The fight was over.
The once roaring battlefield now quieted to a whisper as the last echoes of clashing fists faded into the horizon. Milim Nava—the mighty Demon Lord, the Storm of Destruction, the Celestial Tempest—lay motionless, unconscious, her breath faint but steady. Dust and wind danced softly around her, and as the tension dissolved, everyone rushed to her side.
Draguel was the first to kneel, lifting her gently in his arms. His usually fierce expression was touched with concern. The soldiers nearby followed closely, murmuring in disbelief. Some couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.
"Lady Milim... she really lost," one soldier whispered.
"And not to some cosmic being... to a man. A human man," said another.
"No magic, no skills, just pure martial strength... it doesn't feel real," added a third.
The man they spoke of—Yujiro Hanma—stood tall and calm, his monstrous physique glowing faintly under the twilight. He didn't gloat. He didn't smile. His arms were folded, his presence silent, like a lion watching the herd acknowledge its place.
Draguel turned to him, Milim still cradled in his arms.
"Yujiro Hanma," Draguel said, his voice deep and full of respect, "you truly are the greatest. Even after all these years in Damargania, you still surprise me with techniques I have never seen or even heard of."
Yujiro didn't speak.
Draguel stepped closer, lowering Milim into the arms of a healer, before continuing, "You are rewriting history. You're now a beacon of hope for those without magic. You've reminded us... true strength doesn't come from magic. It comes from the body, from will, from mastery. You have earned my respect again."
Yujiro gave a simple nod, a rare gesture from him, but enough to show he acknowledged Draguel's words.
Later That Night
Milim's eyes fluttered open. The room was quiet, warm, dimly lit with a soft orange glow from enchanted crystals. She blinked, sitting up quickly and looking around.
"My room?" she muttered. "How did I—"
Then it hit her.
The fight. The overwhelming strength. The speed. The precision. The complete control. No flashy attacks, no exploding spells. Just fists, muscle, and mastery. She had been defeated—no, humbled—by a man with no magic.
She clenched the sheets around her, biting her lip.
"How...? I'm supposed to be one of the strongest... But today I saw something else. Real strength... raw and terrifying."
A knock came at her door, then a familiar voice.
"Lady Milim, you're awake!" Middray stepped inside, smiling with relief. "Draguel-sama and Yujiro-sama are in the living room."
Milim didn't even answer. She leapt from bed and stormed toward the living room, her mind racing. Her heart pounded—not in fear, but something else... maybe curiosity. Maybe respect.
In the Living Room
Yujiro sat on a giant couch built just for Draguel's massive frame. He didn't say much, but his presence filled the room. Draguel was sipping from a large wooden mug, while Middray stood to the side, listening intently.
When Milim entered, Yujiro's eyes met hers. She stopped in the doorway. For the first time in her long life, she didn't know what to say.
Draguel smiled. "You're awake, finally."
Milim took a deep breath and walked over. "I... I remember everything. That fight. Your strength. I lost."
Yujiro raised a brow slightly, then nodded. "You're strong. But you still rely too much on your power. You've never had to struggle. That's why I won."
The words weren't meant to hurt—they were the truth. And Milim felt it.
She sat across from him, crossed her arms, and gave a small pout. "Hmph... You're so blunt. But... you're right."
Middray chuckled. "That's the first time I've heard you admit someone's stronger than you."
Draguel leaned forward. "Milim, you weren't the only one who fought Yujiro. Before this, he defeated Guy Crimson, Velzard, Veldora, Luminous and even me."
Middray's jaw dropped. "What?! All of them?!"
Yujiro smirked. "They were strong. Each in their own way. But they all lacked what matters most."
Milim's eyes sparkled now—not from pride or defiance, but from excitement. "You've fought so many amazing people... and you're still standing like it was nothing. You're incredible!"
Yujiro chuckled. "Took you long enough to notice."
Outside, in the streets of the City of the Forgotten Dragon, the citizens buzzed with excitement.
"Did you hear? Lady Milim lost..."
"To a man! A man with no magic!"
"They say he beat Veldora too! Is that even possible?"
"Yujiro Hanma... He's like a walking storm. No, worse—like a beast made of steel!"
Taverns were filled with stories, exaggerated or not. Kids pretended to fight like him. Young warriors dreamed of learning martial arts now instead of magic. Something had changed.
Back Inside
Food was brought out—giant platters of roasted meat, sweet honeyed bread, and spicy dragonfruit wine. Milim's cheerful personality had fully returned. She laughed, talked, and asked Yujiro question after question.
"So what's your training like?"
"Have you ever used a sword?"
"Can you break a mountain with your fist?"
Yujiro answered some. Others he ignored with a smirk. But through it all, he felt something strange. A lightness in the air. Her energy was pure, chaotic, but... honest. He found himself enjoying the night.
Draguel watched them both and smiled.
"Yujiro... why don't you stay a while?" he said. "This city could use a legend like you."
