The air around rciless humd with tension, charged by the Queen’s growing fury. Her blood-red aura which was her own chi boiling with rage rippled.
From there the true form of her Lanca, revealed itself, as gold energy burst form in all directions in an instant like an ever-expanding ocean of molten gold, her Lanca flooding through everything around them—space itself bending to her will.
The Queen’s power erupted like a supernova, expanding across countless light-years of distance in re monts, and as her influence spread, the environnt twisted in response, and the fantasy rciless created, his rule of it was taken away by the queen within great distance as it was now under her rule.
The battlefield beca sothing otherworldly, alive in a way no living thing should ever be.
Everything—the ground, the sky, the clouds above, even the microscopic bacteria in the air—was infused with her Lanca’s gift of inducing esoteric life unto things.
It was a bizarre transformation as if the world around him itself had been rewritten. The very air began to thrum with alien energy, the clouds twisted into sentient, writhing forms, and the rain crackled with the furious consciousness of a million lightning bolts.
The storm above no longer felt like nature’s force—it had beco a living entity, hellbent on destruction.
Above rciless, the sky churned violently, swirling into a colossal, living tempest. The Queen’s Lanca had turned even the weather against him. The rain was alive, each drop fused with lightning, swirling into massive clusters that crackled with power.
Thunder roared, but it wasn’t just sound—it was a consciousness, born from the Queen’s wrath. The air itself, now filled with strange new chemicals and bizarre organisms, fused into an enormous mass.
With a thunderous roar, the storm, the air, and the ground itself combined into a colossal foot, descending with unimaginable force from high above the clouds.
The sheer scale of it dwarfed small planets that were still within countable range. The impact shook the very fabric of reality, the force so great that it could crack a distant star with the shockwave alone if it landed.
And so said, so done, as the massive foot ca hurling down many tis faster than the speed of light towards rciless, sending shockwaves through space itself. But as the giant foot ca down to crush him, rciless stood untouched, his smile widening.
The Queen’s power was imnse, but she hadn’t realized that rciless was already several steps ahead. His upper and lower eyes glead, and with a sickening grin, he opened his mouth.
From his jaws manifested a glowing, bright gold light. Out of his throat poured a river of magma—the racial trait of the ninth-generation Aristaeus finally coming in hand. And from it, ca a weapon, a lanca of Molten lava.
It was Magma, one of the living weapons of Zakcry, and one of the three weapons he lobotomize so he can use them without them bitching about him not being their master.
"I’d have preferred a better weapon."
rciless said casually, as the magma began to swirl in his grip.
"But this one will do."
The Queen had unleashed the environnt against him, but she had no idea that rciless had a plan. He let the storm rage around him, knowing that her fury had blinded her.
The swirling mass of air, rain, lightning, and newly born creatures lunged at him again and again, but rciless was ready.
rciless had sensed it; what he sensed was his death in great detail, and with the gentic mories this bitch was an open book, top that with his cells revealing the future to him the mont he made the queen was pissed, and the many ways she killed him.
Her power, known as "The Gift of Life," grants her the ability to breathe life into anything she chooses. Whatever she imbues with life becos utterly loyal to her, so much so that even existing life forms can be overtaken by this new essence, acting like parasites within their own bodies. This gives her complete control over everything and anything she animates.
Enhancing this ability is her unique eyes, allowing her to take her power a step further. With her eyes, she can genetically alter beings on a supernatural level, rendering traditional genetic boundaries aningless. Essentially, she defines what genetics are, wielding her extraordinary ability with a sense of twisted mastery.
Her plan was straightforward, as her power was kind of like a more tainted version of vampirism—she could only activate it once her Lanca made contact. The effectiveness and speed of this power depended on the strength of her opponent.
Since rciless was weaker than her, even in his mastered state, it didn’t take long for the inescapable infection to take root. The first target was his cells; her strategy was clear: seize control of them to immobilize him in one spot.
As the infection of life spread, the more contact he made with her infected essence, the more the virus would propagate, until he would inevitably be forced to succumb to her rule.
The enormous foot descending from above was not rely ant to crush him; it was designed to envelop him in the infection from every angle, further compounded by the fact that even the very air around him was tainted.
This would be more than enough to kill rciless.
However.
"Like I said, you’re an open-book bitch... unlike you, my skill issues are few to none."
In the blink of an eye, microscopic aether portals manifested across his body, absorbing the infected cells before the Queen’s esoteric life could spread further.
The portals worked like so bizarre nanobots, plucking each infected cell from its form and transporting it to another dinsion.
He wasn’t just teleporting his flesh at random, he could make out each cell in his body individually in his master state to the point if these motherfuckers had a life span, he could easily tell how much ti each of them had.
He was constantly monitoring his own health, effortlessly discerning which cells had been infected and which remained healthy. As infected cells turned against him, he would extract the tainted flesh from his being, regenerating it with equal vigor. This process occurred at such an incredible speed that he was essentially erasing his own matter while simultaneously regenerating it from the uninfected cells.
