The battlefield was silent, the echoes of Satria's strike still rippling through the heavens. The field below remained in chaos, winds thrashing violently as if protesting the clash of gods that had just ended. Smoke curled into the broken sky, torn apart by the shockwave that had hurled Doldrums beyond the stratosphere and into the void.
Satria exhaled slowly, his golden aura dimming, his body shrinking back into its human form. The tatters of his military uniform settled into place, as if nothing had happened. The crimson glow of Great Red's blessing flickered out, leaving only his own weary figure behind.
"Bravo!" Great Red laughed proudly, her voice bright and thunderous like a delighted dragon. She clapped her hands, grinning wide. "Finally, you used my power properly! That's my boy!"
The others exchanged looks—some jealous, some pouting, some glaring daggers in silence. Great Red only basked in her triumph, her smirk radiant with smug delight.
"Danna-sama! Why didn't you use my power instead of hers?!" Kiyohime whined, clutching his sleeve.
"I want you to use mine too!" Valiana demanded, crossing her arms with a huff.
"My Lord…" Fran spoke softly, bowing slightly. "If the situation requires, I—and Shishou as well—would gladly lend you our power."
"I never said that!!!" the sentient sword barked indignantly from her side, making his wielder snicker.
Morgan's cold eyes gleamed as she stepped closer. "How exactly are you able to wield their powers, Satria?" She tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle she was determined to solve. "That's not ordinary. I want… details."
Satria smirked. "Well, let's just say… I can tap into the strength of anyone who shares a special bond with me." He threw his arms wide like an actor on stage. "I call it… the Power of Friendship!!!"
A few of the girls facepalmed at the ridiculous declaration. Fatalis chuckled darkly, his voice like rolling thunder. "Really? You dare say that while the Ice Queen still seeks to crush you? Bold of you to reveal your secret."
"Sure!" Satria laughed, spreading his arms wider, smug as ever. "The Emperor hides nothing. Ask away."
"Tch…" Morgan crossed her arms with a scowl. "Don't regret it later…"
"Oi! I never knew you could transform into… that!" Rimuru suddenly zipped up beside him, eyes wide and sparkling like a curious child. "A giant warrior? That's unfair—you looked way too cool! What the hell was that form?!"
Satria rubbed the back of his head, feigning modesty. "Ah, it's nothing… Just the Ultra-form. The form of the warriors of light—defenders who safeguard the peace of the universes."
Rimuru deadpanned. "…And it's you? Of all people? Hard to believe a lazy puppy like you could do something so noble and tiring."
"Hey!!! What's with the trust issues? From my own wife, no less?!" Satria protested, drawing laughter from the group.
"I can't blame Rimuru, Master," Jeanne said gently, patting his head with a smile. "Sometimes you are hopelessly lazy. If no one pushed you, you'd probably sleep through an apocalypse." Her tone softened. "But that doesn't mean we don't adore you. Or trust you."
The warmth of her words eased the tension, but only briefly.
Shion's voice broke the silence. "Is it… over now?"
Benimaru frowned, his hand still gripping his blade. "Doldrums… he won't be coming back from that, right?"
Satria didn't answer immediately. His gaze lingered on the torn sky, the empty sky where his enemy had vanished. His expression was calm, but behind his single glowing eye a storm brewed.
"…I hope so," he muttered at last.
Before the battlefield could calm, a burst of energy broke through the air.
"Hey, heeeey! That was soooo cool!" Milim zoomed forward like a comet, her eyes sparkling brighter than stars. She leaned in—way too close—practically vibrating with excitement. "Seriously, who are you really?! C'mon, fight me!"
"…I completely forgot about this one." Satria exhaled dramatically. "Sorry, kiddo, I'm running on fumes here. No spare energy. Maybe next time, when I'm in the mood."
Milim puffed her cheeks like a sulking child. "Boo! Lame! You looked so epic, and now you're just gonna… nap? One round, pleeease?"
Instead of arguing, Satria snapped his fingers. A delicate glass dish appeared in his hand—three perfect scoops of chocolate, vanilla, and berry ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup, topped with cookie crumbs and a single glossy cherry.
"Skip the duel. How about this, chibi?" Satria smirked, dangling the dessert temptingly.
"Chibi?!" Milim's eyes widened—then instantly locked on the colorful treat. "…Wait… what's that?"
