The fight continued, a dragon against an END wolf.

With each dodge, with each attack, Fenrir visibly improved. And not only that, his senses were getting accustomed to the speed.

As a being who could ‘ignore’ the concepts that governed the world, he was a tough opponent for any god.

But… Not for Victor. Just as Fenrir was improving, Victor was not lagging behind either. With each attack, each confrontation, he learned even more how to fight him.

Victor was a very adaptive being, a talented monster who never stopped training.

Combining that discipline with that talent, a situation like this happens.

Fenrir roared to the sky, and his roar caused distortions around him as his paws were covered in colorless power, and he started attacking Victor.

But even so, he couldn’t hit Victor.

“Grrr! Why can’t I hit him!”

Victor’s eyes shone in crimson violet, and for those who knew him well they knew what that meant.

He was seeing the future, specifically 5 seconds into the future. All of Fenrir’s attacks, and possible attacks, he could predict.

Even though the END being could ignore the concepts around them, he still needed to make moves that would define his future. That was an absolute law.

But despite knowing this, Victor didn’t rely 100% on his future vision, and the reason for that was simple.

Fenrir holds the concept of END, a concept that has only one rival, the concept of BEGIN.

“Calm down,” Victor said, and in the next moment, he kicked Fenrir’s face.

“Ugh.”

His fist was covered in lightning, and he attacked the air in a stance that Natashia would immediately recognize.

One Punch, one million hits.

A technique that the Countess developed, and Victor took it to another level.

With his current power and speed.

It was no longer just 1 million hits. It was… One billion hits.

A burst of pure red plasma-like power flew towards Fenrir, and if it were any other being, such an attack would be deadly, but… For Fenrir?

He just needed to open his mouth and roar!

ROOOOOOOOAR!

In the next moment, all that energy disappeared, along with various objects in a straight line in space.

“… This… This… Holy…” Tasha and Maya were speechless; they couldn’t even form coherent words.

“Now you understand why I don’t want him fighting on my planet,” Aurora said with a sigh.

The sight of everything being DELETED from existence was simply ridiculous. Everything that existed in that area of space was the darkness of the abyss.

Concepts like space and time no longer existed there; everything was deleted.

Victor appeared behind Fenrir, and when the wolf turned his face about to attack again, Victor raised his hand to halt him.

“Stop.”

“… What?”

“We can’t continue.”

“Why!?”

Victor just pointed to the damage Fenrir had caused.

Fenrir looked at that place and said, “Oh.”

“We can’t train while you use this END energy. Literally, any battlefield will become unusable.”

Honestly, Victor felt a bit sorry for Odin now. He had no idea what kind of monstrous being Fenrir was becoming.

The most terrible thing about Fenrir compared to Typhon was that his END power was concentrated inside him, and he could ‘throw’ it out.

Something Typhon couldn’t do. One thing Victor understood by observing the two beings was how the END energy was concentrated differently.

In simple terms, Fenrir was more combat-oriented than Typhon.

Because of this, the Ragnarok wolf had areas of his body that were not covered by END power, like his body, tail, and the top of his head.

This power was specifically only in his claws, sharp teeth, and inside.

Something different from Typhon, who had all the power in the skin of his body like a natural armor.

‘He must have been quite young when he was sealed,’ Victor just couldn’t see someone like Typhon losing to the Greek gods; after all, he was the antithesis of everything that existed.

“Hmm… You’re right,” Fenrir responded after seeing the damage he had caused.

“I need to clean this up, or he’ll beat me up again…” Fenrir muttered.

“He?” Victor asked curiously.

“Death.”

“… Oh.” That was the only thing he could say, not expecting that answer. It seemed that Death was communicating with the END beings.

After thinking for a moment, Victor thought it made sense. After all, the power of ‘END’ originated from the primordial entity Death itself, and he knew very well how dangerous that power was without control.

Typhon didn’t have as much of a problem because he couldn’t go around shooting bursts of power. As long as he wasn’t provoked, he would be fine, not to mention that Gaia also controlled that being.

But the same couldn’t be said of Fenrir or the dragon from the Norse pantheon.

“How will you fix this?” Victor asked curiously.

“I will call him,” he said, and in the next moment, his eyes began to glow, and in less than a few seconds, a completely black-covered being appeared.

The being looked at the area of space and then at Fenrir. Victor and Fenrir thought he would say something, but instead, he just gestured with his hand, and everything that was deleted simply ‘reappeared.’

It was as if someone had pressed Ctrl Z on the keyboard and restored everything that was lost.

Victor couldn’t help but widen his eyes at such irrationality. ‘No wonder he is the most important of the primordial beings,’ he thought.

“Remember, do not abuse your power; you have a purpose. Do not go against it.” The distorted voice that was neither male nor female resonated all around them.

“… I know; this won’t happen again,” Fenrir said.

