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The Strongest Transcendent In History Is The Strongest
Chapter 13: The Transformation
Meanwhile, overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the world around them, the buyer had meticulously placed explosives throughout the building, each device armed and ready to ignite at the slightest provocation Their ominous presence lay concealed, a sinister secret awaiting the right moment to unleash chaos
Amidst the tense atmosphere, a nonchalant bandit swaggered through the shadows, his demeanor relaxed as he regarded the unfolding scene, casually revealing that his name was—
Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered; the building erupted into a violent explosion, the front metal wall disintegrating into a cascade of twisted debris and blinding light. Amidst the chaos, a hooded figure swiftly acted, seizing the bandit with an iron grip and declaring in a calm, collected tone, "We're leaving now." In a mere instant, they vanished, both figures disappearing into the smoke and confusion.
Frustration welled within Katsume as she stared at the chaos left in their wake. "Well, dammit, he got away," she muttered, her breath heavy with exasperation. Taking a moment to compose herself, she inhaled deeply, the enormity of the situation sinking in. "I need backup." With determination, she fished her phone out of her pocket and dialed her big brother's number, her heart racing as time slipped away.
Elsewhere, I, her big brother, lay asleep in the comfort of my home. The shrill ring of my phone cut through my slumber, and with a groggy voice, I answered, "This is Kiro Yatsu speaking…" Hmm, yes? Yes? 'Wait, he escaped!?'" A sudden jolt of adrenaline surged through me, awakening me fully to the urgency of the situation. "Looks like this is a job for Kiro Yatsu. Leave this to your big brother, alright?"
Back with Katsume, a sense of relief washed over her as she heard his reassuring tone, feeling a spark of hope. "Alright, then," she replied, her voice steadier now as she hung up, resolute to press forward.
Meanwhile, I sprang into action, hastily departing my home. With a determined leap, I scaled the rooftops, the cool night air rushing past me. "They couldn't have gotten far," I thought, sweat beading on my brow, urgency propelling me forward.
Further into the night, the mysterious hooded figure maintained a steady pace, effortlessly carrying the bandit away. "We've gained enough distance," the cloaked figure remarked, their tone betraying no hint of concern.
My resolve hardened as I narrowed the gap between them. "I won't let you escape!" I shouted, my voice echoing against the concrete jungle.
The hooded figure turned with surprising agility, flipping over me as he charged forward. Just then, a resounding explosion erupted at my feet, smoke and fragments flying everywhere, obscuring his vision. "You're so predictable," the hooded figure said coolly, an air of superiority evident in their voice.
Eyes widening in realization, I felt my heart drop. "Was this all just a trap?" I thought as the blasts engulfed me in searing heat and darkness.
As consciousness slipped away, I lay battered and bruised, the taste of blood in my mouth. "Well... played..." I murmured, my vision fading to an inky black.
Suddenly, a cascade of memories flashed through my mind—faces, places, echoes of screams, and cries blended together in a tumultuous blur, almost too fleeting to grasp.
In the vast, dim expanse of the cosmos—an infinite realm where starlight danced and shimmered, twinkling like the echoes of forgotten memories adrift in the boundless void—a mysterious figure slowly materialized. This enigmatic presence stood resolutely at the very precipice of existence itself, a breathtaking spectacle amid the cosmic tapestry.
This being was enveloped in an intriguing interplay of shadow and light, emanating a gentle, celestial luminescence. Its glow was so soft and ethereal that it seemed as though the very fabric of the heavens had wrapped itself around this figure, cocooning it in a divine embrace, as though shielding it from the gaze of lesser realities. Behind it, an array of stars glittered resplendently like scattered diamonds strewn across an expanse of midnight velvet, illuminating but simultaneously obscuring the figure's form. This interplay created an atmosphere rich in majesty and mystery, casting an otherworldly aura that demanded reverence and contemplation.
As I stood there, utterly captivated and breathless, a sense of weightlessness enveloped me. My eyes were fixed upon this celestial being, a mixture of awe and wonder filling the air between us.
Then, almost imperceptibly, the figure began to move.
With a fluid grace that seemed to defy the very constraints of time itself, it raised its hand—not in a gesture of command or authority, but rather as an open invitation. The fingers unfurled , with the tender elegance of petals unfolding to greet the night sky reaching out with a silent urgency that vibrated through the fabric of the universe, a wistful gravity that seemed to resonate deeply with something primal within me.
