Date (Real World): Wednesday, March 1, 2025. 4:20 AM.
Location: Ruined Shinjuku (Transitioning) to The Axiomatic White.
The scarred asphalt of Tokyo was silent, the smoke settling over the ruins of Shinjuku. Null stood, his body stabilizing through the twin conceptual pulses of Umbros and Asura.
Satan 666, his broken arm now healing at an exponential rate, ceased his childish fury. He took a single, deep breath, and his entire posture shifted. His scales, which had been matte black, began to shimmer with an internal, terrifying red light.
"You forced my hand, boy," Satan's voice rumbled, now devoid of mockery, sounding like the final trumpet of an apocalypse. "That was the test of your Shadow Code. You passed. Now, face the true might of the Fallen Son."
Satan's white hair seemed to ignite with conceptual energy, and his eyes, already red, glowed with the intensity of pure plasma.
Satan's Revelation
"You think you can defeat me with a trick of water and a stolen fistfight?" Satan raised his now perfectly healed right hand. A small, perfect spark ignited in his palm. "My strength is not derived from mere Kinetic Code. It is God-hood."
Hell's Flame erupted—not physical fire, but a conceptual, white-hot blaze that consumed the light around it, leaving a trail of absolute shadow. The flames were silent, hotter than a supernova, and did not require oxygen.
"This fire is eternal. It will never stop, and it grows hotter every second until its target is conceptually reduced to ash," Satan stated, launching a torrent of Hell's Flame at Null.
At the same instant, Satan declared a new reality: "Realitas Mea Est! (My Reality Is!)"
The space around Null compressed, becoming impossibly dense. The conceptual definition of Air became the conceptual definition of Lead. The concept of Time stuttered, trying to crush Null into a timeless, infinitely heavy state.
The Unknown God: Synthesis
Null's transformation completed the moment Satan utilized his true power. The chaotic red rage of the Asura was replaced by Axiomatic Control.
The fused consciousness of the Unknown God spoke, the voice dual, resonating with the cold depth of the void and the clear light of life.
The regenerative light of Asura instantly sealed the last wound in Null's jaw. His skin was clean, his newly jet-black hair fell over his brow, and his electric blue eyes, with their rigid black cross, fixed on Satan. He wore the solemn look of a killer given a divine mandate.
The Hell's Flame struck Null. It did not burn; it met the conceptual armor of the Void King Code and was instantly neutralized by an equal and opposite force of Absolute Absence.
"Your reality is a lie," The Unknown God declared, his voice cutting through the dimensional space. "I am standing on the foundation forged by My Father's tears and blood. I am the Architect's Son, in this dimension. Your authority is derivative."
With a conceptual slam of his will, Null tore open the portal to his desired battleground.
"Let's go," he commanded.
War in The Axiomatic White
The two Gods vanished, reappearing in the Axiomatic White Room—the infinite, unformed space outside the Big Bang.
Satan, fueled by the rage of his exile, immediately tried to assert dominance over the blank canvas.
"Realitas Mea Est[1]! The Law of this space is that YOU are finite!" Satan screamed, trying to impose the conceptual law of mortality onto Null.
The Unknown God didn't fight the Law. He overwrote the command.
"This space exists only through the Law of Conceptual Equilibrium," Null countered, his blue eyes blazing. "Your command is invalid. All power here requires Absolute Willpower to sustain."
The fight began, not as a kinetic brawl, but as a mutual attempt at conceptual erasure.
Satan, now using his God-hood speed, was a blur of red light and obsidian scale. He launched into Null, manifesting a conceptual sword—a weapon of pure logic and hatred.
Null met him bare-handed, his fists wrapped only in the glowing, ephemeral concept of Darkness and Light.
K-L-A-A-N-G!
Satan's sword impacted Null's chest. Null's conceptual shirt shredded, and his flesh instantly vaporized, leaving a perfectly round, smoking hole through his ribcage.
The Unknown God didn't fall. The energy of the sword was absorbed by the Umbros Code, and the Asura Code instantly poured into the gaping wound. Muscle, bone, and skin regrew in a blinding flash, pushing the conceptual sword out of his body, forcing Satan to retract the weapon.
