The Max Level Hero Has Returned!-Chapter 985

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Davey and Perserque climbed up the tower, not seeing a single sign of life.

“Ugh... My whole body is aching.”

“I’ll give you a massage later.”

“No, thanks.”

Perserque firmly responded and chuckled.

“Odin is on the top floor. I tried breaking through the barrier surrounding her, but...”

Davey knew it probably wasn’t easy.

The only thing in sight was a gruesome field of corpses.

“Did you kill them all?”

“I don’t have such a twisted hobby.”

The brutally slain bodies all belonged to mages. If it wasn’t her, then that meant Loki was responsible. Given his state of mind, his actions were understandable, though far from justifiable.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Upon reaching the top floor, they saw Odin dancing alone at the center of a massive magic circle.

“Loki is definitely dead.”

Davey had witnessed his soul disintegrate before his very eyes. That meant there was no way he could still be alive. He had watched his fate disappear in the fleeting flow of fate. A mere human couldn’t have deceived the system of the world—it was something not even Goddess Freyja could trick.

In other words, Odin was rampaging on her own.

Crackle!

The magic circle she had summoned was being protected by some kind of barrier, while her expression remained utterly vacant.

Davey pondered the best way to wake a sleeping soul.

“Well. Guess I’ll just have to wake her up.”

This time, he was certain she wouldn’t run away.

The real question was how she—just a mere soul—was managing to remain manifested down there for so long. Why had her power spread so uncontrollably?

“Welp, might as well ask her myself.”

With that, Davey twisted the barrier she had created.

In that instant, her vacant eyes flickered to life, her head snapping up.

Particles of crystallized light converged around her in an instant, surging forward the moment Davey broke through the barrier.

With a single motion, he swept the crystals aside. However, he couldn’t possibly deflect each and every attack.

Boom!

Davey went flying backward, crashing through the air.

“Davey!!”

Perserque cried out in alarm.

“It’s nothing.”

Brushing the dust off himself, he rose to his feet, smirking back at Odin.

He then raised the black object in his hand and gave it a little shake.

“Well, then. Countdown starts now: Five minutes.”

For someone who had shut herself away from the world for so long, the moment her eyes truly opened, she would be overwhelmed by the surge of absolute truth that’d rush in.

It would take just five minutes.

Considering Davey himself had lasted barely thirty seconds, he figured five minutes was a fair estimate of her prowess. After all, when it came to magic, it was almost absolute that no one could surpass her.

After all, she had spent an inordinate amount of time honing her power within the hall.

Her Dark Eye shimmered with an iridescent glow—both eerie and awe-inspiring.

Unlike Loki Devan’s grotesque eye, hers was clear, almost breathtakingly beautiful.

“Ah... Ahhh...”

Staggering, Odin clutched one hand over her eye.

But Davey had already taken her eyepatch. Realizing it was gone, she visibly flinched.

As her entire body trembled, she snapped her head back.

Ziiing!!!

At that moment, an enormous beam of light shot from her eye, melting the ceiling in an instant. It even tore through the very fabric of space itself.

“My goodness! What is that?”

Perserque turned to Davey, her expression demanding an explanation.

“You’re right, what is that? It’s terrifying!”

“...”

“I’m kidding.”

For a brief moment, he saw her looking at him with a look of contempt. He simply extended his hand in response.

Understanding what he wanted, she handed over the Transcendence’s Demise.

In turn, Odin began drawing forth Death Lord-level devil mana. Since it wasn’t on the same level as Rho Aias, Davey had no idea how long he could hold out against her—especially now that she had started unleashing her power without restraint.

But he supposed he was going to find out either way.

The light that had torn the sky apart began to fade. One might think the attack had ended, seeing such a thing.

But it was the opposite.

That was truly only the beginning.

“Well then, let’s see what exactly is keeping you so overwhelmingly strong here.”

At the tip of the Transcendence’s Demise, a black vortex began to form. It was no larger than the head of a spoon, but its power was nothing like those massive, showy spells that boasted sheer size but little substance.

