Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher-Chapter 215: God’s Suspicion

Under the radiant glow, every god became fully visible.

Their thrones no longer hid in shadow. Authority pressed down from all directions, the chamber alive with divine presence.

Zane stood at the center, hands relaxed, posture casual.

"Why don’t we discuss," he continued, his smile thinning just a little,

"exactly why all of you should stay very, very far away from the mortal realm."

A calm, soothing voice answered him.

Thalira stepped forward slightly, her expression serene, almost regretful.

"Zane Creed," she said evenly, "you do not understand. The annihilation of Orimund was necessary. If Orimund is not destroyed, the aftermath could harm the universe itself."

Zane tilted his head.

"And that’s because of..." he paused deliberately, then smirked,

"let me guess. The Abyssals?"

The moment the word left his mouth, the chamber stirred.

Whispers rippled among the gods.

Primordius’s eyes widened—first in shock, then burning with fury.

Thalira’s calm faltered, just slightly.

"...You know of the Abyssals?" she asked.

"Then you must also know of the Seal of the Abyss."

Her gaze sharpened.

"The seal is weakening. It should not have begun to fail for a very long time. Yet due to mortal interference, it is eroding far faster than intended."

Zane laughed softly.

"Huh."

He shook his head, amused.

"So the mighty god realm is scared of the Abyssals."

His eyes narrowed just a fraction.

"Looks like you only show authority to mortals. In front of someone even close to your level, you’re just a bunch of scared bitches."

The reaction was instant.

On one side of the chamber, temperature plummeted.

On the other, it surged violently.

Hundreds of razor-sharp ice crystals formed in the air around Zane and Eirenyssa’s necks, hovering a breath away from skin. Each crystal radiated thick, murderous intent.

Eirenyssa stiffened.

Even she felt it—pressure squeezing her chest, breath growing heavy. Compared to Zane’s presence it was nothing... but it was still overwhelming.

From Zane’s technowatch, Eira’s voice murmured quietly.

"...Boss, looks like you hit a sore spot."

The ice crystals drifted closer.

So close that the air itself froze, sharp enough to cut breath. Frost crept along invisible lines, converging around Zane and Eirenyssa’s necks—hundreds of razor-thin spears, each one humming with killing intent.

Glacira’s voice echoed through the chamber, cold and absolute.

"You are only breathing," she said evenly, white eyes fixed on Zane,

"because we still wish to understand what you are.

Otherwise, you would already be dead."

Eirenyssa’s body stiffened. Divine mana instinctively surged as she fought the suffocating pressure. It wasn’t overwhelming like Zane’s presence—but it was precise, merciless, and meant to remind her of the difference in power.

Zane, however—

He raised both hands, palms open.

Slowly.

Almost theatrically.

"Woah, woah," he said with a light laugh, fingers wiggling slightly.

"Easy there. No need to get stabby."

The ice did not stop.

It remained hovering, unmoving, perfectly controlled—awaiting a single command.

Zane didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

Thalira spoke next, her voice calm, measured, and probing.

"Zane Creed," she said, "why do you oppose the god realm?

What is your goal?"

Her gaze hardened.

"You killed four of the five lesser gods we sent. That alone demands explanation."

She paused.

"And it raises another question."

Her eyes lingered on him.

"What are you?"

"You are certainly not mortal."

Zane lowered his hands slowly, shrugging.

"Well, I’m just me," he replied casually.

"And yeah—you’re right. I’m not mortal."

He glanced briefly at Eirenyssa, then back to the ring of thrones.

"All I want is simple. Stay away from Orimund.

I’ve got plans of my own."

"That does not answer my question," Thalira said calmly.

"You speak neither of your origin nor your true intent."

Her tone sharpened.

"That makes you suspicious."

Then—

She tilted her head slightly.

"...Wait."

The word carried weight.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Are you," she asked slowly,

"related to the Abyssals?"

The chamber reacted instantly.

Murmurs rippled through the gods.

Whispers layered over whispers.

Primordius’s flames flared higher.

