Unrivaled in another Chapter 217: Show of Reality

Chapter 217: Show of Reality

[: 3rd POV :]

The mont Daniel’s words, ’Unmade’, settled into reality, the battlefield did not erupt into chaos, nor did it imdiately descend into violence, but instead fractured into sothing far more unsettling.

The silence that followed lasted just long enough for the weight of that single word to sink into every mind present before it was abruptly shattered by laughter.

"Unmade? HAHAHAHA!"

The leader’s voice rang out first, sharp and unrestrained, echoing across the warped sky as if the very concept amused him beyond asure, and soon after, the rest followed, their laughter swelling into a deafening chorus that rolled across the battlefield like a tidal wave of mockery.

"Kid, who the hell do you think you are!?"

The leader sneered, stepping forward with an expression that bordered on insulted amusent, his presence pressing outward as though he sought to reclaim dominance over a mont that had montarily slipped beyond his control.

"You think just because you’ve managed to intrude on a single planet that makes you a hero?"

Another added, their voice dripping with contempt, their weapon humming faintly as energy gathered along its edge in anticipation.

"How laughable,"

The leader continued, his tone lowering, though the smirk never left his face.

"I’ve seen countless like you, self-proclaid saviours, anomalies, chosen beings who thought they stood above the order of things...and every single one of them ended the sa way."

He paused, tilting his head slightly as though examining Daniel not as an opponent, but as a curiosity.

"Reduced to nothing more than dust within the grand design of the universe."

More laughter followed, louder this ti, more confident, as though they had collectively decided that whatever stood before them was nothing more than a temporary inconvenience, an anomaly that would soon be corrected.

Yet Daniel did not react.

He did not frown, nor did he speak.

He did not even acknowledge them.

He simply watched.

And that silence, that complete and utter lack of response, began to stretch in a way that slowly, almost imperceptibly, made the laughter feel... forced.

"I can’t take this any longer,"

One of the Black ridian operatives suddenly muttered, stepping forward from the formation with clear irritation, their patience worn thin by what they perceived as arrogance beyond reason.

"Why are we even entertaining this?"

A faint shift rippled through the ranks.

"End it,"

They continued, their grip tightening around the hilt of their weapon as their body leaned forward, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"Let

deal with him."

The leader did not stop them.

Perhaps he didn’t think he needed to.

Perhaps he believed the sa outco was inevitable.

With a sharp exhale, the operative lunged forward.

Space fractured beneath their movent, their speed tearing through the air with such force that the surrounding atmosphere scread in protest, their blade igniting with condensed energy as it carved a path toward Daniel, aid directly to cleave him in half with absolute precision.

From below, it would have looked instantaneous.

From afar, unstoppable.

From their perspective, it was certain.

And yet, Daniel did not move.

Not even a single step or a gesture.

He simply exhaled and nothing more.

The wind carried forward, subtle, almost gentle, brushing against the charging figure with a softness that should have ant nothing.

And then, the figure vanished.

He wasn’t cut or erased in so grand display.

He simply...ceased to exist.

His form disintegrated mid-motion, collapsing into fine particles that scattered into the air like ash caught in an unseen current, their weapon dissolving alongside them as though it had never possessed substance to begin with.

There was no explosion or sound.

There was only absence, and the laughter stopped.

Abruptly and completely.

Silence fell across the battlefield once more, but this ti it was not hollow, nor was it fleeting.

It was heavy, suffocating, pressing down upon every mber of the Black ridians as their minds struggled to process what they had just witnessed.

"...What...?"

One of them spoke, their voice barely above a whisper.

The whisper hung in the air like a fractured echo of reality itself, and then the Black ridian formation collapsed into chaos.

"What just happened!?" one soldier shouted, stepping backwards, his voice cracking as his eyes darted toward the empty space where their comrade had stood only monts before.

Another staggered forward, shaking his head violently as though denial alone could rewrite what they had witnessed.

"No... that’s impossible. He moved so fast I couldn’t track it, no, not even that...I saw it. I SAW it happen!"

"You saw nothing!" soone barked back, though their tone lacked conviction, trembling at the edges.

"There was no strike, no energy discharge, no spatial ripple, nothing at all!"

The leader’s expression had changed.

The earlier amusent was gone, replaced by a tightening stillness that crept across his face like frost.

His eyes remained locked on Daniel, but for the first ti, uncertainty flickered behind them.

"Whaat happened!?," he commanded, though his voice was quieter now.