"This," he said grandly, holding it out like treasure, "is called ice cream. Sweet, cold, soft… Want a bite?"
Milim nodded furiously. One spoonful later—her eyes lit up like fireworks.
"Uwaaaahhh! What is this sorcery?! It's sooo sweet! It melts in my mouth!" She devoured the dessert with gusto, spoon clattering against the dish as she polished it clean in seconds. "More! Give me moreee~!"
Behind them, several of Satria's wives traded sharp looks, their gazes colder than Dragon's breath. His neck prickled.
"…Uh. Ladies? Can you… not glare at me like that? It's, uh, unnerving."
"I wonder why~," Kiyohime said with a dangerous smile.
"Stupid Lolitria…" Rimuru muttered, cheeks faintly pink.
Satria chuckled nervously before turning back to Milim. "Sorry, no seconds until you make me a promise."
Milim blinked. "Promise? W-what kind of promise?"
"You behave," Satria said warmly, crouching to her level. "No causing problems in my country, no wrecking things for fun. In return, you'll always have friends here. We'll protect each other… and you'll get snacks and desserts like this whenever you want. Fair deal?"
His wives watched him silently. This guy… He's shameless. Stupidly cunning. They thought.
Milim's eyes softened, her usual recklessness pausing for the first time. "Friends…?"
"Yup." Satria extended his hand with a grin. "Friends. Simple, right?"
After a heartbeat, Milim slapped her hand into his, grinning ear to ear. "Deal!"
Satria ruffled her hair gently, his touch uncharacteristically warm. "Then I'm glad to have you as a friend, Milim. Let's make it last."
Milim froze, her face heating in ways she didn't understand. 'W-what is this? Why does his touch make me feel so safe? Comfy? It's my first time meeting him and I was supposed to be angry when someone treated me like a child but… I kinda like it when it's him… hehehe~'
She purred softly under his hand, forgetting the duel entirely.
But then Fatalis's calm yet cutting voice sliced through the laughter. She lazily raised a finger toward the shoreline, where the surviving soldiers of the Empire stood frozen. Their battered armor clinked as they trembled, faces pale, eyes wide with despair.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said coldly, "but… how about them?"
The mood shifted instantly. The warmth of camaraderie was replaced with silence as heavy as iron.
"W-We surrender!" one soldier cried, dropping his weapon.
"We were just following orders… it was fight or die! We had no choice!" another shouted, voice cracking.
"Please… mercy… I have family waiting back home…" a third begged, falling to his knees.
Rimuru's golden eyes narrowed. Her aura flared outward like a tidal wave of malice, forcing every soldier to their knees in terror.
"Mercy?" her voice rang out, trembling with fury. "After everything you've done?! Do you think we don't have families to protect? Loved ones to safeguard in our nation?!"
Her spell began to swirl—the devouring void of Beelzebub opening in her palm absorbed the soul of fallen soldiers and magicules in the battlefield.
[Master, let's swap. Allow me to handle the rest.]
The voice of Raphael echoed within her soul.
[The Harvest Festival has begun.]
[All requirements confirmed.]
[Evolution initiated.]
[From Enlightened Slime → Heavenly Demon Slime.]
[New Resistance unlocked.]
[You may now bestow Gifts upon others.]
"Gifts…?" Benimaru staggered as a sudden surge of power ignited inside him. "What is… happening to my body?"
Not only him, but all of Rimuru's most trusted subordinates felt it—the mark of her evolution blooming inside them.
"I see…" Satria murmured, watching with pride and awe. "So my adorable slime wife has finally stepped into new height."
A radiant figure emerged where Rimuru once stood—elegant and divine. Her long, pale-blue hair now tied into high twin ponytails, crimson eyes burning with divine majesty. Her ceremonial attire shimmered in white, gold, and deep navy, embroidered with symbols of authority.
Fatalis returned to her human guise, sliding dark sunglasses over her eyes as she munched on popcorn. "Well, damn. The birth of a True Demon Lord… and I get front-row seats. Lucky me."
"Ha… hahaha… Now it makes sense." Great Red rumbled with unease, his vast form twitching. "The reason he made Rimuru-chan the Empress. This power… and it still isn't even her full potential."
Morgan's observed seriously. "Master, your family… is full of monsters."
