（Special note: Due to some errors in Oliver's size in the previous text, I've now corrected his current size to 4.4 million kilometers. As a result, the sizes of other deities have also been scaled up accordingly. I've already revised all the incorrect parts.）

  “This snake’s toast. He showed off some serious strength, and he’s still getting killed… What a waste!”

  “Arachnethos is nuts—pulling out a trump card like that.”

  The crowd of deities buzzes with chatter. Right then, a sound like surging tides rolls out from the water palace, silent until now. A majestic gaze shoots from inside, locking onto the battlefield.

  Giant Aegir, who hadn’t batted an eye before, is finally stirred by Arachnethos’s Triple Fate move and peers out. At that moment, Arachnethos’s move clearly can’t last long. He doesn’t waste words and charges at Oliver!

  More precisely, his past projection lunges at Oliver, sharp fangs radiating terrifying power, aiming to crush his throat. Meanwhile, his present self—his main body—spits out another wave of purple webbing.

  The future projection, the biggest spider, has its abdominal shell crack open on its own. A flood of boiling, scalding-hot chaos egg sacs pours out. The second these eggs hit the chaos, they hatch into giant spiderlings—each tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of kilometers big.

  Thousands, countless spiderlings form rivers and oceans, devouring everything in sight, not even sparing chaos energy. Scarier still, many notice these spiderlings are laced with potent toxins. When they die, they explode into corrosive blood mist.

  That blood mist, no question, is crazy lethal too.

  “If that was me, I’d be dead for sure!”

  Tempestriax and Thalassorath lock eyes, both flashing the same thought: This snake’s done.

  Everyone’s thinking it.

  But Oliver? Still cool as ice.

  “Nice. The Triple Fate spiders are legit strong. Guess it’s time I show more of my hand.”

  With that thought, Oliver opens his jaws wide, and a translucent gem flies out.

  It’s the Chaos Gem—now the World Egg!

  World Will! Weakening Pulse!

  Both skills fire up at once.

  Boom!

  The tiny-looking translucent gem unleashes a flood-like shockwave. In a flash, the endless swarm of spiderlings—looking like they’d drown the whole chaos—gets swept up in the shockwave. Under its effect, every spiderling’s movement slows to a crawl, like their legs are weighed down by countless lead balls, stuck in a swamp, unable to budge.

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  But just the Weakening Pulse alone can’t stop these spiderlings. There’s too many—and they keep coming. The future Arachnethos’s abdomen is like a dimensional pocket, pumping out spiderlings nonstop.

  Oliver’s Weakening Pulse has a power cap. To make a rough analogy, it’s like a wall or dam, while the spiderlings are a flood or tsunami. The flood’s force keeps growing, and Oliver’s wall is starting to buckle. When it breaks, the swarm’ll overwhelm him.

  Even Oliver, if he gets tangled up in this sea of spiderlings, is gonna take heavy damage!

  “That’s all you got? Don’t you have that crazy strong sword? Pull it out already!” Arachnethos laughs loud.

  But Oliver ignores him, tapping into the World Will instead. This skill, more accurately, is like the will of another world. The World Egg in Oliver’s gem birthed a brand-new world—one different from the chaos world.

  “Bind, repel, attack!” Oliver chants silently.

  Boom!

  Oliver feels his soul power getting sucked dry like crazy.

  Lucky for him, his soul power stat is his highest—280,000 on the panel. Right now, he’s hit with a wave of mental exhaustion, like he could crash and sleep any second. Half his massive soul power got drained in a blink.

  After paying that insane cost, the Chaos Gem flickers faintly. Then, a terrifying invisible force surges out!

  “You are not welcome in this world!” Oliver mutters softly, directing his soul power at the future spider.

  The spider still spewing spiderlings freezes up, then lets out a panicked, confused yell. Suddenly, he feels an undetectable, untraceable force crash down on him. In that moment, he’s gripped by a horrifying sense of isolation—like the whole world’s rejecting him, slandering him, attacking him, hurting him.

  And it’s not just a feeling. This future spider projection finds its inner power locking up, barely able to function. Its abdominal shell starts closing on its own, unable to spit out more spiders. What baffles Arachnethos even more? This future projection starts fading, turning ghostly.

  If this keeps up, it’ll vanish soon. More precisely, it’s being expelled by the world. This world rejects it, wants it gone!

  From the future? So what? You’re standing in this spacetime, and right now, the world’s will is kicking you out! That’s the raw power of World Will!

  Of course, Oliver’s World Will isn’t all-powerful—after all, this is the chaos world, not his gem space. So the power’s far from invincible, or it would’ve zapped the future spider projection into nothing instantly.

  “What the hell did you do?!” Arachnethos asks, freaked out. He can’t even wrap his head around what Oliver did to counter his Fate power! This is +3-level Fate power, and it’s got no resistance against whatever mystery move Oliver’s pulling?!

  “No need to answer a dead guy’s questions,” Oliver says coldly.

  It’s not just the future spider projection getting booted by the World Will—the past one’s fading too. Without those two helping, Arachnethos is no match for Oliver.

  Stealth!

  Oliver’s massive body vanishes. Next second, he reappears, Darkness and Death powers fused into Bloodreaver’s blade, slashing at Arachnethos’s main body!