The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

Chapter 273: Only One.

"We shouldn't, if either of us gets caught the Emporium will kill us and our families," Cecelia stared at her friend in the privacy of their room after Sal had deactivated her security and monitoring system. "Sal,"

"Cecelia, how long do you think it'll take before the general decides that you've done enough, how long until he's had his fill and chooses to do away with you?" Sal asked, sweeping her long hair behind her and huffing.

"I'm telling you, this is the only way out for people like you, I've seen it before, I was an analyst before you showed up and I'll be an analyst long after you're gone." She made fancy gestures with her hands and pointed at the white-haired woman. "You know this just as well as I do."

"Viktor took me in when I was going to be executed-"

"Don't give me that crap, he's been using you, the things that man has done to you Cecelia; they're beyond criminal, if he did that to anyone else he'd be killed but they let it pass under their noses because nobody cares about you!" She held her shoulder and placed the tab she had been holding in Cecelia's lap.

"For your sake and the sake of your husband and the others, do it." Sal nodded at her.

"Why?" Cecelia stared at the tab with her brows furrowed. "Why are you trying so hard to help me knowing what happens if you get caught?" She stared at the woman, and she scoffed and closed her eyes with a smile, making a gesture to herself.

"I joined the Imperial army because I wanted to make the Godslayer and Vatui terrorists pay for what they'd done, that was so long ago I can't date it, I'm almost as old as the end of the war itself; but ever since my first day as an enlisted cadet, to my promotion as an analyst I haven't seen a single one of those supposed terrorists and evildoers attack on their own, there's always provocation there's always antagonism," Sal shook her head and closed her eyes.

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"Even in your case; you were hiding, they attacked you first, you surrendered while the others ran, and then offered yourself to the Emporium to keep them away."

"Vatui aren't benevolent beings, Sal," Cecelia shook her head. "We had everyone under our thumbs, that's a fact-"

"That has nothing to do with anything anymore, time has long passed the age of the Vatui and Godslayer reign, your people and those you serve are being hunted and slaughtered like dogs, there's no excuse that makes it okay, what we're doing is wrong," Sal shook her head and pointed to the tab again.

"Come on, I've already encrypted the shit out of this thing, it'll break after one message so make sure you write fro the heart, you can say whatever you want nobody will ever know."

"...okay."

***

Sol was standing on a rapidly moving spherical body no larger than a stadium which was rotating around another small Celestial body, his armour of gold was bent, misshapen and had cracks across the surface, and his skin had blemishes of impurity from where his clone's miasma had touched, it may have looked and felt like demonic mana but it was far more pungent; far denser, and far more dangerous than any, it was something akin to darkness itself except it seemed to be drawing power from a reverse Beginning; he was truly Sol's opposite in every way.

"All that talk and all that power and look at you," The clone chuckled, his right arm was mangled, his head had a wound that showed parts of his skull from a split above his eye which travelled around the crown of his head and stopped above his neck, and he was breathing heavily from a wound in his side that exposed a bit of his lungs and ribcage.

"I told you; you can't win, I know what you're gonna do before you do it!"

"It's not that he knows what I'm gonna do, the problem is I've been using the same fighting style and same techniques since the first day, I haven't created any new techniques, just variations of the old ones, and none of those variations are strong enough to kill him, I can't just crush him with my hands either; that power harms me..." Sol thought with a serious frown seeing the wounds on his opponent heal.

"He actually managed to damage my hammer; the same hammer that even Dr'ul's durability couldn't dent was destroyed by this creature, I have to think; he's strong enough to withstand and break free from all forms of cosmic powers including the forbidden [Nightmare Prism] and [Reaper's Calling], I've been too concerned with the consequences of an overspill, it's impossible to kill him without wrecking everything surrounding us,"  He pondered watching the clone disappear several times as he confidently tried confusing Sol with speed in his approach.

