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Chapter 1328 - 1328: Crossing the Gap · Nov 04, 2026

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1301 Chapter 1301 - 1301: Something’s Not Right 2026-11-04
1302 Chapter 1302 - 1302: We Don’t Fall Behind 2026-11-04
1303 Chapter 1303 - 1303: The Elite Were Made Here 2026-11-04
1304 Chapter 1304 - 1304: The Missing Piece 2026-11-04
1305 Chapter 1305 - 1305: A Fair Trade 2026-11-04
1306 Chapter 1306 - 1306: Ten Thousand Strong 2026-11-04
1307 Chapter 1307 - 1307: Another Protagonist 2026-11-04
1308 Chapter 1308 - 1308: We Want Your Void Realm 2026-11-04
1309 Chapter 1309 - 1309: Dig Deeper 2026-11-04
1310 Chapter 1310 - 1310: That Was the Source 2026-11-04
1311 Chapter 1311 - 1311: Then It Happened 2026-11-04
1312 Chapter 1312 - 1312: We’re Not at the Top 2026-11-04
1313 Chapter 1313 - 1313: Out of Our League 2026-11-04
1314 Chapter 1314 - 1314: One Punch Was Enough 2026-11-04
1315 Chapter 1315 - 1315: Cut It Off 2026-11-04
1316 Chapter 1316 - 1316: That Was Too Close 2026-11-04
1317 Chapter 1317 - 1317: They Still Got Away 2026-11-04
1318 Chapter 1318 - 1318: While the Threat Remains 2026-11-04
1319 Chapter 1319 - 1319: The Crimson Star Returns 2026-11-04
1320 Chapter 1320 - 1320: The World Just Changed 2026-11-04
1321 Chapter 1321 - 1321: They Got Stronger… So Did the Monsters 2026-11-04
1322 Chapter 1322 - 1322: Stronger… But Dumber 2026-11-04
1323 Chapter 1323 - 1323: Power Has a Price 2026-11-04
1324 Chapter 1324 - 1324: This Place Is a Gold Mine 2026-11-04
1325 Chapter 1325 - 1325: The Window Is Closing 2026-11-04
1326 Chapter 1326 - 1326: Now It’s a Real Fight 2026-11-04
1327 Chapter 1327 - 1327: It Finally Fought Back 2026-11-04
1328 Chapter 1328 - 1328: Crossing the Gap 2026-11-04
1329 Chapter 1329 - 1329: I Never Said I’d Let You Go 2026-11-04
1330 Chapter 1330 - 1330: Now He Has Two 2026-11-04
1331 Chapter 1331 - 1331: Now Humanity Strikes Back 2026-11-04
1332 Chapter 1332 - 1332: Hit Them and Pull Back 2026-11-04
1333 Chapter 1333 - 1333: Harvest Before the Horde 2026-11-04
1334 Chapter 1334 - 1334: Meat on the Cutting Board 2026-11-04
1335 Chapter 1335 - 1335: The Day a Million Infernals Panicked 2026-11-04
1336 Chapter 1336 - 1336: A Blade That Could Carve Through Anything 2026-11-04
1337 Chapter 1337 - 1337: When the Real Disaster Comes 2026-11-04
1338 Chapter 1338 - 1338: The Monsters They Chose 2026-11-04
1339 Chapter 1339 - 1339: Borrowing Supplies 2026-11-04
1340 Chapter 1340 - 1340: Warm-Up Monsters 2026-11-04
1341 Chapter 1341 - 1341: Their Ending Was Already Written 2026-11-04
1342 Chapter 1342 - 1342: Bandits Across the World 2026-11-04
1343 Chapter 1343 - 1343: When Pete Says Run 2026-11-04
1344 Chapter 1344 - 1344: Not Somewhere We Can Stay 2026-11-04
1345 Chapter 1345 - 1345: The Horde Has a Queen 2026-11-04
1346 Chapter 1346 - 1346: Hold Crownfall 2026-11-04
1347 Chapter 1347 - 1347: The Moving Disaster 2026-11-04
1348 Chapter 1348 - 1348: Hope Came on Burning Wings 2026-11-04
1349 Chapter 1349 - 1349: Not Just the Squad 2026-11-04
1350 Chapter 1350 - 1350: I Underestimated Them 2026-11-04

On the other side, Ethan teleported out of the grabbing hand’s reach. Then he dropped a longsword under his feet with telekinesis and used it like a flying board, shooting off into the distance.

