The Empyreal Gem Master-Chapter 250: The Apex of the Infinite Cosmic Tower! I

After meeting the initial Dwarven Cosmic Realm entity and her party, Alexander found himself encountering many other beings of the Cosmic Realm.

Not only did he embody the core feature of the Peacemaker, but he also passively obtained their records and details with his own eyes.

He met entities he could have never imagined facing mere days ago. If any one of them had appeared in his small, insignificant world just a week prior, they could have snuffed him—and everyone else around him—out of existence with a single thought.

And yet, here he was, flying alongside them, slowly beginning to understand them—both through their cosmic records and their interactions with him.

He was, at his core, a man of peace. A man who wanted nothing more than to enjoy life without entanglements or enemies clouding his mind.

For him, this Infinite Cosmic Tower—what many other beings deemed a prison—was more than fine. It was a contained space that allowed him to grow stronger passively, without having to worry about too much.

With millions of years' worth of memories echoing inside him, he understood something vital—sometimes, the pursuit of truth, of the mysteries that eluded even the most powerful beings, brought more disappointment than any sense of resolution.

He had seen this truth unfold time and time again… in the lives of the countless beings he had killed.

Now, as he looked at the gathering of Cosmic Realm entities—and even a few Universal Filament beings vying to join the fray—he saw something undeniable. Hope shimmered in their eyes and wove into the fabric of their existence. They needed to break free from the Infinite Cosmic Tower, as if their very lives depended on it.

As if simply existing here…was agony. Their egos, their personalities, their entire weavings of existence—none of it could accept being imprisoned in a space they neither understood nor had the freedom to leave.

Alexander looked at them all, and a thought passed through him.

What if even if the Unweaver succeeds—if he breaches the Apex of the Infinite Cosmic Tower using whatever cruel means he's prepared—what if, beyond that ceiling… there's just another tower? A slightly bigger prison? One they'll now feel compelled to escape, too?

That thought buzzed within his mind like lightning as something inside him surged.

The Enthusiast—the core feature of his Enneagram—resonated, vibrating like a tuning fork at the center of his soul as it pulsed with a prophecy.

A prophecy that echoed in his mind in a deep, booming, robotic voice that only he could hear.

[When the multicolored seas are breached, they will know.

When the man born of ruin sacrifices, they will go.

Through a tower of blood, bones, and death,

A clean breakthrough shall be set.

Yet no joy spreads from the Victors of Blood.

The Peacemaker cuts off all entanglements, good and bad.

He looks from the peak of a Tower, and closes his eyes for peace, not for power.

For peace, not for power.]

…!

The words reverberated in his soul.

For peace, not for power.

Listening to that inner prophecy, Alexander felt a strange serenity flood through him. Whether this tower led to an even grander domain beyond his imagination or revealed itself to be yet another cage… it didn't matter.

As long as his life—and the lives of those he loved—remained untouched, he would continue living… for peace.

Eventually, he would obtain enough power to escape any possible Tower whenever he wished!

This serenity melted away his attachments and his worries. Only a few things held importance now:

His family.

And his peace.

So, to cut away the last of his entanglements for the sake of that peace, and he followed the throngs of Cosmic Entities.

Over the next hour, the most powerful beings within the Infinite Cosmic Tower gathered at the Choir of Ruin and Primordiality, encircling a single figure.

A Cosmic Filament Entity.

The gathering stirred something ancient. Even Alexander, as his gaze swept the monumental scene, finally laid eyes on the Unweaver—already surrounded by dozens of Cosmic Realm beings, all looking toward this man standing atop a pillar of crimson brilliance.

Across structures born from primordial and ruinous authority, Cosmic Realm entities lifted their gazes and wills toward him. The Unweaver's voice carried out over the masses.

"Today is the day we finally break free of the prison we were born into. We have lived in cycles of countless years. We are entities who forged cosmos from within no origins—who formed cosmic filaments inside our origins. Why, then, should we be confined inside a cage?!"

HUUUM!

Cosmic Authorities surged as the weavings of existence around him buzzed—vibrating with agreement and fervor.

The Unweaver looked at each of them with shining, defiant eyes as he continued.

"Today is the last and final assault on the apex of the Infinite Cosmic Tower. This time, there is no failure. No turning back. Either the ceiling breaks or my entire weaving of existence shatters today. There is no third path!"

…!

His eyes burned with the mad light of obsession.

Crimson tendrils of authority billowed from him, his red robe fluttering through space like that of a war general leading his final battalion into a sacred battle.

From afar, Alexander watched him, smiling faintly.

He held no personal grudge against the Unweaver.

But life, he'd learned, had a way of collecting its debts.

Even though he had no quarrel, the White Ascender—whose legacy Alexander now carried—did.

Because the Unweaver had betrayed and killed the White Ascender.

Perhaps the Unweaver had long since forgotten that act. But today, when he stood on the cusp of his greatest triumph, ready to breach the ceiling and make a way for countless others…

Alexander knew it would be his last moment.

The Unweaver had claimed that either the tower's ceiling would shatter, or his weaving of existence would.

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But Alexander understood something he didn't.

There was always a third possibility.

Even if the ceiling broke—his weaving could still collapse.

Just as the weaving of another Cosmic Realm entity had once collapsed… to give Alexander the very power he now wielded.

Cause and effect.

Karma.

Alexander remained immersed in that profound epiphany as cosmic authority surged around the Unweaver. The man raised his fist toward the distant multicolored sea above and roared.

"FOR FREEDOM!"

…!

For freedom.

Others surged for freedom.

Alexander moved forward for peace.

And so, he followed calmly.

Because deep in his heart, he knew…

Many things were about to end!