Chapter 501: The Torn Page

Ace was following when he suddenly felt the aura ahead was somewhat familiar. The one confronting Dorkabach was none other than the City Builder, Ronamos.

“Without a doubt, He is already a Demi-god. Achieving Demigod status in just a hundred years, the City Builder is indeed formidable. But this aura?”

Ace’s expression was solemn. He felt the uniqueness of that aura. He had seen it many times—the aura of the River of Fate!

White light bloomed in his eyes. Staring at the script in Ronamos’s hand, he thought to himself: “The so-called script is a pre-arranged performance. And our lives are sometimes like a strange stage play, where everyone takes the stage in full makeup. So the Drama Domain can lead to Fate?”

For a moment, greed rose in Ace’s heart. How could it not? This was Fate. Even if it was just tainted with a part of the possibility, it was extremely powerful and had immense potential.

Although greed arose, Ace also understood the principle that fortune and misfortune are self-invited. He observed quietly from the side, assessing the situation.

The white light in his eyes shone brightly as he stared carefully at the two approaching figures, attempting to replicate a bit of the possible power of fate.

The projection of the Prince of the Abyss, hundreds of meters tall, constantly approached Ronamos. Faint music began to play. Like a sudden jump cut, he instantly appeared beside Ronamos and sent Him flying with a punch.

Ronamos couldn’t dodge in time and was hit squarely. He tumbled several times in the air before finally stopping.

The gradually rising music suddenly became hurried, seemingly urging or warning about something. Ace’s eyes flickered with white light as he hid nearly thirty miles away from the two great existences. His concealment wasn’t powerful, but the two existences were busy fighting, and no one noticed him.

The script in Ronamos’s hand emitted a faint red light. It was very hot, making His hand somewhat red and swollen.

“Its Bad. He didn’t follow the script from the start. Fortunately, there is still time. I just need to dodge once…”

Bang!

A fist arrived first despite being launched later, hitting Ronamos directly, sending Him tumbling continuously in the air. Thanks to the divine power blessing of the Goddess of Elegance, He wasn’t seriously injured.

Ace observed Ronamos, very puzzled as to why He neither counterattacked nor defended. Clearly, His speed and reaction were inferior to the opponent’s. Why did He insist on dodging?

Just as Ace grew more puzzled, he saw Ronamos finally seize an opportunity to narrowly dodge a heavy blow, only to be whipped into the sky by a tentacle from behind the Prince of the Abyss’s projection.

Ronamos looked excited. The script in His hand shone brilliantly. He took the opportunity to throw the script and flew towards the sky with all His might, chanting at the same time:

“The curtain has risen, the characters take the stage in full makeup. This is our stage. In this Dream Theater, everything follows the script.”

Boom!

A huge circular grand theater descended from the sky amidst the brilliant light transformed from the script, instantly smashing into the projection of the Prince of the Abyss. Dorkabach’s projection couldn’t react in time and was directly hit by the dazzling grand theater, disappearing instantly.

Ronamos also leaped into the grand theater like a fish entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Ace only saw the grand theater shrouded in mist. It seemed the threads of fate had been plucked, but the mystery of the theater was too high for Ace to see through.

He gritted his teeth and approached carefully. Thirteen Star Noble Phantasms appeared simultaneously, transforming into a Calamity Sword held in his left hand. His power also rose to Eternal Epic at this moment.

Inside the grand theater, it had turned into a vast colosseum. Ronamos was struggling to tangle with the projection of the Prince of the Abyss, Dorkabach. He counterattacked from time to time. With every strike, a passage of passionate music sounded. At the same time, brilliant light flashed and disappeared.

Dorkabach’s projection was also gradually shrouded in brilliant light. That light turned into threads, sinking into His body and vanishing.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, Ronamos suddenly bowed slightly and announced loudly: “Act One has ended. Actors, please exit.”

Both the grand theater and the colosseum vanished into smoke, as if they had never appeared.

Ace looked thoughtful. He heard Ronamos’s words. Without a doubt, this drama inevitably led to something. The power Ronamos mastered was unique, but it must have its rules.

As a chaotic Demon of the Abyss, although Dorkabach’s projection was a Prince, His thinking could not be judged by common logic—or rather, He had no thought at all—and charged straight at Ronamos.

A white light erupted from Ronamos’s body, transforming into “Graceful Binding.” Lines of white energy wrapped around the Prince of the Abyss’s projection, immobilizing Him for a moment.

Ronamos was in no hurry to step forward and attack. instead, He stood quietly to the side. The script had appeared in His hand again at some point. The power of fate became denser and denser. Ace could almost feel that binding; everything was leading to a certain possibility!

Fear flashed in Ace’s eyes. He felt this power was too weird. What exactly caused fate to gradually lock on?

The battle continued. Dorkabach eventually broke free from the binding, but in Ace’s eyes, the aura of fate on Him was even thicker. Not only that, a strong misfortune also gradually manifested.

The grand theater descended again. The two fought inside for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, the theater dissipated. Ronamos held the script high, radiant with spirit: “This is Act Three, and also the finale. Following the guidance of the script is precisely the destiny of the actor.”

A heart-shaped emblem suddenly appeared in front of Ronamos. Holding the emblem, He charged at Dorkabach. Light bloomed. Dorkabach seemed unable to control Himself and crashed straight into the emblem. Instantly, everything turned pink.

Just then, the sky suddenly seemed like an inverted sea. A burly Sea Giant appeared abruptly. He reached out to tear open the emblem and liberate Dorkabach’s projection.

Ronamos had consumed most of His divine power. Seeing this, He was shocked: “Holiness Pontos, how dare you do this?”

Pontos did not answer. He grabbed the emblem forcefully, intending to tear it open. The emblem had already formed a curtain wrapping the demon, seeming about to mutate, when it was grabbed by Pontos.

Thoth’s voice flashed past Ace’s ears: “Ace, sever Pontos’s arm, or the situation in Salia will be out of control!”

In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Ace’s mind. He finally teleported to the center of the battlefield. The calamity sword erupted with the aura of slaughter and ominousness, and starlight shone brilliantly.

He shouted loudly: “I am a Star Creature from the Seat of the Calamity Sword. Today, I am ordered to slay evil and punish wickedness.”

With one slash, the divine arm was severed cleanly. Pontos screamed in pain but dared not act rashly.

Ronamos also rushed forward to tangle with Pontos. He tried to flip the script in His hand but was hit on the arm by Pontos’s trident. The script was damaged and flew out.

Ace was quick-eyed and deft-handed. At this moment, he grabbed a falling torn page and kept it into his mental imagery world.

Then he held the calamity sword high. The star power flourished, actually bursting with brilliant light and knocking Pontos away. Having snatched the Semi-Divine Noble Phantasm “Torn Page of Ronamos’s Script,” he felt extremely guilty. With a flash, he left the battlefield and disappeared.

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