Chapter 661: The Authority to Invert Yin and Yang
"You are the Reincarnator who plundered the Sephiroth."
Shadow and Candlelight spoke in flawless synchronicity, their voices completely stripped of distinct variations, while dense, enigmatic swirls of black and white profound light continuously roiled between their silhouettes.
Kaito Shirogane's eyelids lowered, his features twisted into a manic, uninhibited grin. During this precise microsecond of contact, Captain Marvel and Satoru Gojo successfully re-anchored their displacement vectors to cross onto the oceanic grid.
Carol Danvers cast a passing wave of genuine shock to evaluate the one-armed, black-haired man. This colossal dragon-kin warrior—an interloper whose raw, absolute presence had looked layout-wise, monumentally powerful to her cosmic senses—had actually been cleanly and flawlessly executed by this Mercenary Tao within a fraction of a second?
The absolute priority ranking and sheer peril anchoring Mercenary Tao's profile scaled up by an entire structural tier across Captain Marvel's strategic calculations.
Concurrently, Nick Fury's static-laced cadence violently flooded the receiver embedded across her ear canal.
"Exercise maximum professional caution, Danvers! Distance your coordinates as far clear of that central clash as your velocity allows!"
A succession of erratic, high-intensity arguments from the remaining corporate and military personnel immediately flared over the encrypted comm line, but Nick Fury's baseline logic remained flawlessly, beautifully razor-sharp.
Granted, evaluating the empirical data resources from the past day and a half, Mercenary Tao and his massive legion of bound yin spirits had genuinely driven a wide-area rescue operation that successfully extracted hundreds of thousands of human civilians to safety before the collapse of Manhattan.
Yet, the sheer, unadulterated danger and absolute unknown variables anchoring this mysterious faction's capabilities far eclipsed whatever civic contributions they had cede to the ledger.
To a clinical director like Nick Fury, the cataclysmic demolition of New York had forced a profound, icy realization straight into his strategic core: at this specific chronological stage, Earth's active metahuman and superhero collectives were completely, flawlessly devoid of top-tier, cosmic-level power metrics.
Although the individual members of the Avengers roster could comfortably be categorized as battlefield-dominating champions capable of routing an army of hundreds, when pinned against a specialized classification of violence designed to effortlessly liquefy a city's foundational geology on a whim, omitting Captain Marvel, not a single asset possessed the vessel capacity to establish an equal combat alignment.
Consequently, evaluating the immediate layout of this conflict, the mathematically optimal blueprint dictating his instructions was clear: Captain Marvel must patiently maintain her position outside the primary parameters to monitor the exchange, allowing Mercenary Tao's squad to execute a non-discriminatory deathmatch to wear down these newly materialized trans-dimensional enemies.
Regardless of which faction finalized the liquidation, the definitive diagnostic outcome would cede their corporate ledger zero baseline losses. At the absolute worst... should Mercenary Tao's engine cave to a total rout, Carol Danvers could seamlessly step into the line to harvest the survivors.
Furthermore... Nick Fury turned his frame around, his cold focus locking straight onto a dry, highly efficient female operative.
"Have our communications arrays successfully pinned down the parameters of those metahumans who materialized out of nowhere during the tectonic failure?"
"Our defensive grid desperately requires the deployment of that collective's metrics."
Maria Hill's posture remained sharp and military-precise. Even without the Director unhinging his jaw to articulate the mandate, her analytical matrix had long since verified that those immortal superhumans self-identifying as [The Eternals] possessed the exact classification of structural power the human species required to anchor its sovereignty.
"Our embedded intercept assets are currently forcing an active line of contact..."
Deep within the upper atmosphere, the dark green lining of Kaito Shirogane's trench coat unfurled like a pair of colossal demonic wings, snapping and roaring wildly amidst the wind.
This specialized piece of high-tier plot equipment—[The Coat of the Black-Winged Archdemon]—retained an active biological colonization attribute within its structural matrix, endowing the fabric with a living, reactive consciousness.
At this precise microsecond, multiplied across the absolute density of the Reiatsu flooding its fibers, an exceptionally high, absolute tier of spiritual mass began to violently boil outward from the coat—a raw output that perfectly replicated the unyielding spiritual pressure of a top-tier Sovereign Hollow from the Bleach multiverse.
