[{"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-432":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},1026988,1339,"Chapter 432: The Beginning Of The End [XCIV]","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-432",432,"\u003Cp>The rest of the days were truly peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea spent the whole time with his lovers and friends, doing the most he could during that brief period of happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, every kind of happiness would need to come to an end, as right now... the seal of the world had been broken again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And of course, Aestrea had already sealed off that area and was now looking at a single god that hovered at the peak of the 8✯ True God Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And who might you be?\" Aestrea asked in a cold tone, already having both of his swords unsheathed, ready to fight at any given moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in front of him had brown hair and brown eyes, looking at Aestrea almost like it was looking at an ant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you even deserve to know my name?\" he scoffed lightly, swinging his hand just for a blue spear to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...A God of Creation.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea furrowed his eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was really going to get messy if he truly was going to fight this fucker, after all, God or Goddess of Creations were known for a single thing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was... absolute authorship over existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creation Gods did not throw techniques or spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Creation God wrote outcomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality bent first, logic followed later, and resistance arrived last, usually as a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space formed weapons before thought finished, laws rewrote themselves mid-motion, and causality obeyed command rather than sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battlefield against such a being never stayed a battlefield for long, as everything, including the battlefield itself, would turn against the challenger, in this case, Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea did not waste another second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the thought settled, his body was already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One instant, he stood there, prepared to attack... in the next, the space behind the Creation God folded inward by half a breath, and Aestrea emerged from it like a ghost, Heavenly Swallowing Sword already swinging in a clean, silent arc aimed straight at the back of the man’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade passed through, but strangely... nothing really happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s pupils shrank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"body\" in front of him shattered into blue fragments, collapsing into floating symbols that dissolved like mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A decoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his blade even finished its arc, the world lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Did he rewrite gravity in that split-second?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up and down lost meaning as the sky folded beneath his feet and the ground rose like a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted midair, barely stabilizing himself as his surroundings warped into something wrong, angles bending in ways eyes should not follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm voice echoed from everywhere at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You chose the wrong opening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God stood several dozen meters away, completely unharmed, blue spear resting lightly against his shoulder as if this were nothing more than a lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked... bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea slid back, his boots carving long marks into reality before coming to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You rewrote your own position.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man smiled faintly. \"I removed the concept of ’behind me’.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk,\" Aestrea clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creation did not dodge attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It edited conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zrrr...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Swallowing Sword hummed faintly, clearly displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea shifted his stance, Midnight lowering while the Heavenly Swallowing Sword angled forward, his grip tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" Aestrea stated flatly, \"most gods piss themselves once they realize that blade erases divinity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God raised an eyebrow. \"And you assume I still define myself as divine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue spear rotated once in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky darkened, not from clouds, but from rewritten density.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light itself bent awkwardly, stretching, slowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thickened like syrup around Aestrea’s limbs, trying to define him as something less mobile, less threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea took one step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground rejected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His foot sank halfway into space as if the floor decided solidity was optional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Tch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled himself free with brute force, muscles screaming as resistance spiked several times higher than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creation was not attacking yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was observing and adjusting parameters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Interesting,\" the man murmured. \"You persist despite unfavorable rules.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve lived entire lifetimes under worse,\" Aestrea smirked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished again, but this time, he didn’t use his speed and instead tried to cut...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Swallowing Sword slashed downward, not at the Creation God, but at the space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut devoured divinity, erasing the authority embedded in the distance itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stepped through the erased gap and appeared directly in front of the man, Midnight thrusting forward this time, aimed straight at the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade struck something invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No... it was... something conceptual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue script-like barrier formed at the exact point of contact, characters flowing like liquid thought as Midnight screeched against it, sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply looked down at the blade with mild interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Violence is permitted, but success is not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted his wrist and slashed sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier shattered, and in that moment, for a fraction of a second, the man’s chest was open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea went for the kill, thrusting the Heavenly Swallowing Sword forward, but as he did so... the sword suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not against the flesh of God...