WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 201: Aphopis Awakened!?
Chapter 201: Aphopis Awakened!?
Ben’s expression darkened. “No you don’t.”
He shot forward,while Apophis moved beside him Together, they closed in on the core.
Ben’s fist burned with gravitational distortion. Apophis’s claws dripped with dark water and crushing pressure.
They moved to strike, one clean hit away from shattering the core, but the system retaliated.
The air around the core twisted inward. Code shattered like glass.
And from the blinding light, twelve figures emerged.
Each one stepped forward silently, cloaked in shifting golden armor, their forms humanoid yet unnatural. Glyphs floated around them. Weapons materialized in their hands. Their golden eyes glowed.
But what made Ben freeze wasn’t their strength. It was what he felt inside them.
His expression twisted into a scowl. “…Souls.”
He could sense it clearly, each of these constructs wasn’t just data.
They were trapped spirits. The Former hosts, bounded by the system after their dead.
His voice dropped low. “Don’t use my power like that, you bastard.”
Apophis raised a brow. “Problem?”
Ben gritted his teeth.
“If those souls get destroyed now, I lose everything they could’ve given me, skills, power….”
Apophis smiled faintly. “Serve you right, you greed bastard.”
The twelve constructs raised their arms in perfect synchronicity. Spears of light, Shields, Wings of divine flame.
“Stop laughing Aphopis, You take care of them.” Ben said sternly while looking toward the core. “I’ll handle the system.”
Apophis rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Hmph.” She stretched her fingers, her claws crackling with black liquid and gravitational pressure.
Without another word, she move forward, colliding with the first construct. Her claw clashed against a radiant spear, a screech of pure energy ringing out as they meet.
Ben no longer watched her. He took a breath, and then focused inward.
The dark aether he had devoured began to stir, no longer scattered in his body but drawn inward, called to his soul.
Piece by piece, it gathered, around the system. Ben’s goal wasn’t to destroy the core with brute force. It was to cut the link.
His eyes opened, a pickaxe made of dark aether appeared on his hand.
Meanwhile Apophis dashed between the twelve figures, the space bending with each flap of her torn wings. She twisted mid-air, barely avoiding a spear that split the air beside her with thunder.
Two constructs closed in from both sides. One moved with sword in hand, the other with a scythe made of refracted code. They struck at once, their movements perfectly mirrored.
Apophis smirked, she vanished in a flash of warped gravity, reappearing behind them. Her claws slashed downward in an arc that cracked the air, carving through one’s shield with ease. Sparks and glyphs exploded from its back.
But before she could finish the second, a hammer made of burning flame crashed into her from behind. She growled and spun, blocking with a gravity shield just in time, though it threw her across the air like a comet.
Another three constructs rushed her from above, their attacks weaving a net of golden light.
Apophis raised both hands. The dark water around her condensed into needles. She launched them in all directions.
Each needle curved unnaturally mid-flight, guided by warped space. Four struck their marks. One pierced a construct’s arm, breaking the weapon it held. Another buried into a chest plate, causing the glyphs to flicker and break.
But they didn’t fall, None of them spoke. They just raise back like not feeling any pain.
She cursed under her breath and leapt again, twisting through attacks, her claws dancing like black lightning. “Ben!” she shouted between slashes. “These things don’t go down easy!”
“They’re not at full power,” Ben muttered, eyes locked onto the core pulsing at the center of it all. “Just keep them busy.”
Apophis didn’t respond, she was too deep in the storm, her claws tearing through golden weapons and radiant flame. But Ben knew she’d heard him.
He than moved. One step, and the ground shattered beneath his feet.
Then he vanished, Ben dashed forward through the chaos, his body bending space with each stride. The battlefield had become a storm of war, light and shadow clashing in bursts that shook the very foundation of his soul space.
Explosions rang out behind him as Apophis smashed one construct into the ground, only for three more to descend from above.
Ben ducked beneath a spinning blade of system code, leapt over a wave of pure data that tore through the floor, and curved around a column of divine flame that threatened to consume everything in its path.
