Witnessing this scene—
A flash of insight swept through Jing Yuan's mind, his golden pupils widening in absolute shock.
Although it was Tom's head on Nanook's body, the smooth scratching motion looked, to Jing Yuan, exactly like Tom scratching his own head.
In other words…
"Tom-san has taken control of the Ruin Author's body!"
Among everyone here, Jing Yuan, with his sharp mind, was the first to grasp this truth.
Unlike the others who remained stupefied.
Feixiao painfully tore her gaze away from Tom and looked at Jing Yuan, considering his words. A thoughtful gleam appeared in her azure eyes, and she accepted his judgment.
"That a creature could control the body of an Aeon…it's simply too unbelievable."
Although known mainly for her overwhelming combat strength, Feixiao was still a general—her intelligence, while overshadowed by her martial prowess, was also exceptional.
Even with reality playing out before her eyes, she still had a lingering suspicion that it might all be an illusion.
Yanqing added his own quiet comment.
"I wonder…how exactly should we address him now? Ruin Author? Or Tom-san?"
"If Tom-san really controls the Ruin Author…should we give him a new title?"
Hearing this, Jing Yuan shook his head slightly.
"It's too early for that. Whether the Ruin Author is truly dead or not remains unclear. For now, we should—"
At that precise moment—
Bang—!!
A dull explosion drew everyone's attention. The shaken Xianzhou group swiftly turned toward the source of the sound.
They saw March 7th holding the party popper she'd borrowed from Stelle, firing it toward the sky, ribbons fluttering once again through the air.
Her lips parted joyfully, sparkling eyes filled with excitement as she shouted:
"Ohhh! Celebrating the birth of Tom-san, the Destruction Aeon!!"
After firing the popper, March 7th realized everyone around her was staring. She grinned mischievously, flashing a bright smile.
"When Stelle celebrated Tom-san becoming the Hunt Aeon, I worried it might upset you Xianzhou folks."
"But this time, Tom-san became the Destruction Aeon—a complete enemy. If I celebrate now, surely nobody here would be emotionally harmed, right?"
Everyone froze briefly at March's words before suddenly realizing something.
Their gazes collectively turned toward a single candle on the table, its ghostly cyan flame suddenly freezing still. Unmoving, a vague human face was faintly visible within.
It was a face frozen in ecstatic joy—yet, its eyes appeared utterly soulless.
Jing Yuan turned back, looking toward March 7th, his lips curling into his usual warm smile.
"Indeed, no one is hurt. Yaoshi doesn't count as a person."
Seeing the chief troublemaker of Luofu reduced to this pitiful state, and with Nanook, the source of the Lord Ravager's power, now in such a bizarre situation, Jing Yuan felt significantly better.
However, Feixiao's voice, filled with quiet alarm, sounded next to his ear.
"General Jing Yuan—Tom-san is heading toward Reignbow Arbiter!"
Jing Yuan's smile immediately vanished, replaced by an alarmed expression as he quickly turned his gaze toward Tom.
As Feixiao had said, Tom was now shrouded in the aura of Destruction previously surrounding Nanook, swiftly charging toward Reignbow Arbiter.
In just a split second, Jing Yuan understood Tom's motive.
Most likely…he was planning to fight Jerry again.
After all, earlier Jerry had knocked Tom out cold and shot him as an arrow.
Having observed Tom and Jerry's interactions for a while, Jing Yuan knew very clearly that whenever these two got together, quarrels erupted out of nowhere, quickly spiraling into chaotic battles.
The problem was that their bizarre qualities were terrifyingly exaggerated: after battling until heaven and earth fell apart, Tom and Jerry remained perfectly unharmed, while their surroundings lay in ruins.
Jing Yuan instantly remembered his ruined Divine Foresight palace, as well as the now-fallen Ambrosial Arbor.
Usually, the destruction Tom and Jerry caused was still somewhat "limited," but now Tom was wielding the Ruin Author's power along with his original peculiarities.
If they started rampaging now, this wouldn't be an ordinary situation anymore.
He sincerely hoped Reignbow Arbiter could stop Tom, calming him down, and that Yevenko-san could quickly remove Jerry from the scene—preventing Tom from unleashing his full strength. Otherwise, the consequences were unimaginable.