The air around him was horrifically saturated with the Queen’s life-infused essence, plunging him into an eternal cycle of banishnt and restoration. He executed this with zero effort, rendering the life around him unable to keep pace with his rapid cellular regeneration. Each of his cells contained further cells, compounding the challenge for the infection to catch up.
Defying the Queen’s power with effortless precision.
"Nice try, Queen."
He sneered, as his portals continued to whisk away her infectious attack.
And with those words said, magma burst into a giant sea of lava so great it could flood an entire solar system in a matter of minutes.
But the lava burst towards the great foot, swallowing everything in its path, the speed of this expanse was enough to swallow the foot completely and instantly, and the heat was so great that rciless with Magma in his hands quickly and efficiently disintegrated the entire sky above him leaving no traces of matter behind to work with in any form of the word.
Even bacteria, could not survive his onslaught, the reason for this was simple, this was subjective reality, this queen bitch might have taken it away from him, but every source of matter, in this place was as durable as he could beco, can get pass this imperfect bootleg infinity prison.
The queen was only bonded here, due to the laws he imposed on her, and the others to stay with her, bond to this subjective reality. which will only last a couple of hours.
As such, fighting here where the laws of physics are equally correct kinda, and equally subjective to his own durability within his level limits; was the right call to make in this instance.
Subjectivity vs Subjectivity.
In any case, the stronger wins, but in this specific case, where the stronger can dominate the weaker, the weaker has the advantage because what the stronger is dominating to their advantage has a clear limit to how much damage they can take.
Nothing in this weird infinite universe inside his head that is as real as real can get has proper durability standards. For example, if the queen was not subjective to that temporary law, one attack above his level limit, that being an attack of a level 5 quality in the surroundings area will destroy everything within the range, down to the very concept of space subjective space that is as durable as his highest take of damage that he can take in one instance.
Making a rift back to the outside world, escaping this fantasy world, and its weird-ass physics, which in of itself was a weakness.
As infinite as it may be, it was sure as hell was not inescapable, now if the enemy was weaker, well their ass is grass.
There is absolutely no escape for the weak.
And this queen bitch rciless was fighting was not weak in any regard, he just made a perfect plan and is using this plan to go toe-to-toe with her.
As such the things she was dominating within this infinity prison, or as it is now called these Subjective realities within Subjective reality, a Fantasy Shard as rciless dubbed it.
Would only be as strong as he was at its peak, aning the space itself, was only as durable as he was in his Nosferatu form.
Which was the strongest he had ever been.
Of course, the queen won’t catch on to this unless the ti on that law rciless had subjected her to without her noticing wears off.
As such, for now, she was clueless, as she just continued her attack, using the environnt as a lethal weapon to attack rciless, as the constant air kept bombarding rciless, as it tried to infect him.
He keeps teleporting his cells to different dinsions, and reconstructing them, making himself self-immune to the effects, that the energy specializes in.
Truly rciless had outsmarted the queen before the queen could have outsmarted him.
Making this battle run in his favor for a limited ti.
"Like I said before and after, and I will say it again, cause it obvious to that you clearly don’t understand a word I said, your little life infection won’t work on ."
The queen just gave rciless a hateful look and continued her onslaught.
The air around him crackled with a vibrant, chaotic energy, and the sky churned like a boiling cauldron. The clouds twisted into monstrous shapes, creatures born of her imagination and twisted into grotesque forms, darted through the storm. With each flick of her wrist, she infused these beings with newfound abilities, warping them into lethal manifestations; for life was easily manipulatable under the influence of both her eyes and Lanca working together to make this possible.
She needed no such thing as genetic codes to alter or change, even if they did, she could still change what was there and make it better, alter or manipulate it if she had the power to do so.
Things without them typically were more easy to twist and craft to her will though, if she had to be honest.
She just had to infuse her own aning of life within what she desired to control.
"Let’s see how you handle my creations."
She taunted, her voice echoing like thunder through the storm above, as the hole in the sky regenerated.
"You’re nothing but a shadow in my realm, rciless."
The queen said, using his na for the first ti.
With a flick of her Lanca, she unleashed a horde of these newly animated creatures, each one a twisted amalgamation of the environnt itself. They surged toward him, an unrelenting tide of fury and life that sought to overwhelm him. Their forms flickered with the essence of the Queen’s power, every esoteric sinew of its being was alive with the chaotic energies that bound them to her will.
If the air was not blood, now it was for these beings.
If the earth was not bone, now it was for these beings.
If oxygen was not hair, now it was for these beings.
That was just how her lanca worked.
rciless, grinning despite the odds, drew upon his own power. His Chira Martial Arts—the grotesque techniques he had learned recently.
Each movent was fluid, a strange dance of combat that allowed him to navigate the onslaught with grace and skill. His tail flicked behind him like a coiled serpent, striking with precision as he dispatched the first wave of monsters with sweeping strikes and powerful kicks.
