Evil God Online: Multiversal Slaughter System

he sky in Ashkaran did not bleed.

It wept.

Not water, nor blood—but glass. Razor-sharp crystalline rain fell silently across a land of calcified giants, ancient corpses of titans petrified mid-scream. Ruin Xian stood at the edge of a broken plateau, the winds howling like forgotten voices across ravines stitched together with bones.

"Finally," he muttered, dragging a clawed fingertip across the air.

The corruption here felt ancient. Not like the chaotic entropy of the Dread Cross Gate, but something… meticulous. Surgical. As if someone had orchestrated the very madness infecting this realm.

His feet crunched over shattered helms and fossilized eyes, each one still twitching faintly with echoes of cursed memories.

Then—

Boom.

A fissure tore across the land, and from it erupted a being that should never have existed—a Multiversal Anomaly Class-Ω, shaped like a cathedral of flesh and mirrors, walking on stilts made of screaming clerics.

Ruin Xian didn't blink.

[Madness Domain: Devourer's Womb – Layer II Unsealed.]

The wind reversed. Reality distorted into a breathing spiral as tendrils of his domain lashed outward, swallowing color and sound. His silhouette burned into the ground—horned, winged, eyes rotating across his arms.

The anomaly screamed scripture. It answered with fragments from a thousand dead faiths.

But Ruin Xian's voice cut through it like a scalpel.

"Faith... is a cage for those too afraid of madness."

The Devourer's Womb pulsed.

From the ground, eyes began to bloom. Not his—but hers.

A voice coiled around his neck like silk.

"He speaks sacrilege in a realm watched by the Eye."

Ruin turned slowly.

Suspended in the sky above the anomaly was a colossal, inverted pyramid—a temple of eyeballs, endlessly blinking. From its apex floated a woman with no mouth, her long silver hair twisting into webs of orbiting irises.

Goddess Ashtariel, the Warden of Gaze.

Her eyes did not reflect light. They absorbed it. And they all focused on Ruin Xian.

"You walk into a realm I sealed. A cage for forgotten sins. And yet you—you are unmeasured."

"I am unmeasurable," Ruin replied, voice calm.

"Then you must be dissected."

And the sky collapsed.

She moved not with grace—but with certainty. Every flick of her finger reversed probability. Lightning fell sideways. Time bent in half. Illusions tried to replace Ruin with copies from his past lives.

But his madness had evolved.

[Madness Domain: False Reflection Devourer]

He devoured illusions.

Her attacks fractured the earth—but her truth had no power over his insanity.

Their battle ruptured tectonics. The anomaly fled, only to be skewered by loose shards of Ashtariel's wrath. Ruin caught one of her lashes mid-air—a whip of memories, forged from sins she'd witnessed.

It hissed in his palm.

"You watched. But you never acted."

"It is not the eye's duty to interfere."

"Then you're nothing but a coward behind lenses."

For the first time, her expression changed. The sky held its breath.

She charged.

This time, Ruin didn't use brute power. He used madness logic. His next move made no sense—even to her precognitive sight. He let himself be stabbed in the heart—only for the wound to infect her instead.

A thousand blinking eyes across her body began to cry blood. Her vision fractured.

"What… have you done—?!"

"A gift. From the Womb. Now see as I see."

She screamed—not in pain. But in awe.

She saw everything.

—Her realm.

—The gods hiding behind simulation layers.

—The System Mother, watching from the deepest orbit.

—And Ruin Xian… not as he is, but as what he's becoming.

She fell to her knees in midair, and the pyramid cracked behind her.

"This… is evolution."

"No," Ruin corrected.

"This is corruption ascending truth."

The pyramid exploded. Eyes rained down like petals. Her divine sigil faded into his palm.

[You have devoured: Goddess Ashtariel – Domain Fragment: All-Seeing Madness.]

His arms trembled. Not with pain—but hunger.

He turned toward the next pulse in the multiverse.

"There are more watchers."

And one of them… was watching from above. A presence unknown even to him.

Somewhere beyond the dying clouds, in a hidden lattice of simulation layers, a pair of lips curled into a smirk.

"He's coming along nicely."