A flick of a finger struck Kyle's head, and he suddenly found himself hurtling toward the sun, completely against his will. The strike came from none other than the mysterious figure.
"My bad, sorry for disturbing your flashback," the figure said.
Kyle regained consciousness and snapped out of the memory. Heat surged through his body as he realized he was closing in on the sun. Instead of fear, a smirk formed on his face.
Reaching out, Kyle touched the sun itself. His hand pressed against its blazing surface, and with a push, he returned it to its original position. His body remained perfectly unharmed. after all, his draconic body was immune to every element in the verse.
The mysterious figure teleported into space, appearing right in front of Kyle's face. He spoke in a cunning voice, as if shuffling his cards once more.
"Oh, that's too bad. Hey, want to know what card it was, Kyle… the draconic beast?"
Kyle, unfazed, replied,
"Well, what is it? This mighty dragon fears nothing."
Before Kyle's eyes, a colossal being, taller than the universe itself began to manifest. A massive scythe rested across its back, and as it was drawn, its edge hovered just at Kyle's neck. The scythe was so vast that even the stars seemed like dust beside it. Its face was made entirely of twisted, grinning skulls.
The mysterious figure revealed his card. On it was the exact image Kyle saw before him: the god of death of this universe.
"If the god of death appears," the figure said, "then death is inevitable… even if you have the power to resist it."
The scythe inched closer. Kyle said nothing. His expression remained cold and unreadable. Then, with a swing, the blade cut through his neck.
A deafening crack echoed across the universe, the sound of countless chains breaking millions upon millions, all at once. A flash of black light exploded outward, engulfing the stars. The cards in the mysterious figure's hands began to vanish on their own. At the same time, the god of death itself started to crumble into nothingness.
It could only mean one thing that Kyle's power had surpassed the very laws of the universe.
On Earth, the masked girl Ero sat alone in a chair, gazing at the distant view to the space. Disappointment shadowed her face. In a soft, sorrowful voice, she spoke:
"I told you to run… but your stubbornness still made you stay and fight. I didn't warn you to run because our organization would hunt you down. it's because he's so strong that no one in their mind would ever believe that he could ever lose.
I remember when he first joined… within just one year, he earned his title. what was it again? Ah, yes… The Nightmare of Reapers.
Rookie Kyle
Nightmare of Reapers
Kills: 100 evil gods of death
Kyle is still holding back his true power, and yet… even this small fraction of it causes such destruction.
I'll still cheer for you… mysterious man. Survive."
Kyle stretched his body, feeling a comfort he had not known in many years. His movements were slow, almost casual, as if the battle's tension had melted away. A laugh rumbled from his chest as he fixed his gaze on the mysterious figure.
"What's wrong? Why don't you speak? Why don't you laugh again, huh?" Kyle's grin widened. "I'll give you this, you've got some strange abilities and that annoying immortality of yours. But looking at all this, you must have realized by now… I'm not from this world either, haven't you?"
The mysterious figure remained silent, his eyes fixed on the cards in his hands. One by one, the cards began to vanish, fading into nothingness. Slowly, he placed his hands behind his back. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a faint sadness.
"This was bound to happen. I expected as much. This story… has no meaning, either way. It will vanish, sooner or later."
The mysterious figure's aura shifted in an instant. At first, he had none at all. an empty presence, void of life but now something radiated from him, something he had been hiding all along. Slowly, he raised a single finger toward Kyle.
"Hey, Kyle… want to see a funny trick?"
Kyle frowned, confused. "What is it? Some kind of trap? Trying to scam me? It won't work on me."
Before the figure could respond, Kyle's hand moved in a blur, slicing clean through the mysterious man's arm. The severed limb drifted away in the void of space.
This time, there was no regeneration.
Kyle's expression tightened. Something was wrong. There was no blood, no bone
-nothing but a strange, endless darkness spilling from the wound. It wasn't liquid, it wasn't smoke, and it wasn't energy. It was something far stranger, something almost impossible to explain.
"What is this?" Kyle muttered, his voice low. "I've never seen a body like this… or blood like that."
A chill ran through him. Even now, he could sense it. this man was still holding back.
The mysterious figure stared at his severed hand, shock flashing across his masked face.
"Oh my… how did that happen?!" His voice cracked into a pained groan. "Ah damn it, it actually hurts…!"
He glanced back at Kyle, his tone shifting to disbelief. "Kyle… did you just use your power to walk in stopped time?"
But before Kyle could answer, the man's expression changed again, almost amused. "It doesn't matter. Hey, Kyle… look up."
Kyle tilted his head toward the void above, and the sight froze him in place. His eyes widened, his mouth parting in silence.
The entire expanse of space had flipped. Stars hung where shadows should be, and the ground or what was once beneath them now loomed impossibly overhead. Reality itself had turned upside down, as if someone had seized the universe and twisted it with their bare hands.
No one could explain, how it happened or even what had truly occurred.