The Boundless Expanse(An Epic System Apocalypse LitRPG)

Chapter 667


The Dreamer held the gap in spacetime open with sheer strength alone. Its claw twitched, and it started to tug at the sides of the closed portal. To Sam's horror, they began to stretch.

He teleported next to the claw, and slammed his weapon into it. At this proximity, it felt like winds of razor blades were flaying the skin off his body. Blood rained down from him as he took thousands of points of damage every second.

The burgeoning orb of destructive energies still built before the Dreamer's talon. Sam saw it as his only hope to drive the interdimensional being back to where it belonged. He reached out with his domain and threw the might of his will at the elemental technique.

Normally, it would have had as little effect as a drop of rain on a forest fire. However, the Dreamer was disconnected from the bulk of its power. Had it been able to channel its full might through a single claw, this world would have already been dead.

The orb destabilized, and exploded with an apocalyptic flash of light. It propelled the claw back through the portal. Sam was caught in the blast, and tossed up into the sky. Blue faded to black as he exited the atmosphere, his health nearly empty.

On the world below, an immense ray of pink light slashed out across the surface of the planet. There was no noise, just light. Mile high tidal waves spread in every direction from the path of destruction. When the light vanished, a canyon, tens of thousands of miles long and hundreds of miles wide, was left etched into the surface of the Worldsea. It carved into the mantle of the planet, a vast sea of lava visible at the bottom of the rift.

The world faded away. The floor was finished, and Sam hoped that he had done all that he could to help his allies in the Worldsea. That final attack had scarred the planet beyond recognition. Anyone who had been caught in that blast would have died. All Sam could do was be glad that he wasn't one of them.

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One Week Later

Sam's hammer descended on his final foe's head, splattering blood and ruined flesh across the ancient stone of the labyrinth. The corpse of the undead minotaur lay before him, its obsidian hammer lying on the ground next to it. Strewn around the rest of the chamber were the minotaur's minions, a group of small, multiarmed humanoids that looked like fusions of man and spider.

Sam was covered in wounds, with his armor serving as no more than paper before the attacks coming his way. Every one of the monsters that he encountered were peak E Rankers, with the only differentiation in strength being in absolute power, not level.

The seventh segment of the Tower had consisted of a vast, winding maze lost to time, buried beneath the surface of a long abandoned planet. There was no overarching storyline to the layer, unlike before. Instead, Sam simply had to make his way to the center. The labyrinth was divided into ten segments, each of which was more difficult than the last. Not only did the average strength of the monsters go up, but so did the environmental dangers. Traps became abundant the further Sam went, some of which were deadly, or at least, would have been had he been caught. Stored reserves of D Rank power, waiting for him to walk through an invisible tripwire. Crushing pillars capable of grinding a country to dust.

The floor had been extremely essence rich, but not very interesting. The System had taken to reducing the essence that he received from battles, not having a way to limit it otherwise. It was oddly comforting to Sam, a sign that the System wasn't omnipotent.

Sam had leveled up five times from his exploits, bringing him to 185. More of his progression had come from his title upgrades. There wasn't really that much time for anything else like cultivation or elemental contemplation. Not because there was a time limit or anything like that, but because staying still for any amount of time drew the ire of the monsters.

Most of the creatures were undead, but they varied greatly in terms of their origins. Ranging from humanoids to beasts, there was no rhyme or reason to their provenances. Sam had butchered tens of thousands during his brief time in the labyrinth, and so far, hadn't found any sort of pattern.

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