NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1063: Lucien's Powers
"Come on, don't act like you don't know why I didn't act against you," Lucien said, his gaze locked on Mark without a flicker of hesitation. "Aren't you being one of the reasons?"
As those words left his mouth, Lucien slowly lifted his hand. He clenched his right fist, and in that moment the world responded.
Crack.
The sound echoed through the heavens as the very fabric of the sky split apart. Above them, countless fracture lines spread across the dome of the world like an endless spiderweb. The cracks stretched farther and farther, trembling violently, as though reality itself was about to collapse.
Gasps erupted from the human leaders. The oppressive sight of a sky that looked ready to shatter filled every heart with dread. They could feel the terrifying pressure coming from Lucien's restrained fist, a pressure that was not even fully unleashed. If this was only the result of him clenching his hand, then what would happen if he truly struck with all his might?
Lucien's expression did not change as he lowered his gaze back to Mark. "Even a little power-up could cause the very spatial domain of this world to crack." His voice was heavy but unwavering, as though he was stating a truth no one else dared to voice. "And you… you have the power to restore the spatial domain of this world. You have the power to repair it, and yet you do nothing about it."
The leaders of the human race froze. Their hearts pounded as realization struck them like a hammer.
Mark could repair the broken spatial domain?
Max's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his chest. 'What? Mark can repair the spatial domain of this world?' His mind spun in chaos. Lucien's words were more devastating than anything else he had heard today.
Max remembered clearly. Lucien had once explained to him that the spatial domain of their world was broken when the demons forcefully tore it open, shattering the stability of the world itself. That destruction caused the ascension tunnel to collapse, severing the connection to the Divine Realm. For generations, no human had ascended, no matter how powerful they became. They were all bound to this fractured world.
And now, to hear that Mark had the ability to repair it all this time…
Max's fists clenched so tightly that blood seeped from his palms. His rage boiled uncontrollably. 'How? How could Mark have such powers?'
The surrounding human leaders trembled with fury and disbelief. Their face darkened. It was also their first time knowing that Mark, the Immortal Devil, had the power to repair their spatial domain and thereby allow humans to ascend to Divine Realms and yet Mark didn't do that.
Mark's smile did not falter, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. "It seems you know a thing or two about me," he said, his voice low yet laced with curiosity. "Tell me, how did you get this piece of information? I am very sure I destroyed every record, every trace, every shred of history regarding that."
Lucien met his gaze without flinching. A faint smile tugged at his lips as if Mark's question amused him. "That's a secret from my end," he replied calmly. His voice carried a confidence that did not waver under Mark's oppressive aura.
As he spoke, he briefly turned his eyes toward Max, Lady Divine, the leaders of the Seven Overlord Forces, and the Four God Nations. It was a small gesture, but it conveyed his intent clearly: they were all under his protection now.
Mark's expression darkened. His smile thinned until it was almost a sneer. "Don't think I will allow any of them to get away from here." The air around him thickened as he extended his hand.
At once, the space around the Bright Buddha Palace shuddered violently. The entire region trembled as an even stronger space lock formed, far heavier and denser than the one he had used earlier. The oppressive weight of it pressed down on everyone like an invisible cage, suffocating and absolute.
Lucien's calm did not break. Instead, his lips curved upward slightly. The faint reflection of light flickered over his eyes as a pair of sleek gaming goggles materialized, sliding over his face in a seamless motion. Then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, a gaming remote appeared in his right hand. Its surface glowed faintly, runes flashing across it like digital patterns alive with power.
Without hesitation, Lucien tapped one of the buttons.
WHIISSH!
Almost instantly, the world shifted. Every single figure present—Max, Lady Divine, President William, Aden, the masked leader of the Obsidian Order, and the other leaders of the human powers—vanished from the palace grounds.
Their presence dissolved into streams of light, carried away from Mark's suffocating space lock as if his power no longer applied to them. Only the monks of the Bright Buddha Palace, still protected by their sacred wards, remained.
Mark's face hardened, the playful smile replaced by something sharper. "How did you bypass my space lock?" His voice thundered, laced with disbelief. For the first time, his composure cracked.
Lucien tilted his head slightly, the glow of the goggles reflecting Mark's furious eyes. "I have a skill that allows me to ignore anything." His tone was light, almost casual, but the weight of those words sent chills across the hearts of those who overheard them.
Then, without pause, he pressed another button on the remote.
CRACK—BOOM!
Mark's body instantly shifted, teleported ten feet backward as though dragged by some unseen force. A heartbeat later, the ground where he had stood erupted into a colossal fireball explosion. The flames roared skyward, twisting into a vortex of molten heat and shockwaves.
The sheer magnitude of the blast fractured the fabric of space once more, spiderweb cracks spreading outward in every direction. Yet before the collapse could escalate, Lucien raised his hand, and the cracks stabilized under his control, the space knitting itself back together reluctantly.
Smoke and ash drifted in the air. The scent of charred stone lingered.
Mark brushed his black hair back with his hand, his red eyes gleaming as he studied Lucien. "An invisible attack?" His tone carried intrigue rather than anger.