"...So you’re Pandora? You’re... bigger than they told ... and quite different in appearance, too." A strange girl says to out of nowhere. I was flying, searching for one of my mother’s servants, and this girl just appeared.
And she’s strong—undeniably very strong. Her level is probably in the range of 1 to 3 billion. Fortunately, still within the range of an opponent I can kill, even though my level is only 600 million.
"Your na?" I ask, landing on the ground. Normally, I’d be bothered by soone looking up from below to see my "face"—since I’m naked, from that angle she can see everything—but at this point, it really doesn’t matter. Besides, she’s mainly staring into my eyes.
"I am Tsukiyo... a servant of the Abyss Goddess Echidna. I’ve co to take you to the goddess..." She speaks, giving a slight bow. I glance at her sword. It’s a katana.
’Liar...’
"I see. That sounds great... but why would my mother want to see now? I’m not strong enough yet. I believe she expects to achieve that by finding her on my own." I play along.
"...She wishes to see you, so she sent to fetch you. It was a bit difficult to find you at first, but now, with your power so visible, it’s beco much easier."
"How do you know I’m Pandora?" I look nothing like my normal form. Literally everything about my physique is different now.
"I have an ability for that. But I believe that doesn’t matter at the mont." She’s quite polite in her speech, hardly seeming like an abyss monster.
"Alright... I guess I’ll go with you."
"Excellent! Then please follow . It’s a bit of a distance." She turns and starts walking. I follow behind with extrely slow steps because she’s only 2 ters tall, and I’m 10 ters tall, so my strides are long.
’She slls of blood, death, and violence, despite all her politeness. Besides, she hasn’t told a single truth so far...’ I’ve been watching the colors of her emotions since we t.
I won’t be as lenient or patient with beings I don’t know anymore. I learned my lesson after going through so pretty awful things in the abyss.
"..." Since we’re near a plains area, I just follow her in silence, the slow pace letting think calmly.
"You said your na is Tsukiyo?" I ask again, making conversation.
"Correct. My na is Tsukiyo."
"That weapon... where did you get it?" She has a real katana, but a katana isn’t a weapon you’d find in the abyss. In fact, most abyss beings don’t have weapons, and if they do, the weapons are pieces of strong monsters that happen to resemble weapons.
But this girl’s weapon was clearly forged by soone. It’s too refined and too efficient to be a natural piece of a monster’s body.
"I... cannot answer that, and—GAHHHM!!" She leaps forward as I rip off her arm. She quickly turns to , placing her remaining hand on the hilt of her sword.
She stares at with pure confusion as I hold her severed arm, bringing it to my stomach, where a mouth opens and I devour her arm. The sound of crunching bones is pleasing.
"W-What do you think you’re doing?"
"Not bad. Even for a micro-fraction of a second, your body shifted to avoid worse damage. It’s hard to dodge when you don’t feel threatened, isn’t it?" My attack had zero murderous intent and zero intent to harm her, so it could easily be mistaken for a pat on the back.
"..." Tsukiyo draws her sword and takes a step back. She looks at her lost arm, then at .
"It’s hard to regenerate, isn’t it? Does it hurt? Want another wound?" The mouth on my stomach smiles as I mock her.
"May I know why?" she questions, ready to fight.
"Tsukiyo... Tsukiyo... Tsukiyo... you’re not who you say you are. You’re not a servant of my mother. You’re probably the servant of one of my mother’s servants."
"In other words, the one who sent you to fetch was a servant of my mother, not my mother herself. Do you think I’m an idiot?" I take a stance, slightly spreading my legs and joining two of my hands in a symbol, while the other two hands take combat positions.
"...You just needed to co quietly..." Her expression turns serious as she mutters, her innocent facade vanishing.
"Do you think you can kill ?" Tsukiyo questions seriously. She must have noticed I’m weaker.
"I believe so. Your arm not regenerating is proof of that." The Doom elent, along with my passives, is perfect for completely destroying a living being’s natural regenerative factor.
"Besides, what about you, Tsukiyo? Do you think you can kill ?" I, who have no weak points like normal beings, who have no noticeable openings, and who injured her first, am truly a threat.
"Yes, I can."
"Great, truly great. Then let’s fight to the death and see who kills who first. Hihihihi." She charges at , but before she gets close, I punch the ground, destroying the entire area and throwing her off balance. I appear behind her in an instant as she turns to defend against the blow, but I kick the rock she’s on to launch her upward.
"Ghmm!" She blocks a punch when I appear above her, but the force of my punch makes her hands tremble, and the lack of one arm prevents her from fighting at full strength.
"Good hit." With my complint, in an instant, I turn around and grab her blade with my hand. She looks at in surprise, but my giant eye floating behind gives absolute vision from all possible angles around . Attacking from behind is useless.
"..." I try to throw her away using the sword as leverage, but she doesn’t let go, so she’s flung along with it.
I join my four hands—two facing down, two facing up—and then fire a pure Mana beam of the Doom elent. Firing Mana beams barely requires any sacrifice because it sacrifices small things from the environnt to be launched.
"[Psyc-Gyo-Slash]" She uses a spell, and imdiately both the Mana beam and my body are split vertically in two. But my blood holds the cut part and reattaches it.
My true flawed body—that giant black sli was "immune" to death as long as it had Mana. No matter the attack, it would "regenerate." My current true form also has that. I won’t die as long as I have magic to regenerate my body.
All my blood has a composition similar to black sli, but much more efficient at regenerating .
