Yet—
As they turned their gazes to the five who had just forced their way into their realm…
Something felt wrong.
They had expected arrogance.
They had expected awe.
They had expected fear.
But what they saw instead—
Was boredom.
Satoshi yawned. "So? What now?"
A tall, silver-eyed being stepped forward. His aura twisted the very laws of the world, his presence warping reality itself.
He was stronger than Ariella.
Stronger than the envoys.
Yet—he was not strong enough.
Satoshi could feel it.
The silver-eyed being's voice was cold.
"You stand in the Upper Realms, creatures of the dirt. Kneel."
The Same Mistake
Satoshi blinked.
Then—
He grinned.
"Oh, not this again."
The silver-eyed being's expression darkened.
"Did you not hear me, insect?"
He lifted his hand—and the heavens themselves responded.
An invisible force pressed down on Satoshi's group, enough to make even cultivators of the Lower Realm collapse in worship.
And yet—
Nothing happened.
Satoshi stood there.
Unmoved.
Athena tightened her grip on his sleeve.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust flickered.
Camila let out a small sigh, flipping a page of her book.
Liam simply rolled his shoulders.
Satoshi cracked his neck.
"You really don't learn, do you?"
Then—
The world broke.
When the Sky Begged Again
The golden sun above them cracked.
The ground shattered.
The invisible force pressing down on them?
It vanished.
No—it ran away.
Just like before, the world itself begged them not to kneel.
The jade platform fractured, the divine laws that bound the realm distorted.
The other celestial beings staggered back, confusion and horror in their eyes.
Ariella watched in silent disbelief.
This… was not supposed to happen.
Satoshi looked up at the fracturing sky, then down at the silver-eyed being, who was now frozen in place, his power crumbling before them.
And then, with mocking arrogance, Satoshi stepped forward.
"So?"
His voice was light, casual—but it carried weight.
"Are you done yet?"
The Gods Who Were Not Gods
The silver-eyed being trembled.
No one—no one—should be able to defy heaven's will.
And yet, here they were.
Casual. Unbothered. Mocking them.
He took a step back—instinctively.
And in that moment, he understood.
These were not mortals.
They were not cultivators.
They were not chosen of heaven.
They were something else.
Something worse.
And then—the trumpets sounded.
The celestial lords all turned toward the distant horizon, where a single, massive golden gate began to open.
A voice—vast, ancient, suffocating—echoed across the realm.
"BRING THEM FORWARD."
Ariella swallowed.
"The Heavenly Tribunal has summoned you," she said, voice clipped.
Satoshi smirked.
"Finally," he said.
And then, with a flick of his wrist—he walked toward the golden gate.
As if it wasn't a privilege.
As if it wasn't something sacred.
As if he was just bored and looking for fun.
And for the first time in its existence—
Heaven did not know what to do.
The Trial of Heaven
The golden gates yawned open.
Beyond them stretched a realm unlike anything they had seen before.
This was not a city.
Not a kingdom.
Not a world.
This was a courtroom built from the bones of reality itself.
The sky was a vast, endless dome of golden light, but there was no sun, no stars, no beginning, no end.
The ground was not stone or earth but something **more ancient, more absolute—**a foundation of existence that predated even the concept of time.
Massive pillars rose into infinity, carved from divine law, wrapped in chains that pulsed with celestial authority.
And at the very center of it all—
A throne sat atop an impossible staircase, its presence warping the very concept of space.
It was not just a seat.
It was a declaration.
A symbol that only one being ruled here.
And as Satoshi, Liam, Camila, Athena, and Amelia stepped forward, that throne awoke.
A voice like shattered eternity rang through the tribunal.
"THE DEFENDANTS HAVE ARRIVED."
The air itself screamed.
And the trial began.
The Judges of Heaven
They stood in a vast circular coliseum, surrounded.
Towering figures in white robes lined the edges of the tribunal, their faces obscured by radiant veils.
They did not speak.
They did not breathe.
They simply existed.
And above them, seated upon their eternal thrones, sat the Four Judges of Heaven.
They were not kings.
They were not warriors.
They were not gods.
They were law itself.
Beings that had long since transcended morality, ruling with the absolute detachment of inevitability.
And the moment Satoshi and the others stepped forward—the air grew heavy.
Camila's Eyes of Time flickered. "Something's wrong."
Athena clutched Satoshi's sleeve. "I can feel it too. The laws here are rejecting us."
Liam's golden aura pulsed. "They want to erase us."
Satoshi just grinned.
Amelia tilted her head, watching the judges with amusement.
"They want us to kneel," she murmured.
"Again."
The First Accusation
A figure rose from the golden throne, its face hidden beneath a veil of eternity.
Its voice was not loud.
It did not need to be.