"You heal fast!" Satan grunted, his speed increasing further. He realized the battle was about sustaining damage.
Gruesome Exchange I: The Shattered Face
Satan moved, a flash of red, and drove his fist straight up, catching Null under the jaw.
CRUNCH. SLOSH.
Null's head snapped back. His jaw was not just broken; the force of the God-hood strike vaporized the bone and tissue, blowing out a dozen teeth made of pure conceptual matter. Blood—black from Umbros, blue from Asura—sprayed into the Axiomatic White, instantly boiling away into nothingness.
Null countered instantly, ignoring the pain. He seized Satan's remaining functional arm and focused the full destructive power of the Void. He didn't punch; he compressed the space around the joint.
SNAP. POP.
Satan's elbow and wrist exploded into a shower of shattered obsidian scale, conceptual bone fragments, and thick, smoking dark matter. His hand dangled uselessly, his conceptual tendons snapped.
Gruesome Exchange II: The Hell's Flame Barrage
Satan needed a conceptual distance. He screamed, and ten thousand streams of Hell's Flame erupted from his body, creating an endless, sustained torrent that engulfed Null.
The fire was now so hot, it was attacking the Concept of Regeneration itself. Null's skin instantly turned to brittle, black ash. His hair was reduced to dust. He was a perfect, skeletal silhouette encased in eternal fire.
In that instant of sustained destruction, Satan found a conceptual weakness and used his ultimate resource:
"Box Gift! I give myself the conceptual ability to Nullify Regeneration for one minute!" Satan screamed. This was a gift of temporary, crippling conceptual power, bought at the price of immense fatigue and self-destruction.
Null's regeneration stopped. The blue light vanished. He was a burning skeleton of the Unknown God.
Satan saw his opening. He charged, aiming a spear of pure kinetic energy at Null's conceptual core.
The Turnaround: Copy and Authority
The spear ripped through Null's chest. The Unknown God was frozen, the wound leaking conceptual energy.
But Null had one final card from his training.
While being burned alive and conceptually paralyzed, Null's Umbros Code had used his Copy Ability (stolen from a former foe in the Wonder World) to perfectly replicate Satan's most potent weapon: Realitas Mea Est.
Null, skeletal and burning, declared the overriding law in the Axiomatic White.
"Realitas Mea Est! The conceptual law of this space is that ALL Copy Abilities are imperfect and decay upon use!"
Satan's granted Nullification of Regeneration instantly failed. The temporary gift, based on borrowed, flawed concepts, collapsed.
The Asura Code surged back online. The blue light exploded from Null's skeletal frame, pushing Satan's spear out of his chest as muscle and conceptual organs instantly rebuilt themselves in a massive burst of blinding energy.
Gruesome Exchange III: Final Defiance
Satan roared in disbelief and pain, seeing his ultimate defense shattered by his own weapon.
He launched into a final, suicidal charge, tearing out the remaining scales of his chest to maximize speed, a torrent of conceptual plasma blasting from his mouth.
Null met the charge with a conceptual uppercut, combining the full, refined, 25% power of the Unknown God.
The blow landed perfectly beneath Satan's chin. The resulting conceptual shockwave was not an explosion, but an implosion.
Satan's head snapped back violently. Every tooth in his mouth exploded inward, followed by his entire skull collapsing like wet clay. His arms blew out from the sockets, ripped from his torso by the sheer kinetic and conceptual force.
Satan, now a limbless, headless, burning torso, floated inertly in the white void. The divine power was still there, the regeneration engine whirring, but the mind, the will, and the ability to command were temporarily shattered.
The Unknown God stood, barely whole, his body steaming with the residual conceptual heat of the fight. He had won the battle of attrition.
He raised his hand and ripped a hole in the Axiomatic White—a clean portal back to the ruined streets of Tokyo. Null stepped through, leaving the regenerating, inert God of Scales trapped in the infinite, empty dimension of white silence.
End of chapter 68
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[1] by law your wish is your reality by a fee