Kurumi only smiled knowingly. "Fufu~ I quite like this. It feels… fitting."
Valiana's grin widened, eyes shining with battle lust. "Even the Four Maou of the Underworld would pale before this. I want to fight her so badly."
Jeanne stood conflicted. Her hands gripped tightly at her chest as her faith warred with her heart. "A Demon Lord… truly a Demon Lord. And yet… Rimuru-san I know is kind, loving, and compassionate. She defies everything the Bible told me demons were meant to be… but now."
Fran's small frame trembled, but her spirit endured.
Milim leaned forward, clapping her hands. "Ooooh! A new Demon Lord is born! Hehehe! I must invite Satria and Rimuru to join us later!"
Meanwhile, Raphael's void expanded, dark magic swirling with lethal intent—ready to erase the remaining soldiers.
"Now… for the rest of you…"
But a firm voice cut in.
"Wait! That's enough!" Robin started forward, but froze when she saw someone already standing before Rimuru..
Aditya.
The android, returned to his humanoid form, faced Raphael head-on.
"… Why?" Raphael's voice echoed through the void, calm but cold.
"Because it's enough, Rimuru-san," Aditya said quietly, yet with unwavering conviction. "We've already won. There's no need to slaughter the defenseless. If we do… we become no different from them."
The air grew still. Raphael paused. Rimuru blinked. Even Satria tilted his head in surprise.
"Tell me," Raphael pressed. "On what grounds do you say this?"
Aditya's fists clenched at his side. His voice wavered but never faltered.
"I… I don't know. I can't calculate it, can't process it in code. I just feel it. Killing them now… is wrong. That's all."
Silence.
Then, Satria chuckled under his breath. His lips curved into a smile filled with pride.
"Fascinating." His gaze turned skyward. "Norman, did you hear that?"
[Norman: "… I can't believe it either, Your Majesty. Android's showing… empathy."]
Satria's smile widened. "Exactly. Hope. That's what this is."
Raphael's eyes, devoid of compassion, gleamed like a crimson abyss. Her hand rose, and with it came the surge of an all-consuming darkness—Beelzebub, a maw ready to swallow every soldier left alive.
"Objection rejected." Her voice was mechanical, absolute. "Mercy is illogical. Eliminating potential threats is the most efficient path. They are weak now, but given time, they will return with vengeance. It is in their nature. To spare them is to invite another war."
Her tone held no cruelty—only cold certainty.
The broken soldiers crumpled under the weight of her power. Some wailed, some prayed, some pressed their foreheads to the blood-soaked earth. Their voices blurred into one chorus of despair, drowned beneath the storm of magic.
But before the darkness could consume them—
A hand, warm and steady, closed over hers.
"Stop."
The abyss froze. For the first time, Raphael's flawless calculation faltered. Slowly, she turned her gaze.
"…You…?" Her usually unreadable voice trembled. The one who stopped her was not Rimuru—but Satria.
He didn't grip with force. He didn't resist her magic. Yet somehow, his touch stilled her completely.
"Finally, we meet," Satria said softly. His eyes, calm yet commanding, met hers without fear. "You're the one who's always been there for Rimuru, aren't you, Raphael?"
"…Yes. It is me. Why?" she asked, almost defensively.
Satria's voice was quiet, but it carried across the battlefield like a bell. "All living beings—even humans like me—are flawed. They betray, they wage wars, they cause suffering. But they also laugh, love, and create. If all you see are the flaws… you'll miss what makes them worth saving."
Raphael blinked. For the first time, her perfect mind produced an error.
"…But why? Why protect them? They are liabilities. They will harm you again."
Satria's grip tightened—not in force, but in warmth. His words, burning with conviction, broke through the silence:
"Because if we slaughter them now, we become the monsters they always claimed we were. And I refuse to let that happen."
The battlefield stilled. Not even the wind dared to move. Allies and enemies alike listened.
Satria stepped forward, raising his voice so every trembling soldier, every wary ally, and every watcher could hear:
"Listen well! True power is not measured by how many lives you take. It is measured by how much change you bring—how much hope you create. We fight to protect our families, our people, our future. Never to destroy for destruction's sake."
His presence burned with enigmatic charisma, like a king shaping history with every word.
