Aaron stood in the middle of a battlefield that spanned the entirety of the Multiverse itself. For 16 years now, the Lazarus and the System have been embroiled in a tumultuous war. The System had consigned numerous factions, and individuals of tremendous power. They, the Lazarus Clan were truly a force to be reckoned with.
Less than 2 millions individuals, with only a quarter being veterans that have fought and thrived on war, had taken the lives of over 900 trillion individuals. Not only that, Aaron himself had been the spearhead who fought against the manifested System itself since the beginning of the conflict. Buying time as he let the rest of his bloodthirsty and battle crazed brethren get their fill before falling glorious battle.
The result to his being was disastrous, his old injuries had been flared up, and with new injuries his time was soon becoming forfeit. Aaron was not at his peak power, but that was no excuse to make. Even being handicapped with less than a 5th of his power after performing the Reincarnation for his children. Aaron had taken more than 600 trillion lives with his very own hands.
Which in a sadistic sense of humor was funny, because his arms had long been disintegrated, never to reform again. His heart had been smashed to pieces, brain imploded, Soul Space shattered, Cultivators Core disintegrated, Mana Core blown up and all the bones in his body blasted to smithereens, his blood and essence blood had been bled dry 10,000 times over. All that remained of his eyes was empty sockets.
It was only with pure willpower, wrath, madness and a father's protective nature that moved his wrung dry body.
[DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKER JUST DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
The System raged with maniac fear and fury. It was the almighty System, yet a mere mortal that should be in its control had pushed it so far. It was not mere bragging when Aaron said the System feared his very existence.
Aaron smiled with a sadistic madness, his left hand's thumb stabbed into the empty hole where his heart once was. "Allow me the honour of distilling fear into your being for the last time!"
This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
[NO! ANYBODY WHO KILLS AARON LAZARUS WILL BE AWARDED WITH A TRIAL TO INHERIT DAO PEAK!]
"Ashes Of Oblivion's Tears. Chrysalis!"
Aaron roared as the remnant wisp of the Dao of Oblivion shaked the entirety of the Multiverse and System itself.
[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU GODDAMN LAZARUS CLAN ARE A PLAGUE! I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH HERESY!]
The System roared in trepidation, shielding itself as it created a path of escape for itself, leaving behind the Multiversal factions and peak individual powers to fend for themselves.
"Not so fast you bastard! Since the dawn of your arrival, you have hounded my loved ones and my Lazarus Clan! As the Primordial of Origin, it is my duty to the old Heavens that I bring you down!" Aaron appeared behind the little boy which was the System, initiating a leg lock around the System's head. Hyperextending the neck as his thighs tightened like a boa constrictor around the System's neck, crushing its windpipe whilst nearly ripping the head off from the spine itself.
Aaron in his final defiance used his last remnant spirit and will, severing the Dao of Time from the Multiverse. Every single form of life and energy froze, all except for the tidal wave of Oblivion rushing Aaron and the System.
Aaron could finally lay his life to peace. He had reunited with his children. Fought the good fight until the very end. Watched as his brethren and remaining family members fall to the System. And… he was able to watch for 15 years as his children grew and lived life for the good, and the bad in their new life on the planet ^!&#<●€~¡₩
Then there was nothingness. Aaron Lazarus the Guardian of the Old Heavens was erased, all textbooks, lores inscribed on stone monuments, memories of his being in Karma and the Dao itself was simply gone.
The System glitched like a computer screen with dying pixels in it, constantly reforming and disintegrating as Oblivion entered its being. The System's greed had been fed, it got its hands on the Dao of Oblivion, but not in the ideal way it wished for.
[AARON L}£°☆¤}!] The System thrashed in vain fear and pain, but even the memories of the System pertaining to °°♤●◇ €°•¥%♧• himself was wiped clean. The war that raged for 16 years, the 900 trillion lives that were exterminated was lost. Why was it injured, why did it feel fear, why did it feel pain? There was no answer, all the System saw was cosmic oceans worth of blood and entire galaxies worth of corpses. But what the System did know was that it had to recover. It had a lot of work to do to restore the Dao of Time.