The shockwaves from Dopey’s fight were way too nasty. Better to pull the duel somewhere cleaner.

Slate missed the grab and came bursting out of the ground, furious. He locked onto Ethan and lunged after him.

Ethan’s telekinetic flight was fast—but Slate’s ability to fold the ground, compressing distance like he was cutting corners through space, was even faster.

In no time, Slate’s shadow was right behind him.

A crushing gravity field slammed onto Ethan’s body.

His stomach dropped.

He fell like a stone.

At the same time, dozens of meteors screamed down from above, and spear-like stone spikes thrust up from below, turning the air and ground into a kill box.

”So you’re going straight for the throat,” Ethan muttered, eyelid twitching.

He didn’t hesitate.

Teleportation.

He blinked away.

”Damn it,” he cursed under his breath as he reappeared farther out. ”I was trying to save mental energy.”

Long-range Teleportation burned way more mental energy than just riding telekinetic flight. Ethan had been hoping to kite Slate a little, let him waste stamina.

Yeah. Not happening.

Thank god Teleportation was instant—otherwise he’d have been in real trouble.

One chased, one fled.

They pulled farther and farther from the main battlefield.

Then, without warning, Ethan stopped midair.

Slate surged up behind him, eyes cold. ”What, you finally realize you can’t get away? Done running?”

”Idiot,” Ethan said flatly.

He triggered Absolute Stasis.

The world froze.

In the same breath, Ethan teleported—appearing right beside Slate—and swung his poleaxe down with everything he had.

”Annihilation Strike!”

Black light erupted along the weapon like a crack in reality.

The poleaxe smashed into Slate’s skull.

”BOOM—!”

The earth detonated.

A crater several meters deep blew open, and Slate’s body was driven straight into the bottom like a nail.

”Aaaargh—!”

A shriek tore through the air—raw, hysterical.

In the crater, Slate’s head was a mess of blood and pulp. He thrashed on the ground, roaring like a wounded beast.

Ethan’s eyes widened.

”He’s still not dead?”

That strike had eaten almost ninety percent of his remaining mental energy—an Annihilation Strike pushing close to eight times his normal power.

And it still hadn’t one-shot him.

Ethan clicked his tongue, forcing himself to stay calm.

”Yeah… the gap’s still too big.”

At higher Tiers, the difference between each Tier wasn’t like early-game progression. Each step was a wall.

Ethan had killed Infernals while jumping two Tiers before.

Now he’d powered up, his mental energy pool had jumped massively, and he still couldn’t instantly delete Slate.

But it made sense.

Ethan was only Tier 22.

Slate was Tier 25 peak.

A three-Tier gap.

And more importantly—Ethan was in Stage B, while Slate had stepped into Stage A. That wasn’t something you casually brute-forced.

Slate exploded out of the crater in a burst of dirt and rock. A stone spear formed in his hand and stabbed straight at Ethan, his eyes drowning in murderous frenzy.

Ethan teleported away again.

After that hit, he didn’t have the mental energy to trade up close. He had to reset.

”I’m going to kill you!” Slate screamed behind him, voice cracking.

Getting nearly killed by a human so many Tiers below him was humiliation. The kind that burned hotter than pain.

He had to wash it off in blood.

But even at full strength, Slate couldn’t catch Ethan.

Now he was injured—badly injured.

And he’d underestimated just how bad it was.

Ethan’s blow hadn’t killed him, but it had landed on his head. His skull was fractured, and blood poured down his face in sheets.

As he chased, his vision started to swim. His balance wobbled.

