Date (Real World): Wednesday, March 1, 2025. 4:11 AM.
Location: Low Earth Orbit and the Martian Expanse.
The kick that sent Satan 666 through the King of Stone's fortress and into the vacuum of space was a conceptual declaration of war. Satan tumbled through the void, his long white hair whipping against the endless darkness, the red in his eyes burning brighter than the distant sun.
He stopped his kinetic movement, stabilizing himself in the silent, star-strewn void. He wasn't panting or straining.
He simply threw his head back and laughed.
The sound didn't travel through the vacuum, but the sheer Kinetic Code vibrating off his form made a grinding, horrifying noise in the conceptual ether. He was completely unharmed.
"Is that all the little Void King has left?" Satan's voice, transmitted through a conceptual link, mocked Null. "A simple kick? I expected more after a year of your pitiful training, Asura."
The Power of Absolute Darkness
Null, now fully embodying the killer known as Soren Asura, burst through the same massive hole in the ceiling. As he entered the void of space, the air, the wind, and the atmosphere—the very concepts that sustained his Dark Shadow Wings—vanished.
He didn't hesitate. With a conceptual surge, Null retracted the wings.
In that instant, his power didn't drop; it soared.
The surrounding absolute darkness of space was the ultimate expression of the Void King Code. Where there was no light, no energy, and no life, the Shadow reigned supreme. Null's power spiked by an untold magnitude—he was in his element, the Conceptual Lord of the Empty[1].
The golden light in his eyes was almost gone, swallowed by the cold, absolute grey cross of his pupils. His rage had not faded; it had been refined into an unyielding weapon. He flew not by kinetic force, but by commanding the Void to negate the space between him and his enemy.
Null rushed Satan, and his massive Shadow Scythe dissolved, reshaping itself instantly into a slender, perfectly balanced, obsidian-black Katana. This was the blade of Soren Asura—a reflection of the deadly martial precision recovered from his father's memory, now powered by the infinite void.
CLANG!
Null brought the Shadow Katana down in a swift, devastating conceptual strike, aiming for Satan's neck. The blade met the bare skin of Satan's shoulder, where the obsidian scales of his defense rippled and shone. The sound was the painful grinding of metal against stone, but the blade did not penetrate.
"Still reliant on sharp toys, boy?" Satan chuckled, effortlessly parrying the strike with a hardened forearm. "My scales are forged from the Concept of Unbreakable Motion. Your Shadow Katana is a beautiful idea, but it is still just Code that can be deflected by a superior physical defense. You cannot scratch me, Null!"
The Conceptual Collapse
The realization that physical or conceptual force was useless against Satan's absolute defense caused Null's refined rage to break its boundaries.
He was the Void King. He was Soren Asura. He had killed men at ten. He had suffered conceptual trauma that ripped him from time. He would not be stopped by an arrogant servant.
Null screamed—a sound of pure, crystalline fury that reverberated across the Conceptual Scaffolding of the dimension.
F-F-F-T.
The entire reality of the battle shifted. The distant stars, the Earth below, and the red glow of Satan's eyes all dissolved into stark, frightening black and white. Color—the concept of variation and life—vanished, leaving only the binary of existence and non-existence. This was the raw, unrefined power of the Void King Code imposing its will on reality.
In that collapsed, black-and-white world, Null was terrifyingly fast. He launched himself from the vacuum, channeling pure Kinetic Code from the power he had assimilated from Kai's training, now amplified by the Void's endless supply.
He slammed into Satan, locking him into a conceptual wrestling match.
Brawl on Mars
The physical clash was too immense for Earth's orbit. Null opened a forced dimensional rift—a portal aimed through a collapsed segment of conceptual space—and drove both of them through it.
They reappeared, falling thousands of feet, onto the desolate, red, dust-covered surface of Mars.
They hit the ground, kicking up massive clouds of red Martian dust. Satan, despite the speed of the transition, was completely unfazed.
"Mars? A cute change of scenery, little King," Satan quipped, brushing the dust off his white hair. He stood still, refusing to fight back with Null's level of fury, knowing his defense was perfect.
Null attacked relentlessly, the Shadow Katana flashing with the speed of light, but every blow deflected off Satan's scaled hide, chipping the Scythe-turned-Katana but never breaking the skin.
Satan finally smiled, a wide, terrifying grin that seemed to acknowledge Null's desperation.
"You are wasting your time, Null," Satan stated, his voice a mocking echo in the thin Martian atmosphere. "I cannot die. I cannot be damaged. As long as you don't possess Holy Water or God Himself (The Almighty), I am conceptually protected. All your rage, all your moves—it's completely pointless."
The Temporal Cage
Satan's taunt was exactly what the refined mind of Soren Asura needed. He didn't need to damage the skin; he needed to deny the concept of his enemy's existence.
Force is useless. But Authority is absolute.
Null stopped, his black-and-white vision of the world snapping back to the bloody red hues of Mars. The rage faded, replaced by the cold, calculating focus of a general. He looked at the Shadow Prime Stone in his Code Stream—the source of his authority.
He began to channel his power not for attack, but for Conceptual Law Enforcement.
Null created a portal—not a travel rift, but a stable, structured dimensional lock. It shimmered with the white, pure energy of the Wonder World dimension he had just spent a year training in.
"You are right, Satan," Null said, his voice now flat, devoid of emotion, the Asura's chilling calm replacing the rage. "I cannot kill you. But I can deny you the ability to act."
Before Satan could react, Null slammed his hand down, anchoring the portal to the Martian ground. He channeled his Prime Stone Authority into the dimensional lock.
"The Wonder World is a conceptual prison," Null declared. "Only a Prime Stone User with dimensional authority can grant passage. Inside, time bends to the will of the Code Anchor. Without a Stone, you are trapped in a loop. Enjoy your conceptual eternity."
Satan's mocking smile vanished, replaced by sudden, wide-eyed alarm. He charged, trying to shatter the portal.
But he was too late.
The dimensional lock snapped shut, swallowing Satan 666 whole, sending him into the infinite, time-dilated prison of the Wonder World. He was now completely useless to the King of Stone, a powerful pawn trapped indefinitely.
Null stood alone on the red, desolate Martian plain. The high of the battle and the rage of the awakening collapsed, leaving behind only profound, crushing fatigue.
He looked around at the red dust and the black sky.
"I'm so tired, really," Null whispered, the Asura's exhaustion overwhelming him. He leaned on his Shadow Katana, the realization hitting him with the force of a conceptual kick.
I left Earth.
With the last remnants of his strength, Null opened a forced dimensional jump, abandoning the Shadow Katana on Mars, and streaked back toward the blue-and-white sanctuary of his home dimension, ready to face the consequences of his actions.
End of chapter 66
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[1] meaning the darker it is the stronger he gets