"Tch. Does every single block of meat manufactured by that Primordial Dragon Court of yours operate under a programmatic structure this unimaginably rigid?"
Kaito Shirogane let out a sharp, mocking chuckle. The absolute starting phrase delivered by these twin, genderless youths flawlessly, beautifully replicated the exact semantic layout the six-meter giant had unhitched his jaw to speak moments before his execution.
Candlelight and Shadow executed a synchronized, microscopic nod, their uninflected composure actually validating his diagnostic deduction.
"Identical to the exact structural layout separating the active factions within your own Reincarnator collective—where a bloodthirsty [Slaughter Faction] like your archetype operates alongside hyper-idealistic freaks like [The Azure Sky]—within the grander architecture of our sovereign Dragon Court, the foundational baseline naturally houses both the [Chaos Faction] and the [Harmonizing Faction]."
Kaito Shirogane's brow subtly furrowed. The incoming intercept elements of the Primordial Dragon Court appeared entirely, flawlessly distinct from a primitive breed of un-communicable wild beasts. His sharp intuition suddenly locked onto a structural anomaly: the absolute majority of the strategic data and operational parameters mapping this trans-dimensional syndicate within his memory had been systematically, high-priority hardcoded into his index by the Space terminal's warnings.
It was the Infinite Dimension Space itself that had continuously and aggressively flooded his panel with system text, hammering home the directive that the exact microsecond his biology consumed the [Sephiroth · Crimson Choirs], his profile would be permanently marked to sustain an unyielding pursuit campaign launched by the combined might of the Primordial Dragon Court and the Living Tribunal.
An infinite loop of calculated strategic blueprints flashed across Kaito's mind with immense velocity, his clinical processing cleanly parsing the immediate leverage anchoring the factions.
It was right at this microsecond of analysis that the twin, black-and-white-clad youths slowly divorced their coordinates, executing a synchronized lateral displacement to chart an absolute perimeter across the airspace.
Dense rings of pure black and white profound light began to aggressively mist outward into the atmosphere.
The silk fabric of the black and white robes draping their muscles was entirely devoid of mass, rippling through the air with the weightless elegance of a drifting cloud deck.
"Your biology has plundered the proprietary Sephiroth our sovereign Dragon lineage historically lost within the parameters of the Index-D45 universe. Consequently, the Harmonizing Faction Representative: Shadow (Candlelight), hereby activates the structural parameters to execute your absolute Judgment."
"Un-indexed Reincarnator asset, your profile has finalized a definitive verdict... Execution."
The exact millisecond the crisp, uninflected chime cleared their teeth, the roiling black and white light fields achieved total, absolute deployment across the coordinates.
Satoru Gojo's patience had already cratered past its absolute limits. Registering that the diplomatic "negotiation" had caved to absolute nothingness, his sharp intuition signaled that the tactical window was open, his features breaking into a sharp, bloodthirsty grin.
In the very next fraction of a second, he weaponized his long-range spatial transmission to materialize directly before the coordinates of the white-robed Candlelight, driving a brutal fist forward from his shoulder as a stygian wisp of black static violently ignited before his knuckles.
Black Flash!
Historically, his sub-atomic mastery over an advanced kinetic impact of this classification had been far from flawlessly optimized, its activation parameters relying upon a microscopic random threshold during standard combat cycles.
Yet right now, Satoru Gojo's neural pathways were locked inside a state of unprecedented, hyper-accelerated exhilaration.
Beyond all shadow of professional doubt, the enemy materializing before his face was an apex predator who completely out-scaled the maximum power metrics of his home universe. The exact millisecond his muscles successfully dismantled a powerhouse of this tier, his ego would have effectively shattered the structural limitations of the version of himself who had historically expired within that dusty timeline.
Ha!
Candlelight's features remained entirely, unshapeably cold, the narrow vertical slits of her pupils smoothly rotating within their sockets to track the sub-atomic compilation of the Black Flash. With an absolute, detached elegance, she raised a lone palm to position it horizontally before her chest.
Hum!