His limbs stopped listening the way they should.

After a few more minutes of stumbling pursuit, Slate’s momentum finally cut out.

His knees buckled.

And he collapsed face-first into the dirt, going still.

”Whew…”

Off in the distance, Ethan finally let out the breath he’d been holding and dropped onto the ground, legs giving out under him.

Annihilation Strike had eaten an absurd amount of his mental energy. Then he’d burned what was left with nonstop Teleportation for way too long.

If he hadn’t been eating Mindfruit and jacking his mental energy reserves up, he would’ve bottomed out ages ago.

And honestly—if his mental energy hadn’t increased, he never would’ve dared take a swing at a Tier 25 peak powerhouse in the first place.

Ethan looked at Slate’s body sprawled on the ground and smiled.

He’d actually done it.

He’d killed a Stage A-level enemy.

Next time he ran into a Stage A opponent, he wouldn’t be walking in blind anymore.

Back at the main fight, the remaining Stoneborn were turning a sickly pale.

Their control skills were barely keeping Dopey slowed, but the drain on them was horrific. They couldn’t let anything drop for even a second—if they paused, Dopey would tear free instantly.

They were miserable.

Desperate.

Praying Slate would hurry up and kill the human already.

Instead, it was like the universe decided to spit in their faces.

A figure came flying in—both feet planted on telekinetically-guided daggers like makeshift boards—and he was carrying someone in one hand.

As he got closer, the Stoneborn recognized him immediately.

The owner of the soulless thrall.

And the thing dangling from his grip—

Was Slate.

Even with Slate’s head smashed and his face unrecognizable under blood, they knew. They knew from his build, his aura, his gear—everything.

”How is that possible?!”

Eyes bulged. Voices cracked.

”No—no way! Slate can’t be killed by a Tier 22 human!”

Their brains refused to accept what their eyes were seeing.

In their minds, Ethan was an insect. Sure, a slippery one. A runner.

But a killer?

Someone who could drop Slate?

Impossible.

Slate might’ve been the weakest among them, but he was still Tier 25 peak—and Stoneborn bodies were famously hard to break. They’d even assumed Ethan might not be able to crack Slate’s defenses at all.

Yet the corpse in Ethan’s hand was dead.

Dead-dead.

No life left.

They could deny it, but they couldn’t change it.

And in the instant they lost focus—

Dopey tore free.

He flashed in front of one Stoneborn, fist already chambered.

That Stoneborn was still frozen in shock over Slate’s death. He didn’t even raise his hands before Dopey’s punch caved his chest open, leaving a hole straight through him.

He dropped on the spot.

”Damn it!”

”Run!”

The leader’s face twisted. He spun and bolted.

But trying to run now was already too late.

Stoneborn could fold the ground to shorten distance, sure—but they still couldn’t outrun Dopey.

One powerhouse took a single step, trying to trigger his movement—

The scenery hadn’t even finished shifting when Dopey’s fist smashed into him.

He collapsed mid-stride and never got back up.

The rest were the same.

Some died while they were still turning to flee.

Some managed to get farther.

It didn’t matter.

Dopey hunted them down and punched them apart one by one.

Even Ethan felt his scalp tighten watching it.

He’d always known Dopey was fast. Ethan had been confident Teleportation made him untouchable no matter what.

Now he wasn’t so sure.

Unless it was a long-range jump, if Ethan tried to rely on short-distance Teleportation, Dopey could absolutely keep up and stick to him.

And those Void Realm creatures—fast as they were—still weren’t fast enough.

Which only highlighted how terrifying Dopey’s speed really was.

In no time, only the Stoneborn leader was left… and he was already gone, vanished into the distance.

Ethan didn’t look worried.

With satellite surveillance, the guy wasn’t getting away.

And Ethan had deliberately had Dopey leave him for last.

It was time to find Dopey a companion.

He’d had that secret method for creating soulless thralls for a long time, but he’d never used it—because nothing he’d killed felt like worthy material.

This one?

This one would do nicely.

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