AN : This is a Special chapter! Beware it will be unusual. I just can't make 666 chapters a normal chapter lol!
Zaboru jolted awake, blinking rapidly. "Huh? Where am I?" he muttered in confusion. A sharp, searing pain suddenly shot through his head. "AAGGGH!" he cried out, clutching his temples. Then, like a floodgate opening, the mories ca rushing back.
He rembered everything—he was a demon hunter in a world where demons road freely and threatened the very existence of humanity. He was part of an elite organization known as EXO, dedicated to fighting back the demonic scourge. More than that, he wasn't just any mber—he held a high-ranking officer position within EXO, commanding both power and respect.
Zaboru facepald. "EXO? Isn't that the organization I created for my Spawn video ga? Wait… does that an I've been reincarnated again?" He groaned in disbelief. This had to be a joke. He had actually reincarnated again—this ti into a cursed world where humanity was nearly overrun by demons and devils.
And now, sohow, he was a high-ranking officer in the very organization he had once made up as part of a ga plot: EXO. His codena? Arch Mage.
More mories clicked into place. He rembered having access to a magic system in this world—one that let him use a wide array of spells pulled straight from a VMMORPG he used to play before he died, called MaxCraft. What shocked him even more was how familiar the system felt. The abilities weren't just ga-inspired—they echoed powers from ani and gas he'd loved in his past life. It was surreal… but also strangely exhilarating altough majority of them are original spells too.
"Wait, this is so weird—I don't rember this. I was supposed to die in 2024, and I've definitely never played a VMMORPG before! What is this? Overlord?" Zaboru groaned, but he couldn't help accepting it. His passive ability, Archmage Mind, kept him unusually calm.
"Let's calm down… So now I'm a higher-up in EXO, and apparently, we're at war with High Devil Akechi. Wait—Akechi beca a high devil? Are you kidding ?" Zaboru couldn't help but chuckle nervously, a shiver running down his spine. Just how powerful would Akechi be if he had turned into a devil?
Before he could think further, the door to his room slamd open.
"Arch Mage-sama! Please help us! High Devil Akira Hamazou is attacking our base! No one can stop him!"
Zaboru nodded, his expression calm. Thankfully, his passive skill Deep mory Dive was still active, allowing him to recall with perfect clarity how to cast any spell or use any skill from his vast arsenal.
Monts later, Zaboru activated his Teleportation magic, vanishing in a flash of light and reappearing at the location where Akira Hamazou was wreaking havoc. What he saw made him pause. Akira no longer looked human—he had transford into a monstrous, ape-like demon with blazing flas covering his body. Two twisted devil horns protruded from his head, and his grotesque form now sported nine muscular arms and three snarling heads. The sheer presence of the beast radiated overwhelming demonic power.
Akira laughed maniacally, "HAHAHA! So you ca, Arch Mage! Ti for our rematch!" His voice echoed like thunder across the ruined battlefield. Zaboru stood tall, gazing at him without flinching. 'I'm surprisingly calm. Let's do this,' he thought.
Raising his staff—an ornate weapon taller than himself—Zaboru began chanting. Energy gathered above his head as he cast, "Frozen Hell Hands!" In an instant, a swarm of icy, spectral hands erupted from the ground beneath Akira's feet. They clamped down tightly, freezing everything they touched with a brutal intensity. Akira snarled as the frost crawled up his legs. "Puny tricks!" he growled, attempting to break free.
Before he could react further, a bolt of crimson lightning, roaring like a divine cannon, tore through the sky and struck directly at him. Akira's eyes widened in surprise. He raised four of his nine arms and channeled massive flas to shield himself, summoning a wall of fire to block the lightning strike. The impact shook the earth.
But Zaboru wasn't done. Calm and commanding, he declared, "Summon Furious Rajang, Bell-Bearing Hunter."
A rift in space split open. From it erged a massive Thunder Ape—Rajang, muscles rippling with raw power and lightning crackling through its fur. Beside him stepped a tall, armored knight with glowing red thorns embedded in his body—Bell-Bearing Hunter. Without hesitation, both of them charged.