"First, I'll strip him of this annoying confidence, it's making him do reckless things..." Sol easily matched and then surpassed his speed appearing in both his peripherals and delivering two simultaneous kicks at his chest, when those kicks were blocked Sol appeared directly before him with his knees at his chest and then thrust both of them forward, recreating the scene with himself and Sitri as the clone tore through the small celestial body they were standing on and crashed into the other one ripping through it as well and then flying off into the deep.

[Clockwork: Stacked ×2]

"I haven't been able to decide how to fight him because I've been wary; I don't know what that corrupt power will do to Ikaris and the others if it gets inside of my body or even if I'll be able to remove it, I need to keep myself clean of further corruption," Sol stared at the miasma withering away from his heels.

"It's clear I don't have the means to contest it's potency..." He steadied his stance and turned his torso, balling his fists as thin magic circles began appearing around his arms and legs.

[Stack ×5]

"I can't keep holding back, he's getting stronger with every passing moment!"

[Stack ×5]

"If I can't find a safe way I'll abandon safety and destroy him with my bare fists; until I can find a way to contest that black mana I'll make sure he's too terrified to attack me or anyone else!"

[Stack ×10]

Sol watched his double tearing across the destroyed planet beneath him in his approach as he formed what looked like [forced Sun] except it was as black as the void it occupied and there was a powerful mass within it which pulled matter towards it much like a black hole, except it didn't form any rings, it had no horizon, and it wasn't eating light; it just appeared and existed as a mass.

"Do you honestly think you can take any attack of mine head-on after what you've seen it do to you?

You've become soft, Sol Vestic; your senses are dull, hahaha, you lose!" The clone shrieked gleefully, thrusting his hand forward and laughing when the mass swallowed the planetary body Sol had been standing on; a moment later though that same black mass had cracks of gold racing across it towards him, and his eyes widened in horror when he felt Sol's power spike several hundred times what it was a moment ago.

[Clockwork: Dominion Release]

"You're right, I AM Sol Vestic; I'm fathering a beautiful child, I am husband to the most amazing wife, mate of the most loyal servants and lovers, protector of quintillions of lives; falling to a weaker and selfish variant of myself would be a sin against all who have given their lives to ensure I lived before I gained this strength, and all those who look to me as their shield!

I am the herald of change which guides my collective, I am the golden dawn, I am the strongest!" Sol emerged before him unscathed as his mana was being eaten away by the miasma slower than he was replicating and expanding it.

"I'm the Godslayer feared by the greatest power ever known in all existence!" He grabbed the clone by his chest plate when he attempted to dodge.

"You're just a broken copy, a corrupt anomaly that needs correcting; sure, your powers do harm me, but don't forget who you're dealing with!" Sol grinned as all the light around him vanished and his fist alone started glowing. "Going dull, getting soft?" Sol clenched his hand so hard the armour in his grasp folded in accordance to his fist.

"Don't make me laugh, do you think I've been enjoying a carefree existence since Atla?!"

"You want to kill the gods so badly, I have entire universes filled with them, and you're never gonna get there-" Sol tanked several punches and kicks from his clone expelling torrents mana to disperse and blow away the corrupting miasma off his skin.

"Let go of me!!"

"I'm a god too; I'm the god that the other gods pray to and seek comfort and protection under; I'm their deity; ME!"

"Then I'll kill y-"

The clone bent and spat up his guts along with black blood when Sol's stationary hand slammed into his chest and slowly began tearing through him.

"As you're dragged into hell remember these words and remember them well..." Sol bent in the shape of a "C" in the completion of his punch and disappeared before his clone was even sent flying, appearing behind him with his hands formed and [Clockwork] stacking rapidly to the point where his hand started shaking and atomising the emptiness around it.

"There's only one Sol Vestic, there will only ever be one Sol Vestic, tell the devil how you got there and make sure it's a good story!"

[CLOCKWORK: DOMINION ×100²]

[Release]