[: 3rd POV :]
"I'm too tired to travel to each of them. Why not just do this instead...?"
Daniel muttered, his voice carrying across the vast sky as he hovered above the clouds, looking down upon the world like a sovereign gazing at his domain.
There was nothing he couldn't do.
His abilities transcended logic, and his collection of artifacts and treasures defied the very fabric of reality.
With a re thought, he could rewrite existence itself. And today, he would prove it.
His hand reached out, and in an instant, a world-altering artifact materialized before him, the Crown of Doom.
It was an unassuming white crown, yet it radiated an aura so powerful that even the laws of the world seed to tremble in response.
The very mont it touched his head, an overwhelming force surged through him, twisting the air around him with sheer intensity.
Across the world, the Apocalyptical Monsters—the last, most terrifying beings that plagued existence—felt it.
"What… is that…?"
One of the ancient leviathans, hidden beneath the deep blue ocean, muttered in dread, its many eyes widening as an ominous pressure bore down upon it.
In unison, all the monstrous entities turned their gaze skyward, their instincts screaming in alarm.
They were calamities itself, but this… this was sothing beyond even their understanding.
anwhile, Daniel was undergoing a transformation unlike anything before.
His silvery-white hair extended, flowing like liquid stardust.
His simple attire warped into regal white robes adorned with intricate patterns of divine authority.
Around him, a celestial sigil took shape—an enormous radiant circle with long, ethereal swords orbiting its edges, each blade humming with boundless might.
The sky responded to his ascension.
The clouds twisted and roared, crackling with celestial thunder, as if heralding the arrival of an entity that surpassed mortal comprehension.
At this mont, Daniel was no longer a man.
He had beco sothing else—sothing far greater.
The wearer of the Crown of Doom was not rely a king.
He was a monarch whose reign extended beyond a single world, beyond a single reality.
He was now a force that ruled over countless worlds, a being who could dictate fate itself.
And for the Apocalyptical Monsters who had once terrorized existence, there was only one truth now.
Their end had arrived.
Although the Crown of Doom was restricted due to the rank disparity, its power was still beyond comprehension—strong enough to overturn the world itself.
And that was exactly what Daniel was about to do.
His violet eyes, now infused with streaks of white light, shimred with an otherworldly glow.
Eithin them lay the power of the Kaleidoscope Eye, a skill that allowed him to perceive everything in this world .
With a re gaze, he pinpointed the exact locations of the remaining Apocalyptical Monsters.
Floating in midair, his presence alone distorted reality.
He slowly raised his hand.
The sky darkened, the air grew heavy, and the world itself seed to freeze in anticipation.
Then, in a voice that carried the weight of absolute dominion, he spoke one word.
"Perish."
For a mont, an eerie silence blanketed the world.
It was as if ti itself had ceased, caught in the gravity of that single utterance.
Yet hidden within that word was sothing far beyond mortal comprehension—an unstoppable and undeniable force that bent the very essence of existence.
It was a command, not a re attack.
A force that no being—who's weaker than him—could resist.
Even before anything physically happened, the Apocalyptical Monsters felt it.
A primal, inexplicable terror gripped their souls.
The kind of fear that didn't stem from logic or understanding but from an innate knowledge of impending doom.
They didn't know why.
They didn't know how.
They didn't know where it was coming from.
But they knew—sothing was coming.
Panic erupted among them.
Their colossal forms, which once commanded dread across worlds, trembled.
Instincts that had been honed through eons of destruction scread at them to defend, flee, or fight.
Desperation took hold.
Each of them unleashed the full extent of their power—summoning barriers forged from the cores of dead stars, invoking ancient magics lost to ti, and warping space itself in a futile attempt to shield themselves from the unknown.
Yet, deep inside, they knew.
None of it would work.
A monstrous entity hidden beneath the abyssal Earth roared in disbelief, its voice causing earthquake to surge across continents.
"What... What kind of sensation is this!?"
Its dozens of eyes darted wildly as it struggled to comprehend the sheer foreignness of the force descending upon them.
"I-It's similar to them! B-But… they shouldn't be here… No, they're not allowed to be here!"
The realization was suffocating.
For all their power, for all their might, they were never ant to face sothing like this.
And yet, Daniel was here.
And his decree had already been spoken.
Within the span of a single heartbeat, the sky around Daniel was filled with countless white, illuminated swords.
They hovered in perfect formation, surrounding him like a celestial throne of judgnt.
Their very presence distorted the air, their radiance so overwhelming that even the clouds above seed to part in reverence.
