GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS
Chapter 216 - 216: Story Upgrade. A God's Avatar

After an unknown passage of time

A bellowing suction sound reverberated throughout the scene, a massive purple backhole replacing the alliance leaders in the void. Below, Patrick hovered over the transforming corpses of the remaining beast cultivators, his left hand in his armor's pocket, and his right hand equipped with Limitless, laying over his shoulder, shimmering with an unlimited amount of omni energy. The corpses transformed into golden glows of energy, merging and becoming an enormous ball of energy in the sky, the size of the ball matching that of the sun from the solar system of Earth 101.

Ignorant of the energy above him, which pretty much blocked the massive sun in the sky, Patrick looked at the horizon, his expression dull and uninterested. Then, looking up to his family, his expression became warm as he spoke.

"There are hundreds of billions of Desolate Domains in the Desolate Realm. We can conquer the Desolate Realm in a Planck time if we wish, but since that's tedious, why don't you ladies have fun? I will handle things here."

Hearing her husband, Athena drifted towards him, saying, "If you want to run rampant, just say that. We all know you well enough already."

"I don't mind it, but since there is no rule on how long we can conquer the other desolate domains, I can just conquer mine right now. I'm omnipresent anyway," Anna said, her tone reluctant to leave her husband's side.

But hearing Anna's words, Thalia rolled her eyes as she said, "You have been with him for the last fifty chapters already. Can you not be that obsessed?"

Listening to Thalia's words, Anna frowned and rebutted, "Look who is talking, as if you aren't in love and obsessed as I am. Should I remind you that we are all connected and share everything, including emotions and feelings?"

"..., hmph!" Thalia scoffed, folding her arms and turning away, trying to hide her suddenly flushed red face.

Seeing his wives, Patrick laughed, his casual masculine chuckle shattering reality and erasing the concepts of time and space simultaneously. Now left in a timeless void, devoid of matter, Patrick shifted position next to Thalia, Limitless vanishing from his grasp as he grabbed her waist with both hands.

Feeling her husband's touch, Thalia softened and melted, her arms steadily unfolding as she murmured, "If we are annoying to you, you can just erase us from the story entirely. You don't have to drive us away using adventure as a pretext..."

Patrick hugged Thalia from behind, his face resting on her neck, her hair covering his face. He casually blew a strand of hair from his face, the hair even clearing from his face and relaxing above his upper lip, forming a beard, as if it were sentient.

"You are all my omni queens, and as much as you don't believe this, you guys actually chose me, and not the other way around. How can I even be annoyed with any of you? Of course, that's if the cosmic emotional spectrum even applies to us...

"As my wives and as existences only below mine, I think I have robbed you of the adventure of naturally ascending to godhood and the realms of existences beyond that. You are all constantly transcending. Presently, you are all True Omnivastance beings, and are already beyond that as well."

Athena's body radiated with golden white omni energy as she spoke.

Dear, we understand. We won't cause any more trouble. Ladies, our Lord, the Omni King, has requested we conquer the other Desolate Domains in his name as the Conqueror Supreme. As his wives, we must fulfill our husbands' wishes," Athena said. Her figure slowly floated towards Patrick, making a bow.

Listening to their elder sister, Anna, and Elaine all smiled and bowed towards Patrick. Thalia caressing his head as she asked, "Were you pleased?" Their previous drama was nothing but a charade to entertain themselves. As beings beyond comprehension, such dramatic actions are but acts to lighten themselves from being too overpowered.

"Very..." Patrick replied, kissing Thalia's neck after. "Go join your sisters. You ladies have as much fun as you wish, thrash the avatars however you like."

Thalia slowly drifted from Patrick's grasp, joining her sisters. The four Omni Queens gathered, their presence illuminating the timeless void and bringing everything back to existence, including the concepts of time, space, and the shattered reality. Other than that, the presence of the now True Omnivastance Goddesses caused the Desolate Realm to start birthing more Desolate Domains per instant.

Looking at his goddess wives, Patrick smiled proudly, stating, "You know goddesses are my type?"

Hearing their husband, the Omni Queens chuckled and shook their heads, Thalia even rolling her eyes before their existence shifted from the scene.

As his wives faded from the scene, so did Patrick's warm expression, replaced by his natural, impassive, and disinterested expression. Placing his arms behind him and assuming his natural auralistic pose, he looked below as if at someone. But ignoring whatever he was looking at, he spoke.

"Osborn... ready the Desolate Gods Domain for my descent."

