The opponent… was the Demon King.
Agaroth.
The monster who had never known defeat—not even once.
Against him stood Naless.
The only one who had ever co close to bringing him down.
On a distant moon, far beyond the reach of Earth, the two walked slowly side by side.
Agaroth had grown far stronger.
His level had risen significantly since their last battle.
Naless, on the other hand, entered this fight incomplete.
His armor was gone. His greatest weapon was gone.
Of his entire arsenal of black weapons… only the Shadow Bolt spear remained.
Perhaps the Absolute Manipulator was his only true gain now.
Naless' void-like eyes flickered faintly.
Thousands of pathways extended from them, threads of violet fate branching into countless distant futures.
Yet despite their number… every single one led to the sa end.
Defeat.
Nothing but defeat.
Agaroth was absolute.
Overwhelming.
His darkness devoured every path, bending them… until they all led exactly where he wished.
'I never understood where his power cos from… or how he can do sothing like this.'
Naless fused world-breaking abilities with flawless ease.
With a control that rivaled—perhaps even surpassed—the Demon King himself.
He ford a single blade in his right hand.
A gray, dark sword… blending both shades seamlessly.
Behind him, ten more blades hovered, each carrying the sa level of power.
In his left hand, the Shadow Bolt spear materialized once more.
'I'm certain… even my complete self never understood him.'
'But I don't need to understand him… to stop him.'
Naless' aura cald.
It shrank… compressed… froze in an unnatural way.
Until it beca perfectly still.
Agaroth showed interest.
A smile ford on his face.
"I see your aura control is still as unique as ever."
That stillness—free of ripples, free of flaws—
Was sothing that had always fascinated him.
Sothing he could never replicate.
'I possess nearly infinite aura… and yet, despite him having less than five percent of what I hold… I would be the one to exhaust first.'
Agaroth's smile widened.
"Co. Whenever you're ready."
As if he had been waiting for those words ...
Naless moved.
He had only one chance.
The simple truth that the King could not allow this battle to beco a fight to the death.
Which ant—
He would hold back.
And Naless saw that as his opening.
The masked warrior activated everything.
Every ability, pushed to its absolute limit.
Including The Pursuer—still driving him forward, still pushing him deeper within the final phase of SSS.
At this level… there was no ceiling anymore.
As long as he could grow stronger—
There would be no limits.
Naless struck.
Agaroth blocked with his arm.
The King summoned a fla—red and black, a fusion of two world-breaking abilities—and unleashed it toward him.
But the fla was cut apart into dozens of fragnts.
Dispersed instantly.
It didn't even slow Naless for a single mont.
He thrust with the Shadow Bolt spear.
Black lightning erupted violently, pressing down on Agaroth, who caught the spear with his bare hand.
In that instant—
Naless released the spear.
He drew another blade.
And struck with both swords, aiming for Agaroth's neck.
Shadow wrapped around the King imdiately, shielding him.
The attack was stopped.
For a single second.
Then Naless tore through it.
Agaroth's shadow spread across the entire moon.
Hundreds of thousands of dark tendrils rose, their sharpened tips targeting the masked warrior from every direction.
They slithered toward him like enraged serpents.
Naless didn't even bother turning.
From nothingness ...
A rain of massive violet blades descended like teors.
They pierced through the tendrils with absolute precision, pinning them to the surface.
At the sa mont, Naless struck again.
But an invisible force repelled him.
A pressure like gravity—overwhelming in magnitude.
So intense that the entire moon trembled beneath it.
Hundreds of tis stronger than Earth's own.
Agaroth had used it to push him back.
Yet Naless ford a violet mist around himself.
It isolated him completely from the force.
And in the next mont—
He stood before him again.
Agaroth drew two long black rods from his hands.
He wielded them like greatswords.
And attacked.
The battle shifted.
It beca a duel.
At close range.
The two carved into each other without rcy.
Every strike carried enough power to erase anything in its path.
The Demon King was a complete warrior.
His skill with the blade was flawless—arguably among the greatest in all of history.
And yet—
Against Naless…
He was forced to retreat.
Agaroth attacked from every direction.
He poured imnse amounts of aura into his weapons.
His blades were vastly superior to those Naless had ford.
The darkness surged.
It dominated everything.
Naless beca like a faint gray lantern, flickering within an ocean of darkness.
It was like trying to stop a teor… with a simple iron sword.
But The sword stopped it.
Every ti their blades clashed, Agaroth's weapon rebounded in a way he had never seen before.
Except once.
From Naless himself.
'How is he doing that?'
The King wondered.
Even his transcendent vision could not comprehend it.
If Naless' weapon carried a power of one hundred—
Then Agaroth's exceeded a thousand.
The difference was overwhelming.
Yet the weaker force repelled the stronger.
The two exchanged dozens of strikes in an instant.
Then hundreds.
Then thousands.
And it continued to rise.
Until the number reached sothing beyond comprehension.
Hundreds of thousands of strikes, unleashed within a fraction of ti—each one from the King alone was enough to shatter Naless' weapon… and more than enough to cut him down entirely.
That ant Naless had been exposed to death hundreds of thousands of tis in re seconds.
A single mistake would be enough ... just one to inflict damage his body could never recover from, for the King had fused multiple world-breaking abilities into his weapons, rendering regeneration impossible.
The masked warrior fought on the edge of a blade.
He survived by a hair's breadth… again and again.
And unlike Agaroth, Naless' weapon found its way through.
It pierced him.
It struck the King's body multiple tis—wounding him, forcing him to bleed… though what flowed from him was not blood, but sothing else entirely, sothing Naless could not identify.
Seeing himself being outmatched in close combat, Agaroth's smile widened further.
'Let's tighten the noose.'
His body flared with power, and space itself trembled in response.
In less than a second, astronomical numbers of strange celestial bodies ford around them.
Each cluster carried power drawn from different world-breaking abilities.
So burned with black fire, others with dark orange flas, others with blood-red intensity.
There were masses of blood, ice, water, molten darkness… and forms of energy and aura never before witnessed.
The amount of aura released was overwhelming.
Perhaps the greatest output since the birth of the material world itself.
Agaroth moved—
And his body split.
Using the Soul of Reincarnation, countless copies of him manifested around Naless, surrounding him completely.
There were at least several hundred.
Each one carried enough power to shake the heavens.
"These copies cannot fuse world-breaking abilities," the King said calmly.
"But I can override the limitation… and make each one equal to at one hundred percent."
The celestial bodies.
The copies.
And Agaroth himself.
All descended upon Naless from every direction… from everywhere at once.
The King imposed a powerful restriction over space and ti.
Even instantaneous movent was sealed.
There was no escape.
Fight—
Or die.
Agaroth's laughter thundered, deep and terrifying, like a storm breaking across the void.
"Let's see how long you last this ti!"
Celestial bodies, each unleashing world-breaking abilities.
Copies with the sa durability as the King.
And the King himself, capable of fusing an unlimited number of world-breaking abilities.
It would not be an exaggeration to say ...
No being in the material world could survive such an assault.
And yet…
Naless had no choice but to face it.
His void eyes saw everything.
Every possibility. Every trajectory. Every incoming strike.
And from the sheer volu of information… a violent headache surged through him, his mind flooded all at once.
He closed his eyes.
His body glowed faintly.
That sa still aura returned.
"King's Domain."
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