Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 544 - 540-The Final Battle Begins

The Primordial Wheel surged forward, and the void before Owen twisted into restless chaos, accelerating the wheel's spin as it approached him.

Owen was not ignorant of Sovereign power. He understood just how terrifying it was—but he also knew its weakness.

The Primordial Wheel could convert all forms of energy into elemental force, rendering most attacks useless. It was a nearly invincible ability.

But this conversion was intricately tied to the wielder's power level.

If the incoming force was too vast, the Primordial Wheel would be overwhelmed and collapse—backfiring on its master.

That was its greatest flaw. Of course, unleashing power beyond The Celestial's limits was nearly impossible for anyone else.

Unfortunately for The Celestial, his opponent was Owen.

As the Primordial Wheel neared, Owen narrowed his eyes. Ancient runes erupted from his body like a volcano of elemental power, spreading outward from him.

Supreme Order, activate!

The runes covering Owen blazed with blinding light. His body expanded rapidly, swelling with energy.

Simultaneously, the void behind him writhed, and from above descended a mysterious aura—something from the future—that enveloped him completely.

As the Primordial Wheel made contact with the figure emerging from the rift, its glow dimmed. The shadowy form carried a power beyond that of the Wheel.

With its arrival, even the sky warped under the pressure. The foundational energy of the Primordial Wheel began to falter.

Seeing this figure appear, The Celestial's face contorted in shock.

From this shadowy presence, he sensed an overwhelming aura of death.

It was real—this being had the power to kill him.

But how was that possible?

In this world, aside from the true Sovereign, no one should be capable of threatening him!

And yet The Celestial had always trusted his instincts—this sense of danger was no illusion.

Who was this being?

How could just a shadow exude such terror?

And why—why would such an existence stand behind Owen?

Suddenly, a flash of realization struck him, and The Celestial's eyes went wide.

"No… no! That shadow… it can't be you!"

The figure's face remained obscured, but as the master of this realm, The Celestial could perceive the essence of all beings.

It was…

Owen.

From the future.

The future Owen.

The moment he recognized the shadow's identity, The Celestial's sense of dread deepened.

While the concept of "future" was ephemeral, someone at his level could sometimes perceive glimpses of what lay ahead—and even traverse time.

He had simply never imagined that Owen's future self would be this powerful, this dominant.

Even Grand Sage, who had just scorned Owen, now stared in stunned disbelief.

"How…? Owen can summon a force this strong? Stronger than even The Celestial?!"

Tsukihime couldn't help but smirk at Grand Sage's horrified reaction.

She didn't know exactly how Owen had done it, but she could feel it—this shadow's aura was monstrous.

Even she, nearly equal to The Celestial in strength, felt her heart tremble.

To face such a being directly… might mean death.

But the stronger Owen became, the more delighted she felt—because it meant The Celestial might actually lose.

If she'd once viewed Owen with suspicion and hostility, she now saw him in a different light. With power rivaling Leslie's, these two—Owen and Leslie—might truly be a match made in heaven.

She no longer resented Owen for taking Leslie away.

"If you were truly Sovereign, perhaps the outcome today would be uncertain… but you're not."

Owen shook his head.

From the moment he arrived, he had been considering how to confront The Celestial. Conventional methods wouldn't work.

But Supreme Order—that was his best option.

His current mastery of it allowed him to summon a future version of himself—one even more powerful, and capable of lasting longer in this timeline.

And as expected, it worked.

From the instant the future Owen appeared, The Celestial was pushed onto the back foot, his movements sluggish, his eyes anxious.

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"I am the true Sovereign of this world!"

"Everything beneath me is garbage! So what if your future self appears? You're still dead!"

Even though he feared the shadow, knowing Owen had summoned it gave him some reassurance.

If he could kill Owen, the shadow would vanish on its own.

"Die!"

The Celestial surged with devastating energy, trying to bypass the shadow and target Owen directly.

As long as Owen died, this entire situation would unravel.

But Owen didn't flinch at his barking. Coldly, he uttered a single word:

"Kill."

Instantly, two grinding wheels of swirling chaos—one in each of The Celestial's hands—spun wildly. Their spin and direction shifted unpredictably, distorting space and time, leaving behind black scars that lingered.

BOOM!!

In the next moment, The Celestial collided with Owen's future self.

Or more precisely—they engaged in a bloody, violent duel.

Each clash was like an explosion of divine force, making everyone's scalp go numb, as if their very skulls might crack.

Yet after only a few exchanges, something shocked everyone—

The Celestial was losing.

This supposed supreme being… was being overwhelmed.

Owen's future form attacked with precise, crushing blows, infused with divine power.

Though the Primordial Wheel could convert or neutralize energy, it couldn't absorb it all at once—especially not when the attacks also contained pure soul-crushing force.

Caught off guard, The Celestial was struck hard. His body was covered in dents and bruises, his breath faltering.

But just then, a cruel smile crept onto his face.

"I admit… I underestimated you. But did you think you're the only one with tricks?"

Despite being suppressed by Supreme Order, The Celestial's blood-red eyes locked onto Owen again.

Then, from the void above his head, an unfathomable power descended and wrapped around him.

Already at his peak, he now surged even higher—his muscles swelled, and the [Order] and elemental energies within him became denser and more refined.

Suddenly, he threw a punch.

Reality shattered.

Cracks spread from his fist like a spiderweb across the sky.

But no matter how much he strengthened himself, Owen remained calm.

With the golden future avatar standing guard, The Celestial's escalation… was laughable.

And just as Owen struck The Celestial, the battle on the other front reached its climax.

Under the leadership of the God of Light, a torrent of starlight and divine radiance rained down on Chimera and the spellbeasts.

Already worn down by Lord of Stars and the others, the spellbeasts were now unable to withstand the final onslaught—a devastating shockwave fueled by the God of Light's burning essence.

They could only watch in horror as it carved through them like blades, tearing flesh and shattering bone.

At the forefront, Chimera took the brunt of the attack.

She was drenched in blood, her skin torn, her face no longer proud—but fearful.

Owen now had an army of powerful allies by his side. United in purpose, even these spellbeasts—once so dominant—were being utterly outmatched.