The Strongest Transcendent In History Is The Strongest
Chapter 20: Annihilation
Mishikkurūpu rises from the ground, surprisingly unscathed, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, as if the chaos around us were merely a fleeting inconvenience. "Hmm... not bad at all," he muses, his tone dripping with mockery, as he assesses the situation with an unsettling confidence.
With determination coursing through my veins, I propel myself through the jagged remains of the shattered window, landing heavily on the pavement just a few feet in front of him. The impact reverberates through the ground, my boots leaving a noticeable crack in the concrete.
Unfazed, he raises an eyebrow, a blend of amusement and curiosity etched on his face. "Still not talking, huh?" he taunts, his voice filled with a twisted sense of delight at the unfolding confrontation. "Guess I'll just beat the words out of you," I snap back defiantly, my resolve hardening as I prepare for the fight ahead.
In one swift motion, I seize his arm and yank it toward me with all my might— Snap. I feel the satisfying crack of bone as I twist his arm, then follow through with a powerful roundhouse kick aimed squarely at his face.
He staggers back momentarily, disoriented, but my victory is short-lived. With a speed that belies his apparent injury, he manages to regain his footing and, mid-stumble, he unexpectedly grabs my face. His laughter is manic, a wild and unhinged sound that reverberates through the air. "Hahaha! Yes! Get angry!" he taunts, relishing in my frustration. "This pain? It feeds me!"
A surge of fury ignites within me, and I unleash that anger as I smash my fist into his chest with everything I have. The force sends him rocketing backward, crashing through the wall as if it were made of paper.
The sound of shattering stone fills the air, and a cloud of dust billows around us, momentarily obscuring him from view.
Yet, against all odds, he stands once more, blood now trickling down from a split on his lip, yet an unsettling smile persists on his face. "Heh. I actually felt that one," he acknowledges, his tone oddly pleased, as if the pain itself were a form of bonding between us.
"You're getting fun," I reply, my voice laced with tension as anticipation hangs thick in the air.
His grin sharpens, morphing into a wild, sinister expression that sends a chill racing down my spine. "Time to get serious," he declares, and with that, he vanishes from my line of sight in the blink of an eye—
In that split second, an agonizing burst of pain erupts in my jaw as his elbow connects with unforgiving force. A blinding flash of white light fills my vision, disorienting me.
Before I have even a moment to recover or react to the assault—
His knee finds my gut with punishing precision.
The sound of impact resonates through me, and I feel the world around me tilt as I fold over, gasping for air. Blood surges from my mouth, splattering the pavement in a crimson warning of the brutality that has only just begun.
Then— Mishikkurūpu's fist collides with my chest. And this time— Reality breaks. The force is beyond physics — it doesn't just send me flying, it tears me through existence itself. Reality buckles. A rift opens.
And I'm hurled through it. I crash into a different dimension. The sky is warped, the laws are wrong. I tear through the shattered remains of a dying planet — a broken sphere hovering in a void of colorless chaos. A place untouched by time.
Abyscendria — the Primordial Anti-Dimension, the space that shouldn't exist, a plane born before even the idea of existence itself. It isn't just large — it's limitless in ways that distort understanding. It does not have edges, form, or laws — it's where logic bends, where distance folds into emotion, and where time is less than an illusion. It's not just big. It's the container of all bigness. Inside Abyscendria, even the Multiverse is a speck of static. Galaxies are as irrelevant as dust. Concepts die trying to define it. Even the stars are afraid to shine here.
My body grinds against the solid surface of the planet's crust, an agonizing friction that feels both primal and raw before I finally skid into the vast emptiness of the cosmos — a vast void where silence envelops me like a shroud. Here, I drift weightlessly, suspended in an expanse devoid of time and sound, while remnants of shattered worlds flit around me like haunting memories from a past long buried and forgotten.
From the depths of this stillness, Mishikkurūpu emerges, a figure whose dark grin radiates malevolence. "You cannot hope to defeat me," he declares, his voice a low growl that reverberates through the silence. With a swift, powerful kick, he sends me spiraling upward into the star-speckled sky, assaulting me with a relentless barrage of blows that rain down like a storm, each strike more powerful and devastating than the last. The world around me blurs as he seizes my face in a vice-like grip; with a brutal knee strike, I feel the very fabric of reality tear as I hurtle through multiple planets, the sheer force propelling me beyond comprehension.
When I finally crash onto a new planet, my consciousness hangs by a thread, barely tethered to existence. The impact is jarring, leaving me disoriented and grasping for clarity amidst the chaos that swirls around me.
Mishikkurūpu's chilling grin reappears as he lands directly on top of me, and the ground erupts in a catastrophic explosion as a massive crater forms beneath us, a testament to the violence of his power.
