The Bloodline System Chapter 1678 1678: We've Won!

Gustav realized that if this situation persisted, total annihilation was inevitable.

He was left with no other choice; he had to conclude this battle immediately.

However, the price would be absolute—

He surveyed the surroundings, watching as billions of lights were snuffed out with every passing second.

If he triggered the technique he was currently priming…

Everything—every single thing in existence—would cease to be.

Even the hollow scaffolds of space would vanish.

Even the threads of the timelines.

Even the very notion of being.

Taking a deep breath, he reached a final conclusion.

His form became a blur, accelerating thousands of times beyond the speed of light, surpassing time itself, and transcending the laws of cause and effect. He darted between various galaxies, evading the Overseer's pursuit while gathering his energy.

Every flicker of his movement ignited supernovas.

A cluster of stars was crushed under every step he took.

With every breath, a pocket dimension was unmade.

The Overseer pursued him with thunderous force, a grotesque giant absorbing the essence of death and ruin to further fuel his monstrous evolution.

Gustav’s fingers began to shake, radiating a catastrophic power.

Once this attack was loosed, it would devour everything.

He muttered a quiet vow to himself:

"One blow."

The Overseer lunged forward, cleaving a galaxy in two just to close the distance.

Suddenly, Gustav halted his flight.

He funneled every ounce of his power into his limbs, concentrating energy so dense it began to liquefy the layers of reality surrounding him.

"I'm ending this—"

He lifted his hand, ready to discharge the strike he had been building...

But then, he realized he was paralyzed.

His arm became fixed in place.

Then his other arm followed suit.

Finally his legs were caught.

His entire frame was locked tight, as if held by a supernatural cage.

Gustav’s eyes snapped wide in shock.

Beneath his feet, his own shadow split apart, peeling open like a decaying corpse blooming into filth, as tendrils of pure darkness coiled around his body.

Waves of death-energy pulsed through these bindings.

"Nocturnis…" Gustav growled through gritted teeth.

It made sense now.

He identified the technique immediately—the Shadow-Death Binding.

It was a forbidden seal that gained potency in direct proportion to the amount of death present in the vicinity.

And at this moment?

Everything in their wake was in the process of dying.

Galaxies were being flattened.

Entire species were being wiped out.

Stars were being shredded.

Nocturnis was gorging himself on the slaughter.

A freezing echo reached Gustav from behind:

"Did you think you were the only one setting the stage?"

Nocturnis emerged from Gustav’s own shadow, his massive silhouette draped in shifting darkness that was bloated with the power of all who had perished.

Gustav strained against his restraints, causing reality to crack under the pressure.

The shadows surged and tightened.

But it was only a temporary hold.

Gustav erupted with his aura, releasing a savage wave of power that shattered every natural law.

The bindings began to vibrate and fail.

They wouldn't be able to restrain him for long.

Nocturnis was aware of this.

The Overseer was aware of this too.

Yet, this had been the strategy all along.

Nocturnis whispered softly:

"Your power isn't the only one that grows from chaos."

The shadows constricted once more, snapping tight, though Gustav could already sense them losing their grip.

Then, the Overseer’s voice boomed.

His words resonated across the collapsing universes:

"If I cannot kill you…"

He reached out with both hands.

"…then I will imprison you forever."

The exact moment Gustav tore through the bindings—

FWOOM—

He was surrounded by an explosion of light.

It wasn't ordinary light.

It wasn't simple energy.

It wasn't even aura.

It was something entirely different.

A crimson glow.

Crimson bars.

A cage forged from concentrated divine imprisonment, manifested from the Overseer’s own authority.

It coiled around him like a blossoming flower of doom.

Gustav snarled, striking the bars with his fist—and he instantly felt the repercussions.

KRRRSHHH—

A concentrated beam of destruction energy erupted from the bars, striking him in the chest and hurling him backward into the center of the cage.

Additional beams began to fire.

From above him.

From beneath him.

From every conceivable angle of the prison dimension.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Each explosion pushed him back to the center, making it impossible for him to focus his strength on any single corner of the cage.

Outside the structure, the Overseer hovered, his frame trembling from the sheer strain of maintaining the prison. His hideous form flickered unsteadily, yet a massive, distorted grin remained on his face.

Nocturnis stood by his side, observing the pulsating red cage.

Gustav gave a roar and attempted to seize the bars—

Only for a violent surge of energy to detonate directly in his face.

The cage intensified as it continuously shifted into a more perfected state.

The Overseer whispered in triumph:

"Your story ends here."

Regrettably, this prison was far more than a mere cage.

It was a manifestation of a concept.

A living realization of confinement, carved from the Overseer's personal authority, woven with the debris of shattered timelines, and bolstered by the death-strengthened power of Nocturnis. The blood-red bars throbbed like biological veins, each one shimmering with enough power to wipe out galaxies.

Inside the boundary, Gustav was being assaulted from every direction.

Streams of condensed destruction energy pounded him without mercy—one from above, three from the left, five from the rear, and dozens more from angles that defied logic. Every beam packed enough force to turn a solar system into cosmic dust.

The onslaught was relentless.

The beams fired in a never-ending sequence, weaving and intersecting to ensure Gustav never found a moment of peace. Within that cramped space, it felt like being trapped in the eye of a cosmic hurricane designed to grind even Origin-level entities to nothing.

Gustav’s frame jerked with every hit.

His skin would rupture and knit back together in the same millisecond.

His bones would shatter and instantly reform.

His aura flared wildly before being suppressed and reigniting again.

The prison was intended to keep him in a state of constant instability—a chaotic equilibrium of infinite pressure designed to dismantle even his transcendent form.

On the outside, the Overseer breathed heavily, holding the red cage together as if he were grasping a collapsing universe with his bare hands.

Nocturnis watched the energy beams collide with Gustav, his eyes widening in realization.

Other deities—the few who had survived the apocalyptic conflict—floated nearby in stunned silence.

Then, the Overseer broke into a fit of hysterical, shattered, and victorious laughter.

"We got him…!" he screamed, his voice a mix of delirium and joy. "We finally caught him this time!"

One of the surviving deities let out a sob of pure relief.

Another laughed, breathless with shock.

Nocturnis cast his shadow forward, sensing the vibrations of Gustav’s muffled aura within the prison.

"Yes," Nocturnis whispered with dark satisfaction. "He cannot break free from this. Not as long as the concept of the prison remains intact."

"If Gustav is caged for eternity," another deity remarked, "then he can no longer undergo reincarnation. And if he cannot die, he cannot come back! This is our victory!"

More laughter echoed through the void, and for a brief moment, the deities felt a spark of hope in what had seemed like a never-ending nightmare.