Igaris's body was still burning.
Lightning had scorched his flesh, and blood oozed from the cracks in his skin.
But his soul.... his soul was not here anymore.
It was drifting.
Drifting through time, space, and memories not his own.
No. They were his. Just from a different timeline.
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In his vision, he stood tall beneath a sky of falling stars.
The heavens burned. Worlds collapsed. Eternal Empires screamed as they crumbled.
And at the center of it all—
He stood, cloaked in power, eyes like golden galaxies, hair flowing like dark silk.
His presence bent the laws of reality itself.
That man was another Igaris from the future timeline, the same existence. He had awakened the same Infinite Acquisition ability just like the one he now possessed.
With it, that Igaris had risen through the ranks of power by enslaving, consuming, stealing, and evolving.
He became a King, then an Emperor, and eventually...
The Overlord.
The world bent to his will. The realms hailed his name.
