Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

The news of the Supreme Devotees' defeat spread like wildfire across all sectors and the Darkest Domains of the Dark Region, causing mass panic and disbelief.

It was unthinkable.

A single empire—a measly, insignificant force—had waged an Extinction War against the entire Dark Domain… and was winning.

The shock wasn't limited to the Dark Region alone.

Nearby empires—from the Blue Moon Empire to the Xenia Domain—all caught wind of the unprecedented event.

For days, the news circulated, shaking the very foundations of the Primal Realm.

The Kievan Empire, once insignificant, had now become the topic of the century.

Just where did they find the courage?

And then, a name emerged—one that sent chills down the spines of all who heard it.

Emperor Zytherion.

A man of absolute power, a being whose might had shattered the heavens, a ruler who had slaughtered Black Hole Dominators as if they were mere insects.

Upon confirming the authenticity of the news, Emperor Kalix from the Blue Moon Empire rose from his throne, feeling all the air escape out of his lungs.

He, an insignificant Nebula Dominator, had been provoking the Kievan Empire all this time. How dare he?

Wasn't this just courting death?

"Your Majesty! Control yourself!" the Imperial adviser spoke, rising from his seat as well, though his face had paled with fear as well.

"Tell me, what should we do now? Wouldn't they take revenge on us for attacking their territory?" Emperor Kalix asked, trembling.

His eyes were desperate, trying to mediate the situation in any way possible. He didn't want to die—not now.

A man capable of slaughtering Black Hole Dominators from the Dark Region was no laughing matter.

He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against them—much less against this Zytherion.

"Maybe we should seek his forgiveness, Your Majesty? What do you say?" the old Imperial adviser suggested cautiously.

"But would he forgive us?" Emperor Kalix asked, uncertainty clouding his voice.

"I don't know for sure, Your Majesty. But from what we have gathered so far, he seems to be a kind and righteous person; someone willing to bet everything for his subjects. He is compassionate. Perhaps... he might be willing to forgive us."

Emperor Kalix's eyes regained their spirit.

"Yes, you're right. We will do as you suggest, but we must remain cautious as well," he muttered, settling back into his seat with a calmer mind.

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In a faraway galaxy…

"Your Divine Excellency, news of the man you've been searching for has arrived."

A tall angel, wielding a Heaven-Grade sword, announced loudly in a grand hall filled with golden luminance.

Numerous figures of light and divinity stood within the hall, their postures respectful as they faced the woman seated upon the radiant throne.

Draped in a flowing white dress, adorned with golden accessories and armor, she exuded an aura of both grace and overwhelming power.

Her smirk was confident, her demeanor cold.

Upon hearing the news, her lips curled into an amused smile, though her subordinates could feel the hidden chill beneath it.

She was a Divine Goddess of Beauty and Power—one whose mere words were absolute decrees to stars, constellations, and all living beings.

"So… ZERO is causing havoc once again."

Her voice was smooth, yet laced with a subtle edge of irritation.

"Where is he?Why can't I sense him?"

The Divine Goddess, with the face of Aria, muttered, as if displeased by the fact.

The tall angel before her answered cautiously,

"He was last seen in the Dark Region. It is extremely far from here. We managed to trace him only because of the recent fractures in space caused by his Void form—thanks to the Will of the Realm."

The Divine Goddess smiled strangely.

"The Dark Sovereign's foolish believers… They still exist? How naive can they be? Do they truly wish to remain slaves to that wretched creature for eternity?"

She scoffed, her tone laced with disdain.

"It was I who generously bestowed enlightenment upon the Dark Realm, granting them a path to salvation. Yet they still search for his return… How disappointing."

Her words carried an air of indifference, as if the fate of an entire civilization was nothing more than a trivial matter to her.

Hearing this, the expressions of her divine subordinates grew even more reverent.

For they stood in the presence of the Creation Goddess herself.

She was the Creator of all races, all beings, the universe itself—the very architect of life and matter.

She was the Creation Extremity.

Suddenly, the Divine Goddess felt a splitting headache pierce through her forehead.

Her golden eyes flickered, and a faint ripple of divine energy surged around her.

The hall trembled as if the universe itself was reacting to her distress.

Her subordinates tensed but dared not move without her command.

Clutching her temple, she let out a slow breath, her expression darkening.

"This… Again?" she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with irritation.

"How long are you going to struggle, little girl? Don't you get tired of it?"

As she asked, a voice answered within her mind, "As long as you don't let me out," Aria responded coldly.

"Haha, that's not possible currently. Wait till I get my full powers back. Then I will grant you your body, but in return—"

"In return, what?" Aria continued asked.

"In return, you have to tell me the whereabouts of your son. Don't forget how desperately you fought back to give birth to him and hide that vile spawn away."

"Never! Even if I die, I will never hand over my precious child to you. He is the living proof of our love," Aria responded with cold resolve, determined to carry out her promise until the last moment of her consciousness.

"It's really unfortunate, little girl. Why don't you understand? For the greater good, there should be no traces of that evil entity. I am doing this for everyone's sake."

"No, you're wrong. And stop calling me a little girl. You and I are one, and we both loved him wholeheartedly from the beginning. How can you forget? Without his Ruination Power, we wouldn't be safe, and life wouldn't exist. Infinite universes, realms, even us—none of it would have existed.

Why don't you realize you have been corrupted?" Aria asked, desperately trying to make her other self remember the truth.

"Hmph… You're wrong. He was stealing away my Creation Essence with his ugly clutches. He should be dead for trying to kill my precious child—my Creation. He is a true Fiend.

HE CANNOT EXIST. NEVER!"

Her voice rumbled, shaking the Primal Realm itself.