Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 337: We are Destruction. We are Creation. We are Ultimate Pain. Together, We are Eternal
"You puny slave!"
Josephine’s voice was no longer her own; it was a complex, echoing chord—three distinct voices vibrating simultaneously: one sharp and cruel, one serene and endless, and one cold and deep.
A crushing, invisible force seized the stunned Aril. The Fifth-Order powerhouse, the trusted servant of Lilith, was instantly frozen, her limbs paralyzed.
’Why?! What the hell is this?! I am a Fifth-Order—I should be able to resist an Upper World anomaly! Why can’t I move?!’ Aril screamed internally, watching in utter horror as she was effortlessly pulled into the air, lifted until she was face-to-face with the demoness.
"We are Destruction. We are Creation. We are Ultimate Pain. Together, We are Eternal," the three voices resonated, the words holding the weight of universal law. "You dare think you can escape before Us?!!"
".....?!!!"
The sheer audacity and power of the statement instantly froze everyone—including the battered Sunny.
"What the hell?! That isn’t her voice! Those are three voices in one!!" Sunny exclaimed, shock overcoming pain. He instantly connected the dots.
"Could it be?... The unborn?" The realization hit him with the force of a supernova.
"Get used to this." the unified voice declared, utterly devoid of emotion.
Josephine opened her clenched fist, and the force compressing Aril was released—not as a wave of energy, but as a violent negative implosion. The Fifth-Order attendant, a being capable of leveling mountains, instantly shattered into a fine, bloody mist, vaporizing without a struggle.
"...?!!!!"
"....!!!!"
The collective horror across the Upper World was absolute. A powerful, transcendent warrior was erased by a gesture.
"My god! Is she still a human?!" an elder from a distance yelled, his voice cracking.
"She is half human and half wolf, look at her subtly pointed ears," the Fifth-Order general Nicolette pointed out, her face a pale mask of awe.
"Even if she is a hybrid, this level of strength is beyond the known Supreme World hierarchy!" Nicolette added, staring at Josephine with a mixture of terror and utter reverence.
"Your turn!"
The unified voice turned Josephine’s gaze back down to the defeated Perran, hovering above the massive crater.
But before she could act, a thick column of dark, oily smoke erupted from the shattered shell of Aril’s inert teleportation orb. An oppressive pressure—a tenth-Order force multiplied by unimaginable experience, even more terrifying than Perran’s at his peak—instantly materialized before the beaten Child of Destruction.
"My goodness!" Nicolette exclaimed, her voice thin with horror, staring at the woman who now stood defensively over Perran.
Sunny’s eyes widened, recognizing the signature instantly. ’Lilith. And based on the residual presence, she has manifested here using a projection equivalent to fifty percent of her true strength.’
Lilith fixed her gaze on Josephine. Then she looked over her shoulder at her son, Perran, who was a broken, twitching mess on the ground.
’This is all my mistake. I underestimated him,’ Lilith thought, the calculation in her eyes cold and sharp. She knew the consequences.
’Even offending the Mother of the Three Heavens is a slight, but this... The actual, raw power of Destruction, Creation, and Ultimate Pain is now manifested. They are all enraged.’
Lilith closed her eyes, and a wave of concentrated, obsidian smoke instantly erupted from the ground, surrounding her and Perran in a dense, shimmering barrier. She knew the danger. She was a goddess, but before the absolute authority of the coming Heavens—the very concepts that formed the basis of reality—even her peak power didn’t stand a chance. Her only luck was that they were in the Upper World; if this battle had happened in the Supreme World, she would have had nowhere to escape.
"You dare think of escaping!!!!?!!" The three voices raged.
Josephine shot down with blinding speed, an energized fist slamming into the thick, obsidian smoke barrier. The barrier—a tenth-Order, absolute defense—instantly shattered and dissolved into harmless dust.
".....?!"
Josephine looked around in shock. The attack had vaporized the smoke, but not a single soul remained. Both Lilith and the critically injured Perran were gone, having used the fraction of a second the barrier bought to escape.
The multiple voices softened, taking on a tone of prophecy. "Don’t worry... One day, We three will meet you in person, that’s if you survive our father."
Josephine blinked, her expression clearing, and she instantly appeared directly in front of Sunny, stunning him speechless where he knelt.
"...?!"
Sunny stared up at his wife. He was utterly speechless.
Josephine smiled, a tired but loving expression returning to her face. She opened her palm, revealing a smooth, shimmering silver gemstone.
Sunny slowly took the stone with his one good hand. "What is this?"
"A Primordial Stone," Josephine answered, her voice now her own, melodic and calm. "It seems they wanted you to have it."
Sunny slowly sat down, crossing his legs, and began channeling the stone’s energy to stabilize his core. He knew he couldn’t rest yet; the world was collapsing.
"Oh... You don’t have to worry about that," Josephine said softly.
"Huh?" Sunny opened his eyes, looking up in surprise.
Josephine closed her eyes, taking a single, slow, deep breath.
BOOOOOM!
Sunny looked up in shock, watching as the vast, miles-long cracks all over the sky and the ground began to ripple. The fissures were actively closing, fixing and mending themselves in place. In less than a minute, the entire Upper World was healed, the space barrier stabilized. Even Sunny’s shattered right hand instantly regrew, the muscle and bone reforming perfectly, all his injuries gone. He was completely refreshed, renewed to his full power.
’Is this the power of Creation? My goodness. The children aren’t even yet born, and they’re already using their powers through their mother to mend a world. They are all monsters, just like their father and mother,’ he thought, a deep, satisfied, and incredibly proud smile appearing on his face.
Josephine slowly exhaled. The thin, terrifying black strands in her hair fully receded, and her power reduced completely to that of a Third-Order mortal. She blinked, looking around at the blackened landscape; saw her husband, jumped into his arms, and hugged him tightly, the adrenaline of the battle gone, replaced by overwhelming relief.
"Thank the heavens you’re safe!" she whispered, tightening her hug.
"Haha, all thanks to you and the kids," Sunny laughed lightly, hugging her back with equal force, his heart swelling with pride and tenderness.
Morgana, having finally arrived at the battle zone—and realizing the danger had passed—materialized some feet from them.
"Phew... It seems everything turned out right. But now, the whole three worlds knows you’re the parent of the coming Heavens."
Sunny noted the invisible sound barrier Morgana had instantly placed upon her arrival. "It’s fine," Sunny reassured her, as Josephine separated from the hug.
"Only those who know about the Heavens will understand the event. No one in the Upper World has this knowledge. Only the Great and Supreme Worlds have this concept."
Morgana slowly nodded her head, a soft, rare smile touching her lips. "Your family just keeps surprising me, God Wolf. First the dragon, then the serpent, now the cosmic triad. I need a stronger drink."
