Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

In the ancient starlit void,

the formation created by the God of Light, War Goddess, Lord of Stars, and the other Primordial Gods was like a replacement for the entire cosmos itself. Radiating with blinding brilliance and infused with the overwhelming might of the Will of All Beings, it surged toward Owen like an unstoppable tidal wave, warping the very fabric of space.

It was as though the heavens themselves meant to erase Owen from existence.

As former friends of Owen, they knew him all too well. Though united and wielding absolute advantage, they understood—Owen could not be measured by conventional means. If they underestimated him, even their use of this forbidden power might backfire.

Thus, led by the God of Light, the Primordial Gods remained vigilant, draining their very [Order] and magic reserves to conjure piercing beams of light, following closely behind the oppressive pressure, all aimed at Owen.

Faced with this downpour of divine destruction, Owen felt a fleeting illusion—as if a thousand arrows were piercing his body.

Yet in the very next moment, flames erupted around him, surging from his Flame Sword, while the Godslayer Sword shimmered with a sharp, indomitable aura that danced on its blade.

Under the tense gazes of the Primordial Gods, these two opposing yet equally domineering forces clashed like radiant fireworks, exploding violently in the void.

Since the fall of The Celestial, Owen and these united Primordial Gods—empowered by the Will of All Beings—now stood atop all mages.

The shockwave of their clash reverberated across the entire plane, shaking reality like a broken dam flooding uncontrollably through spacetime!

No mage could remain unaffected by this annihilation-level force. To them, it felt as though galaxies were collapsing, [Order] crumbling—

all power they had once revered paled in comparison to this catastrophic confrontation.

The impact didn't last long—like a brilliant firework, it burst… and vanished. In the wake of the clash, mages felt their bodies begin to melt from residual shockwaves.

And then—they saw it.

A lone figure blasted from the heart of the explosion.

Whoosh!

Wreathed in terrible aura, like a meteor in reverse, the body tore through layers of space and crashed violently to the deepest point of the starry void, creating a crater filled with fractures—the entire sky shook!

Owen!

When the crowd saw who had been thrown from the explosion, disbelief swept across their faces.

Owen had lost.

To most mages, Owen had always been invincible. Even against The Celestial, he emerged victorious.

But now—he had been defeated by the combined forces of the God of Light and the Primordial Gods.

"Owen!"

Venus and the others rushed to his side in shock, their faces filled with worry as they poured their own magic into him, trying to heal his injuries.

Meanwhile, the God of Light and the others who had just struck were also looking at their hands in disbelief.

Yes, the Will of All Beings was immensely powerful—something they once thought could rival or even destroy The Celestial. But Owen's power surpassed even The Celestial. Even with prior exhaustion, he should have at least been able to hold his ground.

Why had he fallen in just one strike?

They wanted to win—but it felt like a dream to have done so this easily.

Just then—

the shattered cosmos seemed to be struck from above, as if pierced by some transcendent force.

Two incomprehensibly powerful auras descended.

Just the arrival of these presences made every living being tremble, their hair standing on end—

as if their very lives now depended on the whim of some cosmic will.

It was like staring into death itself.

These presences made even the Primordial Gods feel as if they were facing The Celestial—

No.

Far worse.

A hundred times worse.

These were the auras of Sovereigns.

And not just any Sovereigns—invaders from other planes!

"Not good," muttered the God of Light, panic flickering across his face.

"The clash just now must've attracted Sovereigns from other realms!"

Though they were at peak condition again and empowered by the Will of All Beings, standing against even one Sovereign was daunting—

Let alone two.

Just the thought erased all notions of resistance from their hearts.

Elsewhere in the realm, all mages felt it too—that suffocating pressure.

Sovereigns.

Existences even beyond The Celestial.

If each plane was like a hunter in the cosmic jungle,

then Sovereigns were the predators of hunters—

cruel, greedy, and insatiable.

Ordinarily, planes were separated by countless layers of time and space. But the ferocity of the recent battle had distorted spacetime, sending waves rippling across the endless void…

And it had drawn their gaze.

Now, they were coming to devour this realm whole.

"This is bad…"

Everyone's heart sank.

These Sovereigns would not show mercy. To them, consuming this plane and all its lifeforms would be nothing unusual.

"We absolutely cannot allow them to descend through spacetime!"

The God of Light and the others, after their moment of panic, now shared a firm resolve in their eyes.

The Sovereigns hadn't arrived yet—there was still a chance.

Even Sovereigns needed time to traverse the immense distances between realms. If they could stop them before full descent—

They might survive.

But just as they prepared to make a last-ditch stand, they saw Owen steady himself.

He wiped the blood from his lips.

Then raised his sword.

And slashed—

toward the rift from which the Sovereign auras were surging forth!

Slaying God!

With that strike, galaxies shattered, time and space twisted.

Everyone saw the world in front of them dissolve into chaos, swallowed by a crimson-gold light… and then into nothingness.

The gateway of the two Sovereigns—

was severed.

The Primordial Gods stared, stunned, at the void.

Even the residual sword aura leaking from that slash made their scalps tingle.

If it had touched them, they would've been instantly obliterated.

That sword had cut through time and space itself.

Nothing could withstand it.

And they realized—

Owen could have used that sword on them.

He must have sensed the Sovereign threat beforehand—

and instead of killing the Primordial Gods,

he had endured their strike with his body…

To save that sword for the true threat.

He had chosen—

to sever the Sovereigns' descent.

And with that realization, guilt flooded the God of Light, War Goddess, and the others.

Had Owen not acted when he did, this realm would have already become a playground for those alien monsters.

Worse still—

That sword's power…

It cut through time.

It obliterated Sovereign will.

It defied the very structure of the multiverse.

Sovereigns were supposed to be the highest beings—

rulers above rules, above planes.

But Owen had shaken even them.

"Wait here," Owen said with a soft smile to those worried for him.

"The spatial shockwaves are too great. I need to sever the timestream's future branches. I'll be back soon."

He looked at each familiar face with warmth, then turned—

and shot into the stars.

"Owen!"

"Brother!"

"Daddy!"

Venus, Madelyn, Little Leslie—all called after him, voices trembling.

Owen had made it sound easy…

But those presences—were Sovereigns.

No one here could face them.

And what's more, Owen intended to sever the future of the timestream itself—to give this wounded realm hope again.

Even Primordial Gods, with their ability to traverse time, could only influence fragments of the future, and only by enduring devastating backlash.

To sever the timestream outright…

Even imagining it was despair-inducing.

Yet Owen had gone without hesitation.

As he vanished into the stars, silence fell across the battlefield.

The Primordial Gods, deep in their hearts, felt guilt beyond words.

They had opposed Owen—

yet he had borne the burden of the realm.

Faced the Sovereigns for them.

For those he cherished.

"Let's go. Let's help him."

The God of Light, War Goddess, Lord of Stars—all looked at each other.

They had made their decision. They would follow Owen—to help him resist the Sovereigns.

But just as they moved, they froze.

From deep within the stars—

a power exploded.

A suffocating, absolute force.

Terror and pressure gripped every soul.

A Sovereign.

A Sovereign had been born… in this realm!

All mages felt it.

That crushing pressure—

exactly the same as when the two foreign Sovereigns had begun to descend…

But this time—it came from within.

From their own plane.

A new Sovereign had awakened.

Everyone turned to the center of the stars.

And there, a lone figure appeared—radiating cold, aloof, and terrifying power.

It was—

Leslie.