Volume 1, Chapter 128: Cosmic Phantom Beast?

Seeing Trigger appear, Diavolo let out a low, excited chuckle and said, "Heh, let’s play, Trigger!"

With that, Diavolo charged forward, slamming directly into Trigger.

Trigger took a deep breath, forced himself to stand, and collided head-on with the oncoming Diavolo.

BOOM—

The moment of impact sent a terrifying tremor through Diavolo's arm and into Trigger’s entire body, leaving his mind momentarily blank as he was sent flying backward.

Yet, to his surprise, Diavolo had no intention of stopping. Instead, he pressed forward, his arms—brimming with explosive power—clutching Trigger tightly, shoving him along like a piece of cloth caught in a gale.

"Such incredible power!" Trigger finally regained his senses. Shocked, he hurriedly switched into his Power Type.

As his feet touched the ground, he seized the moment to plant himself, pouring all his strength into his arm and striking at the face of Diavolo, who was practically pressed against him.

BANG—

With a thunderous crash, Diavolo was forced back two steps. A look of surprise crossed his face as he chuckled, "It seems you still have some strength in you."

As an Absolute Lifeform, destroying Trigger in his normal state would have been a trivial matter, let alone a Trigger whose energy was nearly exhausted.

Thus, to add some spice to the game, he hadn't used any energy enhancement, relying solely on his raw physical strength to contend with Trigger.

He hadn't expected Trigger to actually push him back!

Though it was only two steps, in his eyes, it was enough for Trigger to brag about for an entire year. After all, his opponent was merely a planetary-level warrior.

But... that was as far as it would go!

A flash crossed Diavolo’s eyes. He slammed his fists together in front of his chest and growled in a low, heavy voice, "Cosmo Beast Style Secret Art: Power Crush Bull Fist!"

MOOOOOOOO—!

A deafening roar of a bull, like the sky collapsing, suddenly erupted.

All the humans nearby instinctively covered their ears. In that instant, they felt as though a colossal, azure-sky bull had manifested in the air, looking down upon them as if they were mere ants.

Tregear, standing just behind Tartarus, looked stunned, his consciousness suddenly plunging into a void.

"What is this place?" He looked around in confusion, only to find nothing there, yet an inexplicable pressure began to squeeze his already turbulent sea of consciousness.

Sensing something, Tregear snapped his head up.

High above in the distant starry sky, he saw a pair of unimaginably vast eyes.

The moment their gazes met, he was seized by an overwhelming sensation of being watched by a deity, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

No, to be precise, it was fear!

It was a primal fear rooted in the essence of life, like a mouse encountering a cat—a suppression of his very blood and soul that left him terrified.

Tregear had only felt this sensation once in his life.

That was in his previous existence, the first time he had laid eyes on Grimdo.

Transcendent, supreme over all things... could it be...

Tregear’s pupils constricted violently as he looked at those void-like eyes, his focus instantly scattering.

It was a Supreme... a Supreme Lifeform!

The owner of those eyes was a Supreme Lifeform!

Tregear's sea of consciousness churned with thousands of waves, unable to settle for a long time.

He had been searching for the elements scattered across the universe precisely to make the power of Chaos complete, so that he might touch the Supreme Power that had never been recorded in the ancient annals of the cosmos.

Yet today, he had actually seen a living Supreme Lifeform!

In this world, besides Grimdo, there were other Supreme entities!

"Who are you!" Tregear could no longer hold back, shouting, "What exactly are you!"

When a person’s understanding of reality is shattered, they fall into a state of madness until they fully accept the outcome. That was Tregear now. Since merging with Grimdo, he had always believed that the Ultimate Lifeform was the pinnacle of evolutionary potential.

Because the Supreme Power was not something a mere lifeform could possess.

That was the power reserved for true gods.

But did gods truly exist in this world?

Yes.

In Tregear’s heart, Grimdo was the only god, the source of all his convictions and faith.

But now, other gods had appeared... and there was more than one!

Gazing at the pairs of eyes constantly emerging in the starry sky, Tregear’s expression went completely blank.

The waves of terrifying pressure told him that they were all Supreme Lifeforms—gods who stood above all, true deities.

For the first time, Tregear felt his own insignificance, and even the truths he had firmly believed in began to waver.

His consciousness returned in a daze. In his vision, Diavolo’s Power Crush Bull Fist was still unfolding, and opposite it was Trigger’s desperate defense, the Deracium Beam.

BOOM—

The fire of the explosion reflected in Tregear’s pupils. His gaze locked onto the mysterious contract markings on Diavolo’s chest, those marks born of the Cosmo Beast Style.

Cosmo Beast?

Tregear remembered that when Diavolo released the Power Crush Bull Fist, he had called out the Cosmo Beast Style Secret Art.

He had heard of the Cosmo Beast Style.

It was said to be a martial art from the long-destroyed planet D60 in the Draco constellation, famous throughout the universe for its physical combat techniques.

But Diavolo didn't seem to be from planet D60, did he?

Where did his Cosmo Beast Style come from?

Why would an Absolute Lifeform sign a contract with a Cosmo Beast?

What exactly were the Cosmo Beasts?

And what connection did they have to the Supreme Lifeforms?

One mystery after another crowded into Tregear’s mind, sparking an urge to investigate immediately, as fervent as his pursuit of truth had been years ago.

"It seems a trip to the past is necessary." Tregear’s gaze softened, and his heart finally settled.

After all, he still had Absolutian particles within him—a ticking time bomb. If he didn't clear them out, they would eventually become a problem.

However, he believed that as long as he obtained the Eternity Core, ridding himself of Tartarus was only a matter of time.

Tregear looked at the golden back in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly, a faint, imperceptible smile flickering at the corners of his mouth.

The day his power was restored would be the day of Tartarus’s funeral!

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Spatial shift: The Land of Light.

Nearly a hundred years had passed since the war against the Plasma Galaxy.

Although the battle was brutal, the Land of Light had lost none of its core strength, and it had recovered to its peak in a short period.

The leaders of the major races who had participated in that war had all been locked away in the Space Prison.

Yet, even so, the Inter Galactic Defense Force had never lowered its guard.

Because the three kings who had led the Plasma Galaxy remained at large.

One must remember, those were three cosmic-level powerhouses!

At the headquarters of the Inter Galactic Defense Force, two Ultra Warriors wearing red capes walked in.

They looked hurried, not even bothering to respond to the guards at the door as they rushed inside.

In the meeting room, Taro and the others stared solemnly at the light projection in the center of the round table, their expressions grave.

"Have we found the whereabouts of those three?!"