The Omnipotent System-Chapter 244: An Unknown Entity 1

Then—

The shadows moved.

FWOOOOOM!

A shockwave rippled through the chamber, sending dust and debris flying. The ground cracked, a deep shudder running through the dungeon as something massive stirred.

A presence.

Cold. Ancient. Overwhelming.

Then—

A voice.

No—not a voice.

A presence.

It slithered through the mind. Crawling. Twisting. Laughing.

"Ahhh… mortals."

Kieran's stomach turned.

That voice wasn't heard—it was felt.

Arianna's eyes narrowed slightly. "Took you long enough."

THOOM.

The walls pulsed. The floor shifted.

And then—

It appeared.

A thing of shadows and writhing void. No distinct form, no flesh—just emptiness, bending and twisting into something that shouldn't be.

It loomed above them, its presence suffocating. The air itself seemed to recoil from it, as if reality itself was trying to reject its existence.

Then—

It smiled.

A jagged, crooked grin carved itself into the darkness, stretching wider than should be possible.

"Entertain me."

Then—

BOOOOOOOOOM!

The dungeon collapsed into chaos.

Kieran barely had time to react before the entire world shifted.

The ground disintegrated beneath them. Not shattered. Not cracked. Just… ceased to exist. Kieran's stomach lurched as gravity betrayed him, the entire party plummeting into the abyss below.

For a heartbeat, there was nothing but darkness.

Then—

FWOOOSH!

A blur of silver shot past Kieran. Jameson. His sword gleamed in the void, the only point of light in the descent.

Then came Jack's laughter, wild and unfazed. "Now this is interesting!"

Elamenor twisted mid-air, eyes flashing. His muscles tensed—then—

BOOM!

He vanished. A shockwave erupted beneath him as he kicked the air itself, rocketing sideways.

Kieran barely had time to process it before his own descent slowed. A sharp tug—his Phantom Reaper's Cloak responding to his will, catching the currents of the abyss. His feet found ground—no, not ground. Something solid, but shifting, like standing on frozen waves.

Then—

Arianna landed.

She didn't slow her fall. Didn't brace herself. She simply stepped down as if gravity meant nothing to her, the abyss itself bending to accommodate her presence.

Kieran swallowed hard.

Erren landed last, her interface flickering violently. "This… isn't a dungeon anymore."

She was right.

The space around them twisted unnaturally. They were no longer in the dungeon's carved stone halls. They stood within a void of shifting masses—floating platforms, impossible staircases, and twisting structures made of pure absence. The air crackled with an energy Kieran couldn't describe, like the remnants of something that once was.

And looming above them—

The Entity.

Its form rippled, shifting between shapes—humanoid, monstrous, infinite. That grin remained, jagged and wrong.

Kieran's pulse pounded.

"This thing," he muttered, "isn't just a boss."

Arianna exhaled. "No."

Then—

The Entity moved.

No sound. No warning.

Just—

FWOOOOOM!

A tendril of pure void lashed forward.

Kieran barely had time to react before—

SHINK!

Jameson intercepted. His blade flickered—once, twice—cutting through the darkness. The severed tendril dissipated into nothing, but the Entity didn't flinch.

Instead, it laughed.

Low. Cold. Amused.

And then—

"BEGIN."

Reality collapsed.

—

Kieran's mind reeled as the battlefield twisted. His feet found shifting platforms of unknown material, his surroundings warping unpredictably.

A flash of silver—Jameson moved, striking first. His blade left afterimages in the air, slicing through the void with impossible precision.

Jack followed, launching himself forward, fist crackling with black lightning.

Elamenor grinned. "Guess I'll warm up." He blurred—vanishing, then reappearing above the Entity, fists poised to strike.

Erren's interface flared. "Adjusting combat analysis—"

But the Entity—

The Entity did not care.

Its form expanded—shadows stretching outward, engulfing the battlefield in pure darkness.

And then—

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Everything exploded.

—

Kieran barely registered the notifications flooding his vision.

