The entire world held its breath.
Every eye was fixed on the screen. No one could understand why a man who had already demonstrated godlike power would make such a reckless—almost suicidal—move.
Beyond that rift lay a world of monsters.
To walk in alone—how was that any different from throwing oneself into a demon's lair?
Yet in the face of the world's frantic warnings and cries—
Lin Sen merely tilted his head slightly, as if his gaze pierced through space itself, landing upon those invisible observers watching him.
His expression remained unchanged, calm as ever.
To him, the desperate shouting of billions sounded no different from passing wind.
His lips parted slightly, and though his voice was soft, it echoed clearly across the globe through magical transmission.
"If a faucet is leaking, putting a bucket underneath it doesn't count as fixing the problem."
"I prefer to shut off the main valve."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Everyone was stunned speechless by that simple metaphor—one that carried boundless dominance and confidence.
A leaking faucet?
That apocalyptic disaster—something that had nearly destroyed the entire magical world—was, in his words… just a "leak"?
And the "bucket"… wasn't that the very miracle he had just created—[Dimensional Banishment]?
He didn't even consider his own miracle a true solution—only a temporary fix.
Then what was the "main valve"?
The answer was obvious.
The source of the rift.
That alien world.
He wasn't going in to explore.
He was going… to shut it down.
Before anyone could process the absurdity of it all—
Lin Sen stepped forward.
No barriers. No protection. Not even the faintest trace of defensive magic.
He walked as if strolling through a garden, heading straight toward the violently unstable spatial rift.
And then—
Something unbelievable happened.
The chaotic violet-black energy currents—powerful enough to distort space itself—parted upon his approach.
Like subjects before a king.
They withdrew.
They yielded.
They made their way.
His clothes remained still.
His hair did not stir.
Under the stunned, almost horrified gaze of the entire world—
He took one final step.
And disappeared into the rift.
The rift remained.
Unchanged.
As if nothing had happened.
But everyone knew—
Everything had changed.
Inside the International Confederation of Wizards' emergency chamber, Dumbledore slowly rose to his feet.
His aged eyes stared at the now-empty rift on the screen, shining with unprecedented light.
In a soft, dreamlike yet resolute voice, he said:
"He isn't going on an adventure…"
"He's inspecting his territory."
Silence fell once more.
Every mind echoed with that image—
Lin Sen, calm and unhurried, walking into the abyss.
A mortal stepping into the domain of gods and demons.
This was no longer about strength.
This was absolute confidence—transcending all forms of life.
When Lin Sen's body fully passed through the violet-black veil, the world before him opened up.
But what lay ahead was more terrifying than any darkness.
There was no sky.
No ground.
Only an endless expanse of chaotic, surreal void.
Massive, jagged landmasses—dark purple and lifeless—floated aimlessly, connected by violent bolts of energy like cosmic chains.
In the distance, rings of shattered stars rotated slowly.
Further beyond, clouds of warped, sickly colors churned like corrupted paint.
Physics had no meaning here.
No gravity.
No direction.
Even time itself felt unstable.
And in the air—
A suffocating presence.
Whispers.
Countless whispers.
The final screams of countless devoured souls, condensed into a mental plague.
Any ordinary wizard would lose their mind instantly upon entering this place.
But Lin Sen?
He simply looked around.
Calmly.
As if observing a flawed piece of art.
The whispers dissolved before reaching him.
The chaos parted in his presence.
"Mm… the core is over there."
With a single glance, he locked onto the source.
And stepped forward.
Each step rippled space beneath his feet—
And carried him across unimaginable distances.
Moments later—
He arrived.
At the center of the dimension stood a throne.
A colossal throne made entirely of bones.
Cracked.
Decaying.
On it—
Something sat.
No fixed shape.
A mass of writhing darkness.
A pulsating core of pure negative energy.
Thousands of eyes opened and closed within it.
Countless mouths devoured light itself.
A terrifying aura radiated outward—
The embodiment of Devouring and Chaos.
This—
Was the god of this world.
The moment Lin Sen appeared—
All eyes locked onto him.
A thunderous voice exploded within his mind:
"Mortal… you dare trespass… upon my domain?"
The voice carried overwhelming pressure—enough to shatter souls.
But Lin Sen didn't react.
He simply looked at it.
Calmly.
Almost… curiously.
The entity faltered.
"Your soul… why is it… so stable? Impossible… you are but a lesser being…"
"Stop wasting your strength," Lin Sen said flatly.
"Your soul is already on the verge of collapse. Every attack just hastens your end."
Silence.
Then—
Rage.
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"It doesn't matter."
Lin Sen's gaze sharpened slightly.
"What matters… is that you're interesting."
He examined it like a specimen.
"An unstable fusion of Devouring and Chaos… You're not even a complete lifeform. More like a… tumor formed from warped laws."
A pause.
"And a dying one, at that."
The entity trembled violently.
Its secrets—its injuries—its weakness—
Exposed.
Completely.
"SILENCE!"
It roared.
"I am the Devouring Lord! A god who has consumed stars and annihilated civilizations!"
"This world is my pasture! I will devour it—and restore myself!"
"And you—your soul… is perfect!"
Greed flooded its voice.
But Lin Sen—
Smiled faintly.
"Ah. I see."
"A stray dog beaten half to death in a higher battlefield… hiding in a beginner zone to prey on weaker beings."
"That's all you are."
That—
Was the breaking point.
"DIE!!!"
The throne shattered.
The entity expanded into a massive vortex—
A black hole of annihilation.
[Abyssal Devourer]
A technique that once consumed entire star systems.
Now—
Even in its weakened state—
It surged toward Lin Sen.
Erasing everything in its path.
A true god-level attack.
Lin Sen stood still.
Unmoved.
He watched.
And then—
Shook his head.
"Even at your peak… this is it?"
"Crude."
"Primitive."
"Childish."
His voice was calm.
But devastating.
"You're just mixing incompatible laws and hoping for results."
"Like a child playing with unstable alchemy."
He raised his hand slightly.
"And unfortunately…"
"You don't even qualify to explode in front of me."
The vortex closed in—
And at that exact moment—
Lin Sen's eyes gleamed.
Enlightenment activated.
A new concept formed instantly.
A new law.
A new spell.
Creation complete.
Name: [Law Stripping]
He lifted his hand.
And spoke.
Softly.
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