Chapter 918: The Seven Great Magic Treasures of the Emperor of the Void, Absolutely Ridiculous
'The Emperor of the Void.'
Ren rolled the title over in his mind, sifting through the fragmented memories he possessed regarding the entity. The shards of information he held were sparse, yet every single syllable screamed of absolute, overwhelming power.
To put it in the simplest terms, this being was a god presiding from the absolute zenith—the Supreme Emperor of the Void Heaven. He was an entity that casually stepped over the boundaries of time, dimensions, and all known realms., the Seven Great Magic Treasures wielded by this Emperor served as the ultimate aegis protecting the world of the Foundation. Even when placed among the terrifying roster of Supreme Divinities, the Emperor stood at the absolute apex.
The deeper descriptions recorded in the lore were almost too broad to grasp, bordering on the philosophical. The Supreme Emperor of the Void Heaven was described as a deity reigning over the exact boundary line between reality and fantasy. Everything above him was absolute truth; everything below him was mere fiction.
To an existence like that, the so-called 'extraordinary beings'or'primordial gods'that ruled over multiverses were nothing more than frogs trapped at the bottom of a very small well, blissfully ignorant of their own insignificance. Within the domain of'truth,' nothing could ever truly surpass the absolute narrative layer and the reality that encompassed it.
Ancient civilizations often fantasized about an ultimate, extraordinary idea—a prime mover that drove the very operation of existence. The Emperor of the Void served as the fictitious embellishment of that exact idea. He was the ultimate idol of these concepts, the absolute end of all traceability, the final confusing paradox of thought. He was the mask obscuring the true 'One' behind the curtain. Aside from the One itself, any concept used to describe the Emperor, any model constructed to measure him, was nothing but a clumsy, flawed imitation.
Ren rubbed his temples, letting out a long, slow exhale. His knowledge regarding the SCP Foundation's setting for the Emperor of the Void stopped right about there.
If he had his feelings on the matter, he could only admit one thing.
'I have absolutely no idea what any of that actually means.'
The sheer scale of the description made it impossible to accurately gauge the Emperor's true combat strength. However, one brutal fact remained crystal clear: the Emperor of the Void was vastly, overwhelmingly stronger than him.
The Black King had managed to completely obscure the gaze of infinite destiny simply by recording a tiny fraction of information regarding the Emperor. That alone proved the Emperor was an entity far beyond Ren's current infinite multi-verse status.
This realization naturally sparked a new, burning question in his mind.
"I wonder..." Ren muttered, tapping his chin. "Is the Emperor of the Void stronger, or does the Lord of Transcendence take the crown?"
Since he could not drag both of them into a room and force them to fight, the question would remain unanswered. Shrugging, he tossed the meaningless thought to the back of his mind. There was no point stressing over beings he could not even perceive yet.
Right now, Ren was far more interested in the concrete data the Black King had left behind. Specifically, the detailed records concerning the Seven Great Magic Treasures of the Emperor of the Void.
The ancient texts hovered in his mind, glowing with an ethereal, imposing light.
Creation Sub-Formation: 'If an alien enters this heaven, he will surely be bound by the formation, residing in the guest position, obeying the main path. Its essence, transformed by its law, must conform to the principles of this world.'Infinite Dream Pagoda:'This pagoda layers upon layers, endlessly pushing and folding. Even if there are so-called metaphysical narratives, skilled in breaking boundaries and ascending, they will ultimately wander within it, unable to escape.'Equality Ruler:'An immeasurable kalpa is but a flick of a finger, and a flick of a finger is an immeasurable kalpa. Small and large are indistinguishable, self and object are inseparable, all dharmas are close, measurements are confounded, nine returns to one, and all things converge.'Word-Reversing Fate Flag:'If these disciples truly wish to corrupt karma, and engage in wanton depravity, then the spirit flag will swiftly rise, revolve and control, step by step establish its position, greatly shielding them from behind, to form a path of no return, reversing their spiritual words, and guiding them back to their predetermined fate.'Immeasurable Returning deep Whisk:'If their sins are unforgivable, you all may wave this whisk, brush away the remnants of evil deeds in the vast expanse of an inch of earth, and whisk away the dust of immeasurable kalpas from the threads of karma, so that no mustard seed can prove their existence in the world.'Time-Varying Deduction Number:'Great creation must not be limited to a single state of time. The great void is inherently in motion, all things are renewed. This deduction number generates thousands of transformations, exhausting the wonders of divine mechanisms, continuously changing endlessly.'True Supreme Discourse Edict:'Once sacrificed, it can summon the people of the True Supreme, the Lord of Deduction, to the residence of the former jester, to break falsehoods with the fist of truth and argue the strength of the original path.'