“Grow. Abracadabra.”

With a single command, the devil spells amplified in an instant, colliding with one another as sparks crackled through the air.

Davey locked eyes with her flickering Dark Eye.

[Release]

Boom!

An invisible shockwave erupted, crashing against the colorless, odorless magic Odin had created.

* * *

Boom!

Davey went flying.

His robe was torn in several places, but Odin didn’t seem to have weakened in the slightest.

“Davey!! She’s continuously replenishing her power! At this rate, you’ll be the first to collapse!”

“You haven’t found it yet?”

“Do you take me for some freakishly talented monster mage like you? Honestly, I should just wring that annoying mouth of yours later,” Perserque retorted with indignance.

Something unknown to him was keeping Odin in that state, sustaining her manifestation and fueling her immense power.

Perserque knew she couldn’t confront her head-on. Instead, she had chosen to withdraw just beyond Odin’s reach, analyzing the flow of mana spreading around her and reverse-tracing its source.

Meanwhile, Odin continuously tried to obstruct Perserque. But no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t simply ignore Davey, who was using truth to unravel and dispel her magic.

“Phew... What a pain.”

Forcing the wildly rampaging devil mana into a compressed form, Davey forged a massive sword and lunged toward her.

“Listen, Odin. There are four swords in this world that even Dokgo Jun and Sword God Ares can’t wield.”

Of course, that didn’t mean they were aware of every single sword in existence, so there could have been more than four.

But that was beside the point.

Whether she understood his words or not, Odin warily summoned enormous petals.

One by one, the petals refracted deadly light, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

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Davey knew a single hit would likely be fatal. Yet, without the slightest hesitation, he tore through the resistance blocking his approach and charged forward.

“This is...”

‘A routine check-up slash!’

Crash!

The black currents of his sword surged into her, disrupting her flow.

Sensing the interference, she hastily tried to dispel the effect.

But she wasn’t even in her right mind, so how effective could she be?

She was rampaging out of control, unable to fully handle herself.

Honestly, Davey couldn’t believe that she thought she could take him down in her state.

“And this is...”

Clang!

He conjured two more black swords and drove them into her.

“An extended maintenance check slash!”

Squelch!!

Black veins bulged all over her body.

The dark magic Davey had injected her body with had already made it difficult for her to use magic. Just as she struggled to dispel the swords, he stabbed another sword into her, forcibly extending the debuff.

She staggered backward, distancing herself from him.

Her expression was still empty, yet her exposed eyes trembled violently.

At the same time, Davey—who had locked eyes with her without flinching—felt something swirl like a hurricane in one of his eyes.

By utilizing elemental mana, Odin had broken through the fundamental laws of the world itself. Now that her eye patch was removed, the threat she exuded was undeniable.

However, strictly speaking, she was actually less dangerous than her usual self.

Crackle!

In the end, it was indeed Odin who faltered first.

With a hollow face, she reached out toward the air, twisting the laws of the atmosphere. As a result, the very physical laws governing Davey were rewritten in an instant.

The origins of elemental mana dictated the laws of nature. They were used to make phenomena into reality.

She had made Davey place an immense burden on himself. However, despite the fact that he had disrupted her mana flow by stabbing the two swords into her, she quickly lifted herself into the air and used Fly magic to shoot upward at high speed, attempting to escape.

“Davey, she’s getting away.”

“Just give me a second, geez.”

Staggering slightly, Davey forcibly restored the twisted laws she had warped, bringing them back to their proper state.

“As expected from the creator of the Ouroboros Project’s Ritual.”

Unlike Davey, who had collapsed just from accepting the truth, Odin endured the five-minute limit and then even used it to pressure him.

But before that time ran out, her instincts recognized that if things continued as they were, she would be overpowered—so... she fled.

As he watched her take off in an instant, soaring away from him, Davey resonated with a fragment of the truth etched into his soul.

He began gathering this power—a force that was potent simply by being aware of it—into one place and awakened it.

At the same time, his left eye ignited with black flames.

“Davey!!”

