My Bugged System Made Me Too OP!

Chapter 163: He eats worlds(fixed)

The sheer scope of the demon kingdom’s ambitions was far more apocalyptic than a mere territorial invasion.

According to the hollow, forced admissions that poured from Yaroth’s bloody lips, the infiltration of human society was merely the first phase of a catastrophic harvest.

Their ultimate objective was to completely compromise the internal defenses of the human world, preparing the entire planet for the arrival and consumption of the Demon Lord.

From Yaroth’s description, the Demon Lord was not just a powerful ruler, but an incomprehensible entity of absolute cosmic dread.

He was a being of such immense, unfathomable power that his existence defied the natural laws of the universe.

Yaroth’s voice had trembled violently beneath the Dragon’s Order as he revealed the entity’s favored hobby: "eating" entire worlds.

He described it not as a metaphorical conquest, but as a literal, physical, and spiritual devouring of living planets.

Noah’s mind reeled as he processed the absurd claim. Behind the absolute concealment of his matte-black cat mask, his brow furrowed in deep, unyielding confusion.

He genuinely did not understand what that was supposed to mean.

Throughout all his years of studying at the academy, he had never once heard of a being capable of devouring entire worlds.

He had never even considered such a terrifying feat to be remotely possible.

To Noah, the concept sounded like the far-fetched fabrications of a madman or the exaggerated myths of an ancient cult.

After all, they were not talking about a mere city, a kingdom, or even a vast continent.

They were talking about a huge planet! A massive, rotating celestial body bound by complex gravity, and infinite layers of atmospheric mana.

The sheer scale required to affect a whole planet made the idea of "eating" it completely unfathomable.

Yet, a cold dread settled deep into Noah’s chest. He quickly realized that he didn’t need to fully understand the cosmic mechanics of how a world could be eaten.

The practical implications were crystal clear: this meant the total, absolute annihilation of the planet as they knew it.

If the Demon Lord succeeded, there would be no conquered kingdoms, no enslaved populations, and no ruins left behind. Every living soul, every scrap of history, and the very ground beneath their feet would cease to exist.

’As if that isn’t enough,’ Noah thought, his jaw tightening beneath his mask. ’They have already advanced quite well in their plans.’

This was no longer a distant, theoretical threat that the human realms could prepare for over the next few centuries.

The machinery of destruction was already actively turning, and the foundations of their world were already rotting from within.

According to the detailed timeline Yaroth had been forced to recount, the shadows created from this horrific underground experiment had already been systematically spread all across the world.

They were no longer confined to the frontier or the dark, lawless borders of the continent. The successful sleeper agents had successfully slipped past the detection arrays of major nations, embedding themselves quietly within the rhythm of everyday human life.

Their precise, malicious goal was to slowly invade human society from the shadows and weaken its foundational strength from within.

They weren’t looking to cause loud, chaotic explosions or trigger premature wars that would alert the high councils.

Instead, they were operating like a silent, terminal disease.

They focused on quietly assassinating either exceptionally talented young magi before they could reach their full potential, or target individuals who occupied high, critical positions within the global infrastructure.

The terrifying reality of this strategy hit Noah with the force of a physical blow as a recent tragedy suddenly clicked into place.

An undeniable, grim example of this targeted assassination plot was the Arch Magus from the guild who had been mysteriously killed just a short while ago.

According to Yaroth’s forced confession, these sleeper agents didn’t start out as powerful as they were now.

When the shadows were first dispatched two decades ago, their abilities were relatively limited.

Instead, they had been continuously growing stronger as time passed, absorbing environmental mana and refining their artificial shadow cores within human society.

They were living, breathing weapons that matured in secret, becoming more lethal with every passing year.

Amidst the suffocating dread filling the frozen laboratory, Noah managed to find one solitary silver lining.

The only good news about all he heard was that the demons had been trying and failing to replicate another batch of shadows ever since the first successful one twenty years ago.

For two full decades, their dark production line had been completely stagnant.

Refusing to accept a vague answer on such a critical flaw, Noah had tried pestering Yaroth for the exact reason behind these failures, driving Kael’s mental compulsion deeper to extract the truth.

But even the demon supervisor didn’t know why.

The precise alchemical and spiritual formula that had succeeded twenty years ago simply refused to work again, remaining a mystery even to the head researchers of the facility.

From what Yaroth said, the process had entirely destabilized.

Every single time they tried to graft a high-density shadow core into a new subject, the host body couldn’t handle the rejection.

All the new batches simply melted into bones within a matter of hours, their flesh and souls violently dissolving under the volatile pressure of the corrupted element.

Noah gnashed his teeth in absolute revulsion, a sickening wave of fury boiling beneath his cat mask as he looked down at the floor blocks.

He remembered with agonizing clarity that these weren’t just "batches" or "subjects"—these were innocent human kids who the demons casually melted into bones.

The sheer, transactional indifference with which Yaroth described the horrific deaths of hundreds of stolen children made Noah’s mana flare dangerously.

They had practically been trying over and over again, treating human life like a repetitive, disposable trial.

For twenty years, the researchers had blindly repeated the torturous procedures, hoping to randomly hit the exact same miraculous results as last time, but failed consecutively without exception.