Akira roared in fury, now facing not only the Arch Mage but also two summoned beasts whose strength rivaled legendary monsters. He braced himself as the battlefield exploded into chaos.
"Coward!" Akira shouted, his voice booming with rage as he began tearing himself free from the grip of Zaboru's ice spell. The frost cracked and shattered beneath his raw strength. Once free, he lunged into battle with a furious roar, hurling himself at Rajang and Bell-Bearing Hunter with unrelenting fury.
But the summoned duo were no ordinary enemies—they fought with terrifying coordination and power. Rajang's electric fists collided with Akira's flaming ones, sending shockwaves through the air. Bell-Bearing Hunter circled with deadly precision, slashing at Akira's exposed flanks with his Marais Executioner Sword that glowing with Red energy and keeping the demon constantly on the defensive.
Zaboru, standing a safe distance away, provided relentless support. With practiced skill, he alternated between weakening Akira's resistance and amplifying his summons' abilities. Every ti Akira tried to gain the upper hand, a debuff from Zaboru would sap his strength, or a powerful buff would make Rajang's next punch land even harder.
The battle turned into a brutal chess match—Akira's raw power against Zaboru's tactical finesse and the might of two mythical warriors. Despite his overwhelming strength, Akira found himself constantly outpaced, outmaneuvered, and outclassed.
"ROAR!" Furious Rajang bellowed, his thunderous cry shaking the earth. His massive fists ignited, glowing red as they crackled violently with pure lightning energy, the air around him buzzing with static. At the sa mont, all three of Akira's monstrous heads let out synchronized, guttural howls—"AAAAH!"—their combined screech loud enough to rupture nearby stones.
The two titans lunged at each other with terrifying force. Rajang's charged fists t Akira's flaming ones, sparks and embers bursting with every blow. They exchanged punch after punch in a primal dance of chaos. Yet, Akira only used two of his nine fists to trade blows directly. His other two arms stayed raised defensively, anticipating incoming attacks from Zaboru or Bell-Bearing Hunter. The rest of his arms remained in constant motion, channeling energy and deflecting nearby projectiles.
Rajang's rage only intensified. With an enraged howl that echoed across the battlefield, the Thunder Ape suddenly let out a loud and unexpected fart. The sound echoed absurdly amid the chaos, and for a brief, surreal mont, Akira froze in utter disbelief.
That split second was all Rajang needed. With a sharp grunt, he tilted his head back and unleashed a devastating Lightning Breath directly at Akira's middle head. A cascade of searing, electric energy surged forth, engulfing Akira's upper body in a blinding burst of thunderous fury, shocking the demon and pushing him back. Then Bell Bearing Hunter followed with Great Slash from his swords which made Akira hands Bleed.
Akira scread—not just in pain, but in disbelief at how absurd and humiliating the mont had beco. And yet, the battle raged on.
"AGGH, DAMN YOU MONKEY!" Akira shouted in fury how dare it fart!, slamming a flaming fist into Rajang's side with concentrated demon energy. The thunder ape roared in pain, stumbling slightly but holding firm. Snarling, Akira raised four of his muscular arms, conjuring four swirling orbs of concentrated fla, each burning with intense demonic energy. His eyes burned with murderous intent—he was going to obliterate Rajang.
But Bell-Bearing Hunter moved first. The knight slamd his shield into the ground, bracing himself for impact. At that mont, Zaboru activated his spatial magic, casting "Room." With a flash of light and a sharp sound, Rajang and Bell-Bearing Hunter swapped places in an instant. The knight now stood between Akira and his target, absorbing the full brunt of the incoming flas with his enchanted shield.
Rajang, now repositioned, let out a ferocious roar as his fur suddenly turned bright yellow. Lightning surged across his body, crackling with raw, wild energy. With a single leap, he soared through the air and unleashed a devastating Lightning Breath straight at Akira's exposed side.
