Coker wasn't walkin anymore. He was *floatin*. Not because he try to look cool. But because his body had become too full with god force. The ground under his feet cracked every second he step. The very rules of nature start twistin around him. Air didn't feel like air no more—it felt like *will*. His will. Even birds flyin above stop flappin their wings. They hover like time pause itself.
He reach Floor 23, and this one wasn't just heavenly. It was *alive*. The clouds had eyes. The trees whisper languages that humans forgot before time had a name. A giant moon hang upside down and bleedin soft silver light. Coker look up, eyes narrow, and say only one thing:
"This floor breathin. It scared."
And it was. The whole realm could feel it. An intruder not blessed by gods, not chosen by fate—but a *breaker of both*—was here. And he wasn't gonna stop.
From the far edge of the floor, a gate open. Out step the Three High Arbiters of Balance. These was the guardians of the divine path. Creatures not born, but created by the system itself. One made of logic. One of judgment. One of pure punishment. They didn't talk. They just appear—and strike.
The first one snap the sky in half with a thought. The second make a prison from holy time. The third send every past sin Coker ever had and make it real, livin, breathin monsters. Even his fear of losin, his old bully, the day he cried alone—they all appear.
But Coker… he laugh. A wild laugh. Not from joy—but from *full rage*.
"Y'all wanna throw my pain at me? Then let me show you what pain become when it grow claws!"
He stomp the ground. Fate break again. His old self, the scared E-Rank trash? Gone. That version of him got burned in hellfire and reborn. Now standin here was the *Devourer King*, dressed in scars and shadow fire.
He crush the monsters of regret with one hand. The chains of guilt? Melted. The logic entity tried to erase him by using laws. But Coker grab the law rune and *ate it*. Yeah. He devour the *rule itself*.
System glitch.
"WARNING: Law Integrity Broken. Subject: Coker now immune to Class Penalty."
The judgment creature try to seal him in divine flame. Didn't work. Coker breathe in—and blow it out like a candle. That's when it realize. It wasn't judgin him no more.
*He was judgin them.*
Coker raise his right hand. His arm now covered in markings. Each one was a name of a god he devoured. Each one a *soul fragment* he stole.
He whisper: "Rise."
And from his shadow… came **seven divine wraiths**. The gods he already defeated. They follow him now. Not out of loyalty. But because his core *force them to kneel*. Each one holdin a celestial weapon. Each one once feared across galaxies.
Together, they smash the arbiters.
Explosion of light. Boom of fate. The system can't even process what's happenin. Code flickerin. Rules bendin. The very concept of what's possible now rewritten by Coker's hand.
"FLOOR 23 CLEARED," said a broken system voice.
But he don't rest. His eyes already lookin ahead. Floor 24 loomin like a mountain made of time and ash. But Coker walk forward. Step by step. His aura makin lightning fear to strike.
Back in the normal world?
Panic.
Churches fall. Pope try to erase records of him. Some worship him. Some fear him. Some try to pretend he don't exist. But his name now carved into every nation's sky. Even newborn babies speak his name in sleep.
A king in the north kill his whole bloodline just so Coker don't find them and take their fate. A magic school explode when tryin to clone his blood. Artifacts melt if they even scan his shadow.
But worse?
The gods who created the system itself… are now awake.
On a throne at the edge of reality, the ***First Maker*** open his eye. Only one. It was sealed for eons. But now… he stare.
"This child… he cross the line," the First Maker whisper. "He not just a threat. He the *reset.*"
Elsewhere, the original Devourer, the one locked deep under all the worlds, laugh again. "Almost, boy. Almost ready."
Meanwhile, Coker stand before Floor 24. And it shock even him. Because this floor… was a mirror.
But not a normal one.
It showed him… *what he could've been.*
Coker look. And see a version of himself. Soft. Safe. A hero who follow rules. Who bow to kings. Who smile fake smiles and protect the system.
And he feel somethin deep.
Not hate. Not rage.
**Pity.**
"I coulda been this," he mutter. "Weak. Blind. Controlled."
The mirror talk back. "That version had peace. Had family. Had love."
Coker nod slowly. Then smile with that same fire in his eyes.
"Maybe. But he didn't have *freedom.*"
He punch the mirror.
A shockwave blast through realms.
The whole tower shake. Even the gods on high grip their seats. One whisper, "He… he just broke the Dream Layer…"
New title unlocked: **Reality Breaker**.
New skill: **Truth Crusher Lv. 1**.
Suddenly, the world itself start speakin to him. The planet's soul, the original system, the divine throne… they all whisperin. All beggin. All scared.
"Stop. You will unmake us all."
But Coker walk on.
"I didn't climb this tower to stop halfway. I climbin till *nothing above me remain.*"
He pause.
Then say the coldest words ever spoken:
"If the gods want peace… they better hide behind somethin stronger than heaven."
The Final War has begun.
And Coker? He ain't comin to negotiate.
He is comin to devour everything.