Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"He is..."

Just as the witch laid eyes on the man, her heart trembled violently. Every fiber of her being screamed in terror.

The man turned around, his gaze piercing straight into her soul.

"Plop!"

In the next moment, the witch's lifeless body collapsed onto the ground.

The elders and other devotees witnessing the scene were stunned.

"What happened?" one asked, confused.

"She's dead," another answered after examining her, his voice grim.

A solemn silence hung over them as they grasped the gravity of the situation.

A powerful force, far beyond their comprehension, was coming for their heads.

"What should we do?"

"What else? We have to call for more allies! Do they think we're pushovers? We'll show them what we're made of when we stand united. If one Nebula Dominator isn't enough, we'll summon a hundred!" one of them muttered, fuming with rage.

And he wasn't wrong.

A hundred Nebula Dominators were more than enough to obliterate the Polaris Domain—or any other.

"Yes, call them quickly! We're in a state of emergency!"

Just as they were about to contact their allies in the Dark Region, a sudden voice, like the whisper of a Primordial Devil, echoed through the temple.

"Unfortunately, you won't get the chance."

"Who?!"

Panic spread among them as their eyes darted around, searching for the source of the voice. But no matter where they looked, they found nothing.

Even the six elder devotees—Nebula Powerhouses of Darkness Law—failed to detect the intruder's presence.

Then, without warning, space itself rippled.

A figure emerged.

A man clad in Imperial dark robes, exuding an extraordinarily powerful aura—one unlike anything they had ever encountered.

His eyes were cold and expressionless, yet his regal, imperial demeanor was unmistakable.

"So, you're the new Emperor of the Kievan Empire?" One of the elder Cultists recognized Aengus immediately, his voice laced with both curiosity and wariness.

"Yes." Aengus affirmed without hesitation. "And you must be the ones who dared lay your hands on my territories. I should thank you, actually—your actions saved me the trouble of searching for you. Bad luck for you, I suppose." His voice was calm, almost indifferent, as if their fate had already been sealed.

The elder sneered. "Clever words, but foolish arrogance. You won't leave here alive."

Aengus merely shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not… Regardless, I see no need to waste time on dead men." Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

With that, he summoned his divine weapon, Aegis, its form manifesting as a colossal greatsword radiating overwhelming energy.

The elder cultists stepped forward, their expressions grim. They knew full well the power Aengus possessed—the man who had slain Witch Morgana.

And yet, they had no choice but to fight.

Seeing them prepare for battle, Aengus let out an amused chuckle.

"What are you bracing yourselves for? Like I said, I have no time to waste on you. You are not worthy."

"Arrogant child!"

They roared in fury, rushing toward Aengus while unleashing their Darkness Laws, forming massive dark spears that streaked toward him with the intent to annihilate.

But Aengus had already begun his transformation. His body grew in size, his very presence towering like a primordial force. In his grasp, Aegis, his colossal greatsword, expanded to a size rivaling mountains.

With a single, unyielding motion, he raised his blade high—and then, with annihilative resolve, buried it deep into the planet beneath him with his full might.

"Begone."

At his command, the very fabric of the planet trembled. Fissures split open like the cracks of a dying world, and devastating energy surged downward, consuming the planet from within.

The cultists' hearts froze in sheer terror, a primal instinct warning them of impending doom.

Then, before they could even react—

"KA-BOOOOOOM!"

A catastrophic explosion unlike any other erupted from the planet's core.

The dark world, once a bastion of evil, was obliterated in a matter of seconds.

Hundreds of millions of evil seekers perished instantly, their bodies reduced to nothing in an apocalyptic detonation akin to a dying star.

Flames and magma intertwined with blood and ash, painting a scene of absolute destruction. The once-mighty dark stronghold had been reduced to a smoldering wasteland, the very essence of its existence erased in mere moments.

From within the swirling inferno, Aengus emerged, his colossal form towering over the ruins like an unstoppable force of nature. His gaze, cold and indifferent, swept across the desolation.

Yet, even in the face of such devastation, six figures rose from the wreckage.

The six elder cultists, their bodies broken and crumbling, stitched themselves back together using the Darkness Law. Their twisted forms reassembled, barely holding together, their very existence now an abomination of dark energy.

Aengus, unmoved, observed them for a moment before speaking.

"So you've survived. It's no surprise. Darkness Law truly is powerful after all."

His voice carried no praise—only cold certainty.

"But it will not save you forever."

His words seeped into their very souls like the whispers of death itself.

The elders, once proud and confident in their power, now trembled in silent terror. Their spirits—though still bound to the Darkness—were already crushed as they looked up at the colossal being before them, one whose presence felt more like a deity than a mere man.

"Spare—"

Before they could complete their sentence, their forms were suddenly sucked into a massive black hole that appeared above their heads.

Even in their final moments, they seemed confused by the sudden appearance of an Eater.

But it was not only them who were devoured—the planet's rich raw essence was consumed as well.

Aengus' power surged, pushing him significantly closer to the next step beyond Nebula Dominator, at least physically and in terms of innate abilities.

However, to reach the Black Hole level in terms Laws, he would need to surpass the limit of 100% comprehension—a secret yet to be unveiled.

Still, Laws were not the main source of his strength. His Unique Skills were more than enough—for now.

Aengus turned his gaze upon his subordinates, who were engaged in battles across multiple worlds at once.

The Divine-Class battleship was proving to be an Annihilator, causing mayhem and chaos for the evil seekers. It destroyed entire dark star systems in a single annihilative shot—like a Supernova.

The battle spread far and wide, and the Kievan Empire was avenging their loved ones.