"UGHH!" Akira grunted as the blast connected, searing through his defenses. Before he could recover, Zaboru followed up imdiately, casting "Light Beam." A radiant shot of holy energy blasted from his staff, striking Akira dead-on.
Snarling in frustration, Akira morphed into pure fire and tried to retreat, his body flickering like a fla caught in the wind. But Bell-Bearing Hunter anticipated his move—just as Akira tried to blink away, the knight struck the retreat path with a precise, punishing blow, his Marais Executioner Sword flying spinning like a drill with Red Energy toward Akira forcing Akira to halt and defend.
Zaboru didn't let up. Channeling more energy into his staff, he cast another spell—"Small Holy Sun." A glowing, golden orb appeared in the air, small and unassuming, but pulsing with divine energy. The mont it sensed Akira's demonic presence, it detonated with a blinding flash.
"AGGH! Now you've done it!" Akira roared, reeling from the explosion. His body smoked and cracked with holy burn marks, and his rage only grew.
Akira's body flared with uncontrollable fire, his flas growing so intense they warped the air around him. The searing heat was so extre it nearly lted Bell-Bearing Hunter's armor, forcing Zaboru to quickly unsummon both Bell-Bearing Hunter and Rajang before they were incinerated. But this was not a retreat—it was the mont Zaboru had been preparing for since the start of the battle.
Throughout the entire confrontation, Zaboru had been silently channeling his most devastating spell: Ultimate Magic—True Ice God Spear. As the air shimred with magical energy, a towering spear of divine ice ford behind him, so large it seed to pierce the sky itself. The ground beneath Zaboru frosted over in every direction, a frozen aura radiating out like a blizzard made solid.
The atmosphere turned still, frozen in ti. Then, with a deafening crack, Zaboru unleashed the spear.
It soared forward with impossible speed, slicing through the air like the will of a god. Akira roared and raised all nine arms, desperately trying to hold the incoming attack at bay. But the spear was rciless. It struck with insane precision, piercing Akira's chest and driving through his fiery core.
His roar turned into a choking gasp. Flas sputtered. His demonic body convulsed violently as the divine ice overran him. Within seconds, Akira was completely encased—his monstrous form frozen solid in a jagged block of shimring ice. He didn't even have ti to scream. The battlefield fell silent.
Just when Zaboru thought it was finally over—when the battle seed won and the battlefield fell into a deathly silence—an eerie, chilling presence descended. Without warning, a figure materialized from the shadows, standing protectively in front of the frozen Akira. It was a black long-haired demon, his crimson eyes glowing with malice, and his entire body covered in ancient, glowing runes. In one hand, he held a sleek, black katana that radiated a sinister energy.
"That's enough, Zaboru," the demon said with a voice like cold steel.
Zaboru's expression darkened, his body tensing as he recognized the newcor. "Akechi…" he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing.
Akechi moved with blinding speed, faster than Zaboru could fully react. With one sharp motion, he struck. Zaboru instinctively raised his staff, attempting to cast a defensive spell, but the world around him distorted.
Before the incantation could complete, everything shattered like glass—
—and Zaboru suddenly woke up, gasping, drenched in sweat.
"AGH!" Zaboru jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat. He looked around and realized he was inside a house in the United States—the one he had just moved from Japan into earlier that day. He let out a shaky breath. "So that was just a dream... Damn it," he muttered, chuckling to himself with a mix of relief and disappointnt.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He had only ant to rest for a mont, but it turned out he'd been asleep for three hours. That was more than enough. Feeling slightly more alert, he shuffled into the kitchen and began making coffee, the aroma helping to ground him in reality.
As he waited for it to brew, he considered how to spend the rest of his evening. Maybe he'd get back to work—or at least do sothing creative. Drawing, making music—anything to keep his mind busy.
anwhile, far above, hidden in the clouds, a vague silhouette lingered in the sky, grinning before vanishing into the darkness.
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