"All of you, go to hell!"
Daikaku Kokujoji bellowed with fury, hurling a punch that seemed to split the sky, a phantom of the starry cosmos blooming from his fist.
The very air trembled.
An overwhelming force surged forth, crashing down on the gathered fighters.
"Ugh—!"
Hisui Nagare(Green), Munakata Reisi(Blue), and Tenkei Iwafune(Gray) were instantly overwhelmed. The impact hurled them backward, blood spurting from their mouths.
Only Wizman(Silver), with his unyielding strength, managed to remain unscathed—though he was still launched into the air. He stabilized himself mid-air using gravity manipulation.
Suoh(Red) braced himself and forcefully resisted the attack.
Daikaku Kokujoji, having just taken down the five Kings with his ultimate move, now set his sights on HOMRA, Scepter, and the other four in the distance.
A cold, twisted smile curled on his lips.
"I'll wipe out your entire clan!"
Before the Five Kings could even react, he raised his hand—and waved it.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
And with every gesture, the world trembled.
From the ground, a towering building—hundreds of meters tall—rose and came crashing down toward Awashima Seri and the others.
The size and speed made it impossible to dodge.
Seri's eyes narrowed.
"Everyone, draw your swords!" she commanded.
Kusanagi Izumo shouted,
"Everyone, attack—"
But his voice cut off mid-sentence.
It wasn't just one building.
More rose—one after another—giant structures descending like falling stars.
"Gulp… We're dead, aren't we…"
Someone muttered from the shadows, paralyzed with fear.
Even Izumo Kusanagi felt helpless in that moment. This—this was the power of the Strongest King.
Taking a deep breath, he shouted with defiant pride:
"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"
The members of HOMRA looked to one another and roared in unison.
It was their oath.
No blood spilled!
No bones left behind!
No ashes to remain!
They would face death without fear.
"Damn it!"
Suo and Reisi tried to rush to their comrades—but were intercepted by Daikaku Kokujoji's ultimate.
"Our battle isn't finished yet!" he barked.
Seri, sensing the end, no longer struggled.
She faced death with quiet acceptance.
"Hahaha! Do you see now? I possess the strongest power! I'm invincible! No one can defeat me!"
"I will kill all the kings. I'll kill everyone! Only I deserve to rule!"
Daikaku Kokujoji roared in maniacal triumph, his laughter echoing like thunder.
"Who dares claim to be invincible? Who dares call themselves undefeated?"
—Clang!—
A sneer echoed coldly in the air.
Nanashi's voice rang out with quiet disdain:
"Do you think you're the Emperor of Desolate Heaven?"
"What—?!"
Daikaku Kokujoji's eyes bulged in shock.
He looked down at his chest.
A steel pipe had pierced clean through it.
His head was locked in place, unable to turn.
His vision blurred.
His body weakened.
His mind grew hazy.
"I have to escape…!"
He tried to abandon the dying body.
But he failed.
The soul of the Colorless King—was shattered.
In his final moment, only one thought remained:
"Who…?"
Thud.
Daikaku Kokujoji's body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"Lieutenant!"
Wizman was the first to rush forward, kneeling beside the fallen man to check his breathing.
Nanashi calmly tossed aside the steel pipe.
"Don't bother. He's dead."
Suoh and Reisi's first concern was their clan.
To their astonishment, everyone was safe.
The falling buildings had… turned to dust.
"What just happened?"
Kusanagi Izumo muttered, wide-eyed.
"The rainbow… It's beautiful…"
The young girl, Anna, stood beside him, eyes sparkling as she whispered in awe.
Seri stared at the man who had slain the Golden King.
She knew—it was him.
He had saved them from certain death.
When she thought she would die, she heard a snap.
In the next instant, a man appeared before them.
The towering buildings began to dissolve—turning to dust, crumbling like bubbles.
And in a blink, the man vanished, as if he had never been there at all.
Except for Suoh, everyone else eyed Nanashi with wariness.
Reisi, wiping blood from his mouth, narrowed his eyes.
"You're…an Outsider, aren't you?"
"No."
Nanashi didn't feel like explaining further.
He simply stated the truth:
"That wasn't Daikaku Kokujoji. The Colorless King had taken over his body."
"The Colorless King?!"
Wizman stood up, anger boiling in his gaze.
"Where is he?"
"He's dead. I killed him," Nanashi answered flatly.
Silver Wolf: "That was fast. What a boring fight. I'm going back to my games."
Saeko: "He killed the enemy in one strike."
Nami: "Kiana, doesn't this seem… familiar?"
Kiana: "? I-I'm not… not as dumb as that guy!"
Mikasa: "When did he… move behind him?"
Momonga: "I didn't see it either."