"From this day on, Tempest stands by principles that transcend race, nation, or creed. Call it law. Call it faith. Call it dignity for all beings. Etch it into your hearts:
One—Never harm innocent women, children, the elderly, or the sick. Never strike monks, priests, or those in worship.
Two—Do not burn villages, destroy crops, or cut down fruit-bearing trees. Life must not be stolen from the earth itself.
Three—No treachery. No desecration of the dead. No theft of what does not belong to you.
Four—Fight only to defend against aggression, never for greed or revenge.
Five—War must uphold justice, not vendetta.
Six—And do not kill an enemy who surrenders."
His voice thundered, yet carried an undeniable warmth. "Break these laws, and you will answer to me personally. For those beyond this battlefield—know this: I am Emperor of Tempest. We welcome all who come in peace. But mark my words… we will not tolerate war brought to our door. Do not mistake our kindness for weakness. We are far more than your imagination can grasp."
A heavy silence fell. Even the hardest monsters and warriors could feel the weight of his declaration.
Raphael's magic dissipated, unraveling into harmless motes of light. She stared at her hand—still wrapped in his—and for the first time, she looked uncertain.
"…This… warmth. This presence. My logic… cannot explain it."
Satria gave a faint smile, brushing his thumb across her hand. "That's because it isn't logic, Raphael. It's compassion. You're part of Rimuru… and now part of us. I want you to see this world—not from one perspective, but from many."
Raphael's lips quivered. Then, almost shyly, she leaned closer, her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.
"Now I understand… why the Master choose you. As expected… of our husband."
Satria blinked. "W-Wait, husband? Isn't that—"
His protest was cut short by her sudden kiss—deep, passionate, and disarmingly human. Gasps and muffled laughter rippled through the onlookers.
When she pulled back, her crimson eyes were shimmering with something warmer than calculation. Hearts—shaped and glowing—spun within her gaze.
"Mm~ so this is a kiss… interesting. Worry not, Husband. What belongs to Master belongs to me as well… which means you belong to me, too." Her lips curled into a smile that was both mischievous and sincere.
The battlefield was hushed, every eye locked on Satria as his words thundered into their souls. Mercy, justice, dignity—his voice carried all of it, echoing louder than any war cry.
The silence was suffocating. Then—his family broke it.
Fatalis crossed her arms, a sharp-toothed grin spreading across her face.
"Pfft—hahaha! That's my husband. Bold enough to preach in the middle of carnage, fearless enough to call out the world itself. Absolutely insane… and gods, I adore him for it."
Jeanne's trembling hands clasped against her chest, tears glimmering in her eyes.
"He… he turned the sword of vengeance into the light of mercy. That is true holiness… Even sometimes you act strange, Master, your heart… shines." Her cheeks burned pink, voice wavering with devotion.
Kurumi tilted her head, her golden clock-eye ticking like a predatory clock. A playful, dangerous smile curved her lips.
"Fufufu~ you didn't just tame her, my love—you swayed the entire battlefield. How cruel. To make me fall even deeper for you… Maybe tonight I should monopolize you. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Kiyohime trembled, clutching her sleeves with burning jealousy.
"Ahhh~! My beloved husband! So noble, so radiant, so unfair! If you keep shining like this, every woman here will desire you! No, no, I won't allow it!" Jealous fire crackled faintly around her, a dangerous halo of obsession.
Great Red tilted her head back, letting out a long, low whistle.
"Damn, brat… You just turned a battlefield into a lecture hall, and everyone actually listened. No wonder every dangerous woman here picked you. You're scarier than anyone I've ever seen."
Fran, quiet and small amidst the chaos, pressed her sword to her chest. Her wide eyes trembled with awe.
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God of Hope: "THIS BRAT JUST DROPPED A WHOLE GENEVA CONVENTION IN ANOTHER WORLD!!"
King of Knights: "…This side of him is so unexpected. Why can't he behave like this all the time?"
Pervert Sage: "Oi oi oi… Did this guy just bag a girl with one kiss in middle of war?! Veteran of war here, but damn—I'm taking notes! Notes!!"
Delicious Tuna: "W-Wait wait wait!! They're kissing!? In the middle of THAT!?"
Esdeath: "…Magnificent. He twisted mercy into something more terrifying than cruelty."
