••• ∅ •••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
"Impossible," Kai tried to convince himself."Cosmos!" Yoko growled."How is this real?" Kota asked, on the verge of paralysis due to the sheer terror the opposition embodied."Oh? It seems I'm well known in this era. Not surprised though." Cosmos gloated, stretching confidently to shake off the cobwebs. "I did make quite the mark. It's expected. Well, kids, legends do live forever."Haku stood by Kai's side, warmly placing his hand on his shoulder. "You wanted a final boss, right? You got it."Kota and Yoko stood firm in their fighting stance, though fear seemed to cloud their confidence."What's this?" Cosmos spotted their thirst for combat. "You're a fan of violence?"His sinister grin grew wider as intrusive thoughts took over his body.Like a raging wind, Cosmos dashed towards the duo, face slamming them into the ground. He effortlessly crushed their skulls in that one moment.The psychotic laughter of the dark lord reverberated as their blood spilled on his hands and face."No!"
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
>>~ Owari Kurogane emerged into existence ~Devoid of worldly support or privilege, I came forth to the world. Born from the depths of nothingness, I knew I was destined to be alone.I was unlike any other Daemon that stepped foot onto the earth: Clanless, orphaned, and worst of all, burdened.I had not a care for the journey of life ahead of me. The thought of it proved abstract to my transcending mind. Revisiting my thoughts, after further reconsideration, I lived without a purpose… without a choice.The cruel, harsh realities of fate forcefully fed me hoping for the day I choked… but the dawn never surfaced into reality.With each passing moment, my organs and senses began to mature and refine, and so did my ideology and sentience for existence as a whole.As I walked down this constricted isle of no return, I began to derive a purpose… a reason to live on.The world, with its myriad creatures and civilizations, held no place for one such as I.
"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
Owari strolled beneath the velvet sky, where stars winked like distant memories. The moon, a silver lantern, cast its gentle glow, revealing the world in shades of indigo.Shadows danced on the edges of his consciousness, as if the night held secrets whispered by the breeze. The realm's distant hum merged with his footsteps, creating a celestial sonata.Lost in contemplation, Owari wandered through the labyrinth of his mind, each step echoing in the quiet canvas of the night.In the abyss of Owari's mind, a tempest of thoughts churned as he carved a path through the night. Each life extinguished fueled the fires of his ambition, and with every step, the whispers of power echoed louder.“Until then, tread carefully in the path you've chosen.”‘The path I've chosen, ay? What do they think of me? A kid they can lecture? I'm not your insecurity reliever, Kaizan.’ His thoughts rained in endless tantrums.“Tonight!” He declared. “I become the architect of your demise, a force that will shat
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
••• ‡ •••It seemed just like yesterday.There and then, Kaizan lost the battle of the Strongest. I had proved my point. I won, but at what cast?I became the Daemon I loathed with my entire being. I killed mercilessly. I made the Shōtoku clan extinct. Kaizan watched his family blow up into pieces, and I enjoyed every last bit of the carnage I caused.Why did I think of the consequences of my actions then? Why now? It wasn't as if there was no to change the past. I had the power to do that. Merging with Kaizan made me tap into a bottomless well of core energy. My life force was made infinite.I had more than enough reservoir of strength to bring back the clan, to being back Kaizan, but why didn't I? At that moment, I became worse than a serial killer, but I was saved.Konkyuu…A technique I invented whilst observing the universe's own Space Core. It wasn't that had to mimic once I got the gist of it. A construction technique that utilised my imagination and vast portions of my energy
Kaito Kazutoshi slowly began chuckling, a hint of pride in his demeanor. “Letting underlings do the dirty work for you, huh? You severely underestimate me, Nagano.”The bounty hunter’s attention quickly shifted to the subtle but dominating unsheathing of Kuronami, his new aura more terrifying than the former. Kuronami pulsated a sickening aura of core energy even in its base form. Bennosuke took his stance, welcoming his enemy to dance.“Kuronami.”Bennosuke faded away. Kaito was on high alert. Faster than he could react, Kuronami slithered like a serpent, taking shots at his enemy’s vitals. Bennosuke’s being formed right above the onslaught, front-flipping to land a vicious super axe kick to the head of Kaito, smashing him into the ground.The Strongest Assassin gripped Kuronami by its handle and the latter scored a devastating slash to the head of his opponent. Kaito deflected the trajectory of the blade’s movements and he scored a devastating slash on Bennosuke slashing off the han
Kuronami was lost in the smoke of his demised wielder. But, it did not seem like the battle was over just yet. As if the magnificent blade had a life of its own, Kuronami rose up and took a stance as if being wielded by a ghost.Kuronami swung himself full arc to cut through the Chosen Daemon, but Kai was quick enough to dodge the strike with a flip over the blade. The attack, as usual, didn’t stop there and Kuronami twisted like a serpent to pierce through Kai’s heart.The entire scene was painted in red, and Kai did his best to rip the blade out of his body. He realised he was only doing himself more damage for his palms nearly cut in two.Kuronami extended, ragdolling the Chosen Daemon from building to building with its seemingly infinite segments. Kai clapped in response, swapping places with one of the brick walls he got drilled into.Kuronami broke through the wall and turned to face the Chosen Daemon once again as it phased in and out of reality.‘What the?’ Kai was amazed by t
