From the very moment the Ōtsutsuki charged toward Dan at his maximum speed, every calculation in his mind was perfectly clear. The being standing before him possessed an immense and astonishing amount of chakra, greater than anything he had encountered on this planet or on the countless other worlds he had devoured over thousands of years. This extraordinary quantity filled him with a rare, genuine joy he had not experienced in a very long time. At his level, ordinary planets no longer granted him any significant increase in power. In that instant, he understood that devouring this strange being and absorbing its tremendous chakra would allow him to take an enormous step forward on his path toward greater strength and perfection. Thus, every thread of his thoughts celebrated inwardly as he lunged toward the blue-clad figure.
Yet while immersed in those joyful thoughts, after successfully piercing the being before him with his iron rod and just before beginning to devour him and absorb his power, something extremely strange happened. Something was wrong.
"Why am I the one feeling pain?"
The thought echoed through his mind. Then, as though a thick veil had suddenly been lifted from his eyes, the Ōtsutsuki realized that he was not the one impaling the being before him at all. The reality was completely reversed. He was the one being impaled. Two blue daggers had been driven deep into his heart with indescribable precision, piercing through every layer of protection and every defensive technique he had accumulated over thousands of years.
Before he could fully comprehend what had happened or how events had reached this point, he felt a strange wave spreading rapidly from the point of impact throughout his entire body. It was not merely pain, but something far deeper and far more terrifying. It felt as though something was invading every cell within him, stripping away the power he had spent thousands of years accumulating, little by little. The process was not slow—it accelerated relentlessly. His strength disappeared before his eyes, and the overwhelming power that had filled every part of his being began to fade and evaporate as though it had never existed.
"GUWAAAAAH!"
"GUWAAAAAH!"
The screams escaped the Ōtsutsuki involuntarily, carrying a tone he himself had never heard before. They were not screams of rage, but of something entirely different.
Fear.
Yes...
Fear.
From the day he was born, he had never once experienced such an emotion throughout the thousands of years he had lived. He had always been the source of fear for the countless planets and savage creatures that inhabited them. He was the one who struck, while others screamed and surrendered. Throughout the endless years during which he devoured innumerable worlds, nearly every emotion he had known revolved around the strange pleasure born from absolute strength, supremacy, and domination . the delight of a predator that could never become prey. But now, at this very moment, he understood an entirely new emotion, one that had never before existed within his understanding. An emotion called fear. Though that realization did not last for very long.
"GUWAAAAAH!"
His screams continued as he felt his strength vanishing at an ever-increasing rate, beyond anything he could stop. Then something even stranger occurred. His appearance began to change. The brilliant colors within his three eyes faded one after another until, in the end, all that remained was a being that looked almost human, save for the single horn upon his forehead and his three eyes. Even the color of his skin had become similar to that of a human. He had even lost the ability to fly, remaining suspended in the air only because the two blue daggers embedded in his heart continued to hold him aloft.
Then he heard a calm, cold voice coming from the being before him. The Ōtsutsuki did not understand the strange language being spoken, yet somehow he understood its meaning without needing any translation.
"Filthy alien."
Those words carried a cold contempt that did not even regard him as a threat worthy of emotion. It was as though the being before him were looking at nothing more than a tiny insect rather than an enemy deserving of any feeling.
Consumed for the first time in his entire life by the unfamiliar emotions of humiliation and fear, he was given no opportunity to think or comprehend any further. With one swift and fluid motion, Dan drew his two daggers through the Ōtsutsuki's body, splitting him cleanly into four separate pieces.
The four severed pieces scattered apart and fell toward the planet below. The being who had accumulated thousands of years of power, the being who had planted fear in the hearts of countless races, came to an end within mere seconds, never understanding what had truly happened to him or how.
Dan remained where he was, quietly watching the alien's remains slowly disappear across the planet beneath him. He recalled his daggers, and the faint blue aura pulsing around his body gradually subsided. Then he murmured so softly that it was barely audible.
"That was an unplanned interruption to the plan."
He turned his attention once more toward the Chakra Tree rooted in the planet below, already planning the best way to deal with it.
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