"That really makes hungry, you know? When I defeat you, I’ll dismber you slowly while making you watch devour your body." The mouth on my stomach licks its lips as she jumps to strike . Despite my size, I dodge and kick her upward, followed by a punch downward, slamming her into the ground.
She jumps back, dodging a downward kick. Rocks crack and fly from the kick’s impact.
"..." Tsukiyo stands still this ti, not moving a muscle, but also not attacking.
"I see... seems you’ve noticed... how pitiful." I say with pity that she’s stopped trying to attack. It turns out my true form prioritizes efficiency and survival above all else.
In other words, my fighting style, combined with this giant form, has beco a strange counterattacking style. Whenever I’m attacked, I’ll use the enemy’s attack to counterattack them in so way.
It’s more of an automatic reflex. So if she doesn’t attack, I’ll be forced to attack on my own, rendering the counterattack margin useless.
"Clever... but also foolish. I’m not a warrior." I point two of my arms at her.
"[Lunar teor Crater]"
[Lunar teor Crater] A Space-Dinsional magic that amplifies the force of 1 strike. This strike will have a 500-tis increase in original force, creating a rupture in Space and the first 3 Dinsions.
"[Demon King’s Gravitational Pressure]" Lunar teor Crater is an ability I always thought of using with a physical strike, like a punch or kick. But it turns out the ability doesn’t say it’s only for physical strikes; it actually says "one strike" without specifications.
And considering how the system works, it ans this attack is actually a Buff—a Buff that will affect the attack used after the Buff. That’s why I use one of my favorite abilities, an ability I won’t need to hit with and that will remain in the environnt for as long as I want.
"GGAAAAHHHHH" Tsukiyo screams in pain as her body begins to be crushed by gravity. Considering my level of 600 million, the 500-tis increase ans it’s as if this attack were from a Pandora at level 300 billion.
Of course, there are the limits of magic, reinforcent, and magical resistance, so 300 billion is an exaggeration. If it were really that, this girl would be dead.
But it’s a fact that it should still be power almost equivalent to a Pandora at around level 20 to 60 billion, more or less.
"What do you think, Tsukiyo? Smart use of the abilities I have, don’t you agree?" I taunt her, taking a step closer. She glares at but can’t move. If she tries to move, she’ll be crushed by gravity, so she can only stand still, resisting the weight.
"You know, Tsukiyo... since I arrived in the abyss, I always thought, I must survive at all costs... but after finally becoming one, I realized: I am the Goddess of the Apocalypse. I am the Demon King who, on that planet, was the absolute top, who slaughtered my enemies."
"So... why in the abyss would I have to be so submissive? It seems so... counterintuitive." I stop in front of Tsukiyo and step on her. Now she has to resist two forces, making it even harder.
"That’s why I realized I wasn’t making the most of my Status. I thought most of my abilities would be useless in the abyss... but no. I was just using them wrong." I step harder. Blood starts spraying from her body onto the ground.
"If I had been bold, if I had paid attention, I wouldn’t have stupidly lost to so years in the past..." I should have read my status better. I had many useful abilities.
"P-Please... s-stop..." Tsukiyo begs because now there’s no way she can beat . Even though she’s stronger, it’s because gravity doesn’t just crush her exterior—it also crushes her insides. So her organs are being crushed too, and even for her, that must be horrible.
"No, not yet... not yet... I enjoy humiliating my opponents. I enjoy crushing them and making them feel like trash... I enjoy this unstoppable violence. I enjoy being so violent that I make those who challenge afraid." This is how I was when I was born.
And this is how I lived before—through pure violence. And now I’m returning to my "roots," but not as an irrationally violent beast. I’ve already left that phase.
"This is a totally new violence—a rational violence. What do you think of it?" I step even harder now, crushing her against the ground. I hear the sound of her sword cracking.
She can’t even use magic, and even if she could, it wouldn’t make a difference. She hasn’t noticed, but my current true form drains a lot of the ambient magic and magic used around . In other words, any magic used near becos weaker and strengthens .
"P-Please, I-I’ll tell you everything!! I-I don’t want to die!" she screams as I consider whether I should stop.
"Hehehehe... you’re strong. You could have killed with the first strike. You would have won if you had attacked from the beginning... but you thought you could deceive . How foolish."
"Seems I’ve discovered an interesting weakness..." Abyss beings greatly underestimate those who are weaker. It’s not "a little"—it’s literally guaranteed! Every being I’ve encountered so far underestimated when I was weaker or seed weak in their eyes.
’I see... the top predator ntality has made everyone in the abyss never even consider the idea that sothing weaker could not only defeat them but also humiliate them...’ I smile—a devilish smile with the mouth on my stomach.
"Ah... what a bad habit. Sorry for my monologue... I guess I’ve started to like talking a lot when humiliating my enemies." Now that I’m acting like the goddess I am,
I’m able to make much more use of the system—the system full of loopholes, my status full of powerful abilities that I had ignored because I didn’t understand the best way to use them... until now. Now I understand.
Without the Yandere Pandora to limit , I’ve finally reached the peak of control over my own mind and reasoning. And if before, as a monstrous, barely rational beast, I was dangerous, now that I have more rationality, my danger has increased.
"I wonder if your master is better than you, or if I’ll crush him like an insect too, for underestimating too much. KAYHAHAHAHAHA" I laugh at this pathetic being who didn’t know how to make use of the strength she has.
Even though all my attacks in the fight were dirty, cowardly, opportunistic strikes, catching her by surprise.
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