"You are accused of trespassing upon the sacred realms."
The voice was calm, absolute, without emotion.
"You are accused of defying the divine order."
"You are accused of warping reality itself."
"You are accused of rejecting the will of heaven."
The tribunal shuddered.
Satoshi yawned.
Athena flinched. "They're speaking in absolutes."
Camila's golden Eyes of Time rotated rapidly. "It's not just words. They are enforcing their judgment upon reality as they speak."
Amelia smirked. "Cute trick."
Liam cracked his knuckles. "Let's see if it works on us."
Satoshi laughed.
A low, amused chuckle.
And then he stepped forward.
"Oh?"
His Eyes of Wrath burned.
"And what if we say no?"
The moment he said it—the world cracked.
The Judgment of the Cosmos
The sky split apart.
The throne trembled.
And the Four Judges of Heaven stood.
For the first time in eternity—they had been defied.
And in response—
The tribunal collapsed.
Laws unraveled.
Reality trembled.
The weight of divine judgment crashed down upon them like a falling star.
A million divine chains erupted from the void, coiling around Satoshi's group, sealing fate itself.
The ground beneath them twisted, forcing them down, forcing them to kneel.
Because in this realm—
Kneeling was not a choice.
It was law.
But as the chains wrapped around Satoshi's body—
He just smirked.
And then—
He broke them.
The Gods Who Feared Chaos
The golden chains shattered.
The laws of heaven screamed.
The tribunal convulsed.
And the Judges of Heaven took a step back.
Because it had happened again.
The same thing that happened when he tried to kneel in the mortal world.
The same thing that happened when he defied the envoys.
The same thing that happened when he rejected the sky itself.
The world had begged him not to kneel.
And now—
Heaven was afraid.
Satoshi dusted off his shoulder, sighing. "Come on. Is that all?"
Athena stared in shock.
Amelia laughed. "Oh, that's good. That's real good."
Liam folded his arms. "So much for their divine order."
Camila watched closely, her mind racing.
This was not just resistance.
This was rejection.
Not just of power—but of fate itself.
And the Judges knew it.
They were supposed to be absolute.
But now—they had met something they could not judge.
A presence beyond sin.
A force that refused to be bound.
A being that should not exist.
And for the first time in eternity—
The Judges of Heaven spoke in unison.
Their voices wavered.
"What... are you?"
Satoshi grinned.
"Oh?"
His Eyes of Wrath burned.
And then he laughed.
Laughed like a god.
Laughed like a king.
Laughed like something that had never bowed to anything.
He stepped forward.
And heaven stepped back
The Court That Could Not Judge
For the first time in eternity—the Judges of Heaven hesitated.
They were not beings who experienced fear.
They were not creatures bound by emotion.
They were law itself.
And yet—
As Satoshi stepped forward, his Eyes of Wrath burning, they felt something they had never known before.
The absence of control.
Because no matter how vast the heavens, no matter how absolute their power—
Heaven could not judge him.
And that meant—
He did not belong here.
A Realm That Rejects Itself
The tribunal shuddered.
The golden pillars trembled.
The sky above twisted and warped, the very fabric of this reality struggling to contain his existence.
Athena clutched Satoshi's sleeve. "Satoshi…"
Her voice was small.
Terrified.
Because she could feel it too.
The Higher Realms were rejecting them.
Not like an intruder.
Not like a criminal.
Not like an enemy.
But like something that should never have entered in the first place.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust pulsed.
"This place is afraid of us."
Liam's golden Eyes of Pride narrowed. "No."
He turned to the Judges, watching them carefully.
"They are afraid of him."
The Shattered Verdict
The Four Judges of Heaven stood motionless.
Even their presence, once vast and suffocating, now wavered—as if their very existence had been shaken.
Because the judgment had already been made.
The world had already decided.
And yet, the laws of the cosmos, which should have suppressed all resistance, had done nothing.
No chains could bind him.
No fate could hold him.
No rule could define him.
And that meant—
Heaven itself had no verdict.
Because to judge something—
It had to exist within the system.
And Satoshi?
Satoshi was outside of it.
He did not belong to their reality.
He did not belong to their law.
He did not belong to their judgment.
And if something cannot be judged—
It cannot be punished.
Satoshi smirked.
"Guess that means we're free to go."
The Judges did not answer.
Because they couldn't.
Ariella's Horror
Ariella had spent thousands of years as a divine envoy.
She had seen wars that burned across the heavens.
She had witnessed kings and gods beg for mercy before the tribunal.
She had watched entire civilizations be erased for lesser crimes.
And yet—
As she looked upon this man, standing before the highest court in existence, laughing in the face of divine law itself—
She understood something terrifying.
Heaven could not erase him.
It could not destroy him.
