Chapter 6 - Conquering part two

Congratulations, you managed to create a soccer punch machine," I said, standing up with a crack as I stretched, feeling a few joints pop to loosen up for the fight. He charged forward with determined strides, his fists clenched tightly and swinging as he closed the distance. As our fists collided with a black flash, a shockwave burst out, causing debris and dirt to scatter in all directions beneath us. I attempted a second black flash punch, but he countered it with his other hand, creating a stalemate. "You're strong," I acknowledged, nodding slightly. "But not strong enough," I added with a serious tone, activating my black flash on my leg to strike him in the stomach. He was pushed back, and I surprised him by hitting him with a red energy blast. To my astonishment, he opened his hand and began absorbing my red energy. "We saw what you did and started working on how you did it. We weren't aware you could consume a certain type of energy invisible to the naked eye, but it exists, and since you've been doing it all over this planet, it's been filling with it. We had plenty of time to figure out how to absorb and reflect it," he explained. He pushed the absorbed energy back toward me, and I dodged, causing the blast to hit a nearby building, which instantly erupted into flames and debris. He descended from above, striking me hard across the face, knocking me down. "Tch," he muttered, barely giving a grunt as he hit the ground, then got up. His adaptation was slowly taking effect; the next time he struck me, I barely moved. Repeated blows didn't seem to affect me anymore—the punches no longer registered in my senses. "Congratulations, you've done a little damage to me, but it's time to end this domain expansion." The author's note: During his time here, he learned something new—he created his own domain expansion, blending elements of Sakura's and Gojo's techniques. "Infinite Pain," I declared, trapping him within my domain. This special technique constantly heals, while simultaneously flooding his mind with millions of years' worth of information. As if that wasn't enough, I also began dismantling him, slicing him apart gradually, exposing him to the agony of knowledge. By the time it finished, he was nothing but a husk—stripped of his former self. He had previously tested this on a fellow fighter, who in his early days had tried to assassinate him. Instead of dying, the man was captured and turned into my lab rat, experimenting with this new technique. Once the domain ended, the fallen male sank to his knees, his eyes vacant and hollow. I approached him and said, "From now on, you are my loyal bodyguard and will do whatever I command. Your loyalty to me will never fade." This was a side effect of my domain: anyone inside becomes a husk, devoid of language, broken in body, and capable of following commands to the best of their ability. I knew this because the person would try to assassinate me, yet he was now completely loyal—such as the captain of the attack force. As this command registered in his mind, his eyes regained color, and he kneeled, submitting fully. "I am your humble servant, master. I will do whatever you ask," he said, voice steady as I helped him up. "Do you have a name?" I asked. "No, I do not have one; in our culture, names are reserved for the royal family," he replied, which shocked me. Realizing that every person in my kingdom lacked names—never calling each other anything but "he" or "they" without actual names—I knew I had to fix this. It would take effort to stabilize this dimension. "From now on, your name is David," I declared. "Thank you. I will cherish this name," he bowed deeply. As we stood there, I suddenly noticed he was naked. "Stand there for a moment," I ordered, teleporting back to the citadel to grab a set of men's clothes. I returned, handed them to him, and he dressed quickly. We then made our way back, with him ahead, causing others to stand down—the battlefield's best warrior. "My Lord, before we enter, I must warn you: the entire lower levels are likely rigged with traps designed to target you. They are present on every level except the top—the royal residence," he explained. "Good to know." I had learned several things about my powers, including that I could attach the black flash to various techniques. "Black blood," I said, channeling my energy. My hand subtly flicked, activating the black flash infused with blood. It turned black as I shot it into the building, demolishing it and eliminating all guards and machines in the path, stopping just before reaching the topmost floor. "Come on, let's go," I said, grabbing his shoulder, and we ascended to the top of the building. We broke through the glass ceiling, away from the throne room. The first figure I saw was a tall man, wearing long cape and armor covering his back, clearly a warrior but seemingly untrained. Next to him was a woman, strikingly beautiful—her voluptuous figure in a tight red dress that clung to her curves, her ample G-cup bust and thick hips accentuated her mature, maternal allure. The princess, her daughter, was also gorgeous—her youthful curves highlighted by her athletic build. She wore a similar, smaller dress, but lacked combat training. "Destroyer, why are you here? You wouldn't do this unless you wanted something," the king said, stepping forward. "I want to go home, but I can't until you act like a proper society. The only way is to eliminate you," I replied, moving closer. "We'd rather die than serve," the king said, charging his blaster and firing at me. I reflected it back with infinity, and it pierced through his head. "Now, it's your turn," I said, about to activate Dismantle. "Wait—don't kill us. We can help," the queen pleaded. I hesitated, noticing her sincerity. "My name is Melis Zexal. As I see it, you don't have a queen to rule your people, do you?" she asked. "No, I don't," I admitted. "Let me be your queen. I will be loyal and never betray you. Also, I want you to free my daughter and the loyal resistance. They will join us," she offered. Her words aimed to persuade, but her daughter objected: "Mother, don't negotiate with this man." She recognized her mother's desperation but doubted it would work. "I will take you as my queen, but only if you agree to a full ten-round duel in front of your daughter. If she tries to escape before the ten rounds end, she becomes my slave—subject to whatever I desire," I said, lowering my power to intimidate. The last words shredded her clothes, revealing her vulnerability.