Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

From where Aengus had just stood; he was nowhere to be seen.

He had vanished without a trace.

This wasn't Space Law, nor was it some mere stealth technique. This was something far beyond their understanding.

"Where did he go?" one of the Black Hole Dominators muttered, scanning the void with narrowed eyes.

Despite their immense perception, despite their mastery over laws, they couldn't sense him.

"Hah! I told you—he's just a rat! He ran away like a coward!"

A monstrous figure grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice as he turned his gaze toward the Kievan soldiers.

"No matter. If he's not here, we'll take our revenge on his pathetic subjects instead."

A dark, oppressive aura spread across the battlefield. Despair crept into the hearts of the Kievans.

Then—Suddenly

"RIPPLE."

The very fabric of space trembled. A strange, unnatural force distorted reality itself.

As the Black Hole Dominators turned their gazes upward, their souls froze.

Above them, staring down from the Void—

A single, massive eye had materialized.

An eye darker than the darkness itself.

Its sheer size rivaled entire star systems.

Slowly the full figure of the entity revealed Itself.

As the monstrous void-shrouded figure fully emerged, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

For the weaker beings, it was nothing but a flickering shadow. A vague presence that existed beyond their comprehension.

But for the powerful ones—the Black Hole Dominators—they saw it clearly.

A vast, infinite like entity.

The Monarch of Void.

The suffocating confidence the Dark Cultists once carried shattered.

"He… He has the Primordial Law of Void!"

A scream of pure panic echoed among them.

"This is bad! This is extremely bad!"

"Impossible! How can anyone wield the Law of Void? That's a power that predates even creation itself!"

"Just… Who is he?!"

The realization struck them harder than any battle ever could.

Even the Dark Sovereign's origin paled in comparison to what they now faced.

"What should we do?"

"What else?! He's coming for us! There's no room for negotiations—if we hesitate, we die!"

A grim silence ensued.

Then a solemn voice warned, "But be careful! Do not touch him. The moment you do—your existence will be erased."

The others nodded cautiously, their expressions turning grim.

But one of them refused to accept it.

"Nonsense! I'll devour him myself!"

"ROOOOOOAAAAARRRR!"

A massive four-legged, star-sized Darkness Beast charged forward.

Like an unstoppable black hole, it tore through space itself, its overwhelming force distorting the battlefield.

"Darkness is supreme. I will prove it."

With pure arrogance, it lunged at Aengus' Void Form—

—completely unaware that it had just sealed its fate.

Just as the Darkness Beast neared the Monarch of Void, an unnatural tremor shook through its entire being.

It hadn't even touched the Void yet—and still, something was wrong.

A dreadful, horrifying realization struck deep into its very essence.

Something was pulling it in. He hadn't touched it yet, he could feel his very essence was started to being drawn in by the Monarch Of Void.

Not physically.

Not through force.

But at a level beyond existence itself.

It felt as though its very concept—its identity—was being erased.

A deep, guttural roar of defiance erupted from its massive frame.

"ROOOOAAAARRRR! YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"

Desperation surged through the beast.

It unleashed the full force of its Darkness Law, a surge so vast that entire constellations trembled.

The sheer weight of its power shook the galaxy itself.

But then—the Monarch of Void moved.

Reality itself collapsed in response.

After that the Darkness Beast was no more. He was devoured completely, without leaving a trace.

"What an idiot!" his companions muttered, shaking their heads.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Right after that, they disappeared from the battlefield without a second thought.

Even they weren't sure if they had the courage to face him, even if they combined their strength.

They fled. Or at least, they tried to.

Aengus moved at light-year speed per second, slowly devouring them one by one.

Seeing this, the doubtful soldiers and evil seekers stood frozen in shock.

What just happened?

"Did the Mighty Black Hole Dominators—the known peak existence of the Primal Realm—just try to flee with their tails between their legs?"

The very thought was unthinkable.

The Kievan soldiers, who had once harbored doubts, stood speechless at the revelation of their Emperor's true power.

How foolish they had been.

How blind.

To compare their mighty Emperor with those cowards.

He was not just an Emperor.

He was a God.

And from that moment on, they no longer followed him out of duty—They began to worship him.

As Aengus devoured his enemies, his strength and mana capacity soared, making him even more powerful.

At last, he stopped after devouring fifty or so Black Hole Dominators, while the others managed to escape by sheer luck.

Aengus wasn't satisfied for some this.

His level had risen to 9,000, bringing him one step closer to the next rank—if such a rank even existed.

From what he knew so far, Black Hole Powerhouses were the peak of the Primal Realm.

Beyond that, he had no knowledge yet.

Yet, something told him otherwise.

There was a possibility that beings beyond Black Hole still existed, hidden from the world of the living.

For powerhouses of their caliber, an ordinary life would become meaningless—boring.

Or perhaps, somewhere in the vast unknown, they were striving for power beyond their ranks.

Who knew?

That's why Aengus was not satisfied.

He needed more. More resources. More strength.

And where would he find such a rich, concentrated source of Darkness Essence other than the Dark Region.

The very domain where evil thrived.

Here, he could go on devour everything—without hesitation.

Without sympathy. Without remorse.

So he did.

In his human form, Aengus stood before the Primals and Kievans, his presence commanding absolute attention.

"Brave warriors of Kievan, today, they have fled. But we shall not stop here—not until we erase their traces completely.

Today, we will make history.

We shall erase the Dark Region from the face of the Primal Realm.

We will be heroes, and your names shall be etched in history.

So we must continue our march!"

Aengus declared, his voice echoing with unwavering authority, ignoring the fanatic, worshipful gazes of his soldiers.

"Your wish is our command, Emperor! We serve to please!"

Their resolute voices echoed with thunderous unison, their spirits soaring at the prospect of waging a historic war.