••• ∅ •••For the stars to align in the favor of evil, a streamline of events have to take place in order to disrupt the course of order. If all is done perfectly, there is a chance— that one-in-a-million chance…••• ∅ •••Kai, Haku, Kota and Yoko set their gazes at the current threat in a face off."There's a lot of them," Kai pointed out."Their auras are quite stronger than the ones at school," Haku added. "I guess no fair share of power.""Now that I think about it, I never quite had the opportunity to square off with these hideous creatures," Yoko admitted. "Kota, how many are there?""Nothing less than a hundred," Kota estimated."Perfect. We all get an even quantity to take on," Yoko concluded."You make this sound easy," Kai confessed, a smirk forming at the side of his face."Ready boys?" Yoko inquired.They all adopted their unique stances.The chaotic creatures growled in response.Haku, scanning the monsters' state of power, evolved to a form stronger than them.Kota shape

The skies returned to its original warm color contrast. The dark veil that embraced the valley released itself at the departure of its caster.In that moment, fate was revealed to the Daemon race. The haze of a sky blue residue evaporated in the air.>Shujin, Nakamura and Satoru, accompanied by a group of formidable Aeon-level Daemons sensed darkness in that instant.The sky blue haze passed by Shujin, and the daunting truth of destiny's cold nature plagued his soul."It can't be," he muttered.Sensing his student's core energy residue slowly fading away, Shujin bolted with all his might in the hopes that his thoughts were all an imagination.The rest of the Daemons followed accordingly, regretting every step they made now that they didn't make sooner.On their way, a head was spotted by Satoru.Nakamura, noticing the familiar aura, changed course to behold his student's head cleanly detached from his body."Who did this to you?" Nakamura questioned

"Kaizan-sama," Mishima said, her voice low, filled with a subtle urgency that hung in the air like an unspoken prophecy."How do you fancy the beauty of the day, Mishima?" Kaizan's eyes, sharp as the blade of a katana, bore into Mishima's soul, searching for the truth hidden behind her words."Not to your glory, Kaizan-sama," Mishima replied, her gaze fixed despite the weight of the truth she carried."Do identify the problem, Mishima," Kaizan-sama commanded, his tone a blend of curiosity and authority."There seems to be a ‘bug’ in our world, my King," Mishima explained, choosing her words carefully. "A disturbance in the delicate balance of our existence."" ‘A bug’ you say? And what name does he go by?" Kaizan-sama inquired, his lips curling into a slight smile, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from Mishima's lips."Where to start, Kaizan-sama?" Mishima hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "This 'bug,' this anomaly in our reality, h

The powerhouses needed no formalities to commence their brawl. Dashing towards each other at incredible speeds, Owari itched to land the first definitive strike.Swinging his leg full arc in a flying spinning kick, Owari sought to sever his head with no remorse. Shocking the former, he blocked the attack with his palm, the collision ripping the earth beneath them.The defending palm emitted poisonous energy that reverberated through the Owari's body system, granting the former the time needed to land the first strike: an explosive burst of core energy to the abdomen of his opponent.This attack sent Owari miles away, and Kaizan chased him down to the end. Owari regenerated from his wounds fairly easily, but was immediately confronted by a charged fist to his face.He took the shot head on, and Kaizan faced the consequences of his attack to the Core of Final Judgment, severing his arm in one smooth motion.Kaizan's regenerative speed made it seem like his hand wasn't severed at all, pr

In the wake of my victory and the promises made, I embarked on a journey to reshape the world. The once tumultuous Shinjutsu world now basked in the glow of peace under my rule.It was a time of rebuilding, of redemption, and I embraced the challenge with determination.I, the once forbidden glitch that emerged into existence, established what came to be known in the modern times as Shinjutsu High.It wasn't just a place of learning; it was a sanctuary for Daemons, a bastion where both the weak and the strong could find purpose and guidance.As the founder and leader, I stood at the helm of this institution, steering it toward a future of unity and strength.The halls of Shinjutsu High echoed with the sounds of training, of Daemons honing their skills to protect both humanity and their own kind.Every corner of the grand institution thrived with the energy of transformation. Daemons, once diversified into clans, now stood side by side, bound by a common purpose: to fight for what was