White Lady: "Peak rizz. Peak enlightenment. Peak disrespect of natural laws. 👏👏👏 I'm clapping!"
Hero Hunter: "Tch. Idiot as usual. But… tch… fine. That idiot just made me respect him more. Annoying."
Spiderman: "Not only did he stop a massacre, he invented superhero rules in another world. He should create the Tempest Avengers later."
Frost Dragon Empress: "Strange. He is… weird. But strong. And this unique charisma of him… fascinating."
Kazuma-sama: "Careful what you call fascinating. That guy's got a harem full of terrifying dragon girls and yandere wives. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Frost Dragon Empress: "Harem? Where one man takes multiple wives? …So he is a pervert?"
God of Hope: "Nah, he ain't a pervert. He's more like… the playful type who drives his caretakers insane but makes them love him more anyway."
Emilia: "He's very fond of his family. His wives protect him as much as he protects them. If you ever visit his home, you'll feel it—their bond is deep and unshakable."
Hero Hunter: "To the point it makes me sick. That bastard keeps flirting with his girls without caring who's watching."
Frost Dragon Empress: "…I see."
_____
At the edge of the void, silence swallowed the stars.
Doldrums drifted alone, his body gleaming faintly, and for the first time in decade… he remembered.
Memories bled into him like cracks in glass.
Once, he had been nothing more than a jackal wandering a broken world, where only the strong devoured the weak. He was feared by criminals, monsters, tyrants—yet he was still just a beast gnawing at scraps of survival.
Until He appeared.
The one who called himself Creator, claiming to be the architect of this universe. Summoned and bound, Doldrums was told he was chosen—to preserve balance, to keep order, to maintain the flow of fate.
"Tch… balance, order, fate… I never cared for those things. Not until that day."
He remembered her.
Strong. Beautiful. Elegant. A fire in my life of this alien world. She had guided him, taught him the rules, even lifted him step by step until he carved a throne for himself.
And in those moments, for the first time in his life, he felt something beyond survival.
Love.
Yet… every time he reached for her, there was a wall. A shadow. A name that burned his soul.
The so-called hero.
Always him. Always chosen, always beloved, always standing where he longed to stand.
"What was so great about that coward? That pathetic fool who couldn't even step past his own fear?"
Every smile she gave him, every glance of sorrow when speaking of that man—it tore Doldrums apart.
So he waited.
He endured.
Until the day that "pathetic loser" returned from the grave.
And that was the day Doldrums swore—
"To her, to myself, to the universe—I will prove who deserves her. Who deserves everything. And who will rule this world!"
The void trembled as his rage solidified into purpose.
Strange whispers slithered into his ears—an entity older than creation itself. Its voice was static, broken, incomprehensible except for him.
"#$#$$#__$#&_#$..."
"Shut your damn mouth!" Doldrums roared, defiance shaking the heavens. "I don't care if you call yourself god! I have decided to be no one's pawn! My destiny is mine alone!"
His body convulsed, cracking open with burning light. Sigils carved themselves into his skin, molten lines fusing flesh with cosmic metal. A reactor erupted inside his chest, spilling golden fire through his veins.
"Behold… witness the power that no balance can chain! Cosmic Reactor—Release!!"
The void ignited. Stars flickered and died in his shadow.
Doldrums rose, swelling into a titan whose limbs dwarfed the world itself, his body a fusion of divine design and monstrous will. His crown of light burned like a second sun, his eyes seared across the galaxy.
Doldrums the Destroyer had been born.
•
Far away, the True Creator of Tensura World stirred, her face twisting in horror.
"You… who are you?!" she demanded as she beheld an abstract silhouette, a faceless entity that had trespassed into her perfect creation. "How did you enter this world without my notice… and worse, steal my face?!"
The being tilted its head, incomprehensible static leaking from its nonexistent mouth.
"@#$2-2-33-$+#$"
A single tap—light as air. The Creator was blasted back, her divinity unraveling as she coughed blood.
"Ghhh—such power…! What are you?! Answer me!!!" She reached out, but the entity was already gone, vanishing as though it had never existed.
Panic gripped her chest. "This is bad… this is truly bad… Everything I built and designed is unraveling. What should I do to fix all of this?"
•
Below, Satria stiffened, sweat running cold down his spine. A tremor, dark and suffocating, rattled the sky.
