Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Bam! Bam!

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Hey, stop. Can't you see it's locked? I don't think anyone lives here."

"No, don't stop. That thief is so cunning. He could be hiding anywhere. We can't leave any place unchecked."

Bang! Bang!

Lyra was sweating nervously inside as the people outside banged on the door, determined to break in.

If this continued, she would be caught and sent to the dungeons like her mother.

Her heart raced as she peeked through a crack in the window, searching anxiously for her savior.

Whoosh!

Plop!

Startled by the sudden noise, she instinctively turned around. There, to her immense relief, stood her unconscious mother alongside her savior.

"Mother!" Lyra exclaimed, rushing toward her with worry written all over her face.

"We don't have time for this little girl. Save the tears for now." Aengus said before grabbing her arm.

While Lyra was still stunned, Aengus acted swiftly, raising his hand to open a portal and leave the city.

"Huh? Spatial Interception?"

His attempt to activate the Greater Spatial Teleporter failed, leaving Aengus unable to create the portal.

Frowning, he assessed the situation quickly. It had to be either divine intervention or the use of an incredible artifact. There was no other explanation for the sudden restriction.

Without wasting time, Aengus switched tactics. Channeling his mastery over Space Laws, he initiated a small-distance spatial jump toward the city's exit. However, his limited mastery meant he could only traverse 2 kilometers in one leap.

The short distance frustrated him, and his thoughts turned briefly to his father-in-law, Belial. Whatever materials or technique Belial had used on the teleporter across massive distances effortlessly was something Aengus now greatly curious about.

"I'll have to ask him about it later," Aengus muttered as he prepared for another leap, already thinking about how such knowledge might accelerate his mastery over Space.

Aengus and the two others moved like shadows, gliding silently through the city as if ghosts passing unnoticed.

Lyra, cradled in his protective grasp, remained quiet. She could sense his foul mood, an almost tangible weight in the air. Despite the unease, she was astonished by the sheer scale of power he wielded. One moment he was in the real world; the next, he seemed to vanish into another dimension entirely.

Her small frame shivered with awe and envy. Could she ever achieve even a fraction of such strength? The thought lingered in her mind, filling her with both hope and uncertainty.

Within seconds, Aengus reached the city wall. But he paused abruptly, his keen senses detecting the vigilance of the guards stationed there.

Though he could easily annihilate the entire city if he unleashed his full power, he hesitated. "I don't need to harm innocents unnecessarily," he thought, trying to restrain himself.

However, the divine barrier before him was unyielding, blocking even his use of Space Laws to slip through undetected.

His patience, already thin, was nearing its limit. With every moment that passed, his frustration mounted.

"If I am forced to act, I will. For now, let's break you. Then, we will see who dares to block my path," Aengus muttered under his breath, his gaze turning cold.

Lyra shuddered, sensing Aengus's aura suddenly intensify, the weight of his power pressing down on her. Her eyes widened as she saw black dragon scales emerge, covering his once-beautiful form completely. In moments, he transformed into a humanoid dragon, his majestic wings unfurling with a commanding presence.

Aengus unsheathed his God Slayer Sword, the blade emanating a power so immense it caused the ground beneath him to tremble and crack. His stats surged further, pushing him to a near-unimaginable level of strength.

With a stance as steady as a mountain, he aimed his attack at the almost-invincible barrier that sought to trap him.

"Voidbreaker Slash!"

With a roar that seemed to shake the heavens, Aengus swung his blade, unleashing the devastating skill that he got from Emperor Kairos.

"CREEEEEEEACCCCKKK!"

"BUZZZZZZZ!"

The translucent barrier groaned in defiance, but it was no match for Aengus's overwhelming might. At the point of impact, the very fabric of space itself fractured, revealing a terrifying void of eternal darkness. The void growled like a ravenous beast, emitting a horrific suction force that began devouring everything in its radius.

Aengus stood firm, his stats nearing 500,000, allowing him to resist the void's pull. But the surrounding environment was not as fortunate. Several unfortunate guards and buildings were dragged into the void, their screams swallowed by the unrelenting darkness.

As the rest of the city froze in shock, unable to comprehend the apocalyptic scene before them, Aengus acted swiftly. Shielding Lyra and her mother with his immense power, he disappeared into the night, leaving the devastation behind.

The cries of despair and the haunting presence of the void lingered as the once impenetrable trap shattered into nothingness.

The old Archbishop, Elyon, and the Saintess stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the site of destruction. The void had consumed a vast area, leaving a massive, dark sinkhole spanning a radius of 3,500 meters, its edges shimmering ominously with residual chaotic energy.

Saintess Lumenaria quickly took action, her hands glowing with divine light as she channeled her energy to accelerate the natural healing of the Spatial Fabrics, the protective layer shielding the world of Creation from the endless Void.

"How... how did he break the Barrier of the Gods?" the Archbishop stammered, his voice heavy with disbelief. His aged eyes, filled with wisdom from decades of experience, failed to comprehend the magnitude of what they had just witnessed.

Elyon, the Light Hero, stepped forward, his expression grave. "Your Eminence, that... person is far beyond our current strength. Though I couldn't see his face clearly, I can say with certainty that he was male and someone who knows us—or at least, knows enough to exploit our defenses so perfectly."

The Archbishop's hands trembled, clutching his staff tightly.

Elyon continued, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the destruction. "And forgive my boldness, Your Eminence, but his power might even surpass yours. We should pray for 'their' intervention."