"I exist to serve your will, your Primordial Highness," Raleigh replied, performing his signature pose, kneeling on one knee, right hand covering his face, and left palm lying flat on the ground, well, in his case, in the air.

Upon finishing speaking, Raliegh and the one thousand Primates glitched from the scene, leaving only the three hundred transcended omnidroids (TODs) floating in the sky.

*"Grace, save the droids," Patrick said as he began drifting downwards, his black and gold cape ceaselessly fluttering behind him. The three hundred TODs vanished from the scene, now leaving only Patrick.

"Grace, override the Cosmic Law of Leveling in the Desolate Realm," Patrick said as he glanced at the massive energy ball, which still blocked the sun from radiating its graceful rays.

[Passive Nature: Absolute Override; Presiding ownership over existence and All]

The scene was silent for a moment, but then,

BOOM! Shatter!

A booming, shattering reverberation swept across the scene as the already massive earthquake on Earth extended for millions of miles in the surrounding area. To understand the scale of the impact, keep in mind that the largest country is about 6.6 million square miles, and these earthquakes are spreading over more than twenty times the size of the biggest country on Earth. This is a planetary-level destruction impact.

"Roar!"

A loud draconic roar bellowed across the scene as the full-fledged Heavenly King, the 4th-dimensional ancient dragon general, burst from the earth. A wave of destructive force followed his ascent, shattering reality and causing the constant glitching of time. The scene switched from day to night constantly as time continued to glitch.

The scene changed, an enormous amount of chaotic, desolate energy swirling towards the general and forming hundreds of desolate tornadoes around him. His widespread wings and body radiated a blackish-red aura, his draconic horn emanating ancient power privy only to the ancient dragon race. Over three hundred different types of Daos and Laws casually gravitated around him, his cultivated Daos and Laws, all within his arsenal to utilize.

Patrick hovered below as he watched the drastic change in scenery, the sun disappearing from the sky, replaced by the hundreds of desolate energy tornados, each frantically twisting tornado shredding the mending space fabrics like twisting blades brought close to paper.

"It was about time... you little worm, come!"

Above, the dragon general erupted with murderous intent as he looked at the silver-haired man below, his anger multiplying by a thousand folds after hearing the man's words. With his forces eradicated, the ancient dragon general's disgruntled mood couldn't be any more natural. And right before his eyes was the sole perpetrator and the only person he could vent his frustration on.

With an overwhelming murderous intent, the ancient dragon general raised his left hand towards the silver-haired man and uttered, "Time freeze, dimensional prison."

As per the ancient dragon's declaration, time halted, and the space instantly folded and closed on the silver-haired man. But not satisfied with one, countless more dimensional prisons materialized and stacked on the already formed dimensional prison. This scenario continued until there were millions of dimensional prisons stacked on each other, turning into a massive glass ball the size of the previous energy ball.

Within the dimensional prison, Patrick hovered calmly and unbothered as he watched the dimensional prisons stacking over him.

'Which level of sub-power should I use? I could delete the concepts of every Dao and Law he is cultivating, making them non-existent. What about erasing him... too boring, even the readers would agree, not that I care. Using any of my natures would be overkill, like nuking a mosquito.

Sigh~ what's even the point of all this? I can never go all out, and I must always restrain myself, or else the story will be wiped out... it looks like it's time I change things a bit.'

'Grace, install the Absolute/Eternal/Passive Transcendence function to the story. I want the GOAS Omniverse to transcend perpetually to withstand the effects of my strength and powers. Also, install *Verse Evolution and *Nihility Excemption. I, Ruler of All and Master of Beyond, authorize the installment of these functions.'

[Absolute Passive Nature: Absolute Story Ownership/Manipulation; Master weilds the absolute authority to manipulate any story or plot at will]

...

|Apologies, my scribing device suddenly blew off for some unknown reason, anyway, continuing...|

Grace voiced as Patrick felt a change, inspecting his right hand by opening and closing it, a wave of indescribable sensation resonated within him.

"Now, I can fight without worrying about obliterating my plot's Omniverse," Patrick spoke as he folded his palms into a fist, then, like side bumping a wall, he lazily bumped on the walls of the dimensional prison.

Outside the dimensional prison, the ancient dragon general watched as his dimensional prisons multiplied on the silver-haired man, stacking up and growing larger. Then, as if two hammers struck his intestines, the ancient dragon general's face suddenly turned pale and lost its overbearing expression before the dimensional prisons shattered suddenly, releasing a massive force as the scattering dimensional barriers burst across the scene.