That could not be explained in normal words as he began to use the vapor step technique he found hard to use a month ago, now It was like second nature to him, due to him being in his mastered state.
Countless mist clones birth in seconds, the technique mastered in such a way, that it might as well be called indefinite mist cloning instead, each clone made more clones that continue to make more clones.
Till an army of unfathomable scale was born, they jump, they ran, they attacked, and they killed with brutal efficiency destroying everything in their paths as the chira martial arts they wield was so uncanny it was like fighting a swarm of flies, with each flies move like an independent swarm of their own.
Every mist clone was a masterpiece in its own right, each and every one of them was so perfectly compact and ford to the point each one of them was a mobile black hole.
Pulsating with dark energy. As they advanced, they bent space and ti with each step, the very fabric of reality distorting in their wake.
Their punches, kicks, or any physical attack the slightest movent on an enemy were not re strikes; they were distortions of existence, rippling through the air with a soundless ferocity tearing everything apart in their wake.
As matter around them closed in, expanded, and elongated from all direct into their event horizon.
They move with gravity, and not by standing on a surface, to stand upon a surface was not possible when they ca into existence, there was no escape either as each of them had its own gravitational field.
With synchronized precision, the clones moved as one; for they technically were one, their efforts converging into a singularity that devoured everything in its path.
It was a dance of shadows and light, where every movent was both an attack and a defense. They reversed-jumped with astonishing agility, evading the monstrous foes that lunged at them, their forms flickering like ghostly apparitions in the chaos.
As rciless unleashed his onslaught, the clones lded seamlessly, the sheer number of them overwhelming the landscape, and the sky above, while he struck down wave after wave of their adversaries.
Each punch from rciless exploded with force, sending shockwaves rippling through the air as the surrounding clones twisted and rged, creating an intricate web of destruction.
The monsters, once so confident, faltered as they found themselves ensnared in this relentless maelstrom of clones, each explosion of energy collapsing the space around them, forming a gravitational well that threatened to consu them whole, and so they did.
With every blow, rciless ignited a torrent of chaos, and the battlefield beca a living tapestry of swirling shadows and pulsing energies, reality was heavily distorted, no sense that which is common was present in any sense of the word.
In this cataclysm of power, rciless fought not just with strength but with a strategic elegance, orchestrating the chaos around him, and turning the tide of battle to his advantage.
Weaker he was in so aspect but had prepared for the queen, and her power was basically subjected to his own durability.
But here was where it got weird, rciless foresaw his death via the instinctual threat so great his cells could basically tell what was going to kill and hurt him before ti, and with that little profound he picked up, he himself had to make a way to counter.
As each of these clones, he made was just his afterimage, which takes form after one is made, and by infusing mories into these afterimages, they basically beco temporarily alive in a false manner.
Making each mist clone in itself an AI made from mories alone, that will fade alongside the singularity that will implode after its purpose has been served.
anwhile, the original was not slacking either.
His tail, a formidable weapon in its own right, lashed out at the nearest creature. With a powerful swipe, he sent it sprawling, its body dissolving into a shower of luminescent particles that mingled with the storm.
The next creature lunged at him, jaws snapping, but he sidestepped and delivered a swift kick to its side, sending it tumbling into the ground, where it disintegrated upon impact.
With each creature that fell, rciless found a rhythm, an intricate balance between defense and offense.
His movents beca a concerto of violence, each strike resonating with negative energy energies swirling his limbs or rather his hands and tail. The air thrumd with his power as he channeled his energy into his tail, now a weapon of pure destruction.
He aid the blade tip of his tail at an oncoming mass of living rain each of which had the ability to erase matter, as each raindrop was now transford into a swirling vortex of sentient droplets.
Concentrating the energy into a single point that being the blade tip itself, that began to radiate a bright dark purple.
With a loud and ominous charging sound and bang, his tail released a powerful blast of negative energy, which erupted from the blade, cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning.
The beams of violet light scorched everything in their path, vaporizing the animated rain into nothingness, erasing it from existence at a mathematical level—negative zero—where even the concept of its being was obliterated.
But what was fucked up to the queen’s surprise, was not that rciless made a giant planet size whole in the sky.
But was the fact at the edges of the hole, the spherical edge ignited, preventing the sky from regenerating, as the clouds were burning in an omnidirectional matter being erased as if soone lit a paper at its center and made it burn away from there unable to do anything as well.
Normally the Aristaeus queen had a profound understanding of energy, but in this case for the first ti in her long life, she was perplexed about what the fuck was happening.
Negative energy and Miasma energy were working together as one, to the point it beca a new type of energy from her point of view at the very least.
"How is that possible, Miasma and Negative energy, working as one.... that shouldn’t be possible!!!"
The queen exclaid in surprise, but rciless knew that with correspondence, it didn’t matter what couldn’t function together in harmony, for correspondence would force them to.
It treated everything as a source for it was a source as well that could bring all sources under one source its source.
The queen looked down at rciless and questioned.
"What the fuck are you... so kind of Worm or sothing?!"
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