Alakula stepped back slowly, his boots scraping across the cracked stone floor as he kept his eyes locked on Melascula's face. Her expression was a mix of shock, confusion, and something soft that made him uncomfortable. He worried she'd judge him—for disappearing, for never sending a word, for simply dropping out of existence. But the truth was painful: he had no memories of her at all. Nothing from their past, because nothing remained. God had Given her memories of their bond, but left him empty, wandering without the context of who he once was.
Melascula finally broke the silence with a trembling voice.
"Brother… where have you been for so long? I searched for you for years. I only stopped because… because you were nowhere. I thought you were gone forever."
Her words struck something in him—a faint echo of a life he couldn't remember. He looked down at his feet and let out a faint sigh.
"I've been somewhere," he answered, quiet but firm. "That's all I'm going to tell you. But I can't stay here long."
Before Melascula could respond, Zeldris stepped forward, radiating irritation.
"No—you're not leaving until you answer my question," he said sharply. "What gives a lowly demon like you the right to attack us and then walk away like nothing happened?"
The air stilled. Alakula slowly lifted his gaze toward Zeldris, and in the next moment, darkness exploded around him.A chilling aura spread like wildfire—thick, dense, suffocating. Twisting spirits made of shadows and whispers circled him. Pressure crashed down like a falling mountain, forcing the Commandments to their knees. Even Melascula trembled.
Alakula's voice dropped into a deadly growl.
"Who… do you dare call a lowly demon?"
Estarossa, who'd been strangely quiet until now, pushed himself up in defiance. His eyes burned with challenge as he attempted to charge forward—but the pressure Alakula released only increased, slamming him down even harder. Zeldris shouted at him to stop, but Estarossa couldn't even lift his head.
Finally, after letting them struggle under his aura, Alakula released the pressure. The spirits faded, and the weight lifting off the Commandments left them gasping.
He brushed imaginary dust off his shoulder and said calmly, "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I can't stay here long. And what I want… is my sister. But that's a matter for later."
Estarossa scoffed, clearly annoyed, and Drole—ever the ego-filled giant—opened his mouth to ask something, but before even a syllable left him, Alakula vanished. The space he once stood in cracked from the force of his teleportation.
He reappeared inside the Omni Realm.
(A/N: Yes, I' chose that name for the realm or world.)
The air in the Omni Realm was heavy and ancient, vibrating with raw energy. Before Alakula could even think about conquering it, he needed to understand it. He needed to earn his place here. The realm was enormous—five times larger than the world of One Piece—and time crawled at a fraction of the outside world's speed. Two thousand years here would pass before he could claim dominance… yet to everyone outside, barely two days would tick by.
"If I plan on taking over the Omni Realm," he muttered to himself, scanning the swirling sky of shifting colors, "I need to start training. I don't know what else exists in this world—or how strong they are."
He created three new skills:
Enhanced Body & Infinite Weight Lifting – allowing limitless physical growth.
Search – able to detect anything, anywhere, with no limit.
Demon Eyes – a skill powerful enough to analyze, break down, and expose truth with a single glance.
To begin his training, he strapped a one-ton weight to his body. But under the realm's 50x gravity, it felt like fifty tons. His knees instantly buckled, and he hit the ground with a loud slam, gasping as the pressure crushed him. It nearly suffocated him, forcing him to unleash part of his power just to stay conscious.
He adjusted the weight to fifty pounds—a ton and a half under gravity. Still brutal, still exhausting, but manageable.
He forced himself to walk toward the dark forest where he'd built a small house years ago."Shit… these weights are heavy as hell. I'm seriously reconsidering this," he muttered, dragging his feet with every step.
He eventually reached home and began the hardest training of his life.
Two Hundred Years Later
Alakula had grown beyond anything he once imagined. His base weights now sat at fifty tons, meaning with the gravity multiplier, he trained under 2,500 tons of force. He'd created two new skills—Crafting and Decay—and faced opponents strong enough to nearly kill him. One battle left him barely breathing, forcing him to remove all his weights and unleash his full power cap.
He survived. And he grew.
But his home was no longer livable. The forest had become corrupted, stained by demonic spirits leaking from unknown rifts. They gnawed at his house, draining the energy he stored there. So he left.
He walked for thirty years straight—training, fighting, adapting—until he found a new region. It was bright, warm, with a strange sun the size of a mountain. Its light felt different, ancient yet comforting. After centuries in darkness, the brightness felt almost like hope.
But peace didn't last.
He encountered a man named Nexus, who called himself an Archive. Whether it was a clan, an organization, or something else entirely, Alakula didn't know. Nexus refused to explain, choosing instead to test him in combat.
Their battle lasted seventy years.
No breaks.No hesitation.No mercy.
By the end, both were half-dead, half-laughing, and half-ready to go another round. But Nexus disappeared without a trace, leaving only questions behind.
"This world must have more secrets," Alakula muttered, staring at the horizon. "That pitiful God didn't tell me a damn thing."
He spent another 110 years training, pushing himself past limits even he didn't know existed. Every ten years, he increased his weights by five tons. He believed stronger beings were out there—maybe even beings that could kill him.
So he refused to stop.
Time Skip Over
To Be Continued…