The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"Nevermind then,, that is not something I can help with." Sol raised his hand and looked at the two before them.

"Master, I had not reported their matter to you yet," Fuhua raised her head.

"I don't have the patience to take anyone else's matter on my head, sorry." Sol rested his elbow on the desk and then his cheek on his fist, gently raising his glass and starng at his distorted image inside of the liquids.

"As I sit here, drinking this rare and delicious ferment, my people are in peryl, their lives are in danger of being snuffed out, thousands, millions, billions, quintillions of lives, an immeasurable uncountable, infinitely growing pool of life is under the threat of destruction, I don;t want to waste time going through the pleasantries of your every-day struggles." He slowly squeezed the glass until it shattered in his grasp, spilling the wine over on his hand and floating above the table.

"Are you saying your problems are bigger than everyone elses?" Cidd asked, not minding the fact that the wine was floating.

"I am not stating a personal truth, Cidd, I am stating an absolute fact, my family, my universe, reality itself possibly reaching here in Source, everything may one day cease to be unless I succeed."

"What kind of enemy do you face, Master?" Fuhua asked, losing her drowsiness when she started seeing hints of madness in Sol's golden grey eyes.

"Use the codex, Ling, study; stop asking every single question." Sol flicked his finger against her forehead leaving a steaming red mark while she hissed and pouted. "It exists to aid and teach you when I am not in the mood." He huffed.

"On the matter of your home, there is something I have noticed that I must ask, since there is no mention of it in your codex," She looked up again after staring at the codex in search of the answers to the question she had asked just a moment before.

"Master, there is no sign of cultivation within your body, yet the flow of your mana is perfect, how do you gain limitless power without cultivating?" She asked. "Are you some kind of Martial God?"

"Absurd," Cidd scoffed. "The only god existing in our realm is the great Heavenly Ancestor, how can one sit here and claim to be a god?"

"I said nothing of the sort," Sol chuckled. "But I have also had enough of your rude outbursts, Cidd, so I will say this..." Sol opened his palm, undoing the damage that was done as the wine and glass were set in reverse, slowly replaying the accident until it was again in his grasp. "I am no god, I am above godhood, far above it, I am the one that gods fear," Sol placed the wine to sit, allowing his white mana to begin leaking through his pours.

"I am the one they pray to, I am the one who punishes, I am the one who kills, I am the bridge between the mortal and immortal, Cidd, that is my role, to call me a mere god is putting shame to my name, I am Godslayer.

"Godslayer's Apprentice..." Fuhua mused in disbelief, reading the codex and listening to Sol, there was a lot of information in the summary; travelling across dimensions, waging a bloody war against an entire world of demon gods, fighting a whole pantheon and winning, the more she read the less she was able to fathom, until she came upon the mention of the Grand Collective, everything started making sense.

"Umbra." She whispered the name, but simply saying it had earned her Sol's undivided attention, his mood changed a third time.

He had been jovial, then Cidd's constant interruptions and snark had left him slightly bitter, and now the name of his adversary being uttered out of the blue had left him in a state of unease, his eyes were slightly widened, and there was an underlying antsiness to his body language that had the entire room shivering.

"Master, who is this person?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Fuhua," Jena shook her head. "Some things are better spoken in the privacy of allies, this is one of those things."

"Well, usually it would be, but on the off chance that we all perish, he will catch wind of this place, even I am envious of this peace so I am positive that he would fume and tremble with hatred at the mere sight of them," Sol cleared his throat.

"Umbra is my alter ego and the most dangerous person to ever be left near any form of life." Sol responded. "You could call him my polar opposite, he is an entity designed solely to destroy, with a grudge against light itself, his goal is to destroy everything born of light, and then destroy the light itself." He explained.

"Destroy the light?" Grecia seemed more disturbed about this than the others listening were.

"The light," Sol raised his hand, summoning a small portion of golden Godslayer mana and using it to form a pure fragment of light above his palm. "The light is what we all live by, it is the mana passing through us, the air we breathe, the light is the life we cling to in an otherwise dark and cold existence."

"The problem with that truth is Umbra's ally," Jena added. "Master sided with beings of light, entities which observe and protect the natural order of life, they too fall under his care and protection, but Umbra has only one ally, a darkness that predates time itself, the primordial abyss, the first emissary; she is the embodiment of everything you fear the most, so incomprehensibly powerful that not even our Protector can stand against her on his own, uncontested, she could swallow all of sorce in endless darkness in a matter of seconds, killing all life in one fell swoop."

"What...?" Fuhua's arm clenched tightly on the table, and a bead of cold sweat slowly began walking down her spine. "Can such a being exist?"

"This all sounds impossi-"

"Cidd, be quiet." Grecia snapped at her husband, staring at the fragment of light in Sol's grasp. "My Lord, may I?" She extended her hands, and without fanfare, Sol reached across, released the phenomena in her grasp, and then watched her start crying when she held it in her clutches. "It truly is... light, how, why, from the way you speak, you are a stranger here, how could you possess the essence of light itself?"

"If youu want to protect something, you must first understand and overcome it," Sol answered and then turned to Fuhua once more. "In a nutshell-"

"Nutshell?" The woman asked, unfamiliar with the term.

"To answer your first question..." Sol cleared his throat. "I do not need to cultivate because I walk a different path, I walk the path towards creation, I am a being of evolution, you will find that the ones you call Martial Gods, Heavenly Masters and Divine Ancestors have long found the truths I have and have stopped cultivating as well, it's useless when you reach a certain level of power, enlightenment becomes your every breath."

"Oh dear..." Bao'er whispered, having never heard someone say something as absurd and yet believable.

"Is this why I can sense the presence of your Disciple and not yours?" Grecia asked.

"No, I am suppressing myself to prevent this Star from turning into a dead one."

"Pardon?"

"There are several beings here with heights in power similar to mine they would easily be able to tell that I am a stranger here, and they have shown hostility before.

This star, this field of stars, if they attack me and I retaliate, everything will be gone in an instant, I am suppressing myself to remain out of their sights."

"So you cower under the guise of a normal cultivator, because you are afraid of a fight?"

Sol paused and stared at Cidd, ever since their first meeting, the man had insisted on being a needle in his side and he seemed adamant to keep it that way. "You will not do that again." Sol warned him. "I saved you from the guards and possibly a beating at the gate solely because your wife and mine are of the same kind." He narrowed his eyes.

"As I have stated, I don't care what the issue was, and I have already resolved it, if you continue to poke at my patience I will forego my hospitality and teach you a lesson you will take to an early grave!" Sol leaned forward standing from his seat and resting both hands on the table while his hair flashed several times and his eyes inverted in contrast, growing brighter by the second.

"Please!" Grecia stood on the opposite side and stood befoe her husband, going igaint the teachings she had held on to all her life when her hair turned white as well, and her blue eyes slowly transitioned into pools of crimson. "Please, Lord Vestic, spare him, I beg of you."

Grecia backed away, standing next to Cidd who had fallen from his chair in horror and then slowly falling to her hands and knees, lowering her head. "It would be unwise to provoke this being, Cidd, he is not human, and he speaks of the masters on equal footing..." She looked at her husband next to her, revealing terrified red eyes and her forehead dripping with sweat.

"The truth though, is that he is the real threat, they would all die if they tried to fight him, Lord Vestic is immeasurable, do not provoke the Godslayer."