Victor narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this interaction. It seemed that, unlike other beings, those who had the ‘END’ concept seemed to have a greater purpose in the grand scheme of things.

“For the beginning to arise, the end must come. The aspect of duality, huh…” Even if they didn’t say it to him, he could speculate based on what he knew and his own experience in observing the ‘truth’ of the world and how these primordial beings were obsessed with maintaining the balance of everything.

“When training with the Progenitor, do not use your END powers. You will improve faster this way,” Death said, and in the next moment, he disappeared.

Victor observed the place where he was, and as expected, he couldn’t feel anything, not even a trace of energy.

“… What were those words he said about you?” Victor asked curiously, although internally, he didn’t expect an answer to that question since it seemed to be something personal. Imagine his surprise when Fenrir began to speak.

“There are events that need to happen no matter what. Ragnarok is a good example of that, and no matter how much you try to change it, this event will happen, but it’s not because it’s ‘predestined’ or anything like that. It’s because he wished it to happen.”

“… Why is that? I mean, why does he want Ragnarok?”

“Who knows? He doesn’t explain it to me, but I can guess it’s because of ‘balance.’ After all, they are obsessed with it.” Fenrir commented as he sat in space and floated around.

“Hmm…” Victor tried to look at it from another perspective, a more logical and cold computer-like point of view.

When the computer machine has too much ‘cache,’ problems like freezing or slowing down can occur, so ‘END’ needs to happen for existence to continue.

‘I see… Even though it doesn’t seem like it, Death is working, huh?’ Victor thought.

Thinking about the comics he read, he assumed that Death acted like the Death of the DC universe. He was essential for the continuation of everything, although he didn’t deal directly with the ‘death’ of beings, as that job was in the hands of the abyss judges and the infernal Rulers.

At least that’s what he thought; he didn’t know if it was true yet. But he learned one thing from observing what Death did.

‘When the power of END deletes something, it doesn’t really disappear; it just goes somewhere else that I don’t know.’ You can’t ‘Recreate’ something that has already been ‘Deleted.’ You needed to create that item again for it to exist. What Death did wasn’t that.

After all, he had no authority to create anything. He was death, the end of everything. He didn’t have the power to create anything.

Even though he thought that he didn’t form the thought and decided that it was 100% correct, after all, Death is the oldest being in the universe. Who knows how many powers he has? Maybe because he is ‘Death,’ he also has some aspect of ‘life’ within him.

Although this theory would completely negate The Universal Tree.

After thinking about this situation, Victor looked at Fenrir and said,

“Let’s go back. I need to prepare for the meeting of supernatural beings. I need to train my daughters and spend time with my wives.”

“You’re a busy man, Victor.”

“That’s true…” Victor nodded, and in the next moment, he said, “Can I ask you for help with something?”

“Sure…” Fenrir opened his mouth widely in a face-splitting yawn.

Victor focused his eyes on the inside of Fenrir’s throat and was surprised when he saw the ‘abyss.’ ‘So that’s how it works, huh.’ Victor thought that this abyss was in the stomach, but he was completely wrong; it was in the throat.

‘So that’s where that power he releases comes from.’

“I will help you. What do you need me to do?”

Victor smiled, “Odin will go to the meeting… And I’ve discovered some unpleasant news from my spies.”

Fenrir clearly didn’t hear the rest of Victor’s question, but even though he didn’t hear it, he immediately agreed.

“Count on me.” A malicious glint appeared on the wolf’s face.

“Don’t try to kill him. We’ll be in the territory of a primordial being, and even you can’t fight him in his territory.”

In the territory of a primordial being, he was practically a conscious god with authority over everything.

Not to mention that despite Fenrir being dangerous, it was only because of his unique characteristics. As an individual, he was extremely easy to deal with for someone like The Owner of Limbo.

If he couldn’t use his claws, or his fangs, and inner power, Fenrir would be easily sealed.

Something that couldn’t be done with Typhon, although it was easy to seal Typhon since he just had to be thrown into the endless abyss where there was no support for him to move.

Now that Victor thought about it, there were many limitations in these beings with the END concept.

‘Balance, huh… Of course, there wouldn’t be a perfect being without weaknesses… Such a thing doesn’t exist.’ Everyone had weaknesses. You just had to look in the right place.

“Of course not… I also won’t show this form; I’ll go in wolf form.”

“Oh? You’re learning, huh.”

“Yes, I have the best training partner, after all.”

‘Training partner, not a teacher, huh?’ Victor never considered himself Fenrir’s teacher or master since their fighting styles were completely different, and he really didn’t need that. Most beings would die just from his claws, and very few beings could give him trouble.

All Fenrir needed was to learn to better control his body and maintain the fundamentals of a martial artist; the rest he would develop on his own. .𝘤𝘰𝑚

“Let’s go back.”

“Mm.”

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