The King’s promise was made to his people. With an unwavering smile, the Strongest Daemon vows to his friends.
••• ∅ •••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
Akuma groaned in pain, his body melting gradually. 'He completely ignored my technique. He must have concluded the transcendence process Whispers of a Fated End slowed down. This fast? This is bad. This is very bad.'Akuma's Konkyuu began to melt as well, finally giving in to the phenomenon of hell's flames. Ihann attempted to activate the technique: Gluttony, but he was quickly answered by celestial bolts of lightning through the throat and gut.Ihann was knocked unconscious, but Owari pressed on, engulfing his entire body in hell's flames. He burned through the annals of time in an attempt to find a loophole in the Time Core's technique.'Come on, man!' Owari roared in his inner thoughts, driving his spirit. "Yakeru (Burn)!"The flames intensity increased, and in a feat that was nothing short of divine, Owari broke through the Konkyuu/Zenkai dimension.Owari, Amjma and Ihann found themselves in a desolate Street in Kyoto, Japan. Akuma was down for the count, his body in a condition
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