If Emperor Bow and Yevenko joined forces, restraining Tom and Jerry would not be difficult.
Jing Yuan sat up straighter, watching Reignbow Arbiter hopefully.
Yet, in the very next second—
Jerry, seeing Tom charging wildly toward him, quickly moved his tiny legs, pulled out a pair of scissors from behind, and cut the rope around the Hunt Aeon's neck.
Then, suddenly twisting a doorknob that had somehow appeared on Lan's forehead, Jerry opened a door and swiftly jumped inside—
Right into Lan's head.
Jerry pulled shut the curtains within, making Lan's purple-black crystalline face instantly transparent. He took out a steering wheel, slapped it into place, and quickly stomped the accelerator before hitting the brakes.
Vroom—! Vroom—!
Lan's rear wheels spun madly in place. When Jerry finally released the brakes—
Lan's entire body, enveloped in surging blue Hunt energy, shot forward at terrifying speed, like the mightiest arrow ever unleashed.
Yevenko, still standing on top of Lan's head, was instantly thrown backward. He nearly fell off but managed to grab hold of Lan's long hair, swaying violently behind.
Seeing this, Jing Yuan gently smacked his own forehead, slowly running his hand downward as he peacefully shut his eyes.
He might as well just keep lying down.
At the same moment, Destruction Aeon Tom and Hunt Aeon Jerry collided violently.
BOOOOOM——!!!!!!!
The sound was like ten thousand thunders crashing simultaneously, or dragons beneath the earth turning over in their sleep, causing endless trembling.
A monstrous shockwave swept madly outward, shattering the clouds in the sky and tearing countless fissures through the ground.
Yevenko desperately clutched a lock of Lan's hair amidst the fierce wind—
Snap…
With a soft popping sound, the brilliant blue hair was abruptly ripped out, leaving Yevenko briefly frozen, suspended in midair. He blinked, quickly threw the hair aside, and immediately grabbed another bunch—
Snap…
The relentless storm tore away that clump too. Again floating helplessly, Yevenko shrugged dramatically, arms spread wide, as the fierce winds hurled him backward.
Thud—!
He landed headfirst near the dining table, embedding his mouse-shaped head into the ground. Yevenko propped himself up with his hands, stretching his neck dramatically long, wiggling his butt left and then right, trying to pull free.
Nearby, Aha—laughing hysterically while eating popcorn—finally noticed Yevenko. Approaching, he reached down, gently pinched Yevenko's body, and easily pulled him out.
Yevenko flipped midair and landed neatly on the ground.
His gaze shifted toward Tom and Jerry in the distance.
Now, both Tom and Jerry were unleashing their bizarre characteristics to the fullest, empowered by Destruction and Hunt forces.
After their collision, cat and mouse were flung apart by inertia. Jerry immediately seized control of Lan, firing continuous volleys of arrows.
Meanwhile, a single droplet of divine blood spilled from Tom, instantly forming a sphere radiating terrifying heat and brilliant light—ready to detonate and unleash horrifying Destruction.
But Tom swiftly grabbed this sphere with both hands, squeezing and stretching it into a shield of blazing light.
Shield raised, Tom advanced forcibly against Jerry's relentless barrage of arrows.
Seeing Tom enduring his attacks, Jerry began to escalate even further.
Still holding his bowstring taut, Jerry had Lan suspend that bow midair, continuing to fire arrows automatically. Lan swiftly drew another bow from behind, hanging it similarly; it too fired arrows continuously by itself.
Jerry, controlling Lan, quickly pulled out seven or eight bows, lining them up in midair, each rapidly firing arrows—but still slightly slower than Jerry wanted.
To increase efficiency again, Jerry willed Lan to produce a violet-blue whip from behind his back, fiercely lashing at these bow-"servants."
Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Sharp whipping sounds filled the air, leaving visible lash marks across each bow's frame.
The bows behaved like slaves fluffing cotton—whipped fiercely, their productivity soared. They desperately fired arrows of light, one after another.
Jerry, the slavemaster, nodded in satisfaction.
Instantly, an endless downpour of radiant arrows filled the sky, hurtling madly toward Tom.
Tom hastily raised his shield of golden light.
Whoosh—Whoosh—Whoosh—!