The force sent the ancient dragon flying, ignoring the frozen time and sending him millions of miles as his body crashed against the void, shattering the space barriers and spinning uncontrollably across the sky.

Hovering free from the dimensional prison, Patrick surveyed the destruction around him, not caring the least for the effect of his actions.

"Come here, little worm."

Stretching his left hand, the ancient dragon general suddenly glitched into his grasp, choked by the neck, and held high. The hundreds of Daos and Laws freely roamed around the general, their lights sparkling with the cosmic power of nature and existence.

But, side-glancing the Daos and Laws, "fuck off," Patrick said as the hundreds of sparkling lights instantly faded from his sight, abandoning the ancient dragon general as they returned to the cosmic flow of the universe.

With all his cultivated Laws and Daos extracted away, the ancient dragon general's aura diminished significantly. Half the hundreds of desolate energy tornados in the sky dissipated into the surroundings, leaving only a few, and all with lesser ferocity than they previously were.

"With Daos and Laws, you are but an empty shell," Patrick said as he pointed his fingers at the dragon's abdomen first, then gently folded his fist into a punch.

Boom! Poosh!

Sounds of the sound barrier shattering bellowed as the dragon was sent across the continent within the desolate domain.

Black blood splurted out from the apertures of the ancient dragon as his body rocketed across the scene. After what felt like forever in flying across dimensions, the ancient dragon general suddenly regained consciousness, vomiting rows of mouthfuls of blood simultaneously as he noticed his vision changing continuously.

"What!? This should be impossible. Where are my Laws and Daos? How can he affect the cultivated Laws and Daos of another being? I can't win this fight; I must escape first. But why hasn't the Desolate Domain God appeared yet? Could it be he is using me to test the powers and strength of the enemy? Damn it all! And my powers have reduced greatly; I can barely tap into the power of the 4th dimension right now."

The ancient dragon general internally expressed as he utilized all his energy into escaping, his wide wings emanating ancient draconic powers as they flapped frantically, each flap sending him across hundreds of thousands of dimensions in an instant.

"Where do you think you are going, little worm?"

'Huh?! He caught up to me already, even across dimensions?!'

The ancient dragon general expressed as he swung his right arm behind him, aiming to attack the voice that came from the back. But missing his target, the dragon general suddenly halted his escape. The person he was running from was nowhere but hovering before him, his arms behind him as his cape lazily weaved behind him.

Hovering a mile from the ancient dragon general, Patrick stared at the little worm, no, ancient dragon. His gaze was impassive and bored, as always.

"Don't you know that invading another's Desolate Domain means war between our Desolate Domains? Can your Human Desolate Domain bear the consequences of invading our Beast Desolate Domain? You may kill my Heavenly King body, but once I reincarnate, I shall hunt you down to avenge my death."

Faced with no option, the ancient dragon general lamented his pitiful situation, his body slowly accumulating cracks, due to the punch attack he received from Patrick earlier.

Listening to the ancient dragon, Patrick remained unreactive to its words, not even acknowledging it. He then spoke, his tone cold and compassionate.

"You won't have the privilege to reincarnate... upon your death, your immortal soul will turn to nothing but an appetizer for the void. So your hundreds of millions of immortal cycles of cultivation will be for nothing, and your dream of becoming a god's avatar unrealized."

Hearing this, the ancient dragon general's eyes widened in disbelief, his ancient dragon soul trembling alarmingly, as if realizing that the silver-haired man's words might be true.

"You, how did you- how dare you? Do you know how much I have sacrificed? If I am going to die, you might as well join me. Ancient Dragon blood, dragon life essence soul explosion!"

The ancient dragon general erupted with outrageous amounts of ancient draconic aura, his power shattering the dimension and exposing them to the chaotic void of the Desolate Realm, which is known to be countless times deadlier compared to the chaotic void from the universes.

The instant he was exposed to the chaotic void, the ancient dragon general's body began deteriorating, and his life essence was also being devoured at a fast pace.

"Hahaha, you didn't think of this, did you?! Now let's perish together- huh?!"

The dragon general was about to relish his victory in self-martyrdom when his mind suddenly halted, his attention fixed on none other than Patrick. As higher existences who already know the reason why, we don't need to elaborate any further.

Seeing the disbelieving expression plastered on the ancient dragon general's face, Patrick spoke, "Reality-shattering, isn't it? Your little mind wouldn't bear the knowledge of my existence. Still, you can consider meeting me personally as your life's greatest achievement, and as a reward for being my bait."

