Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With the Cheating System-Chapter 532: Final Battle In The Multi Realm 8: Goodbye

The eyes of every being present, were drawn skyward. Their eyes widened seeing a single figure, bathed in an ethereal golden light, descending with an otherworldly grace, the very atmosphere around him thrumming with raw, untamed power.

"Micky!!" Jennifer cried out.

"Partner!" Drakon's boomed.

"My Lord!"

Havoc, Shenras, Campe, and Charon chorused in unison.

A subtle, yet undeniably confident smile touched Michael's lips as he briefly acknowledged the group. Then, his gaze, sharp and unwavering, settled upon the formidable figures of Typhon and Lapetus, the architects of the chaos that had gripped the realms for far too long.

""Hmm... So, it is you two who have been the source of such widespread discord and destruction for so many centuries,"" Michael stated, his voice calm.

He landed with effortless grace before his assembled Commanders and blades, while Reaper and Destroyers landed behind him.

*****Michael...? So, you are the one they speak of. I must admit, despite my initial skepticism, I am… impressed. To rise from such humble origins to become the Creator of realms, to stand at the very apex of power… truly a remarkable ascent.*****

Lapetus's voice resonant, holding a grudging note of admiration as his eyes remained fixed upon Michael.

****Why are you wasting precious moments in idle conversation? We should strike now, while he is within our grasp! We must avenge our mother!!**** Typhon hissed.

*****This entire situation is a direct consequence of your reckless impulsiveness, you imbecilic brute! If you had only heeded my word and waited for me, none of this would have transpired! And now you speak of avenging mother?*****

Lapetus scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain.

*****First, perhaps you should focus your limited intellect on the more immediate way to escape.***** He added, his gaze flicking nervously towards the seemingly unconcerned Michael.

""Escape...? That does sound rather… intriguing,"" Michael drawled, a hint of amusement playing on his lips, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.

""Very well then, by all means, feel free to attempt your escape.""

*****You actually believe that I am incapable of escaping if I so desired?***** Lapetus challenged, a flicker of his former arrogance momentarily resurfacing.

""I've given you my explicit permission. The stage is yours. Go!"" Michael gestured expansively, his expression a mask of nonchalance.

Lapetus hesitated for a fleeting moment, his gaze darting over his shoulder towards his enraged brother.

'*****This entire catastrophe rests squarely upon your shoulders. Your insatiable hunger for destruction has brought us to this precipice. If, against all odds, I manage to escape from the presence of this… Michael. I will devise a far more subtle and effective means of dealing with him. But for now, my sole priority is to remove myself from this situation.*****' He resolved inwardly, his mind already calculating the most advantageous route of retreat.

Before Typhon could unleash another torrent of furious invective, Lapetus vanished. One moment he stood there, the next he was gone.

****This…??**** Typhon stammered, his countless eyes widening in a mixture of disbelief, shock, and a dawning sense of profound betrayal.

""It appears your esteemed brother has decided to embrace my suggestion,"" Michael remarked, his teasing smile widening ever so slightly.

""Now then, Typhon, what will you do?""

****That craven, spineless coward!!**** Typhon roared, and transformed into his dragon form.

****I am no coward, you insignificant speck of dust!!****

The hundred heads bellowed in terrifying unison, their countless eyes, burning with incandescent fury, fixated upon the seemingly unperturbed Michael below.

****I have killed you once! And I assure you, with every fiber of my being, I can, and will, do it again!!!**** Typhon shrieked, his voice a discordant symphony of hatred and defiance.

Before Destroyers could unleash their devastating barrage of energy blasts, Michael raised a single hand, a silent but absolute command that instantly halted their advance.

""He is just a pig.""

Michael said, his voice calm.

****You dare to address me in such a manner, you pathetic insect?! You dare to call Typhon, the bringer of storms, a pig!!!****

The hundred maws of the enraged dragon opened wide, and from each one erupted a torrent of incandescent flames, a conflagration of unimaginable heat and destructive force, all converging upon the seemingly vulnerable figure of Michael.

BOOOOOM!!

The cataclysmic attacks slammed into an invisible barrier that shimmered into existence, deflecting the raging inferno with an almost casual ease.

Michael chuckled softly, a low, mirthless sound that only served to further inflame the monstrous dragon's wrath.

""So… Remarkably weak,"" Michael mused, a hint of genuine bewilderment in his tone. ""I find myself struggling to comprehend why I ever held even the slightest apprehension towards your power in the past.""

With a swift, almost nonchalant snap of his fingers, the raging inferno that had been unleashed upon him abruptly reversed its trajectory. The flames, now seemingly imbued with an even greater intensity, spun in a perfect 360-degree arc and hurtled back towards their origin, an incandescent wave of pure destruction.

****What?! This… This is impossible!**** Typhon roared in utter disbelief and dawning horror as his own devastating attack turned against him.

BOOOOOM!

The redirected flames slammed into his colossal form with brutal, concussive force, the impact throwing the massive dragon off his feet. He crashed heavily onto the scorched earth, his hundred heads snapping and hissing in a chaotic symphony of pain and confusion.

With a casual wave of his hand, Michael commanded the very elements. Colossal pillars of earth, jagged and unforgiving, erupted from the cracked and broken ground, their massive forms converging rapidly upon the downed titan, constricting his immense body and pinning him helplessly to the ravaged terrain.

****Release me, you insignificant speck of existence!!!**** Typhon bellowed in impotent rage, his struggles only serving to tighten the unyielding grip of the earth around him.

WHOOSH!!!

His furious roars abruptly ceased as a terrifying spectacle filled his countless eyes. An uncountable multitude of Supreme-Class swords materialized in the air around him, their razor-sharp tips glinting menacingly, each one aimed with deadly precision at the vulnerable gaps between his thick, seemingly impenetrable scales.

