Absolute Cheater-Chapter 299: World Rank

She didn't just merge with the World Core.

She redefined it.

Asher felt it then—not just a ripple through the dungeon, but a harmonic echo through him, through the tower, through everything. The Sovereign Keys—those relics of order and memory—had not simply granted her access. They had returned to their creator.

The world around them buckled.

The stone beneath his feet softened, losing cohesion. Air shimmered like heatwaves before becoming threads of raw mana. Walls became curtains of code, shifting glyphs that no longer obeyed gravity or logic. This wasn't just the Core being absorbed—it was recompiled.

Valeris was no longer merging with a dungeon-born world.

She was forging a new one.

And it was using her as the axis.

The Sovereign Keys spiraled around her now, no longer physical. They had become systems of law, orbiting like moons of meaning. Each one radiated a truth she could command—a script that no longer needed to be read aloud to reshape the world. Language, cause, sequence, even physics—were now optional constructs.

Asher watched her eyes open, and for a moment they contained stars.

Not metaphorically.

He saw the beginning of constellations. Galaxies forming from spiritual condensation. She was birthing astral structures inside her domain. Her inner world was not starting from a seed.

It was beginning with skies.

And in that moment, he understood something deeper.

This was the legacy of the Sovereign Keys. Not to rule the old order.

But to become the next one.

Valeris was now becoming one.

She was the architect of a universe.

And from the way the dungeon's final echoes responded—collapsing into her, willingly, without struggle—Asher could tell the world accepted her.

No resistance.

No backlash.

No recoil.

Just inevitability.

He felt small for a moment. Not in power—Asher had reached heights most would never even comprehend.

The reason he felt small was because, for a moment, he once again felt what he had during his fusion with the Dark Existence Realm—the vastness, the ancient presence, the overwhelming depth of will. He remembered when he merged with that world and made it his own. At the time, he had felt as though the gaze of the universe itself had turned upon him.

It was infinite. Unknowable.

And now, standing here, he felt it once again.

That same gaze.

"The same one," Asher murmured to himself. "Now I'm sure. That sensation we passed through back then… it wasn't just pressure or spiritual weight. It was the universe watching. It only makes sense now—why it responded when one of its children was in danger."

Each world is linked to its mother galaxy.

And every galaxy, in turn, is linked to the mother universe.

When a world dies, perhaps the galaxy merely shifts its stars and moves on.

But the universe?

It remembers.

It watches.

And for whatever reason, it cares.

Even if they didn't know why yet.

Asher shook his head as he took out the useless thought from him and focusedon Valeris fro now.

Valeris finally advanced.

She had become a World Rank now.

And as the Sovereign Keys dimmed from sight, their energies encoded into her form forever, the realm around her stabilized into a tranquil horizon—an infinite stretch of silver-blue sky and crystalline earth that pulsed with her heartbeat.

Her new world.

Her divine dominion.

"So, it's a fully bloomed world," Asher said as he looked at her and nodded.

A full bloom meant the world had not yet reached its mortal peak—but with the slightest push, it would step past that threshold. In Valeris's case, since she also possessed a Dragon Soul Heart Core, it meant that both her soul and mana energy would awaken in unison. She would soon ascend into the Awakened World stage—becoming a third stage powerhouse of the World Rank.

Asher stood still for a long moment, watching her—watching it.

The light of the World Core had fully receded into Valeris's form. No tremor remained. No storm. Only an eerie calm that came from something complete. The ancient Dungeon was no more—its vast corridors, sealed memories, and buried laws had collapsed inward, consumed not by destruction, but by reclamation.

She had taken it all into herself.

And now they stood—finally—within the real world again.

The sky above was brighter, more clear, and yet Asher felt the subtle distortion in the very air. Where once there had been the distant pressure of a sealed domain—the unnatural hush of the Dungeon's spatial fold—now the world breathed openly, freshly, as if an old weight had been lifted.

But something was different.

He looked at Valeris again. She wasn't glowing, not outwardly. There was no divine aura, no blinding light. Yet... she was heavier. Not in form, but in presence. As if space bent slightly around her without her intending it.

"You're back," he said softly, but there was an edge of awe in his tone.

She turned to him, eyes now colored with an iridescent depth—like the surface of a world seen from orbit. "We both are."

He glanced behind him instinctively, but there was nothing left. The entrance to the Dungeon—the final passage—was gone. Not sealed. Not hidden.

Gone.

Asher narrowed his gaze. "So that's it. The Dungeon's essence... it's part of you now."

Valeris nodded once. "It didn't resist. It was never meant to. It was waiting for me."

He tilted his head. "Was that why we were drawn here? Why the Sovereign Keys gathered?"

"No," she replied. "The Keys came because the world was dying. This place… was already mine."

There was a pause—thick, not with uncertainty, but with understanding. The Dungeon had not been just a test. It had been a chrysalis. And Valeris… had always been meant to awaken from within it.

"I saw it," Asher said quietly. "The way the World Core gave itself to you. Like it recognized you." freewebnoveℓ.com

Valeris turned to the sky—now serene, unaware of what had just transpired beneath its endless blue. "It remembered. And now… so do I."

"not to mention , she was my mother" Valeris added as she said "it was the last gift she left for me when she left even at the risk of World getting destroyed after I died back there"

"Not to mention, she was my mother," Valeris added. "It was the last gift she left me when she departed—even at the risk of the world being destroyed after I died back there."

"Left?" Asher asked as he turned to her. "Don't tell me she left after you died, and what we saw was just an echo of her will—something she left for you, knowing you might come back one day?"

"Yes. After I died, my mother no longer felt any need to protect the world that killed her daughter," Valeris said softly. "She left—removing herself completely. No longer did she remain as the awakened will of a world that had murdered her own child."

"She departed, and with her absence, the world—so long dependent on her—began to wither. It regressed, falling from a realm of class to peak world class, down to high, then medium tiers, until it could no longer sustain itself. Desperate, it latched onto another world—this one—and transformed itself into a dungeon. But over time, even that faded. It decayed, collapsed, and became nothing more than a shell of itself… a dungeon filled with echoes of memories."

Asher's eyes narrowed, the weight of her words sinking in. "Then… where did she go, Valeris? Your mother—if she abandoned the world, where did she disappear to?"

Valeris turned her gaze to the horizon, her voice quiet but steady. "She went after my father."

"Your father?" Asher echoed, surprised. "I thought he was gone…"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "He's not gone. He ascended… far beyond what most can even dream. My father reached the Peak of Universal Rank—one of the most powerful beings alive. But he vanished before I was born, drawn into the folds of the Outer Realms, chasing something… something greater. My mother spent centuries holding the world together, waiting. But after I died, she had nothing left to anchor her. So she went after him."

Asher exhaled slowly. "And has she found him?"

Valeris gave a faint, haunted smile. "I don't know. But if anyone could find a ghost lost among stars, it would be her."

Asher stepped closer, his tone more solemn now. "What kind of man was he—your father? You've barely mentioned him. What did your mother tell you about him… in the end?"

Valeris was silent for a moment, her eyes flickering with memories that seemed to cut as deeply as they comforted. Then she spoke, each word shaped by the weight of ancient love and unresolved sorrow.

"She told me he was a being of contradiction. A warrior who hated war. A scholar who mastered destruction. My father was born in a dying world and climbed through its ashes until he carved his name into the fabric of creation. But even at the peak of Universal Rank… he was still searching. Not for power, but for peace."