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade hung inches from the man’s body, frozen midair as if the future itself had been paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea felt it then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of thought, pressing down on reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outcome:Attack does not reach the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s eyes darkened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the reason he absolutely despised fighting against Gods with the Authority of Creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could simply edit everything to their liking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea pulled his sword back, his eyes locked onto the man in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly as if amused by a child’s persistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You felt it, didn’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The correction granted by my authority.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a single step forward, blue spear dragging lightly through the air, leaving faint glowing trails behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You swing with intent,\" the man continued with a steady and detached tone. \"But intent is irrelevant. I decide which results are allowed to exist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed his footing instead, Midnight lowering while the Heavenly Swallowing Sword angled to the side, his posture tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God noticed it and smiled wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still thinking you can outplay creation itself?\" he asked mockingly. \"You are fast, yes. Sharp. Dangerous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But speed does not matter when the ending is written first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear did not pierce space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space formed around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea reacted instantly, twisting his body sideways as the air where his head had been split open like paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glowing blue line tore past his cheek, close enough that his hair was sliced cleanly, strands drifting down slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He countered at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midnight flashed upward, then downward, then sideways, creating a storm of precise strikes aimed at joints, neck, vitals, and every gap he could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack, crack, crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blow met resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barriers formed and collapsed in rapid succession, rewritten faster than his blade could follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some didn’t even look like shields, just sudden changes in reality where Midnight simply failed to finish its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God stepped backward once, then another time, his spear moving in short, controlled motions, carving arcs of rewritten space that Aestrea narrowly avoided each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the mocking calm on his face, his eyes had sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Annoying,\" the man muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea lunged again, this time feinting high and cutting low, erasing divinity along the ground itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor vanished under the Creation God’s feet for a brief instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea went in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear slammed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea crossed his swords just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact blasted him backward, boots tearing long scars through the ground as he skidded dozens of meters away before stopping himself with a sharp twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God straightened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You see? You cannot land a decisive blow. And I cannot strike you cleanly either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your reaction speed borders on absurd. Every lethal outcome I attempt is rejected by your movement alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea wiped a thin line of blood from the corner of his mouth, eyes still fixed on the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lucky me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is tedious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God smiled faintly before raising his spear again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the world shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky dimmed as countless glowing blue constructs formed above as half-finished shapes of weapons, walls, and symbols, all hovering like unfinished thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will simply compress the probabilities and remove the paths where you survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure hit Aestrea instantly, and instantly, he felt his sense of direction go wrong, as every movement he tried to make carried a faint resistance, as if the universe itself was telling him to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped anyway, and instantly, a spear appeared directly inside his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted hard, but not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLURT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue spear tore through his shoulder, punching out the back in a spray of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force spun him sideways, and he crashed into the ground, skidding across broken earth before rolling to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain hit a second later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agh... cough! Fucking hell...\" Aestrea coughed, blood splattering onto the ground as his wound started to heal slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God lowered his spear, watching calmly with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There... at least, now I know that you can bleed,\" he said in a mocking tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea pushed himself up on one knee, breathing heavily, as he wiped the blood dripping from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely... he was actually smiling, quite widely, actually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Got it,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" The Creation God frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea lifted his head, his crimson eyes glinting faintly as he looked straight at the man’s spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At first,\" Aestrea said slowly, \"I thought you were untouchable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his hands as blood still dripped from his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you’re not rewriting everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You rewrite outcomes,\" Aestrea continued. \"But you still need an anchor. A tool.... something real to push those edits through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every time you try to finish me,\" he added as his gaze locked onto the blue spear, \"you use that thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence hung between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Creation God’s grip on the spear instantly tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s smile widened a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s your weakness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1725,"2026-06-03T09:18:17.304Z","2026-06-03T09:18:22.613Z",1,"novelbin.me","32e57a6dc6af4284aa54d3e6249715414cefcf0d841e872257fb2b0a378f18dd","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-433","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-431",547,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-cover.jpg"]