Under the overwhelming assault, the shield instantly shattered into fragments.
Tom quickly scrambled backward, hastily conjuring an even larger golden sphere, hiding behind it.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—!
The arrows relentlessly bombarded the golden sphere, rapidly reshaping it into the form of the Statue of Liberty.
Tom staggered further back, divine blood spilling profusely. He created yet another, even larger golden sphere, ducking behind it again.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—!
Once again, the arrows pulverized the sphere into countless fragments. These fragments fell from the sky, bizarrely rearranging themselves on impact—assembling perfectly into a sprawling Great Wall stretching endlessly into the distance.
Seeing this Great Wall, a bright, sparkling lightbulb flashed above Tom's head. His little black eyebrows twitched mischievously, lips curling into a wicked grin as an idea dawned on him.
Golden divine blood surged wildly from Nanook's chest—
Boom—!
In the next moment, despite the oppressive restraints of the inner world, a colossal, planet-sized golden sphere appeared high above, radiating vast oceans of Destruction.
Tom swiftly seized the Great Wall and flung it upward.
Instantly, the opposite end of the Great Wall attached itself firmly to the immense golden sphere.
Grasping it tightly, Tom began spinning the enormous golden sphere like a massive meteor hammer, effortlessly smashing apart countless incoming arrows mid-flight. None could approach him now.
Seeing this scene, Jerry immediately unleashed an enormous surge of Hunt power from Lan, summoning countless purple-blue cannons around him.
Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Thundering blasts erupted repeatedly as shells hurtled toward Tom.
However, this time the tides had turned: Tom's planetary meteor hammer intercepted every shell, though its surface was quickly dotted with numerous crater-like dents.
Finally, Jerry gathered Lan's brilliant azure Hunt energy, forming a launch tube directly before him.
Hum—!
A gargantuan object rose ominously from within, rocketing toward Tom.
BOOM—!!
It detonated violently.
Blinding blue radiance filled everyone's vision, ears ringing with the intensity.
At the dining table, Aha quickly activated the power of Elation, resisting the shockwaves from Tom and Jerry's fierce battle. Meanwhile, Yevenko furiously hammered the ground with a tiny wooden mallet, stitching frantically with film reels.
Tom and Jerry's raging battle had clearly surpassed the earlier efforts to repair Feixiao's inner world.
Under Yevenko's desperate measures, balance was barely maintained.
But things couldn't continue like this.
Tom and Jerry's fight had yet to even reach its climax, having only just begun. If it continued unchecked, the consequences didn't bear thinking about.
Now, both Tom and Jerry wielded Aeon-level power, their attacks covering such immense range, making it extremely difficult for Yevenko to intervene.
Unconsciously, Yevenko glanced toward Aha at his side. A glittering lightbulb promptly appeared above his gray mouse head.
He scampered up onto Aha's shoulder immediately.
Speaking rapidly in mouse-language, he chattered endlessly into Aha's ear.
With every whispered word, Aha's wine-red eyes glittered brighter, and the corners of his lips curved upward until they practically reached his ears, brimming with excitement and joy.
"Truly?"
"Of course I agree! How could I ever say no to such delightful fun?"
Seeing Aha agree, Yevenko nodded in satisfaction.
Then Yevenko reached into his diaper and pulled out a ridiculously colorful belt, handing it to Aha.
This belt was just an ordinary accessory—except it was imbued with Yevenko's 'Power of Deep Thought', enabling the fusion of Tuffy and Aha's powers.
Aha immediately strapped the belt around his waist, the power of Elation surging forth, instantly transforming the once-black belt into striking red and black.
Following Yevenko's instructions, Aha grabbed Yevenko from his shoulder, inserting him firmly into the slot at the center of the belt, and shouted aloud:
"[Henshin]!"
In the next instant, swirling clouds of red and black engulfed Aha's figure completely.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahaha—!!"
"Heeheeheeheeheehee—!"
"Jiejiejie—!"
Countless overlapping voices of ecstatic laughter filled the clouds.
When the mist suddenly dispersed—
A mysterious Fool—no, rather, a Kamen Rider—appeared gloriously, his left side entirely wine-red, his right side dark gray-black.
He gracefully extended his right hand forward, announcing with a flourish:
"Come! Let us count your delights~!"