Yujiro looked at Milim—her eyes full of fire again, but this time, not just battle lust. Curiosity. Respect. Growth.
He nodded.
"I'll stay."
And the room erupted into cheers, laughter, and toasts.
The Beast had found a new home, and the Dragon had found a new path.
A new chapter had begun.
Far beyond the reach of the stars, beyond the veil of time and creation, in a realm untouched by mortals or gods, stood a vast expanse of cosmic brilliance—a world made of flowing stardust, eternal light, and silence so deep it resonated through the soul. This was not heaven, nor hell. It was something older. Purer.
This was The Realm of the Supreme One.
Floating in the center of this divine realm, upon a throne forged from the breath of creation itself, sat Veldanava, the Original One—the Father of Worlds, the Weaver of Time, the Supreme Being who once gave birth to the multiverse itself.
His form shimmered like the stars, majestic and radiant, his long silvery hair glowing as though woven from moonlight. His robes, flowing endlessly, danced with the colors of galaxies yet to be born. His eyes… were like twin cosmos, swirling with both wisdom and sorrow.
And in those divine eyes, reflected within a mirror of light hovering before him, was Yujiro Hanma—the Beast, the Peak of Mortal Flesh—now residing in the Cardinal World.
Veldanava watched in serene silence as the events unfolded—Yujiro's monstrous form standing over the unconscious body of Milim, the once undefeated Demon Lord. He had defeated her without magic, without skills, only strength. Raw, terrifying, flawless strength.
As the image shifted, showing Yujiro sitting calmly in the city of the Forgotten Dragon, Veldanava finally spoke. His voice echoed across the realm like a soft thunderstorm wrapped in a hymn of creation.
"You are doing well, Yujiro."
He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, watching the interactions play out. Milim's growth. Draguel's words. Middray's awe. The whispering of the soldiers. The shifting winds of thought across the land.
"I knew this was the right choice," Veldanava said softly to himself, his tone proud but thoughtful. "The people of the Cardinal World… they became too attached to their skills, their evolution, their magic and titles. They began to believe power was something granted... not earned."
His words held no malice, only the quiet understanding of a father watching children lose their way.
"They forgot. They forgot what it means to sweat. To train. To fall and rise. They forgot that strength is not found in a spell, or a name, or a system... but in the will to overcome. In the heart. In the soul."
He stood from his throne, his towering form stretching into the divine expanse. With a wave of his hand, images shimmered around him like floating memories.
—Yujiro breaking Guy Crimson's guard with a single punch.
—Yujiro outmatching Velzard in pure physical combat, shattering the frost around her with every step.
—Yujiro grabbing Veldora mid-transformation, slamming him into the earth without blinking.
—And now, Yujiro humbling Milim. Not just defeating her… but awakening something new within her.
Veldanava smiled.
"Yujiro… you are not simply a beast. You are my message to them. A storm without magic. A titan without skills. A man that embodies what it truly means to be powerful."
He turned to the starlit horizon beyond his realm.
"Perhaps now… the Demon Lords will pause. Perhaps they will begin to wonder. Perhaps the people, the soldiers, the kings and queens… will rethink what power truly means."
He walked across the bridge of stardust, watching as Yujiro laughed softly while eating with Draguel and Milim.
"You've reminded them that strength is earned, not granted. That a single man can reshape the world without any system guiding him."
Suddenly, a soft voice echoed behind Veldanava. A figure of light, a manifestation of one of his Celestial Heralds, approached.
"My Lord," the Herald spoke, bowing low. "The Cardinal World stirs. Yujiro's presence is changing the flow of fate. Is this what you intended?"
Veldanava nodded.
"Yes. I gave them Guy, Milim, and many others. Each played their part. But they began to drift too far from the essence of struggle. They needed a reminder."
He turned back to the mirror, eyes glowing with divine intent.
"They needed Yujiro Hanma."
Meanwhile, in the Cardinal World...
The taverns sang with tales of Yujiro.
"He beat Veldora? With just his hands??"
"Forget magic! I'm joining the martial academy tomorrow!"
"Who is this man?!"
Children began to mimic his stances. Young warriors abandoned magic scrolls for weights and training.
And deep in the city of the Forgotten Dragon, Milim—still smiling, her spirit re-ignited—looked at Yujiro again, not as a rival, but as a teacher.
"Teach me," she whispered suddenly during their conversation. "Not magic. Not power. Real strength."
Yujiro smirked, chewing on a piece of meat.
"You sure you can handle it?"
Milim grinned wide, her eyes shining.
"Try me."
And above it all, Veldanava watched.
His creation was shifting once more. Not with war or chaos, but with understanding. With challenge. With truth.
"Perhaps now," he said, voice soft as stardust, "they will remember the meaning of struggle. Of will. Of being truly alive."
He returned to his throne, the stars folding around him.
"And you, Yujiro... will be the fire that reignites their hearts."
The Supreme One closed his eyes, and the Realm of Eternity glowed a little brighter.
The world was watching. The gods were silent. And the Beast… was just getting started.