[UNKNOWN ENTITY: PHASE ONE INITIATED]

[NEW PARAMETERS DETECTED]

[ERROR: ANALYSIS UNAVAILABLE]

He clenched his jaw.

This wasn't just another dungeon boss.

This was something else.

Something worse.

And they were already in too deep.

No turning back now.

FWOOOOOM!

Kieran's body tensed as the air itself shook. The sheer force of the Entity's presence pressed down on him, a crushing weight that threatened to smother his very existence.

Yet—he moved.

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SHINK!

His blade flashed, carving a crescent arc through the darkness. The Entity shifted, its form flickering—one moment solid, the next, nothing but a distorted afterimage. Kieran's strike passed through empty space.

Then—

A hand. A claw.

Emerging from the void behind him.

Too fast—

CLANG!

Jameson was there. His sword met the attack, the impact sending out a shockwave that bent reality itself. The Entity's claw retracted, undeterred.

Jack, cackling, lunged straight into the chaos. His fist, crackling with black lightning, collided with the Entity's form—only for his expression to twist in surprise.

SPLATTER.

His arm passed through the creature, like striking liquid shadow. The darkness clung to him, twisting, constricting.

"Tch—" Jack tried to pull back, but—

SSSSSHHHHHHKKK—

The darkness moved. It spread across his arm, tendrils snapping toward his face.

Jack snarled, his entire body crackling—

BOOOOOOOM!

A detonation of black lightning. The tendrils shrieked, recoiling like living things. Jack staggered back, clicking his tongue.

"That's new," he muttered.

Kieran's mind raced. The Entity wasn't just attacking—it was reacting. Learning. Adapting.

Elamenor landed next, his presence a sudden weight in the battlefield. His golden eyes gleamed as he clenched his fists. "Alright," he exhaled. "My turn."

He vanished.

No blur. No sound. Just—gone.

Then—

CRACK!

A shockwave. Above the Entity.

Elamenor descended, fist-first, a force of pure destruction.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

The impact split the void itself. Fractures rippled outward, distorting the battlefield. Platforms shattered. Space bent.

The Entity's form collapsed beneath the strike—

But then—

It laughed.

The grin widened.

And—

FWOOOOOOOOSH!

Elamenor's entire arm sank into the darkness. Before he could react—

It dragged him in.

"Tsk." Arianna moved.

No hesitation.

She lifted a single hand. A flick of her fingers—

SSSSSHHHHKKKK—

The darkness around Elamenor froze. Not physically—conceptually. As if time itself refused to let the Entity claim him.

Arianna's voice was calm. Distant. "You're getting too greedy."

With a snap, the darkness shattered, releasing Elamenor. He flipped back, scowling.

"Annoying bastard," he muttered.

Erren's fingers danced across her interface. "Analysis still failing, but I've isolated a pattern," she called out. "It's not attacking randomly—it's responding."

Kieran's eyes narrowed.

Then—

A flicker.

The Entity shifted.

No movement. No warning.

Just—

It was suddenly in front of him.

Kieran barely had time to react.

That grin loomed over him.

"Entertain me more."

Then—

The void swallowed him.

—

Darkness.

It wasn't just the absence of light.

It was the absence of existence.

Kieran felt himself unraveling, his body losing cohesion, his thoughts scattering like dust in the wind.

A voice—no, a presence—whispered.

"You are not enough."

Something pressed against his mind.

A hunger.

A demand.

To cease.

To become part of the void.

Kieran gritted his teeth.

No.

Not like this.

Something deep inside him snapped.

His fingers clenched.

His mind focused.

And then—

A spark.

FWOOSH!

The void around him shuddered.

A pulse of power erupted from his core—his Phantom Reaper's Cloak reacting, rejecting the Entity's grasp.

Kieran moved.

The void broke.

And—

He was back.

THOOOOOM!

The battlefield trembled. Kieran landed on a crumbling platform, his breath heavy, but his eyes—

Sharp.

The Entity tilted its head.

Amused.

Intrigued.

"…Interesting."

Kieran exhaled. His grip on his weapon tightened.

No hesitation.

No fear.

"Let's finish this."

Then—

He attacked.