Sylphara’s winds twisted uneasily.

Drakon’s tail scraped against divine stone.

Thalira continued, a faint, deliberate smile forming.

"Other than divine beings," she said,

"only someone related to Abyssals can kill gods like this."

She spread her hands slightly.

"That would explain everything."

Suspicion bloomed fast.

Zane smiled.

He was not tensse or defensive.

Amused.

Heh.

So this is her angle.

His eyes flicked briefly toward Thalira.

I thought she’d be the reasonable one, he mused.

Turns out she’s just the smartest bitch in the room.

Abyssals, huh...

Nice seed to plant.

Zane’s smile didn’t fade.

Instead, it widened—just a little.

"You mean this...?" he said calmly.

Mass of grey null inside him shifted.

Not power bursting outward. Not pressure. Not aura dominance.

It was subtler—and far more wrong.

From within Zane’s body, a different mana stirred. It wasn’t holy. It wasn’t divine. It didn’t glow or radiate authority.

It rotted the air.

Blackish, corrupted mana seeped out, thick and viscous, crawling like oil through space itself. It carried a suffocating wrongness, as if reality instinctively rejected it. The light in the chamber dimmed, not because it vanished—but because it was being swallowed.

Abyssal mana.

The reaction was instant.

Eyes widened across the chamber.

Primordius’s flames flickered violently.

Glacira’s ice cracked, frost fracturing in jagged patterns.

Sylphara’s winds destabilized, losing rhythm.

Drakon’s beast instincts screamed danger.

Korvath’s forge-heated body stiffened.

Even Thalira froze.

Her pupils shrank.

"...So," she said slowly, disbelief bleeding into her voice,

"you are related to the Abyssals."

Eirenyssa’s breath caught.

Her eyes locked onto the dark mana surrounding Zane, disbelief and shock washing over her face. She had felt this kinds of power from her lord before—but even so..

It was still repulsive.

Zane glanced sideways.

"Eirenyssa," he said casually, as if nothing had changed,

"let’s go."

Before anyone could react, he grabbed her hand.

And ran.

Not teleported.

Not warped.

They ran—straight out of the Hall of Judgment.

The gods remained frozen for a heartbeat.

Then—

"We can’t let him escape!" Thalira snapped, composure shattering.

"It proves the point—Orimund must be destroyed!"

The chamber rippled.

All seven gods vanished.

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Outside the Hall of Judgment, divine chaos awaited.

Floating continents, golden skies, and towering structures were now crowded with divine soldiers and lesser gods. The moment Zane and Eirenyssa emerged, countless eyes locked onto them.

And then—

The seven gods appeared behind them.

Primordius stepped forward, flames roaring higher, his expression twisted into fury and grim satisfaction.

"Running is not an option for you, Abyssal," he snarled.

"You will die here."

Around them, divine presence surged.

More gods arrived—drawn the instant Zane had entered the Hall. Formation tightened. Encirclement completed.

Glacira’s voice cut through the tension, cold and absolute.

"There may be others like you," she said.

"After your death, the mortal realm will be erased as well."

Zane stopped.

Slowly, he turned.

His grip on Eirenyssa’s hand loosened, but he didn’t let go.

"Oh," he said lightly,

"I wasn’t running."

He looked around—at the gods, the soldiers, the sky filled with divine authority.

"I just wanted to step outside," he continued, purple eyes glinting,

"so everyone could watch."

A pause.

"...Watch you die."

Silence hit like a blade.

"I came here for this in the first place," Zane said, dark mana swelling, thickening, twisting space around him.

"I’m going to annihilate the god realm."

His abyssal mana surged outward, swallowing light, bending divine pressure until it screamed.

"With the very power you all hate."

Glacira’s ice sharpened.

"You will try," she said. "And you will fail."

Zane’s smile vanished.

His voice dropped—calm, flat, absolute.

"Let me make one thing clear."

"The Mortal Realm," he said,

"is not yours to play with."

The dark mana around him expanded.

And for the first time—

The god realm trembled.