Ren stared at the glowing texts in absolute silence. The corners of his eyes twitched.
The descriptions were wrapped in such thick layers of deep, mystical prose that they sounded like ancient scriptures. However, relying on his past life's knowledge of the SCP Foundation's meta-narrative bullshit, he easily stripped away the flowery language to reveal their true, direct effects.
Creation Sub-Formation: It forcibly dragged the opponent into the Foundation's specific worldview, binding them to its rules.
Infinite Dream Pagoda: It locked any linear narrative into a continuously multiplying, nested, closed-loop infinite box. No matter how much an enemy 'ascended,' they were mathematically reduced to a value of one.
Equality Ruler: It completely hijacked the measurement scale of reality, forcing both sides of a conflict to operate under the exact same power unit. A forced equalizer.
Word-Reversing Fate Flag: It literally set a narrative 'flag,' forcing the opponent onto a predetermined, inescapable track of fate.
Immeasurable Returning deep Whisk: It completely erased the target's informational interference from the entire universe. A total conceptual wipe.
Time-Varying Deduction Number: The ultimate plot armor. The underlying 'setting' of the user would continuously self-improve and adapt to counter any threat.
True Supreme Discourse Edict: It summoned the actual, real-world authors to physically gang up on the enemy.
Ren massaged his face, letting out a dry, hollow laugh. Every single one of these magic treasures was more absurdly heaven-defying than the last.
But that final one... the True Supreme Discourse Edict. What kind of completely unhinged effect was that? Summoning the real-world authors to jump the enemy? Calling it 'heaven-defying'was a massive understatement. It was outright cheating on a metaphysical level.'Then again, that was just the SCP lore from my previous life,'Ren rationalized, trying to calm his racing thoughts.'Now that these things might actually exist as tangible magic treasures, they shouldn't be quite that ridiculous... right?'
He wasn't entirely convinced by his own logic. Worse yet, the Black King's records did not merely list the existence of these items. The most critical, heart-stopping piece of information hidden within the data was a simple fact: The Seven Great Magic Treasures of the Emperor of the Void had already appeared in this world.
"What is this?" Ren muttered, his mouth twitching in sheer disbelief. "Am I supposed to turn into Sun Wukong and go hunting for the seven Dragon Balls now?"
There was no denying the intense allure these items held. Getting his hands on even one of them would be an unimaginable boost to his arsenal. Unfortunately, the Black King's records were infuriatingly vague. There were no coordinates, no timestamps, no hints whatsoever regarding when or where these treasures would manifest.
Attempting to track them down across the endless expanse of the myriad worlds was worse than searching for a needle in a haystack; it was like looking for a specific grain of sand in a desert spanning multiple dimensions.
"Forget it. If fate allows it, they will cross my path," Ren decided, waving a hand dismissively.
Treasures of that caliber, items belonging to the Emperor of the Void, were not things you could just stumble upon by actively looking. They chose their owners, or they appeared when the narrative demanded it.
Besides, he had far more pressing concerns to worry about right now.
With entities like the Black King and the Emperor of the Void suddenly making their presence known, what about the rest of the Supreme Divinities? Setting aside the ones weaker than the Black King, there were still several terrifying existences floating around out there that stood on the exact same level as the Emperor of the Void.
"Tsk. This universe is about to turn into a chaotic mess," Ren clicked his tongue, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
He needed to brace himself. A massive wave of unmatched challenges was clearly looming on the horizon. The absolute highest priority on his list was finding the key to his next stage of advancement. He had a faint inkling of how to proceed, a rough theory forming in the back of his mind, but it required actual field testing.
"Hoo..."
Exhaling deeply, Ren forcefully cleared his mind of all unnecessary distractions. He raised his hand, his fingers glowing with the deep light of the laws of infinite destiny. With a casual, sweeping motion, he thoroughly refined and devoured every last trace of the Black King's remaining essence.
He absorbed the energy smoothly, though he barely felt a ripple in his core. As expected, at his current level, the raw power increase from consuming the remnants was entirely negligible.
Without a backward glance, Ren turned and stepped out of the Thousand Lakes dimension.
Behind him, the vast, eerie expanse of the Thousand Lakes began to shimmer, dissolving into nothingness like a fading mirage. The Supreme Divinity known as the Black King was completely, peacefully erased from existence. The impending crisis of absolute destruction that had threatened this world was quietly averted.
Standing under the normal sky once more, Ren stretched his arms overhead, a relaxed, easygoing smile returning to his face.
"Well," he murmured to the empty air, "they should be pretty satisfied with this outcome, right?"
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