""Quiet down now.""

Michael said softly, tilting his head slightly to the side, his expression devoid of any emotion. He offered a small, almost imperceptible nod.

""Caught you.""

He stretched forth his hand, his gaze unwavering. With a sudden, decisive clench of his fist, Lapetus reappeared as if plucked from the void, materializing ten meters away. An unseen, irresistible force gripped his throat, choking off his gasp of surprise and cutting off his air supply.

Seeing Michael standing before him, his eyes radiating an immeasurable, almost godlike power, Lapetus's eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror.

*****How… how in the deepest abyss did you manage to locate me?!***** Lapetus choked out, his hands clawing uselessly at the invisible constriction around his neck, his face contorted in a silent scream.

""It wasn't particularly difficult,"" Michael replied, his voice utterly devoid of any hint of exertion or triumph.

He tightened his grip, and the invisible force crushing Lapetus's throat intensified, the pressure becoming unbearable.

*****If you… Dare to extinguish my existence… The very fabric of the realms… Will unravel and collapse! You have already… eliminated the three pillars… the foundational keystones of existence… toppling the first which is me… Will irrevocably shatter the delicate balance… And you… You yourself will suffer… Unimaginable consequences!!***** Lapetus gasped, his mind racing, desperately grasping at any semblance of leverage he could find.

The Michael before him was not the weak, insignificant mortal he had dismissed. This was a being of unimaginable power, a Supreme being who transcended even the loftiest heights of their understanding. How else could he have tracked him across the vast, star-strewn expanse of the galaxy, from the furthest reaches beyond the six realms, and brought him back in mere seconds? It was a feat that defied all logic and comprehension.

""Already anticipated that particular eventuality, and I have already identified those who are deemed worthy and capable to assume those crucial positions,"" Michael countered, his voice calm and dismissive, as if discussing a trivial matter.

*****This…*****

Lapetus's bravado finally shattered, replaced by a chilling wave of despair. With no other options remaining, he abandoned all pretense and resorted to abject pleading.

*****Supreme King… Please… I implore you… Grant me your divine forgiveness! Spare my wretched life! I swear upon the very essence of my being, I will never again set foot within the boundaries of the realms… Please… have mercy on me.*****

Michael raised a single eyebrow, a flicker of something akin to detached amusement in his eyes.

""I must confess,"" he said slowly, a hint of sardonic amusement in his tone, ""I do find a certain… Appeal in that.""

He released his telekinetic grip on Lapetus, and the former King of the Titans collapsed heavily onto the blood-soaked ground, gasping for air, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

""Now,"" Michael added, his gaze still fixed on the groveling titan.

""beg me some more. Convince me of your sincerity.""

****What are you doing, brother?! Have you completely succumbed to utter humiliation?! Do you honestly believe for even a single moment that this… This entity will simply grant you clemency after all that has transpired?!**** Typhon roared from his earthly prison, his hundred heads shaking in disbelief and utter disgust at his brother's pathetic display.

Lapetus paid his brother no heed. Every primal instinct screamed at him to survive, and if that meant debasing himself before Supreme, then so be it. He would endure any indignity, utter any falsehood, if it offered even the faintest glimmer of continued existence.

'*****I will play this pathetic charade for now. I will feign utter subservience, offer any concession he demands. But mark my words, once I am free from his grasp and have amassed sufficient forces, I will return. And then… Then he will pay dearly for this humiliation.*****'

He plotted inwardly, his face a mask of groveling submission as he dropped to his knees, slowly lowering his head until his forehead touched the blood-soaked earth.

Jennifer, Drakon, Havoc, Shenras, Campe, Charon, and the assembled titans and gods watched in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of disbelief, awe, and a dawning understanding of the immense power that Michael now wielded; as Lapetus, the once proud and formidable King of the Titans, knelt in abject supplication before him.

*****Supreme King… I prostrate myself before your immeasurable power. I beg of you, in your infinite wisdom and boundless mercy, grant me your forgiveness.*****

Michael stared down at the kneeling titan for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable, his eyes like fathomless pools reflecting an ancient wisdom. Then, with a sigh, he uttered a single, deceptively simple word.

""Ok.""

He turned his back on the defeated Lapetus and began to walk towards the struggling Typhon, his every step radiating an aura of absolute authority.

""Goodbye,"" Michael added, his voice casual, almost dismissive, not even bothering to glance back at the titan he had just seemingly spared.

Lapetus remained frozen in his kneeling position, his mind struggling to comprehend the unexpected reprieve. He slowly raised a trembling hand and touched his neck, his fingers coming away stained with a dark, viscous liquid. He hadn't even registered the precise moment of the attack.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed in horrified disbelief on Michael's retreating back. A thin, crimson line marred his throat, and a steady stream of blood continued to flow.

""You actually believed I would let you go?"" Michael asked, his voice carrying clearly across the stunned battlefield, still walking away, his back still turned.

*****You…!*****

That single word, a strangled cry of dawning realization, was all Lapetus managed to utter before his head rolled lifelessly to the side, his vacant eyes still fixed on Michael's indifferent back.

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THUD!

The severed head and the lifeless body fell to the ground with a sickening thud, the sound echoing the finality of Lapetus's demise.

Typhon stared at Michael, his hundred eyes wide with a primal fear that transcended mere rage, as if he were witnessing the emergence of a primordial demon from the deepest, darkest abyss of hell.

****Demon…?!****

""Now.""

Michael said, finally turning his full attention to the bound and furious dragon, his gaze hardening with an unwavering resolve.

""Your turn.""