A golden lance pierced through the air toward his head. Ben twisted, the lance grazing his cheek, then vanished into his gravitational field as if swallowed by reality itself.
He landed on the back of a crumbling stone slab mid-air, only for it to be annihilated by a construct’s thrown shield a second later. Ben sprang off it just in time, soaring through a rain of dark needles and system projectiles.
Below him, Apophis screamed something as she was blasted through a pillar of radiant light, only to rise again laughing with blood on her lips.
Ben passed through a beam of golden fire, tearing it apart with sheer pressure. Two constructs tried to block his path, blades raised.
But He didn’t stop, Ben accelerated, his aura spiraling outward. One construct swung down, and Ben blinked past it, momentum crashing into the next.
The impact shattered the air. Glyphs scattered like broken glass.
He didn’t even look back. All his focus was on the core. It floated above a ring of fractured code, humming with unstable light, its surface cracking with each beat, with a huge countdown timer.
Ben landed before it, sliding to a stop. The battlefield screamed behind him, Apophis roaring, constructs chasing, light devouring shadow.
But here, at the heart of the storm, Ben raised the dark aether pickaxe in silence.
The system trembled, its defenses reforming, layers of code trying to seal over the cracks.
Ben’s voice cut through the void like a blade. “Get out of my soul, you fucking parasite.”
His energy surged. Dark aether exploded from his core, racing along his arms, flooding into the pickaxe. The weapon twisted, expanded, growing in size and weight.
Ben gripped it tight, Then swung. Not like a miner, but Like a batter at the bottom of the ninth.
The pickaxe struck the core with a deafening CRACK, followed by a thunderous BOOM that split the soul realm apart. The entire space lit up, golden glyphs shattered into dust, arcs of system-light whipped out wildly, and the core cracked through the middle like broken glass.
Outside, in the real world, Ben’s eyes snapped open.
A burst of blinding light erupted from his chest, a massive sphere of golden energy being forcibly ejected from his body. It screamed with static and fragmented word, thrashing mid-air like a dying sun.
The system had been ripped out.
Ben exhaled once, then he smiled. He could feel he’s weaker now, and there’s many function from the system that he probably lose, but this all doesn’t matter. Because for the first time since he arrived in this world, his soul was finally his own.
He than look at the knight, that once were the system guideline, his presence is completely different now, his helmet is half broken, showing his face, his energy is weak, and dark shadow is moving around his body.
‘So that was the relic’s power…’ Ben thought, his chest still rising from the exertion.
‘I see now. That’s why I never used shadow abilities before. They would’ve clashed with the system’s light energy.’
Ben’s gaze shifted toward the golden sphere, still spinning, with flickering glow like a dying star. It hovered for only a moment. Then, as if sensing something below, it drifted downward,
straight into the crack in the ground.
His eyes narrowed. Then the air shivered. From Ben’s back, a stream of thick, black liquid seeped out, twisting like smoke before slamming into the earth.
It surged upward, reshaping into a humanoid form,
Apophis, breathless and furious.
“Stop it!” she snapped, her eyes wide with panic. “Don’t let it near my true body!”
Ben’s frown deepened. He didn’t fully understand,
But he felt it the urgency from Aphopis soul. frёewebnoѵēl.com
She was scared the system will merged with his dormant self. If that happen than all her hope to resurrect one day will be shattered.
Without another word, Ben dashed toward the crack, his appendages re-forming and spiraling behind him, the last of the system’s energy still flickering along their edges.
Apophis raised her hand and fired first. A concentrated bullet of dark water shot past Ben, faster than sound. It hit the ground just ahead of the sphere, exploding in a blast of gravity .
The sphere slowed, but didn’t stop. Ben arrived next, his fist glowing with gravitational force as he brought it down in a hammering arc.
The ground shattered. The crack widened. But the light still pushed forward, trying to sink deeper. Across the ruined battlefield, the knight stood in silence. He didn’t make any move, just watched as if expecting something.