“Ugh.”

Despite the pain contorting his face, Davey smirked coldly.

It wasn’t the same as the Dark Eye created for the Ouroboros Ritual, but he had successfully imitated its system.

From the moment their battle began, he had focused most of his energy on copying her eye using the fragments of truth he already had.

Harnessing the imperceptible laws of the world, he forged a single black sword.

Then, lowering his stance slightly, he closed his eyes before opening them again.

“Davey... your eye...”

“It’s just an imitation. There’s no point in subduing her unless I deal with the root cause.”

An imitation of the Dark Eye.

Perserque muttered in disbelief at his words.

“You say that as if copying something just by looking at it is normal.”

“Well obviously, just looking isn’t enough.”

Only after accepting a fragment of truth—forcefully expanding the human limitations of his mind—had he been able to accomplish such a thing. Even if using divinity, he wouldn’t have been able to do it otherwise.

What he had created was undeniably a perfect imitation of Odin’s eye.

And yet, frustratingly, the process of making this fake eye had been exponentially harder than making the real thing.

At the very least, when Odin created hers, she hadn’t needed to kill herself just to engrave some truth into her mind.

In addition to his now-monochrome vision, things that should’ve been invisible came into sight. Things no living being—not even a human—should be able to see.

The first thing he saw was two strings. Strangely enough, even without examining them closely, he instinctively knew what they represented.

It was like the authority of the Abyss shard, similar to when he had read a target’s information.

One of the two strings was something that had been suppressing her consciousness. The other was sustaining the Ouroboros Ritual by continuously supplying her with power.

The fake Dark Eye’s duration was extremely short. With the time available, he could only sever one of the two strings.

But between the two, the choice was obvious.

Even though he saw her reach out in an attempt to interfere, Davey shot head-on toward her.

Gripping the black sword tightly in one hand, he spoke.

“Emergency maintenance slash incoming. Expect system downtime,” he said in a playful tone.

He merged her Death Lord-level dark magic with the sight granted by his fake Dark Eye.

He connected to the world with his newfound understanding of the truth, seen through his eye.

The string he perceived granted him permission to interact with it, and he merged himself with the sword of destruction he manifested through dark magic.

Before she could use her magic to push him away, he severed the long string coiled around her neck.

It was the string that had been suppressing her will, and he watched the crimson thread get sliced in half.

When faced with freeing her consciousness or something else, the former was the obvious choice.

Though, he wasn’t exactly sure when that had become such an obvious decision.

Perhaps, in the end, even resentment was still a kind of attachment.

Her rampaging body trembled violently before the emptiness in her eyes began to fade, vitality soon filling her eyes.

Frozen in midair, she looked up at him.

“It’s been a while, Odin.”

She remained silent.

As she slowly fell down, she reached out and pulled him into an embrace.

Her movements—which had been rigid just moments before—became warm, familiar, and just a little bit unsettling.

Though he didn’t know every detail of what had led to this, he could tell that it was a chain of coincidences intertwined with some promise she had made long ago, back when she was still alive.

He wondered what her first words would be after finally regaining herself.

Maybe she would thank him for breaking her out of her rampage.

Or perhaps, as one of the hall’s most senior members, she would feel ashamed of what she had become.

Either way, he knew it’d certainly be a rare and interesting sight.

“Did you really think you could run away with that tiny body of yours?”

She flinched in response.

As Davey saw her tremble, he had a strong feeling that she was embarrassed—likely because she had been dragged into something she never wanted in the first place.

But then—

Fwooosh!!

Her entire body erupted into black flames.

He widened his eyes and tried to pull away, but she forcibly converted her mana into raw physical strength, tightening her grip on him.

“The hell?! Let go of me!”

“I’m burning you to death today, you little brat! Who the hell are you calling tiny?! Do you have a death wish of being burned alive?!”

Thinking about it, she had always been absurdly sensitive about her height and figure.

Though the ritual was still active, her consciousness had returned, and her magic was strong enough to incinerate his temporary Dark Eye in an instant.