The purple hue of the sky wasn't just a visual effect; it was the literal weight of a Rank 10 [World Protector] manifesting their Domain. In the world of Systems, Rank 10 wasn't just a level—it was a state of being where the user became a law of physics.
The "Dimensional Lockdown" felt like the air had turned into lead. Below, the riots had frozen. People weren't fighting anymore; they were clutching their chests, gasping as the sheer pressure of a "God" entering the atmosphere crushed their lungs.
[Warning: High-Energy Entity Detected.] [Rank: 10 – Sovereign Class.] [Identity: Saint Malachi, The Arbiter of Silence.]
I stood atop a gargoyle on a gothic cathedral at the edge of the Central District, my [Eye of Sauron] burning through the purple haze. Far above, a figure descended. He wasn't flying with wings or jetpacks; he was simply walking down a flight of stairs made of solidified light.
Malachi looked like a monk from an ancient era, draped in simple white robes that defied the soot and ash of the burning city. But his eyes... they were voids. No pupils, no light. Just the terrifying absence of everything.
"Michael Cain," Malachi's voice didn't travel through the air. It manifested directly inside my brain, vibrating against my skull. "You have disturbed the balance. You have made the sheep believe they are wolves. For this, the silence must be restored."
I felt the [King's Presence] flare up instinctively, clashing against his aura. The gargoyle beneath my feet turned to dust instantly from the pressure of the two clashing domains.
"The balance was a lie, Malachi," I said, my voice amplified by the System to resonate across the city. "You didn't want silence; you wanted a cemetery where no one complained about being buried alive."
Malachi raised a single finger.
[Warning: Spatial Erasure Imminent!]
The space around me groaned. The shadows I controlled began to fray at the edges, being pulled into a vacuum of "Silence." This was the power of a Rank 10—he didn't just attack; he removed the possibility of your existence.
Shadow Blink!
I reappeared five hundred meters away, but a section of my [Bulletproof Overcoat] was simply gone, erased from reality. My heart hammered. Even with the [Super Soldier Serum], I was a fly dancing around a hurricane.
"You are fast, little shadow," Malachi whispered in my mind. "But even shadows cannot exist without a world to cast them."
He began to chant in a language that the System couldn't translate. The purple sky began to contract, shrinking the "Lockdown" zone toward the center of the city. He wasn't just trying to kill me; he was going to collapse the entire district into a single point of nothingness to ensure I was erased.
"Leo! Get the families out of the perimeter!" I yelled into the comms.
"Master Michael, we can't! The spatial walls are too thick! We're trapped!"
I looked up at the "Saint." He was calm, his face a mask of divine indifference. To him, the thousands of lives in this district were just collateral damage for the "greater good" of the Association.
"Fine," I growled, my golden eyes flashing with a predatory light. "You want to collapse the world? Let's see how you handle a world that fights back."
I activated [The Throne of the Primordial Fear] at its absolute limit. I didn't direct the fear at him—I directed it at the city. I tapped into the terror of every person trapped in the lockdown, every citizen watching the purple sky, and every Hero realizing their 'God' was about to sacrifice them.
[System Notification: Fear Tickets Harvesting at 1,000,000% Efficiency!] [Fear Tickets: 1,200,000... 2,500,000... 5,000,000!]
The sheer influx of energy made my veins glow black. The shadows around me didn't just grow; they became physical, tearing through the light-stairs Malachi had built.
"You call yourself a Saint," I spat, as my [Shadow Legion] manifested in the thousands, forming a dark dome to push back against his purple erasure. "But in the dark, everyone screams the same."
Malachi's calm face finally twitched. For the first time in centuries, a Rank 10 felt a chill. Not from the wind, but from the realization that the "trash heir" was standing on a mountain of tickets that could rewrite the heavens.
"I'm going to need more than just shadows for this," I whispered. "GTAS... prepare the Gacha. All of it."
The sky was a battlefield of purple light and obsidian shadows. I stood in the eye of the storm, my vision dominated by the flickering gold of the System interface.
