Undying Warlord - Chapter 553 Admin?

There were multiple reasons for Dilan to provoke Fatty Boba, but the most important was to make sure that the Lesser God would focus on him rather than the poison that coursed through his body.

Dilan schemed several plans to tackle Fatty Boba and the current one was just the first step of a multilayered plan that he came up with before.

There was no need for him to hold back against a Lesser God, in fact, he had no other choice but to give his best if he wanted to survive and advance up to the 50th round.

He wanted the True Destruction trait and he would do everything in his might to get it in his hands.

While replenishing dozens of units of Mana every few minutes, the effect of the Perfect Essence Cultivation technique was clearly unveiled.

But there was no time to waste as the mana he replenished was used up the moment it was replenished.

Every bit of Mana above 500 Units was used in the blink of an eye.

“You darn bastard!!” Fatty Boba shouted out loud, his face red like a tomato.

He used his special trait to retract his arm and turn it into its original form. At the same time, he snapped his other arm which expanded drastically.

The width of the expansion was greater than before. It covered a large area of the Colosseum’s arena and made it difficult for Dilan to evade the attack.

However, that was fine.

As the troll was not able to use any mana and the fact that the force exerted by it had to spread evenly over a large-scale area, Dilan didn’t have to worry too much.

He altered his mana and controlled the arena’s ground at his fingertips. Dozens of pillars the size of Dilan shot out of the ground. They created a covered pathway that led straight toward the Lesser God’s body.

Yet, instead of using that pathway, Dilan ran in a different direction than that of the earthen pillars the moment the Troll’s humongous arm smashed on the Colosseum’s arena.

The earth began to tremble and the vast majority of earthen pillars crumbled in an instant. But that was fine. In fact, it aligned with the plan Dilan had come up with.

‘I wonder how long the poison will take to spread inside this fatass…maybe I should show him that a raincoat is pretty important as well?’

While he was feeling amused, Dilan did not relax. He unleashed the vast amount of mana he had accumulated with the help of the Ring of Infinite Elements.

However, it was not as if he had simply hoarded the mana inside his body.

On the contrary, the mana he had painstakingly replenished with the use of the Perfect Essence Cultivation technique throughout the last several hours had been collected above the Colosseum.

The mana had been altered and concealed inside an unmoving cloud that had formed out of nowhere…or so Fatty Boba thought, disregarding the fact that there had never been a single day where clouds had naturally formed in the City of Trials.

Dilan was actually not sure how the Troll didn’t realize that something was amiss but he disregarded the ignorance of the Lesser God, thinking that it was just his lucky streak.

The Lesser God’s greed made him desire Dilan’s death more than anything. He was so blinded by his desire to end Dilan’s life that most changes in the normal life of a resident of the City of Trial turned insignificant.

Changes were bound to happen, so why bother about the appearance of a cloud…a cloud that was filled with mana, Dilan’s mana!

‘This is really enjoyable…though quite taxing!’

Dilan was sweating buckets and he felt as if his head was on the verge of bursting apart. Fortunately, that was not the case, and he was merely mentally exhausted from multitasking for several hours, and from the irritation that was slowly penting up while fighting Fatty Boba.

In the end, Dilan had given his best, but not in a direct confrontation with the Lesser God.

He had merely evaded the Lesser God’s attacks while acting as if he was a frail human being, an existence that would die the moment a Lesser God’s attack strikes him.

However, that couldn’t be further from the truth. He might only get smashed into the ground by the Lesser God’s fat, enlarged arm, but Dilan’s life couldn’t end just because of that single attack.

His weakness was just a means that allowed him to become stronger. Dying was just at the start of his journey because his immediate resurrection would follow suit…that was if one could consider Dilan to have died when his entire body was getting mashed, to begin with.

Dilan didn’t know when he would be considered to have died, or if he could ever consider himself dead, to begin with. He once wondered if he would live forever, and if it was his Origin ability that would make him survive even the downfall of a Universe, or if it was really the doing of the Universe that selfishly granted him a long life to ‘protect’ itself.

Dilan’s knowledge was higly advanced and worlds apart from what he knew ten thousand years ago, but even then there were things he couldn’t figure out.

He knew a lot more now than ever before but it was also somewhat evident that neither the Oracle, nor the Origin, nor the Universe itself was omnipotent…how else could it be that Fate Changers existed, or that the Universe couldn’t prevent its own doom even though it had been prophesied.

They were in need of residents of the Universe, seemingly tiny and insignificant beings, compared to the vastness of the Universe, to take care of them!

Dilan found that ridiculous but also quite interesting.

It was great to know that the Universe was not omnipotent and that even the Universe had its limitations.

However, this also indicated that laws applied to the Universe itself.

Who came up with these laws, and was there someone, or something that governed these laws?

Was there possibly some existence that governed all the Universes?

After all, nobody could actually tell how many Universes existed…

In the end, there were no answers to all these questions. Or at least, Dilan didn’t know the answers.

As for the Oracle, he knew that she was far from omnipotent as well.

She looked a bit frazzled to him whenever the Eternal Prisoner mentioned in the prophecy was discussed. This was something that caught Dilan’s interest quite a bit because he had wondered if the Oracle had been created from the Essence of the Universe’s Origin.

However, that didn’t seem to be the case because she felt emotions…or maybe he could be wrong.

Furthermore, her permission to play around in the Universe was also restricted, otherwise, she would have just agreed to his request about the True Destruction Trait, right at the beginning of the Trial of Power!

Dilan was slowly getting his hands on the ‘secret’ information that he had wanted to know, and he was getting more and more satisfied.

This left only one question in his mind:

Was it possible to separate certain places from the Universe to prevent the prophecy from affecting his loved ones?

Was it actually possible to find such a loophole?