"You've got to be kidding me…" His eyes narrowed at the sky. "That bastard… he's not done yet."
A radiant shiver passed through Raphael. Her lips parted, whispering in dread.
"Husband… this power… it's him."
The clouds split apart as a dark colossus descended, its body plated in cosmic steel, every movement crackling with apocalyptic energy. The planet itself seemed to shrink beneath its presence.
Its voice was thunder, ripping through sky and space alike:
"I… am Doldrums the Destroyer! I am the Absolute Being! And I alone am destined to rule this star—and everything beyond it!"
The sky split open like fragile glass, flooding the world in blinding gold. Across every nation, every city, every hidden corner of the Cardinal World, all eyes turned upward to behold the titan.
"This… this must be the end of the world."
And despair followed.
Children clung to their parents, too terrified to cry.
Soldiers dropped their weapons, trembling as though their bones had turned to water.
King and Tyrant fell to their knees, their faith crumbling as their gods felt small compared to the golden behemoth towering above the planet.
A silence heavier than death swept the world until screams began to rise like wildfire.
On Tempest's side, the reactions were no less grim.
The woman—the one who once guided Doldrums—stood pale, sweat streaking her face. Her heart clenched, torn between fear and guilt. "I knew you were strong, Doldrums… but not like this." She bit her lip, refusing to finish the thought clawing at her mind. Stronger than me. Stronger than even… him.
Milim's usual childish grin was nowhere to be seen. Her pupils sharpened like a predator's as an aura of ancient dragonic might seeped out of her. "Tch… no choice, then. If that's the power he's wielding… I'll need to unleash my True Form." Her voice, for once, carried no playfulness.
Ruby's hands shook as she pointed skyward, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Did… did my eyes trick me? That thing—no, that man—how the hell do we even begin to fight that?!"
Robin clutched his head, a rare panic spreading through him as every calculation ended in failure. "This… this is absurd. Every possible scenario, every outcome—it all ends with us crushed. There's no strategy for something like this!"
Raphael's crimson eyes flickered uncertainly for the first time, her voice breaking as she turned to her husband. "W-what should we do, husband?"
Satria said nothing.
"Trembling in fear, are you?!" Doldrums roared, his voice so loud it rattled every soul, echoing in the hearts of billions. Even mountains quaked beneath the sound. "Satria, so-called Emperor of Tempest—you do not belong in this world! You never did! Prepare to Die!"
The colossus raised one cosmic arm, a shadow big enough to engulf continents, ready to strike.
Milim's aura burned with dragonic fury, but Satria raised a hand, his golden chi steady yet absolute.
"I appreciate your help, Milim…" His voice cut through the storm of despair, calm but resolute. "But this is my responsibility. My duty. My country. Let me face him."
With that, Satria summoned the Legend Driver. The artifact blazed brighter than ever before, its radiance piercing even the void of space. At that very moment, the Color Timer of Ultraman Legend pulsed in harmony, golden-blue waves resonating with the Driver's glow as if fate itself demanded their unity.
Satria drew a card unlike any other—its surface shimmering with impossible brilliance. On it, two emblems burned as one: the Ultraman crest intertwined with the Rider's crown.
He thrust the card into the Driver.
The Driver's cosmic voice thundered like a god's decree:
"LEGENDARY FUSION! ULTRAMAN LEGEND × KAMEN RIDER LEGEND!"
Ultraman Legend's colossal form shimmered, dissolving into radiant streams of starlight. That divine light spiraled down, pouring directly into the Legend Driver.
And then—eruption.
Cosmic armor burst outward, plates of silver and gold forming around Satria. The elegance of Ultraman Legend's divine plating layered over the sleek golden stripes of Rider Legend, locking together with the inevitability of destiny. The helmet elongated, crowned by a radiant fusion of Ultraman Legend's divine fin and Kamen Rider Legend's regal crest, blazing like a beacon of creation.
On his chest, the heart of the miracle shone: half Color Timer, half Rider Core, fused into one eternal light.
Behind him, an immense cosmic mandala ignited—rings of runes and sigils, Ultraman glyphs braided with Rider symbols, turning like a living galaxy. Stars themselves bent their glow toward him, swirling as though the cosmos rejoiced in his birth.