Because in order to erase something—it must first belong to the system.
And Satoshi did not.
The Choice That Should Not Exist
The Judges of Heaven finally spoke again.
But this time, their voices were not loud.
They were uncertain.
"You… do not belong here."
Their words wavered.
"You are not meant to exist."
Satoshi smirked.
"Oh? And what do you want to do about it?"
Silence.
And then—
A single command.
"Leave."
The tribunal shook.
The golden gates behind them opened once more, revealing a vast expanse beyond—a passage into the highest level of the Upper Realms.
A place where only gods walked.
The Judges' voices trembled.
"You may go."
Ariella's breath caught. "What?"
The Judges—who had once stood as the ultimate arbiters of fate—were now telling them to leave.
Not as prisoners.
Not as condemned souls.
Not as intruders.
But as something they could not comprehend.
And that—
That was worse than death.
Because it meant they had encountered something outside the control of heaven itself.
And the only thing the system could do—was expel it.
The Man Who Walked Past Judgment
Satoshi chuckled.
"That's it?"
His Eyes of Wrath flickered, his very presence making the tribunal shake again.
"I thought you were supposed to be the absolute power of this place."
The Judges did not respond.
They could not.
Satoshi sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Guess that means we win."
And then—
He turned his back on the highest court of heaven.
And walked away.
Liam followed, golden aura rippling.
Amelia smiled, flashing a wink at the still-shaken Ariella.
Camila, without another word, closed her book and walked forward.
Athena hesitated—then took a deep breath and stepped after them.
And just like that—
They left.
Not as prisoners.
Not as victors.
Not as anything the Judges could define.
And as the golden gates shut behind them, the tribunal remained silent.
The Four Judges of Heaven did not speak again.
Because in all their infinite wisdom—
They had no words for what had just happened.
A New Path
The golden corridors stretched before them, leading to a realm that should never have been reached by mortals.
Satoshi walked ahead, hands in his pockets.
Athena exhaled. "That was…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Amelia grinned. "Oh, I enjoyed that."
Liam's golden eyes narrowed.
"We are not done yet."
Camila closed her book. "No. We aren't."
Satoshi chuckled.
"Well."
He lifted his hand, staring at it, as if feeling something new.
Something greater.
Something fun.
"Let's see what else heaven has to offer."
And with that—
They stepped into a new world.
A world beyond gods.
A world not meant for them.
And heaven would learn to regret it.
The Hunt for Shadows
The Higher Realms were not built for mortals.
They were vast, stretching into infinity, woven together by concepts rather than matter.
Laws were not enforced—they were alive.
Time did not move—it simply existed.
Power was not held—it was owed.
This was a world of gods and monsters.
And somewhere in this world—
The Moon Clan waited.
One of the Four Great Clans of the Upper Realms.
A ghost of history, a clan that had mastered the art of concealment, information, and deception.
If the Dark Clans were moving, if the balance of the heavens was shifting—
Then the Moon Clan would already know.
And so, for the first time since arriving in the Higher Realms—Satoshi and his group had a target.
Now, they just had to find them.
A Debt to Heaven
Ariella sat in silence.
They had left the tribunal, yet she still felt its weight.
The Judges—beings who had ruled heaven for eternity—had done the unthinkable.
They had let them go.
Not because they wanted to.
But because they had no choice.
Satoshi had broken something that was supposed to be unbreakable.
And now, as they walked through the vast golden city, Ariella felt a sickness growing in her soul.
Not because she hated them.
Not because she feared them.
But because she understood something terrifying.
She had brought them here.
She had brought something into heaven that did not belong.
And now—she owed them.
Which meant—
She had no choice but to help them.
Satoshi grinned at her.
"So, tell me," he said casually. "You've been here a while, right?"
Ariella hesitated. "…Yes."
"Good," he said. "Then you should know where to find the Moon Clan."
The Clan That Cannot Be Found
Ariella's breath hitched.
The Moon Clan.
They were one of the Four Great Clans of the Upper Realms.
Not because they were the strongest.
Not because they were the oldest.
Not because they were the most feared.
But because they were everywhere.
And yet—nowhere.
The Moon Clan did not exist unless they wanted to.
Ariella's voice was quiet.
"…The Moon Clan does not make itself known."
Liam folded his arms. "Then we'll force them."
Ariella shook her head. "It doesn't work like that."
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath flickered. "Then how does it work?"
Ariella hesitated.
And then, she told them the truth.
The Four Great Clans of the Higher Realms
"The Moon Clan is not like the others," Ariella explained.
She turned her gaze to the golden horizon, where four great symbols burned in the sky.
The Four Great Clans.
The ones who had ruled this world for endless generations.
And yet—the Moon Clan had never claimed power.