[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy":3,"chapter-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-418":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1026974,1339,"Chapter 418: The Beginning Of The End [LXXX]","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-418",418,"\u003Cp>From Aestrea’s outstretched hand, two beams burst forth at the same time, one being a pitch-black color that swallowed all light around it, and the other pure being a white, which was radiant and cold, shining with absolute clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spiraled around one another as they came from his hand, twisting together like two intertwined serpents, perfectly balanced yet utterly destructive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOOOOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beams surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sound was erased first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything in front of Aestrea, whether that was flames, sand, shattered ruins, or even distorted air, was wiped away without resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fused god barely had time to scream before his body was caught within the spiraling beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe disintegrated instantly, golden flames extinguished in less than a millisecond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOO, WAIT!!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already too late for him to try to beg or anything like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the beams touched him, his existence began to unravel from the inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood, bone, divinity, soul... everything was torn apart and erased from existence simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no pain, no release, no afterlife waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beams continued onward even after erasing him, tearing through the domain itself as if it were made of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fissure ripped across reality, stretching endlessly in both directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside it was not darkness, but actually swirling galaxies, shattered stars, and distorted cosmic currents churned violently within, as if the universe itself had been cut open and laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beautiful, but also very terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edges of space struggled violently to seal the wound, but the Karma-infused destruction prevented it from closing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure widened further, pulling in light, heat, and remnants of existence like a cosmic abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The domain collapsed completely, meaning that the volcanoes, the sand, and everything else had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that giant fissure remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea lowered his hand slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body descended, feet touching nothing as he stepped forward into the void without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he entered the fissure, unimaginable pressure crashed down upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cosmic winds screamed, tearing at his body with enough force to shred powerful gods apart. Shards of broken space sliced past him, each one capable of ending strong gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea gritted his teeth and then reached out with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He directly grabbed the fissure itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers sank into space, gripping the edges of reality as if they were solid. Blood seeped from his palms as the pressure tried to rip him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Close...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy-like abyss resisted violently, the forces within surging as if enraged. Stars exploded within the wound, cosmic energy lashing out wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fucking close already!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 ✯Authority of Karma✯ 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Authority flared again, the yin-yang symbol blazing behind him as black-and-white light surged through his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced the fissure shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality snapped back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shockwave erupted outward, flattening what little remained of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space stabilized, sound returned, and the world reasserted itself as if nothing had ever been torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stumbled forward slightly as the last traces of the fissure vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuuuu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip... drip...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from his hands, evaporating before it could touch the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly, the yin-yang symbol behind him faded as the carps in his eyes slowly dissolved, replaced once again by moon-shaped pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’One last opponent left...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his right hand slighly before continuing further into the now-erased remnants of whatever seemed to be ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just walked a few hundred meters and finally reached the place that seemed to be Octo’s true hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very center of the devastation stood a large, circular chamber that somehow remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the chaos outside, this place was clean, intact, and strangely quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dim lights lined the walls, softly humming, illuminating a massive throne-like chair positioned at the far end of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was sitting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back was turned toward Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One leg was crossed over the other, fingers lazily tapping against the armrest, as if he had been waiting the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you finally made it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was very calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t answer, and seeing this, the man let out a soft chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know... when I was a child, I used to think the world was beautifully simple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers stopped tapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believed everyone could be fixed. That if you just pushed people in the right direction, showed them the correct path, they would all become better versions of themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back slightly in his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But reality doesn’t work like that, does it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow sigh escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was born weak. No great lineage. No divine favor. While other gods awakened their authorities naturally, I had to steal scraps just to survive. Experiments, failures, mockery... I was always the one standing behind the glass, watching others be called ’chosen.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shoulders rose faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hated it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence filled the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I studied them. Minds. Emotions. Fear. Obedience. I learned how easy it is to bend people when you remove choice from the equation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea took a single step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I planned everything carefully. The perfect system. A world without resistance. No wars. No chaos. Just control. Absolute, beautiful control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was going to brainwash everyone. Slowly, and gently... rewrite them so they wouldn’t even realize what they had lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head tilted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And then... you appeared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tapping returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A random nobody. An existence that wasn’t even part of my calculations. You invaded my base, slaughtered everyone, and ruined decades of preparation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, irritation crept into his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t even remember meeting you. Not once. No rivalry. No past grievance. You weren’t supposed to matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused slighly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But then my reports came in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, another chuckle slipped from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That ’nobody’ was the Fallen God.