The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

497: The Primordial and The Prima

Chapter 497: The Primordial and The Prima

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-「Let a nigga brag Pitt, Legend of the fall, took the year like a bandit, Bought Mama a crib and a brand new wagon, Now she hit the grocery shop lookin' lavish—」

High above the nonexistent battlefield, [Icons] shimmered in the sky as Neji called them forth, as they all resonated with the rhythm of [Starboy] by The Weeknd, yet the lyrics seemed to change themselves at one point.

In this vast expanse of the cosmos, a spectacle more unique than anything else unfolded beneath the watchful eyes of countless spectators, each one a formidable presence in their own right. They wondered, for the umpteenth time in the last century, what the Icons in the sky truly were, and why were they singing?

-「Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan, Gods get loose when they hear this song, A hundred on the dash get me close to God, We don't pray for love, we don't pray at all」

Each beat of the song seemed to synchronize with the clash of titans below, lending an almost cinematic quality to the epic confrontation. The onlookers wondered if the music function of the Icons truly existed for theatrics, or if it served as another purpose.

Among the hidden onlookers who were enjoying this fight as a Live Stream, Class Zero, King Omni, the pinnacle of Class Zero, was there. They watched with an inscrutable expression in their undistinguishable, mist-like form.

"...A sight to see, indeed," they murmured, their voice carrying the weight of eons. The outcome of this battle could very well dictate the future of the omniverse.

In another part of the omniverse was Queen Quantum, her form a swirl of subatomic particles, as she too observed the battle with a cosmic scientist's curiosity. "Fascinating," she commented, "to see such powers constrained, yet still so... explosive."

Other cosmic entities, like the ancient star wanderer, Lord of All that is Light, Alaric, and the nebula-born Sage of Creation, Nebulon, exchanged speculative glances as they too watched this battle from lightyears far.

"Do you think the Primordial underestimated him? It's been a few minutes, yet he isn't dead yet." Alaric's voice was a constellation of sounds, any human would have bled from their ears and died if they heard it.

Nebulon, her eyes reflecting the swirling galaxies within that could see from one part of the cosmos to the other with ease, simply nodded. "Perhaps."

Likewise, entities that Neji knew, and entities he had never met, all observed the battle where his and the omniverse's fate would be sealed. Among these observers, however, it was Contessa Fate who felt the tension most acutely.

Fate watched the battle happen from nearby, while her fellow Class 1s fought against the Godmother and her many clones that defined her many lives. They left Fate be, but she was sure she'd be targeted the moment she tried something.

So, Fate stayed on the sidelines and watched as Neji and the Primordial's hands collided, sending shockwaves through the fabric of reality. Seeing Neji's frustrated frown as he failed to get the upper hand, she couldn't help but recall her first encounters with him.

"He's grown beyond what I foresaw," she admitted, a mix of admiration and affection lacing her words. "But is this enough..." She had feared he'd be taken out in the first few minutes, but here he was. But how long can he last for...?

As the song [Starboy] reached its crescendo, so too did the fight, each movement, each strike, a force coming from the depth of the indomitable spirits of the combatants.