The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 70: Spoils of War (2) (Part 1)

Truthfully—

I hadn’t planned to use [Predation – S+] on Avarus.

Unlike the Beast Legion Commander, the Lycanthrope, Avarus was still, at his core, a human.

Just a deranged alchemist.

That grotesquely twisted mass of flesh was merely the result of alchemical experiments—not some genetic trait that caused mutation.

Which meant, in theory, I wouldn’t gain any new abilities by using [Predation – S+] on him.

It would’ve just left a bad taste in my mouth.

But now—this Avarus was different.

Because unlike in my previous life, he had consumed the Elixir of Infinity.

And according to his own admission, that elixir had been crafted using the Authority of the Monarch of the Abyss as a key ingredient.

By ingesting that elixir, Avarus had absorbed the very Authority of Infinity itself.

It was through that power he gained the ability to wield the absurd dimensional barrier known as the Infinite Labyrinth.

So then—

If I could devour Avarus’s heart with [Predation – S+], wouldn’t I be able to obtain that power too?

Just as I absorbed the genetic traits of the Monarch of Beasts through the Lycanthrope… couldn’t I now do the same with the Authority of the Monarch of the Abyss?

With that in mind, I activated [Predation – S+] on Avarus—

◆ You have devoured the genetic code of entity ‘Z’thulonak’! ◆

—Only to be greeted not with Avarus’s name, but an unfamiliar one: Z’thulonak.

Z’thulonak.

A bizarre name. The kind no kingdom on the continent would ever use.

In other words, one I had never heard before.

And just as anticipation and uncertainty swirled within me—

【la’nak fhtagn ■■’nashack】
【Zhai, ng’gha tharan doey ‘yog-Sath】

—A whisper slithered into my ear.

A side effect of [Predation – S+].

But this madness felt… different from before.

It wasn’t simply overwhelming—it was incomprehensible.

【Azh ia’nak fhtagn ■■’nashak.】

Yet I knew, instinctively, that this was the voice of the Monarch of the Abyss.

Which meant…

The power I was absorbing now—was none other than the Authority held by the Monarch of the Abyss himself.

A level of power I had never even dared dream of in my past life.

And now it seeped into my very being—

SSSSAAA—AAA—AAAH!

The colors and sounds of the world twisted and warped around me.

As I gazed into the depths, into something far beyond comprehension, my mind was instantly contaminated.

◆ [Player’s Will – EX] resists an indescribable, eldritch fear! ◆

Gradually—slowly but surely—my sanity began to return.

【Zhai’oth nog n’gha vulgtm ehye.】
【Nglui l’ ah nafh Yog-shoggoth.】
【wgah’nagl, r’luhhor shoggoth fhtagn.】

But the whispers kept coming.

Like waves—endless, unrelenting, crashing upon the shores of my mind.

I couldn’t make sense of a single word.

And yet… each whisper carried the essence of horror, despair, and lunacy—enough to shake the very foundation of my soul.

The whispering grew more intense.

Terror slithered around me like tendrils from the abyss, wrapping tightly around my body.

My vision warped. A heavy pulse beat in my ears. It felt like coarse sand scraping across my skin. I tasted something metallic and foul, like droplets of spoiled water.

Everything was distorting.

My senses cracked and bent out of shape.

The contours of the world collapsed—and then—

【And yet, the reason they still call me Hero… is probably because I killed a god.】

A surreal hallucination unfolded before me—swallowing my entire reality.

God.
An infinite being of omniscient and omnipotent power.

But the gods were never kind to mankind.
They sought only chaos and ruin.
In that sense, they were no different from demons.

I had faced death more times than I could count.
And in the end—I struck a god down.

The god perished.
The people rejoiced.
Peace was restored.

But then a question began gnawing at me.

…Why?

Why did a god fall by my hand?

A god’s power is infinite.

Omniscient—knowing all.
Omnipotent—capable of all.

So how could an infinite being be slain by a finite existence like me?

Death.

Does the concept of death… surpass the power of infinity itself?

But can anything even surpass the infinite?

Infinite.

Infinity is boundless.
Not just “very large,” but something that endlessly expands with no limits.

That’s why all infinities—no matter their apparent “size”—are considered equal.

Let’s imagine a tavern with infinite tables—call it the [Infinite Pub].

If an infinite number of guests arrived at this [Infinite Pub], could it accommodate them?

Yes.
Because the number of tables is infinite.

Now, cut the number of tables in half.
Can the [Infinite Pub] still seat infinite guests?

Yes.
Because even half of infinity… is still infinity.

Now reduce the tables to one-tenth.
Still infinite guests?

Yes.

Even if reduced to one-thousandth, one-ten-thousandth—it doesn’t matter.

Even if we reduce it by one hundred million, one trillion, one quadrillion, one quintillion—the number of tables is still infinite.

Because no matter how much you divide infinity, it remains infinity.

That’s the nature of it.

Any infinity, if it truly is infinite, is always infinitely large.

Which means—if Death is infinite, and God is infinite…

Then the two infinities should be equal in magnitude.

…And yet, that wasn’t the case.

The infinity of death surpassed the infinity of godhood.

The god’s infinite existence was swallowed by the concept of death.

Which means…

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