Chapter 1673: You’re Too Late Nocturnis’ eyes narrowed. "You are strong now... but strength does not make you wise. You are a mortal wielding a cosmic will. You are not fit to hold it." Angy didn’t answer. The light around her intensified. "I said—move." Nocturnis swung a dark spear forward, forged from impenetrable darkness. She caught it with two fingers. The shockwave disintegrated a hundred-mile chunk of corrupted space behind them but Nocturnis was the one flung backward, smashing through fragments of collapsed dimensions like shards of broken glass. Gasps echoed from every deity present. The universe itself groaned. The battle exploded again as Angy dashed upward, appearing behind a deity trying to activate a multiversal-level sealing ability. She tore the power apart with raw force before the deity could even scream. Three more deities descended from above—launching synchronized beams capable of liquefying stellar clusters. Angy raised a single palm. BOOOOOOM! The beams ricocheted harmlessly off a barrier of pure Outworldly essence—before redirecting back at their casters, vaporizing two and heavily wounding the third. The last deity managed to utter— "What—what are you?" Angy only whispered: "The anchor of his return." And she crushed him. A distorted black-and-white ripple exploded across the region of corrupted space—the same corruption caused by Gustav’s death. The boundary of the anomaly shook like a tidal wave was building inside its walls. Falco braced himself, shielding Sersi and Ria as stray spatial shockwaves passed dangerously close. "This is getting out of hand," Aildris muttered. "Her body can’t handle that kind of power forever." But despite the growing instability, Angy fought relentlessly. Even as cracks formed along her arms, even as her veins glowed painfully bright, she continued overwhelming deity after deity. Until space tore open. A massive black-and-white rift appeared above them like the eye of a cold, ancient god. From it descended— The Overseer. Not just him. Hundreds of deities. Not avatars. Not projections. The real bodies. The entire region of corrupted space dimmed as they approached. Their combined presence was immensely suffocating. Even the distortion caused by the Outworldly essence bent away from them as if afraid. Angy floated before them with heavy breaths. The Overseer’s glowing massive form hovered above them all with a slightly disturbed expression. "So. The little mortal girl inherited his strength." Angy stared up silently. The Overseer extended one of his colossal hands. "You have slain many of my kind. That alone earns you annihilation." Falco stepped forward instinctively. "Stop!" he yelled. "She’s—" "Falco." Nocturnis cut in sharply. "Stand back." Angy raised her head while unleashing the full aura of the fifty percent Outworldly power. "Do all of you even realize what you’ve done? What you’re still doing? The universe is collapsing because of you. Gustav tried to save everything, but you—your pride, your ego—kept pushing." The Overseer let out a chilling laughter that shook the fabric of space. "The universe came from nothing," he said simply. "If it returns to nothing... so be it." Angy’s eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. "This is why the Outworldly existed. To keep you in check. Because you deities are too irresponsible with the power you wield." "You speak boldly for someone standing on the edge of oblivion," the Overseer replied. Then he leaned down slightly. "But the Outworldly is dead. Vaporized. Gone. And even if he somehow returned, hundreds of thousands of years later, this universe—and your precious mortals—would already be dust." Angy displayed a slow, unnerving smile. "Do not be so sure." The Overseer paused. So did every deity. Angy tilted her head. "You haven’t sensed it yet, have you?" There was a beat of silence. And then— Ba-dum~ Faint. Gentle. Like a distant echo. The deities jerked at the sound. Ba-dum~ It grew louder. Not from her chest. From her stomach. Their eyes widened. Nocturnis whispered, horrified: "...a heartbeat." The Overseer’s face twisted in shock. "You... carry his child..." A ripple of pure disbelief shot through the pantheon. Falco’s eyes went wide. "Angy... you... were pregnant?" Endric staggered backward, nearly dropping to his knees from the sudden revelation. E.E yelled out in shock, "This whole time!?" Ria covered her mouth, trembling. "Angy..." Sersi clutched her chest. "How...? When...?" Angy didn’t look at them. The Overseer’s expression shifted into something darker, something ancient. "I see..." he said slowly. "The essence. The Outworldly essence I sensed minutes ago... it wasn’t just you absorbing his remaining power. The child is a beacon. A reincarnation seed." Nocturnis clenched his fists. "This is... very, very bad." But the Overseer began laughing again—even louder than before. "Then I shall end the problem now. The Outworldly must never return, not even through offspring." Falco growled while stepping forward. "Touch her and—" "You will do nothing." The Overseer’s voice boomed like a collapsing nebula. He raised one of his six hands. A sphere of annihilation formed with an ability capable of erasing galaxies from existence. Angy didn’t flinch. Instead— She laughed. Openly. Hysterically. The deities froze. Even her allies stiffened. The Overseer lowered his hand slightly in confusion. "What is amusing?" he demanded. Angy’s eyes locked onto his. And her body began dissolving into particles of blinding white light. "You are too late..." The Overseer’s pupils dilated. "Wha—?" Angy’s form shimmered as her outline broke apart into motes of luminous dust drifting through the corrupted space. Her voice echoed, layered with Gustav’s energy, layered with something old... and new. "You cannot stop what has already begun." Her silhouette crumbled further, becoming radiant fragments scattering like glowing snow. Falco shouted, "ANGY—!!" But she didn’t react. As Angy’s body continued dissolving into shimmering particles of pure cosmic light, even the deities who ruled stars and forged universes were frozen in place. Her laughter faded. Her glow intensified. And in a voice that echoed through every dimension, she whispered the final words of her mortal form: "I love you, Gustav... we both do." The last fragment of her physical body broke away, joining the sea of luminous particles around her. But they didn’t drift apart like scattering dust. They hovered. Suspended. And began to glow.