Neo-Tokyo-3 shimmered under the fractured neon skies, each rift twisting reality into impossible geometries. The Fractured Triad had fully unleashed their outerversal arsenal, targeting every nexus point, every timeline, and every subtle weakness in Kyuroto Mitsuyo's vast strategy.
Kyuroto stood atop the apex of his floating citadel, shadows spiraling outward like a living network across Layer-7. His dual-toned hair caught fragments of fractured light as his piercing blue eyes scanned infinite probabilities. Even at 1% of his 1,000,000% true power, he could orchestrate outcomes across infinite realities, yet he allowed the Triad to believe they held advantage.
"Alert: Triad maneuvers escalating beyond predicted outerversal parameters," his drone reported.
Energy waves collided across seven timelines, paradoxes erupting like miniature supernovas. Kyuroto extended fragments of his consciousness into each rift, splitting chaos into fractals and looping destructive energy endlessly across realities. Each strike aimed to challenge him became a thread woven into his grand design.
He allowed subtle divergences, minor illusions of success for the Triad. Their overconfidence surged, each misstep amplifying the precision of Kyuroto's orchestration. Shadows of himself moved independently, intercepting attacks, stabilizing threads, and nudging probability toward outcomes he had already foreseen.
"Observation: Triad decisions rerouted into controlled trajectories. Outcome certainty: 99.99999999%," the drone intoned.
Beneath the floating towers, Neo-Tokyo-3 moved in oblivious perfection. Citizens walked, vehicles glided, and the city itself seemed alive under Kyuroto's subtle guidance. Every step, every breath, every flicker of light had been nudged into alignment with his infinite plan.
Kyuroto allowed a momentary pause, shadows swirling around him like liquid night. The Triad, despite their outerversal might, were now perfectly predictable variables, their desperation and ambition feeding the precision of his strategy.
As the first fractured rays of dawn touched Neo-Tokyo-3, he prepared for the final decisive sequence—a maneuver that would collapse the Triad's outerversal assault and secure his victory across every reality, every timeline, and every dimension.
And in the silence of omnipotence, one truth remained: Kyuroto Mitsuyo, the Whisper of Infinity, was untouchable, incomprehensible, and the ultimate architect of destinies across all layers of existence.
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