Chapter X: Madness Beneath the Stars
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, KILL!!!"
The roar was monstrous—inhuman. A tidal wave of dark energy erupted from the epicenter, swallowing the land in corrosive chaos. Trees withered. Stone turned to ash. The very laws of nature trembled under the pressure of the dark god's fury.
And at the heart of it all…
Stood Tsukiyomi—the Celestial of the Sea of Stars, once the assasin monarch, now corrupted into a twisted Mad God, his body overflowing with chaotic aura.
His star-forged armor cracked and mutated, revealing pulsating veins of cosmic venom. His once calm silver eyes were now consumed by an endless black void, and his mouth curled in a smile too wide to be human.
The Chaos Faction had succeeded.
The assassin monarch had fallen into madness.
From high above, Aquarius descended like a silent storm.
His gaze held no anger. Only sorrow.
Tsukiyomi…
We fought side by side.
But this… this is unforgivable.
Without a word, Aquarius raised his hand. The sky opened.
Dark liquid tentacles descended—each glowing with divine will, meant not to bind, but to execute.
"Farewell, brother."
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Elsewhere — The One Who Stood Alone
A sea of enemies stretched across the horizon.
Thousands at his right.
Ten-thousands at his left.
High-ranking demons, mad gods, nightwalkers, and fallen Celestials—all unified in one singular cause: to annihilate Atsushi.
Yet the man stood still.
Unmoving. Unafraid.
Even as the battlefield twisted into an Imaginary Space—a sealed realm of concentrated reality, forged by the world's system as a failsafe when energy outputs surpassed rational limits—Atsushi remained composed.
The lieutenant colonels of each battalion raised their banners and signaled the charge.
A deafening roar followed as the legion surged forward like an unstoppable wave.
Atsushi looked left. Then right.
And smiled.
He slowly extended his hands, revealing a cube-like artifact glowing with sacred brilliance—Genesis, the Divine Key.
Intricate black and white inscriptions pulsed across its surface like the circuits of a divine motherboard. It was not merely a weapon. It was a divine key.
"Construct: 0."
The Genesis pulsed once.
Black.
Its entire form turned matte obsidian, and its inscriptions glowed red, like the veins of a slumbering dragon awakening to wrath.
The advancing legions halted mid-charge.
They could feel it—the shift in the air, the overwhelming pressure that made breathing feel like drowning. Fear rippled through them. Even the mad gods faltered.
What… is this presence?
Atsushi released the Genesis.
It dropped silently.
Touched the earth.
And like a raindrop into still water, ripples spread—gentle, quiet… cataclysmic.
"Chūkū."
The world responded.
The Imaginary Space shattered.
Color drained from the realm, leaving behind a monochrome distortion. Red pulses beat like a celestial heart through the air as the fabric of space twisted under his will.
Then—
A colossal beam of red aura burst from the broken space, followed by a stellar collision so violent it lit the heavens with blinding light. The battlefield vanished in a surge of divine entropy.
Silence fell.
Smoke. Dust. Ruin.
And in the center of the massive crater, beneath a sky ripped open by cosmic backlash…
Only Atsushi stood.
Unharmed. Untouched. Unchallenged.
The Genesis hovered beside him, glowing faintly—its divine judgment complete.