A pristine wave of white luminescence ignited. In the very next fraction of a second, Satoru Gojo registered that the raw kinetic force anchoring his knuckle had been instantaneously reduced to a soft, completely hollow metric. The negative emotional parameters powering his cursed energy were brutally and flawlessly inverted back into absolute positive mass, stripping the strike of every single micro-gram of lethal damage.
At that exact same microsecond, Kaito Shirogane executed a single stride forward. His three-meter-tall frame acted identically to a heavily frame-skipped piece of digital animation, vanishing from the sensory grid to instantaneously materialize directly within the absolute blind spot behind the black-robed Shadow's neck.
Shadow's pupils violently contracted. In the very next microsecond, a crisp, mathematically perfect line of crimson blood erupted across the skin of her throat.
Incredibly fast!
This velocity parameter completely and flawlessly eclipsed the peak metrics executed by Long'er moments earlier!
Shadow forced her frame to execute a sharp pivot, yet the coordinates behind her back had already been wiped into an absolute vacuum. Amidst the frantic vibration of her retinas, a colossal obsidian palm snapped out from her right flank, the index finger driven straight into the absolute center of her brow.
Kaito Shirogane's eyelids remained lowered, his processing matrix entirely unable to accurately verify the precise velocity metric his vessel was currently outputting. Under the hyper-accelerated visual tracking of his newly integrated [Mystic Eyes of Time and Rainbow], the sequential frames of reality materializing before his brain tissue resembled a broken, heavily jumping reel, completely stripped of continuous chronological flow.
Yet, relying solely upon the brief operational data his system had extracted during his head-on collision with Long'er, Kaito had already seamlessly mastered the absolute utility of this reality-defying speed.
He compressed his offensive trajectory into a series of exceptionally brief, highly streamlined kinetic deletions.
Slicing through the target's primary arterial pathways, cleanly severing the cranial architecture from the spine, and systematically tearing the biological tissue down to the bone.
Amidst the total contraction of Shadow's pupils, Kaito's finger drove straight through her forehead, puncturing the skull.
He violently snapped his arm back. In the next fraction of a second, his fingers blurred out of material existence as thousands of high-velocity vacuum cavities were systematically and non-discriminatorively punched across the entirety of Shadow's body surface.
Kaito Shirogane furrowed his brow, his sharp intuition registering an anomaly: the target's baseline physical durability parameters failed to match the unyielding, mountain-cleaving scales of the giant who had anchored his biology to withstand a full [Lightning Bolt of Destiny] before maintaining structural integrity through a follow-up assault.
In fact, her raw muscle density sat at a lower tier than even that pure-blood dragon his engine had harvested back in the D45 universe.
A stygian, pitch-black sheen violently erupted from Kaito's fingertips, his [Mural of Mortal Death] fully primed and engaged. He possessed absolutely zero professional interest in dragging out a tactical exchange against these assets; since his engine had throttled open The Instant, his blueprint dictated a status of absolute, immediate execution.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...
The complete, unmitigated weight of his active Mural of Mortal Death was forcefully driven straight into the core of her biological systems.
Kaito Shirogane's physical frame ground to an absolute halt, his fingertips dropping loosely to his side as a succession of heavy, imperial-gold blood droplets began to rain-fall down through the clouds.
Across the boulevard, Satoru Gojo had only just been violently shot through the air by the concussive backlash of his inverted strike.
[Based on your Spiritual Focus, you have successfully extracted the following informational resources:]
[Your active Characteristic: Mural of Mortal Death has successfully executed a full-scale ignition across the coordinates.]
[Target: Primordial Dragon Court · Shadow has sustained the direct influence of the Mural of Mortal Death. Executing structural system check...]
[Check failed.]
[CRITICAL ANOMALY! The active parameters of the Mural of Mortal Death have encountered the overriding authority of the Conceptual Rule: The Inversion of Yin and Yang. The capability has been systematically and completely re-engineered into the custom Characteristic: Rain of the Mandate of Heaven.]
[Target: Primordial Dragon Court · Shadow has sustained the direct parameters of the Rain of the Mandate of Heaven. Every line of localized structural damage has been completely and flawlessly healed.]
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