[Current Fear Tickets: 8,450,000]
"This is it," I muttered, my clothes tattered and my skin humming with the raw power of millions of terrified souls. "The Association thinks a Rank 10 is the end of the line. Let's show them the Multiverse."
"GTAS! Execute an Ultimate Multi-Draw! Use 5,000,000 tickets in a single burst!"
[Confirmed. Warning: Drawing at this scale may cause reality instability.] [King of Fortune (Rank EX) is Overloading... Forcing 'Destiny' to align...]
The world stopped. Literally. Malachi was frozen mid-chant, a bead of sweat carved into his forehead. The falling ash stayed suspended in the air.
The Gacha wheel didn't just appear; it cracked the sky open. A colossal, celestial gear turned, emitting a sound like a choir of angels being dragged into an abyss.
[Spinning... Results categorized by Rarity:]
[ULTRA-GOD RANK (Platinum-Black)]: The Death Note (Original) – (Item: Write a name, imagine the face, and the 'System' of that individual is deleted along with their soul. No Rank resistance possible.)
[GOD RANK (Crimson-Gold)]: Domain Expansion: Infinite Void – (Ability: Traps the enemy in a space of infinite information, paralyzing their brain and System processing permanently.)
[LEGENDARY RANK (Black)]: Saitama's Training Regime (Passive) – (Stat Boost: Removes the 'Limit' of the human body. Strength, Speed, and Durability will now grow infinitely with effort.)
[LEGENDARY RANK (Black)]: The All-Seeing Eye of Agamotto – (Item: Allows the user to view and manipulate timelines within a 5-minute window.)
[EPIC RANK (Purple) x 20]: Includes: Vibranium Suit Upgrade, Senzu Beans (Bag of 10), and Mangekyou Sharingan (Left Eye).
[TRASH x 75]: Includes: A wet cardboard box, a rubber chicken that squeaks in 10 languages, and a photo of the Association Chairman in his underwear.
The rewards slammed into my soul.
I felt my "Limit" shatter. The [Super Soldier Serum] was like a drop of water in an ocean compared to the raw, infinite potential of the [Saitama Passive]. My mind expanded as the [Infinite Void] and the [Eye of Agamotto] settled into my consciousness.
Time resumed.
Malachi's finger descended, the spatial erasure wave finally launching. "Perish, Michael Cain."
I didn't move. I didn't blink. I simply reached out and caught the wave of erasure with my bare hand.
The spatial vacuum, capable of deleting cities, hissed against my palm like steam against ice. Thanks to the [Limit Break], my physical durability had already soared past the "Rank 10" threshold.
"My turn," I said. My voice was no longer a whisper; it was the roar of a collapsing star.
I opened my left eye, the [Mangekyou Sharingan] spinning into focus, while my right eye—the [Eye of Sauron]—tracked his every atom.
"Domain Expansion," I whispered.
The purple sky was instantly swallowed by a blinding, white nothingness. Malachi, the "Arbiter of Silence," found himself suspended in a realm where every thought he ever had, every memory, and every sensory detail of the universe was being forced into his brain at once.
"A-ah... gack..." Malachi, the God-Rank protector, began to bleed from his eyes and ears. His Rank 10 system couldn't process the "Infinite." He wasn't just losing; his very concept was being overwritten by my Gacha-given reality.
I pulled out a black notebook from the [Dimensional Warehouse].
I took a pen and wrote: Malachi. Death by Soul-Crushing Dispair.
[System Notification: A Rank 10 'World Protector' has been deleted from the World Register.] [Fear Tickets Gained: 10,000,000!]
The white domain shattered, returning us to the city. Malachi didn't fall; he turned into ash before he could hit the ground. The "Lockdown" vanished. The purple sky turned back to the black of night.
I stood in the center of the ruins, holding the [Death Note] in one hand and the [Vibrating Blade] in the other.
The Association's greatest weapon was gone in seconds.
"Leo," I said into the silence of the city. "Tell the Chairman I'm done scouting. Tell him to prepare his soul. Because I've still got 3,000,000 tickets left... and I'm feeling lucky."