Hai Xiaomei: "Nanashi was right next to me… then he vanished… and the next moment, he was behind that old man!"
Aqua: "Tsk. That's just basic spatial movement. Don't be so impressed, little girl."
Hai Xiaomei: "Hey! Don't downplay it—Nanashi didn't even do anything!"
Aqua: "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Little girl, you're already falling into the devil's grasp."
Nanashi twitched the corner of his mouth.
This Aqua really had a grudge. She never missed a chance to badmouth him.
"Don't give me a reason to visit your world, Aqua…"
"I'd love to see if the 'goddess of water' really has that much water."
But, she was right about one thing.
It was indeed a simple spatial movement.
Nanashi had teleported behind Daikaku Kokujoji, found the death line, and severed it—killing him in a single, decisive strike.
After Nanashi killed the Colorless King, the system prompt from Doomsday Companion appeared.
Ding!
[Detected: The Colorless King has been eliminated. The Doomsday Journey is now complete.]
[Nanashi has earned 100,000 Doomsday Points. Suoh: 30,000. Kiana: 10,000. Hai Xiaomei: 10,000.]
The journey had ended, but Doomsday itself had not.
The Light of Destruction still lingered.
Its exact location had been extracted from the chaotic fragments of the Colorless King's memories—by Nanashi.
"Suoh, Xiaomei, Kiana. Come with me—I need to show you something."
No sooner had he spoken, the four of them—and the cat—vanished.
"They... disappeared?"
Tenkei Iwafune's dull, lifeless eyes widened for the first time in ages. His brow furrowed tighter than a storm-swollen river.
The Gold King was dead.
That part had gone exactly as he wanted.
But now, a far more troublesome individual had appeared—and he was tied to the Red King.
This development warranted caution. His plans would have to wait.
From behind his glasses, Munakata Reisi's eyes flickered toward the place where the mysterious group had vanished. Then he shifted his gaze casually toward Adolf.
He would need to keep a close eye on both of them.
Meanwhile, the Silver King—Adolf Weismann—wore a mournful expression as he carried Daikaku Kokujoji's lifeless body into the sky.
"…Where are we?" Suoh murmured, frowning.
They stood in a dim, cavernous space that hummed with a potent, ancient energy.
At the center stood a wide stone platform, roughly the size of six tatami mats. Strange, maze-like patterns were etched into its surface.
"This is the source of the Kings' power—the Dresden Slate," Nanashi said quietly.
This was the heart of the Golden King's Royal Tower.
Above the stone slab floated the true danger: the Light of Destruction.
From it, an icy blue glow radiated—almost like a rainbow. Then… a pair of cold, deathly eyes opened within the light.
"!!!"
The kitten shivered. Even it could sense how terrifying that gaze was.
"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you," Nanashi said gently as he drew his Zanpakutō.
His target was one of the two "death lines" running through the Dresden Slate—specifically, the pure white one.
He raised his blade to cut it.
But then, something unexpected happened.
The death line moved.
Nanashi paused, startled. And then he understood.
It wasn't the death line that was moving—it was a mass of white light gathering on the slab's surface, trying to flee.
The Light of Destruction had separated from the slate and was now rushing toward Hai Xiaomei!
"So bright!"
The light was so intense that Xiaomei instinctively shielded her eyes.
The Light of Destruction sought a host—it wanted to merge with her.
But something stranger happened.
Just as it neared her skin, it stopped. Completely. As if something invisible was blocking it.
"Tsk. I didn't expect it to try to run," Nanashi said, clearly surprised. "Clever."
He still wasn't sure what this entity ultimately wanted, but judging by what had happened to the Colorless King, it couldn't be anything good.
If it had been the old Nanashi, maybe he would've let it succeed—just to see what would happen.
But not now.
Now, he possesses the foundation of the Lv8 Space.
To an outsider, the Light of Destruction looked mere inches from Xiaomei's face.
But in reality, multiple overlapping spatial layers separated them.
Simply put, the Light of Destruction and Xiaomei now existed in entirely different dimensions.
Unless it could pierce through several parallel spaces, it couldn't reach her.
But it wasn't going anywhere.
Nanashi had already trapped it inside a multi-layered spatial barrier.
To make sure it wouldn't escape or cause more harm, he raised additional restrictions in an instant.
"Whatever you are... you can die now."
The fact that it tried to flee proved it had fear. It feared the Death Eyes.
With a single swing—
Slash!
—space cracked.
The death line shattered.
The Light of Destruction erupted in a final, blinding glow… and then vanished.
[Ding! Detected: Nanashi has destroyed the Light of Destruction. The Doomsday Scenario is officially concluded.]
[Bonus: Nanashi receives 300,000 additional Doomsday Points! Others receive 10,000 each!]