Day's appearance suddenly mimicked the nature of night. Bennosuke had placed a barrier around the district to ensure no one interrupted their battle.The sound of his weapon scraping the earth frightened the Chosen Daemon, their eyes interlocked to one another.Bennosuke appeared like a shadow amongst the shadows, with no sort of fear in his eyes. All that raced in his mind was to claim the head to the awakened Daemon and deliver it to the Mastermind.“We don't have to do this, man.” Kai tried to appeal to the Daemon, but his words didn't seem to penetrate through his eyes at all. “Would you really wanna take the life of your kind? Answer me!”The sound of his weapon seized. Bennosuke stopped moving. He raised up his weapon to showcase all of its majesty. This weapon has murdered thousands of entities, and the Chosen Daemon was about to enter the list.The blade was divided into several segments which seemed to transfigure at any time and season.‘I guess bargaining wasn't an option,
The two Daemons launched themselves out of the restaurant, destroying the glass windows in the process. The customers and staff alike attempted to chase after the Chosen Daemon, but Kenji halted them on their tracks, constructing a barrier around the restaurant to cage them in for a while.Unfortunately, this attracted the attention of multitudes that were stationed outside the restaurant. The people had instantly recognised Kai's identity. His image was on every city banner and on all posters and fliers, and he was at the heart of Kyoto City.A flaming arrow was aimed at his head, but Kai was quick enough to react to the attack with ease, stopping it with a finger. The arrow collided with his finger and progressively shattered the immensely durable body of the awakened Chosen Daemon.The distraction was set in stone. Kai realised it was a decoy. He turned around to behold a ten ton trailer moving at about a hundred and twenty kilometres per hour with the mindest to demolish Kai, even
~ Meanwhile ~~ Beyond the Chaos in the City of Tokyo ~~ In a desolate district in Kyoto, Japan ~The Kairos's Aetheria shattered. Emerging from the pocket dimension were the Daemons Kai Nagano and Kenji Amano. The former descended from the Space Core's technique, landing on his feet in psychotic fashion. The latter fell from a lengthy distance, his condition critical and nearly fatal.Kenji was heavily injured, his entire body and attire immersed in blood. Even though the Strognest Aeon seemed to be at death's door, he put on a smile on his face. Whilst the heated battle for the head of the King raged on, the training had been completed. Kai Nagano succeeded in matching the power of the Strongest Daemon of the modern era. But, the Chosen Daemon could not let go. He was out of control."Kenji," Kai cried out, managing to get somewhat of a hold of his being. "Make it stop. I don't… wanna hurt anyone."Kenji chuckled heartily, blood drooling from his lips. “I won't let you lay a finger
Hello, loves💙I really wanted to make this extended author's note to address a few things. Maybe it's due to my impatience, but I'm 75 chapters in and yet not a single review, chapter comment or support from the algorithm. I honestly do not know if I have readers who enjoy this story, but I guess it can't be helped since Meganovel is carried by its urban stories. If any of you all end up reading this, I'd really appreciate a comment/feedback/honest thoughts on my novel. I’d really appreciate it.That aside, I know I've been giving Owari Kurogane a lot of the story’s plot portion lately, but he still remains a side character. The following chapters will take a shift in pov to Kai Nagano’s side of things.I know I may not be the best at uploads, most likely due to my lazy personality, but I pray y'all stick around. This story is unlike any you've ever read.Well, I guess that's it for now. See ya💙
••• ‡ •••Born into the Minamota Clan, I was a Daemon upheld by my people. I was one of a kind, being the strongest and fastest Daemon of my clan. and in extension the entire Daemon race.My technique was one which could not be rivaled by anyone. I was envied and admired by all who faced me. I was a demon nearly worshiped like a deity, and soon enough, it all got in my head.Daemons of unparalleled strength sought to measure their worth against me. I was their power scaler in essence, and I gradually grew a sense of superiority over my kind.Little by little, my mentality and ideals altered for the worst. My sense of discipline and pride rose to new heights, and all who confronted me were deemed worthless by my power.Challenges were nothing more than privileged entities who were blessed with the opportunity to be decapitated by me. Every soul desired to die in my hand, and I was in ecstasy bathing in their blood.Daemons of the Taisho Era tried to humble me, to teach me the concept of
Owari felt it. His heart, his being, was falling apart. His Core was glitching. Sloth is the ultimate technique of the Devil's Core. With the power to cause an opponent's arsenal to glitch and have its efficiency reduced or completely dulled depending on the prowess of the opponent, the King's intuition of a change in his being was right.Subjecting himself to intense vigorous training, Ihann polished his technique: Sloth to transfer any damage taken or sustained back to the attacker. Further enhancing the technique's worth by merging the call energies of the Chaos King and the Mastermind, the Zenkai: "Misery" grants Ihann the ability to damage any concept and make opponent take the form of said concept as well as to make oppositions take the form of the damage they produce. Misery made the commander practically untouchable and it proved to be the direct counter to the power of the Core of final Judgment."Kurogane," Ihann called out. "You're…""Yeah, yeah. This is your new form blah b
Akuma wiped off the blood from his mouth, his body permanently scarred by Hell's Flames. 'Shit. I've got to be careful on which commands to use. I'm not within Whispers of a Fated End anymore.’Owari regenerated new body parts at miraculous speeds. He got up from his feet, facing off against the anomalies he attempted to destroy once before. ‘First they come at me one after the other, now they come all at once?’“We better hope we make it out alive,” Ihann grunted, his vocal cords damaged and body beat up. “Heaven knows if he is using the full 3% maximum output. Let's see what else he's got.”The four surrounded Owari, all holding battle stances. The latter smirked, lifting up his first two fingers. The eyes opened wide, recognising his signature technique.Omni-directional dimensional slashes rained down upon his oppositions. Faster than the majority could react to, their joints were dismantled from their bodies.The villains began to operate at auto regeneration in an attempt to hear