All of them looked up and saw a man standing there, muscular, broad-shouldered, with striking purple hair.
His posture was relaxed, as though this were nothing more than a casual visit.
He was the leader of the God Gym, the father of Giselle, the master of Dahlia, and the husband of Rachel, Garion.
Sianor glanced up and sighed, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "Took you long enough to get here, Garion."
Floren snapped his fan shut with a sharp flick. "Really... we were starting to think you’d forgotten about us."
Garion laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah... I ran into a bit of trouble with my cultivation. But don’t worry, it’s all sorted now."
His gaze then shifted to Rachel and Dahlia. "Still... I didn’t expect the two of you to be the ones whose unique physiques would evolve into the God Physique."
He let out a low chuckle, clearly impressed. "You’re both really great ones. Even I couldn’t match your speed."
Rachel and Dahlia exchanged grins, satisfied by Garion’s praise.
Dahlia folded her arms, though her expression still carried a hint of satisfaction. "Still... you’re late."
Garion chuckled as he stepped forward through the air, descending with effortless ease.
"Yeah... but it looks like you handled things pretty well without ."
Dahlia smirked. "Of course I did."
Garion’s gaze shifted to Rachel. "And you too, Rachel."
Rachel smiled warmly. "Naturally. And welco back, Garion... my husband."
A sudden voice cut through the mont.
Haron stared up at Garion, his expression dark and hostile. "Who are you... to dare step into my domain like this?"
Garion glanced down at him, calm and unbothered. "? I’m Garion, the leader of the God Gym... and Rachel’s husband."
He took another step forward, slowly descending until his presence lood over the battlefield.
"And I heard sothing interesting," he continued, his tone sharpening. "You intend to take my wife as your concubine?"
His hand clenched into a fist, the air around him tightening with pressure. "You’ve got a lot of nerve saying that. Now you’re going to pay for it."
Haron let out a low laugh. "So you’re her husband, huh? Good. I’ll kill you first... and break her afterward."
Garion laughed, the sound filled with quiet confidence. "Kill ? You’ve got to be kidding. You’re just a demon... and I am a god."
Haron’s expression twisted into a scowl, anger flashing in his eyes. "You’ve made very angry. You humans... are far too arrogant."
Garion’s grin widened, and this ti his laughter ca out louder, sharper.
"I’m not arrogant. That’s just a fact. And now... I’ll show you exactly what I an."
The air shifted.
A crushing, invisible force descended without warning.
In an instant, Haron’s body was slamd into the ground. The earth beneath him cracked violently, fractures spreading outward like a shattered mirror.
Haron choked, then roared in fury. "What the hell is this?! What’s going on?!"
Garion walked forward slowly, each step calm and deliberate. A smirk played across his face as he looked down at the pinned demon lord.
"This," he said, voice almost casual, "is the power I was talking about."
He tilted his head slightly. "Gravity."
Haron roared again, his entire body trembling as he struggled to push himself up.
Dark energy flared around him, surging wildly, but it didn’t matter.
No matter how much power he released, the pressure only forced him deeper into the ground.
"Impossible!" Haron snarled. "I’m a demon lord! How can I be suppressed by a lowly human?!"
Garion sighed, almost bored.
"Didn’t I already tell you?" he said, raising a hand slowly. "I’m not just human. I’m a god."
Energy began to gather in his palm, condensing into a dense, glowing sphere that pulsed with destructive force.
"There’s no way a demon like you can beat ," he said, his eyes sharpening. "Now... let’s finish this."
[Gravity Hole]
Garion flicked his wrist and hurled the sphere forward.
The mont it struck, the world distorted.
The air twisted violently. The ground tore apart.
Everything nearby, dust, stone, and fragnts of earth, was dragged toward the sphere as if reality itself had collapsed inward.
Anything caught in its pull was crushed instantly, reduced to nothing.
Haron’s eyes widened.
He could feel it.
That thing would kill him.
Without hesitation, he unleashed all his power and tried to escape.
Dark energy exploded around him as he forced his body to move, but it was useless. The pull was absolute.
His massive body began to slide... then drag... then violently tear toward the sphere.
"No! This can’t be!" Haron roared, panic finally breaking through his pride.
"I am Haron, the Beast Demon Lord! The supre ruler of the demonic world! I can’t die here!"
But the gravity didn’t care.
His body was pulled in completely and... crushed.
Gone. Not even ash remained.
Far in the distance, Rachel, Dahlia, Sianor, and the others felt the shift.
The air itself seed heavier for a mont, their bodies tensing as they witnessed the overwhelming force of Garion’s power.
Garion stepped forward calmly and clenched his hand.
The Gravity Hole collapsed instantly, vanishing before it could consu anything else.
Silence followed.
He turned back toward them, a small, easy smile on his face. "Well... now that he’s dead, the war’s finished, right?"
Rachel and Dahlia exchanged a glance, then nodded.
"Yeah," Rachel said. "It’s over."
"Of course it is," Sianor added, letting out a breath. "Garion... thank you. We couldn’t have done this without you."
Garion scratched the back of his head and laughed. "Haha... yeah, no problem."
He paused, then frowned slightly. "But wait... where’s Heinkel? Isn’t he the leader of the Black Chira? And the one who started this war?"
Sianor blinked, realization hitting him. "Yeah... you’re right."
Before either of them could say more, a bird swooped down from the sky and landed in front of Garion. A small letter was tied to its leg.
Garion looked surprised. "Huh?"
He carefully untied the note and opened it.
"I, Heinkel, must admit defeat. The Black Chira has lost. We are leaving for the Demon World to live there from now on."
Sianor’s expression darkened. "Damn it... that bastard just ran away."
Garion lowered the letter slowly, his gaze drifting off. "I see... so he used that Demon Gate he created."
He exhaled sharply. "That thing can even let the perfection realm pass. Looks like he’s gone straight to the Demon World to avoid us."
Sianor nodded, clicking his tongue in irritation. "Yeah. What a shitty move."
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