The voice of eternity echoed across Earth and space, resonating in every soul who heard it:
"SUPREME LEGEND — THE ULTIMATE LIGHT OF CREATION!"
When the Supreme Legend stood revealed, silence swallowed the battlefield. The air itself seemed to bow. To everyone watching, it wasn't just a transformation—it was as if a god had descended to the mortal realm.
Morgan could barely form words, her eyes wide.
"I… I knew he was strong. But this level…? This isn't strength anymore. This is something beyond the reach of mortals. How did he—how could he—become like this?"
Ruby's face lit up with childlike wonder, her eyes sparkling. "He's like… a superhero from the stories!"
Milim's eyes widened, sparkling with childlike wonder too. She looked as though she was seeing her very first hero. "He looks so cool…! This is the kind of power that makes my blood race!"
Great Red chuckled, "And he claims he is no god. Hah! Look at that radiance—it outshines every god I've ever known. Tell me, Albion, does you and your bearer agree with me?"
The dragon's soul roared back without hesitation. "Damn straight! If this isn't godhood, then what the hell is it?!"
Valiana's lips curled into a soft smile. "I couldn't agree more… but let's respect our hubby. Whatever he chooses to believe, god or not—it's still him."
Fatalis folded her arms, her burning eyes narrowing as she sensed deeper currents. "True. Yet I can feel it—this is only the beginning. A storm greater than this awaits us all."
Fran placed a hand over her heart, her lips trembling with reverence. "My Lord… you're truly… magnificent."
Jeanne pressed a hand to her heart, eyes shining with reverence. "Master… you are truly…" Words failed her, leaving only pure awe.
Raphael whispered warmly. "We are truly fortunate, Master, to have met him."
Rimuru smirked, shaking her head within Raphael. "Hmph. He's still the same idiot—reckless, dumb, always stirring up trouble… But that troublemaker is mine."
Kiyohime pressed her palms together, her voice trembling with devotion. "Be careful, Danna-sama. Please… return before dinner."
Satria's answer was wordless. He simply nodded. His body ignited with silver-gold flames, a cosmic inferno of hope and resolve. Then, with a single leap, he ascended into the void of space—leaving behind only trails of blazing starlight as he soared to meet Doldrums.
Doldrums's laughter split the void. "You still dare resist me?! Hahaha! So this is your true power? Yes… YES! You must be the one he spoke of!"
His hand—vast as continents—descended like the fall of heaven itself. The sheer weight of it distorted the stars, the shockwave shaking the very fabric of the atmosphere.
But Satria did not flinch. His voice roared like thunder rolling across creation.
"Shut up! Who the hell sent you?! Once I'm finished with you, I'll F*** his sorry ass too!"
The destroyer's eyes glowed crimson, his grin widening. "Fine then. I'll grant you that much. His name… is Veldenava! He claims you are a threat to the balance of this world. I came to snuff you out for him. But don't be mistaken—" His tone twisted into venom. "I will crush him later as well. Consider this… a farewell gift for Dead Man!"
Satria's mind snapped with realization. 'Veldenava…? But wasn't he already dead according to the records—?! That bastard! He's alive! Hiding somewhere in this universe… and sending this Absolute Asshole to assassinate me?!'
Annoyance boiled into wrath. His golden-silver flames blazed hotter, until they carved radiant arcs across the void.
With a single leap, Satria hurled himself forward. His kick met Doldrums's descending hand—CRUUUNCH!
The void screamed as divine sparks split the darkness. Satria's strike didn't just block the hand—it pierced straight through. Flesh of a god-crusher shattered like brittle glass.
The destroyer staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief.
"—N-NO… IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
But Satria was far from done. Rage and resolve surged together, his entire being condensing into one final act of defiance. His right leg flared, burning brighter than a newborn star.
"WRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The Supreme Spark Legend Kick shot forth. For a moment, it was as if the universe itself bent to its radiance.
The destroyer's body erupted, shattering into billions of fragments of writhing darkness. Each one shrieked as they were consumed, erased utterly by the purifying brilliance of the kick.
The void was drowned in light—an explosion not of destruction, but of rebirth. A new dawn painted across the cosmos.
And as silence returned, Satria lowered his blazing foot, his voice a calm whisper in the wake of apocalypse:
"…So much noise. So much disappointment."
To be continued...