"I don’t know!" another operative shouted.

"He was just there, charging and then he wasn’t! It’s like his existence got erased mid-step!"

"That’s not a technique," soone muttered, backing away slowly.

"That’s not possible under any known system..."

Panic began to seep through the ranks like a poison.

Weapons that had once humd with confident energy now trembled slightly in their holders.

Breathing grew uneven.

Glances turned frantic.

"We’re being manipulated," one insisted desperately.

"It has to be perception interference! Illusion layering! So kind of cognitive distortion field!"

"Then where’s the source!?" another snapped.

"Tell

where the source is!"

Silence followed that question, heavier than before.

Because there was no answer.

Because there was no distortion.

Only absence.

The space where their comrade had been remained intact, undisturbed, as if reality itself refused to acknowledge he had ever existed there at all.

A slow step echoed.

Another operative retreated further.

"I didn’t even feel him die... I didn’t feel anything. No energy backlash. No spatial collapse. Nothing. Just... gone."

The leader finally raised a hand, halting the growing disorder, but even his authority seed dulled against what they had witnessed.

"Enough," he said, though it sounded less like a command and more like resistance against fear itself.

"Regain formation."

No one obeyed imdiately.

.

Because all of them were still looking at Daniel.

And Daniel still had not moved.

He stood as though nothing had happened at all, his silence heavier than their panic, heavier than their confusion, heavier than the laws they believed governed reality.

And for the first ti since the battlefield began, the Black ridians understood sothing they did not have a word for.

It was the absence of explanation.

And that was far more terrifying than death.

And in that silence, even the leader began to realise that what stood before them was not an enemy they could asure, but sothing that rewrote the very idea of confrontation itself, without effort or acknowledgent at all, ever, truly again.

Without wasting another mont, the leader of the Black ridians raised his hand, forcing the shaken formation back into discipline as fear still lingered in their eyes.

"All units, suppress and erase him," he commanded sharply, though even his voice carried a trace of uncertainty.

The operatives hesitated for only a heartbeat before obedience overca terror, and their bodies surged with distorted power.

So mutated, bones reshaping into armoured constructs, others dissolved into spectral forms, and a few fused with weapons until they were no longer human.

In an instant, Daniel stood at the centre of annihilation.

Above him, a burning teor tore through the sky, trailing crimson fury.

Beneath him, jagged pillars of ice erupted upward with lethal intent.

In front, a storm of lightning condensed into a wall of countless spears, and behind him, a suffocating haze of poison swallowed all light.

The battlefield trembled under the synchronised assault.

"Kill him now!" soone scread, their voice cracking with desperation.

Yet Daniel did not move.

He simply blinked once, slowly, as if observing sothing beneath notice.

"How disappointing," he said, his voice calm, almost distant, and the words echoed through reality itself.

Then he raised his left hand.

The motion was unhurried, yet it felt as if the entire world paused to witness it.

His fingers curled inward, not gripping air, but sothing far deeper.

Reality itself.

The mont his hand closed, the world responded violently.

The teor froze mid-descent, then reversed, tearing backwards into the sky before collapsing into nothingness.

The ice spikes halted, then reversed direction, piercing the very casters who created them, turning their bodies intocrystallisedd silence.

The lightning wall bent inward, folding like broken glass before vanishing into the eyes of its summoners, erasing their vision and their existence in the sa instant.

The poison haze turned on its origin, devouring the breath of those who released it, leaving behind hollow husks that crumbled without sound.

"No... no, stop this!" the leader roared, but his command fractured mid-air as space itself rewrote its allegiance.

Entire sections of the battlefield inverted, allies swapping positions with their own attacks, reality misaligned like a broken mirror.

Soldiers scread as their abilities beca their executioners.

"How is he doing this?!" one shouted before his voice dissolved.

Daniel’s fist tightened further, and with it, the concept of "attack" ceased to exist in that zone.

The Black ridians felt it then, a primal terror beyond fear, as if the universe had decided they were mistakes.

One by one, they began to vanish, not killed, but unmade, while Daniel stood untouched in the silence he had authored.

The leader staggered backwards as reality collapsed around him, his voice breaking into fragnts of disbelief.

’’What are you..."

He whispered, but the sentence never completed as even thought itself began to unravel in Daniel’s presence, leaving only silence and fear behind him as the battlefield ceased to recognise existence itself, completely rewritten under his grasp of reality itself, dissolving into absolute unmaking silence.