through a side passage.

Eirenyssa immediately hid her presence, pulling her divine mana so low it was nearly nonexistent.

Sylas outranks Tyron, she thought.

They’re the same rank as me... so why is he still here if the meeting ended?

Suspicion prickled.

She followed him silently.

Tyron stopped before a black door—one that swallowed light rather than reflected it. He passed through.

Eirenyssa hesitated only a second... then followed.

The moment she crossed the threshold, an overwhelming pressure crashed down on her.

Divine power.

So dense it made her feel like an ant standing beneath a mountain.

She fully suppressed her aura, even her breathing, and hid.

Inside, she saw it.

Tyron was kneeling.

Before him stood a hooded figure radiating terrifying authority. Around them were five more hooded beings—each emanating power far beyond ordinary divinity.

And beside them—

A man she recognized.

A high minister from the Everion royal palace.

Her heart pounded as she listened.

The minister spoke calmly, decisively.

"The plan will proceed as arranged. The people of Everion will never agree to the destruction of the mortal realm, Orimund."

He paused.

"But we all know the truth. The Abyssal seal has weakened. You sensed it. If it breaks completely, the same war will repeat."

His voice hardened.

"And this time—we will lose."

Silence followed.

"So Orimund must be destroyed," the minister continued. "Along with the gateway. That way, the Abyssals will be trapped in the Abyss forever."

"As for the mortals..."

He waved a hand dismissively.

"We can relocate some to other planets. Mortals repopulate quickly."

Eirenyssa’s blood ran cold.

Then the strongest figure spoke—the one Tyron knelt before.

"The plan will go as planned."

A pause.

"...But it seems a little insect is listening."

His finger lifted.

Pointed at the wall.

The world exploded.

The wall shattered in a violent blast, divine force tearing through stone and space alike.

Eirenyssa was thrown forward, her body ripped apart by the shockwave. Pain tore through her as her left arm was shredded, blood spraying across the floor.

So strong... she thought dimly.

"EIRENYSSA!" Tyron shouted.

The minister’s voice cut through the chaos.

"Sylas’s pet. If she tells him... everything ends."

He turned coldly.

"Get her."

Eirenyssa didn’t hesitate.

She forced her battered body to move, pouring everything into speed. She burst through the wreckage, fleeing with all the strength she had left—

Flying as fast as she possibly could.

(Flashback Ends)

Eirenyssa exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders finally easing—just a little.

"...And that’s what happened," she said quietly.

"I flew as fast as I could. At first, I wanted to return to Sylas’s palace and tell him about the plans —to keep my act as his servant."

Her fingers clenched.

"But they anticipated that. Guards were already stationed there, waiting for me."

She lifted her eyes to Zane.

"So I changed my decision and came here instead. But two of them still noticed me... and Tyron followed soon after."

Silence filled the room.

"That’s the whole story."

Zane hummed softly, one hand resting against his chin. A faint smile curved his lips—not gentle, not kind.

"Hm," he said.

"That’s quite interesting."

His purple eyes glinted, something dangerous stirring beneath the calm.

"Seems like I’m about to have some fun."