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chair slowly began to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Imagine my disappointment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man finally faced Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance was twisted, wires embedded into his flesh, mechanical parts fused unnaturally with his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One eye glowed with cold calculation, while the other twitched erratically, veins bulging around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tubes ran along his arms and neck, pulsing faintly as data and divinity flowed through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You see now?\" he said, spreading his arms slightly. \"I had plans. Perfect plans. And then fate decides to send you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s gaze remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Octo slowly stood up; his movements were oddly elegant for someone so distorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But then I thought... maybe this isn’t a setback.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe this is an opportunity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched his arm outward toward Aestrea, palm open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You and I aren’t so different,\" Octo continued, his voice starting to grow more excited than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You enforce your own way of balance. I enforce order. You judge. I decide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile widened, eyes gleaming with manic brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Together, we can rewrite the world. No resistance. No suffering. No meaningless struggle. We’ll make everyone obedient, peaceful, perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers curled slightly, as if already grasping the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t have to fight anymore, Fallen God.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Join me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell as Octo waited for Aestrea’s response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt strangely certain that his offer was irresistible, but for someone like Aestrea who went through almost one thousand reincarnations...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was mediocre at best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chronos was too damn strong, just like the Creator of Everything had told him. She deliberately made him that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Aestrea didn’t have time to listen to these stupid gimmicks of a mere cannon fodder than like Octo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...What a waste of time,’ he sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo kept his arm stretched out, palm open, his fingers twitching slightly as if already imagining Aestrea’s hand resting in his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence dragged on for quite a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Octo laughed hollowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... I see it already,\" he said, withdrawing his hand and pacing in a small circle before the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That look in your eyes... that judgmental look. You’re weighing me, aren’t you? Deciding whether I’m worth erasing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But before you do,\" Octo continued, turning his back to Aestrea once more, \"you deserve to hear the rest. After all... you’re already part of my story now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls of the chamber flickered, then lit up with countless projection screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images started filling the air as countless cities, realms, and divine territories appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billions of living beings moving on with their lives, unaware of whatever is happening right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I was young,\" Octo muttered softly, as if it were some kind of precious memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I learned something very important. Freedom is something... overrated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured toward one of the projections, showing a war-torn land littered with corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give people freedom, and they kill each other for it. Give them a choice, and they choose greed. Give them power, and they drown the world in blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another screen showed starving civilians bowing to a tyrant god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I asked myself, why not remove the problem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo turned again, his eyes gleaming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Choice is the problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread his arms wide, almost theatrically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My plan wasn’t crude mind control, despite what others believed. No, no... that’s inefficient. Temporary. People resist it eventually.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was going to rewrite the foundation of thought. A universal resonance. A subtle frequency layered into reality itself. Not commands, but instincts. Obedience would feel natural. Peace would feel inevitable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You call that peace?\" Aestrea asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo smiled wider upon hearing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I call it mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked closer to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You, of all beings, should understand that. You judge the world. You erase those who tip the balance too far. You decide who deserves to exist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So why is it wrong when I try to prevent imbalance before it even happens?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know how many times your existence alone has terrified gods into submission? How many wars ended simply because the Fallen God might appear?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo’s hands trembled, not with fear, but excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re proof that control works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s why I studied you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I traced your movements across eras. Every time you appeared, civilizations reset. Corruption vanished. Balance returned. You don’t rule... yet the world bends anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo’s mechanical eye glowed brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I realized something incredible. There’s a certain authority that is within every single Fallen God... and that is...Karma.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t just control Karma.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You areKarma’s exception.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projections changedagain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they showed ancient experiments of failed fusion subjects, fractured souls, broken gods screaming as their minds collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I tried to recreate you,\" Octo admitted calmly. \"I failed. Again and again. No one could hold that authority without breaking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But then fate handed you to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Octo took another step forward, stopping just an arm’s length from Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you help me,\" he uttered quietly, almost reverently, \"I don’t need to enslave the world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can let you decide who keeps their will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could remove suffering permanently. No more rebellions. No mad gods. No endless cycles of chaos that even you have to keep cleaning up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his arm again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rule with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not as a tyrant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But as a designer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes, filled with expectation, looked at Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>",1900,"2026-06-03T09:18:17.304Z","2026-06-03T09:18:22.613Z",1,"novelbin.me","e6096e53bd800e781745254d617999a70f7b0337d1265e5721a043b204e4c370","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-419","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-417",547,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-cover.jpg"]