Each sword was more than a re weapon—it was like an artifact, an existence beyond mortal comprehension.
Their intricate designs shimred with an almost holy brilliance, as if they were forged not from tal, but from pure, unrestrained power itself.
To gaze upon them was to witness sothing worthy of worship, a sight that could bring even the most unshakable beings to their knees.
But beneath their breathtaking beauty, an undeniable terror lurked.
Each sword carried an unknown power—an absolute force ant for one purpose alone. Erasure.
It was not destruction. It was not annihilation. It was extinction.
The exact number of swords manifested matched the remaining Apocalyptical Monsters perfectly, as if the universe itself had already determined their fate. And then—without hesitation—they moved.
The mont the swords launched, reality seed to break.
Their speed was more than just lightspeed.
It was beyond even the concept of speed itself.
One mont they were beside Daniel, the next—they had already reached their targets.
To any observer, it would seem as though the swords had never traveled at all.
They had simply arrived.
"W—"
One of the Apocalyptical Monsters barely had ti to react.
A flicker of movent, a strange white light in the distance—before its mind could even process the thought, the sword had already pierced through its massive form.
There was no impact. No explosion. No resistance.
Instead, sothing far more terrifying happened.
The mont the swords embedded themselves into their targets, nothing changed—at least, not in the way destruction normally did.
There was no blood, no gaping wounds, no cries of agony.
Instead, the Apocalyptical Monsters simply began to unravel.
Their imnse bodies, once capable of devastating entire worlds, fractured into streaks of white light—thin, glowing strands that drifted through the air like the fading remnants of a dying star.
There was no struggle. No final words.
They simply ceased to be.
The white streaks of light didn't linger. They converged, streaking across the sky in srizing arcs, flowing back toward a single point—the Crown of Doom atop Daniel's head.
As each one returned, the crown absorbed them, its radiance growing ever brighter, as though it had reclaid sothing that had long been fated to belong to it.
And then—just like that—it was over.
The Apocalyptical Monsters, once the greatest terrors to roam existence, were no more.
After Daniel had erased all of the Apocalyptical Monsters, he knew that the lives and land caused by the monsters had did so much damage that it shouldn't be possible to be revived.
But for Daniel, that wouldn't be impossible.
He had undo his transformation, returning back to his normal, and instead, he used one of his skill from Divine Beast Azaroth and it was none other than Commandnt of Ti.
[: Commandnt of Ti :]
- Able to command ti depending on the consumption of both Mana and Divinity Essence -
He could use this ability to sohow return the Planet Earth back to its normal state, and that is what exactly Daniel about to do.
[: Do you wish to reverse the ti of death of every human who have died and reverse the ti for Earth back to where it was before? :]
Without any hesitation, Daniel replied "Yes"
[: All Mana and Divinity Essence will be consud for such change :]
As Daniel gave his answer, the world itself seed to pause.
A strange, invisible force rippled across the remains of the once-devastated Earth.
The air shimred, like a mirage distorting reality, and then—ti began to reverse.
The ruined cities, once nothing more than rubble and dust, slowly reassembled.
Crumbling buildings rose from the ground, shattered glass pieced itself back together, and roads that had been torn apart by destruction beca whole once more.
Forests regrew at an unnatural speed, lush greenery spreading across barren wastelands, rivers flowing backward as polluted waters cleansed themselves.
But the most incredible sight of all—the people.
Across the world, in places where there had been nothing but silence and despair, bodies that had long since perished began to stir.
A woman who had fallen in battle opened her eyes, gasping for breath as if waking from a nightmare.
She touched her chest where a fatal wound had once been—but there was nothing. No pain, no scar. Only warmth.
"W-What happened...? I was... I was dead..." she whispered, her hands trembling.
A young boy, who had once been crushed beneath debris, found himself standing in the middle of a perfectly intact street.
He looked around in shock, the last thing he rembered was darkness, fear, and pain—yet now, the world around him was whole.
"Mom...? Dad...?" he called out hesitantly. And then, from a distance—voices. His parents ca running toward him, their faces streaked with tears.
anwhile, a man who had passed away during the catastrophe found himself sitting on a park bench, right where he had been before it all started.
He looked at his hands, young and strong again, and let out a shaky laugh.
"Is this... a miracle?" he murmured. "Or have the gods finally rewritten fate itself?"
All across the planet, the dead returned, the lost were found, and Earth itself was restored to its forr glory—as if the apocalypse had never happened.
And high above, Daniel stood in silence, his body drained of all energy, yet his eyes reflected satisfaction.
It was done.
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