The ancient dragon general's face could only widen in incredulity as his soul finally reached the point of explosion, but he encountered a reality-shattering discovery. The general couldn't even focus on detonating his soul properly, resulting in his soul exploding in the chaotic void. A massive soul explosion, releasing an incalculable number of decillion megatons of TNT, occurred in the chaotic void. Simultaneously, with the explosion of a cultivator at the Heavenly King realm, the void folded instantly, creating what humans on Earth 101 would call the beginning of life, a Big Bang.

However, contrary to what citizens of Earth 101 classify as the beginning of their universe, at least scientifically, this particular Big Bang was meant solely for destruction. As time stopped entirely, the fabrics of reality folded into the void like soaking cloth into black mud.

Despite being in the center of all the chaos, Patrick remained unruffled, his expression impassive, his auralistic pose unfazed, hands behind him as his cape gently swayed, disregarding the natural Alpha Laws of Time completely.

"Using a member of your subordinate race as cannon fodder, what a nefarious creature you are, avatar of the Ancient Void Dragon God."

Still maintaining his gaze on the void-devouring Big Bang, Patrick spoke, his words aimed at someone particular.

But then, the scene trembled vigorously as the void-devouring Big Bang stopped, the void almost swallowed into nothingness. Then, a loud and authoritative voice declared, its reverberation echoing throughout the scene.

"Void Devouring Slash."

Suddenly, a sword formed from the void as it unleashed trillions of chaotic energy attacks at Patrick, each slash containing millions of Laws and Daos within.

Looking at the incoming attacks, Grace voiced in Patrick's consciousness.

[Passive Nature: Absolute True Origin Ownership; Master has absolute ownership over all origin, genesis, and prime sources]

The chaotic energy slashes vanished and faded into the void before even moving a Planck length from where they formed. Without even a thought, Patrick's passive nature already solved the attacks.

"You think you can act however you please in my domain? Nihility Sanction!"

Once again, an endless amount of ancient draconic aura, this one completely different and countless times more powerful than the ancient dragon general, leaked from the void as it formed into a galactic hand. The galactic hand had a golden Grand Dao, with wording, "Sanction," etched on its palm.

"A mere avatar daring to sanction me with Nihility? You must be bored with your existence. Sub-nature: True Erasure."

Simultaneously, as Patrick finished speaking, the galactic hand instantly dissipated from the scene, the void mending and returning to its natural state.

"..!?"

The scene calmed instantly, no more attacks in sight, and the void was restored to its natural state.

But then, the scene trembled again as the void tore open like tearing through fabric, with an endless amount of draconic ancient void aura leaking from within. Emerged from the torn void was a universe-sized ancient dragon with six heads, eight wings, and golden eyes. The ancient dragon's tail pulsated with countless Daos, Laws, and even tens of Grand Daos.

Compared to the emerging dragon, Patrick couldn't even be seen, let alone be compared in size, but as if the little worm—wait, the universe-sized dragon—was an inch away from him, Patrick could see above the dragon's head with ease.

But as if announcing something, the six-headed dragon roared vigorously, its roar filled with the power of Laws and Daos, causing the scene to glitch unceasingly and change colors as well. It's eight wings spread wide as its golden eyes stared intensely at Patrick.

Then, as if the endless overbearingness of the six-headed dragon wasn't enough, a being, floating at eleven feet tall, emerged from the void gate. The emerging entity had shimmering scales constructed with Daos and Grand Daos. It had three horns wrapped around its head, two pairs of eyes, and long black hair falling on its back.

The entity wore ancient godly robes, made from the fabrics of reality and time, as one could see countless realities and timelines within the being's robes. It was barefoot, its bare feet standing on galaxies like a floor tile.

Hovering in an auralistic pose, the being had its arms behind it, its gaze lazy and impassive as it stared at the silver-haired being in the distance, his demeanor condescending to everything, as if nothing was worthy of its attention. For some unknown reason, despite being far from the silver-haired man, the draconic entity was seeing the man as if he were standing feet away from him.

Then, as if lazy to even speak, the male figure entity side glanced at the six-headed dragon, as if ordering it. And indeed, as commanded, the eight-winged ancient void dragon's voice reverberated throughout the scene, unleashing waves of ancient draconic aura in its sound frequencies. The dragon's voice was hoarse and unsettling to listen to.

"Conqueror Supreme!"

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*Verse Evolution: Ability of the GOAS Omniverse to endlessly evolve into Verses transcending the concepts of comprehension.

*Nihility Excemption: The GOAS Omniverse is exempted from the cycle of creation, existence, and destruction. Never to be erased, destroyed, or deleted, from totality, and beyond.