••• ∅ •••Shujin-sensei will always be an icon to me. Every day with him is a breath of fresh air, be it an illusion, a system or reality. You’ve given me a new reserve of strength, and trust me when I say that I delivered.Stage after stage, brawl after brawl, Daemon after Daemon, I fought, each fight proving tougher than the last. It seemed the system had only registered feats shown within the memories of the Space Core himself and the Player partaking in the system’s string of training curricula.I barely defeated Ihann, the final challenger of the gauntlet. I guess I have him to thank for holding back so much during the invasion. If not for his persona for playing with his food, I guess this would have been a level that I would not have been able to pass.I still wonder what exactly would happen if I genuinely died in this system. Would it be for real? Or would I just start the training stages all over again? Oh well, I’d rather not find out.I’m just glad the gauntlet came to an e
••• ∅ •••What's there to say? Now I know why he is hailed the Strongest Aeon of the modern era. He really is living up to the legacy his ancestors had built.In what felt like just five minutes in the final battle, I had been driven close to death for a total of two hundred and fifty nine times.As the time went by, I lost count of how many times death nearly embraced me into a chokehold. He was just that strong.Well, on the bright side, I had shattered the bridge that separated me from unlocking regeneration's full potential. The technique was now made automatic in my body's system, aiding my already durable physique further.On top of that, I had seemed to gain somewhat of a mastery over core energy's concepts. My attack schemes were far more precise. My instincts were sharpened and my overall prowess could probably rival multiple Aeons at a time. I already felt like a billion bucks despite the fact that the mission isn't quite yet completed.But, even at that. Upon my ever growin
~ MEANWHILE ~~ TOKYO, JAPAN ~~ 10:59 PM ~~ IN AN UNKNOWN LOCATION ~The pillars of evil assembled together to plot a plan of their own. Akuma, Ihann and Chikara were all seated on comfortable lounge chairs as they seemed to be awaiting the arrival of the Mastermind.An ethereal portal materialised within the room. The trio rose up to welcome the brains behind the bounty hunt. Kōzō emerged from the portal, clad in a sleek midnight-blue armoured bodysuit that seemed to meld with the darkness.He was accompanied by two new Daemons, a male by his left and a female by his right. They seemed to be familiar faces to the crew as Akuma lit up a smile.“Sanji! Asuna!” Akuma welcomed his comrades. “What a pleasant surprise. How long has it been?”“Not long enough I suppose.” Sanji commented
The entire lair pulsated with a sickening clash of dominant auras. Shogun pulled back his textured fringe hair, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the direction of the Mastermind. "Still as shitty as I remember, aren't you, Kōzō?"Kōzō smirked. "That's no way to be grateful for your freedom, is it, Shogun?"His rhetorical question grated on Shogun's nerves and mind process, the depth of his soul cursing Kōzō's existence. "Screw you."With speed incomprehensible, Shogun dashed forth in a sudden lunge, blazing through the underground lair with a mission set in stone to drill his fist through the neck of the Mastermind.The latter grinned, seemingly unfazed at the attack that threatened to end him in a single hit. Ihann marveled at Shogun's sheer speed as he himself would not be able to get into the mix to counter the attack on his master.Shogun was merely nanometers away from gruesomely decapitating Kōzō. But, in shocking fashion, a hand came in between the eyes of the killer and th
••• ∅ •••I was Daemon with a vision on a mission. No one could understand why I took this upon myself. They were clearly strong Dameons who could have taken up this task in my name.You could say that this was all too melodramatic in its core essence in the execution, both on the part of my people and I. But, no matter how far I had gone away from the shadow of my past, they still found a way to creep in and haunt my being.The guilt, the pain, the misery. They still hurl my soul in the intense flames of anguish in the inevitable penance my spirit needed to undergo. It still hurts me till this day— becoming the Daemon the people revere through means even the darkness would acknowledge as incredible.He had not lived to his fullest, and my selfish motive snuffed life out of him just to prove a point. No matter how godly and righteous the masses tend to hail me as today doesn’t change the fact that I was no different from the pinnacle of evil.However, I can’t beat myself up for a past
"Whispers of a Fated End," Akuma christened his technique.The Core of Malevolence's Konkyuu, mingled with Asuna's Zenkai. Forging a dark covenant, Akuma got rid of the only limitation a Daemon could have in executing the pinnacle of Shinjutsu techniques: a barrier.For the period that would be elapsed within the infinite spirals of time, the Core of Final Judgment would be held prone to every onslaught the ultimate technique could conjure against him.'When did he awaken a Konkyuu?' Owari questioned. 'His progress in strength is marveling. This is quite a sticky situation I've found myself in. Worst of all, he's not within the confines of the technique, so deactivating the technique with brute force is out of the question. To be able to operate such a construction on this level takes a lot of skill and potential. Hmph…'Akuma submerged himself within the technique's inner skeleton and began devastating chants— chants that suppressed Owari in every possible field. Utilising extreme le
At the invocation to release the might of his full arsenal, Ihann oozed dark core energy unimaginable. His eyes sparkled in crimson red. The Devil's Core awakened.The Commander was a Daemon blessed by the depths of darkness. Granted the powers of the seven capital sins, each sin wielding a devastating ability, Ihann fixated his motive to stand on equal ground with the Daemon King, being assisted by the Malevolent Core.Owari was clueless as to what each sin's technique had to offer, in exception of Anger— his go-to attack manoeuvre. But, whilst inhabiting his strengthened form, the Core of Final Judgment could finally start the process of overpowering Whispers of a Fated End.Owari purged the infinite dimension in hell's flames in an attempt to break through the Konkyuu/Zenkai combination as well as end the lives of the duo that sought to take his. Ihann groaned in agony, and Akuma's being suffered so much that his mouth could not produce a single word or command.The depths of Ihann
Ihann gasped for air, his body regenerating from the fatal wounds suffered. Owari landed on the leveled air he and his opponent stood on as he beheld Ihann writhe in pain.“Come on now,” Owari mused. “This can't be everything you've got. So much for being the Cosmos buttkisser. You aren't living up to his hype, lad. Try harder, Commander, or I'm just gonna kill you. Not that I wouldn't do it anyways.”"Shut up, old hag," Ihann snapped. "That smug look on your face will be nothing more than a deceased grin when I'm done with you."'How he got out of there still amazed me.' Ihann thought. 'Kōzō, you really gave us a suicide mission. I'd haunt you in the afterlife if I don't make it out of this alive. Luckily enough, he's severely weakened by Akuma's…'"Yo," Owari interrupted his thought process. "Suppressing my technique won't cut it for you, you know? There's only so much a Konkyuu can do against its inventor, so I suggest you pick up the pace now."Ihann exhaled flames of rage. In an o