In that profound moment, the universe itself appeared to hold its breath as if recognizing the significance of this ethereal encounter.
And somewhere deep within the recesses of my being… something ancient began to awaken. It was not a surge of power—far from it. Instead, it was a profound sense of remembrance, an echo of days long past. It was not born out of rage or confusion, but rather from a place of uncanny recognition.
The vision shattered around me, splintering like glass under intense pressure. It felt as though the very fabric of reality was fracturing, sending shards of insight spiraling into the abyss of my mind.
In that breathtaking moment, a brilliant surge of yellow light engulfed me, illuminating every corner of my being. I let out a scream—not out of agony or fear, but from a profound realization that submerged me in a tidal wave of undeniable truth. It wasn't merely a sound; it was an expression of the overwhelming clarity that coursed through my veins, a testament to the metamorphosis unfolding within me.
Moments before, my body had felt heavy and lifeless, each limb weighed down by the anguish of existence. Yet now, it surged upward, reawakening with an energy I had thought lost forever. I watched in awe as my hair transformed into a cascading white mane, shimmering with an ethereal glow that seemed to echo the luminescence surrounding me. My very essence radiated power, my aura igniting like a fierce sun, a radiant beacon that pulsed with energy and vitality.
And at that instant, an unmistakable truth settled deep within my core—something monumental had irrevocably shifted in the universe, marking a turning point not just for me, but for everything that was yet to unfold. I felt as though I had transcended into a realm of possibilities, where the limitations of my previous existence no longer held sway. Everything had changed forever, and in that new dawn, I was reborn.
I found myself grappling with an ineffable sensation—a feeling that pulsed within me like the heartbeat of the cosmos, reverberating through the very bones of the stars. It felt like a soulful calling, a whisper from the depths of existence a whisper from the heart of existence—a part of me I had once been… reaching back to become me again, to guide me on a journey of rediscovery.
Rise and shine, you infuriatingly obstinate individual—your narrative is far from over. There is still so much more awaiting you in the unfolding chapters of your life; you have not yet reached the concluding line of your tale. When readers finally discover the identity of the voice that is compelling you to awaken and continue your journey, they will undoubtedly be left with a lasting impression. This unique dialogue, laden with urgency and a hint of exasperation, ensures that its speaker will be etched in the minds of the audience as a pivotal figure in your story, one that they will remember long after the final page has been turned.
The enigmatic figure, shrouded in a dark hood that concealed their features from view, bursts into a haunting laughter, echoing through the desolate surroundings. "Hahaha," the sound reverberates ominously, imbued with an eerie sense of finality. "It's finally over," they declare, the words dripping with a mix of triumph and relief, suggesting that a long-fought struggle has reached its inevitable conclusion. The atmosphere thickens with tension as their voice carries the weight of countless battles endured and ominous secrets revealed, leaving those who hear it with a chilling sense of foreboding about what this conclusion truly means.
In an instant, a blinding yellow light erupted from above, reaching the heavens. Miraculously, my body surged to life, rising as the wounds began to knit themselves back together, a miraculous healing unfolding before the figures' very eyes. My eyes remained shut, yet my hair turned white, leaving a vibrant white glow, a yellow aura enveloped me, imbued with a power that felt both foreign and familiar.
Startled, the mysterious hooded figure spun around, their eyes widening in disbelief. "Just what is this?" they gasped, the confidence draining from their posture.
I, now transformed, raised my hands skyward, conjuring an enormous hammer that materialized behind the hooded figure like a storm cloud waiting to unleash its fury.
With a swift motion, I brought my hands up, sending the massive hammer crashing into the hooded figure. The impact sent the hooded figure soaring into the air, a terrified expression etched across their face. "What are you!?" they shouted, panic overtaking their calm demeanor.
As the figure plummeted back to Earth, I raised my hands downward as rain-like drops of explosive energy cascaded down, colliding with the ground and triggering a cataclysmic explosion that transformed the landscape into a colossal crater, deep and unending.
When the dust settled, the mysterious hooded figure lay unconscious, having fallen from their previous confidence.
I remained there, eyes still closed, though the magnificent aura around me began to fade. With a heavy thud, my body fell limply to the ground, the battle leaving me drained yet unconsciously victorious, the remnants of power slowly fading into the night.
To be continued...