I taste blood as it spills from my mouth, thick and warm, and my knees buckle under the immense weight of despair and defeat. I collapse into the boundless dark, that all-consuming void where everything blurs and fades — the world, the searing pain radiating through my body, and even my very sense of self. Yet, as I hover in this darkness, fragments of memories flicker to life — thoughts and images that feel both strange and intimately familiar. Faces that I cannot name swim before my consciousness, accompanied by moments I've never actually lived yet resonate deeply within me. The cacophony of distorted voices melds into a muddled symphony, as if they are being recounted through cascading water and shattered glass, each sound teasing at the edge of my awareness. But amongst the indistinct murmur, one voice cuts through, sharp and commanding, its clarity piercing the veil of confusion. "Now ascend… duel… and win!" It reverberates through my very being, my chest pulsing with renewed energy. A truth awakens within my bones — a primal revelation shouting to be heard. "That's who you are."
Mishikkurūpu's grin morphs into something darker, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he gazes down at me, reveling in his victory. "Hah... that was fun," he breathes out, his laughter rasping through his throat, mingling with ragged breaths that punctuate the aftermath of our catastrophic clash. "Of all the battles I've fought, not a single one compares to this…" His gaze sharpens, and he points down towards me, eyes gleaming like knives that slice through the darkness. "You— you're the strongest I've ever faced. No contest." He steps forward, his form casting a long, ominous shadow over my broken body. "The strongest... and yet here you are," he taunts, and his voice drops low, each word dripping with venomous disdain. "Brutally beaten. Just like all the others."
Suddenly, a dark yellow light tears through the sky—a phenomenon unlike any lightning, as though it were a wound in the very fabric of reality, a rift that breaks the realms of existence apart at the seams. Time itself shudders, caught in a moment of sheer disbelief, while the very essence of space lets out a scream that reverberates through the cosmos. Below, the earth transforms instantaneously, succumbing not to shadow but to an absolute annihilation. Majestic mountains that once stood proud and tall crumble away, and vast oceans, known for their relentless tides, fall into an eerie stillness. Everything is consumed within the profound hush of collapsing existence; the world does not burn in flames or wither away—it surrenders quietly, like a flower wilting under the weight of an unrelenting sun.
From the center of this ruin, I rise, emerging as if from an abyss both profound and terrifying. My eyes, once full of vitality and life, fade into hollow blackness—devoid of emotion yet endlessly all-seeing, gazing upon the remnants of a shattered world. My hair, previously vibrant, shifts to a deep, unending black, absorbing the light around it as my gaze, once golden and warm, erupts into pure, furious crimson flames. The transformation radiates through my entire being; my once simple attire melts away, reconstituting into a sleek, pitch-black form that appears as though it has been forged from the very void itself. An aura of negative energy surges outward, violent and corrosive, enveloping me in an oppressive atmosphere so heavy that it seems to bend the very laws of gravity. Even my skin changes, taking on a horrifying obsidian hue, an indication that my essence has ventured far beyond the boundaries that define humanity.
Mishikkurūpu, the once-confident adversary, stumbles backward, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and abject terror. "W-What is this!? I've never seen anything like it!" His voice quivers, a stark contrast to the bravado he had previously projected.
In a voice that is no longer truly my own, I utter the name of the dark forms known as "Annihilation." Each word heavy with foreboding. As my wounds miraculously regenerate, I step forward, every movement imbued with an unsettling dread, a premonition of doom that seems to hang in the air. "As long as creation is understood… annihilation will always exist beside it—like a shadow cast by light. I am that shadow. I am the force that opposes all birth, all growth. I am the end written into the beginning. The pure truth of all things. I am annihilation." A slow, cold blank expression spreads across my face, one that does quite connect with the desolation in my eyes. The finality of what is about to unfold feels inevitable.
I raise my hand toward the heavens—not in triumph, but in judgment. The sky does not shatter with sound and fury. It collapses inward, silently, as though the universe itself were imploding under the weight of a forgotten truth. The black energy spirals—not outward, but deeper. It does not grow. It unfolds—a concept unraveling into reality, an ancient certainty that had always lingered just beyond comprehension. No edges. No form. Only a presence—vast, formless, eternal—that gnaws at the essence of existence. Not energy. Not magic. Not even death. Annihilation. The idea made manifest.
Mishikkurūpu, paralyzed by horror, barely manages to utter, "What… what are you doing?" His voice is a fragile whisper, the bravado he once held crumbling under the weight of impending doom.
As my eyes glow with the dark illumination of voidlight, my voice resonates through the emptiness, cold and unrecognizable: "This… is your annihilation." My words cut through the shattered silence, echoing ominously, distorted by the sheer weight of the destruction I am about to unleash. This is not a spell. It's not an attack. It's pure annihilation—your inevitable end." I bring it down. And the instant it touches the world… there is no explosion. Instead, everything ceases. The land, the air, the sky, even the explosion itself—all of it, utterly, irrevocably annihilated. There is no sound. No heat. No shockwave. Only absence—spreading, infinite. An absence that defies comprehension. The magnitude of this event, if it can even be called that, is not merely vast. It is infinite. It stretches across dimensions, devouring time itself, rewriting the very rules of the void. Not even Abyscendria remains. From a distance, the gods bear witness to a single truth: Annihilation. A gaping wound in reality. A place where even the idea of Mishikkurūpu—this once-formidable dimension—fades. Forgotten. Lost forever… in the chasm of annihilation.
To be continued...