The force behind Imu's charge was so immense that the air around her ignited with friction, leaving the faint scent of scorching heat drifting through the battlefield.
Her Conqueror's Haki–infused fist slammed directly into Ashveil's Conqueror's Haki barrier.
Boom
A thunderous shockwave rippled outward as their Haki collided. Ashveil's aura trembled for a split instant before stabilizing, the surrounding Conqueror's Haki rippling like disturbed water.
Imu's assault came to a halt roughly a hundred meters from Ashveil, her expression instantly collapsing into disbelief.
Someone who wielded Conqueror's Haki as long as she had understood its nature intimately. Yet the moment she touched Ashveil's aura, her entire body froze. Her hands began trembling violently as terror crept up her spine.
"This… how is this possible? How can your Conqueror's Haki be so vast!?" Imu's voice cracked.
Within a single instant of contact, she realized the horrifying truth: Ashveil's reserves were bottomless. Not only was his Haki already monstrous, but it continued expanding endlessly, growing every single second.
The realization drained the color from her face.
Ashveil chuckled lightly.
"Imu, you truly have fallen. Resorting to combat already? Aren't you tired of running for your life?"
Imu's expression twisted with humiliation. The shame burned deeper than the day Ashveil had defeated her before.
She had once relied on Haki, but after entering the Other World and discovering beings whose physique alone eclipsed her, she abandoned Haki training altogether. She poured everything into strengthening her body, groveling through that world's hierarchy, even serving water and tea to survive long enough to return home for revenge.
Yet now, after all her effort, after escaping a nightmare realm filled with monsters—
Ashveil had grown even more terrifying.
The humiliation was unbearable.
In truth, Imu had misunderstood entirely. Ashveil possessed a system. Without it, even her untiring Haki cultivation would have yielded little progress.
Still, her humiliation became entertainment for others.
Across the Pirate World, laughter spread.
In the Holy Land, Dragon crossed his arms with a cold scoff.
"Hmph. After all that noise, she's still helpless against Ashveil."
Sabo, Ivankov, and the other commanders couldn't help laughing as well.
If Imu heard their mockery, she would faint from fury.
The people she once ruled with absolute terror now looked down on her without hesitation.
In the Shinobi World, interest vanished instantly.
The Sage of Six Paths sighed in disappointment.
"I expected a being equal to Ashveil. But this level? There's no reason to watch. Ashveil should end her."
Madara lifted his chin proudly.
"That is the man who defeated me. Someone like her could never be his opponent."
Back on the battlefield, Ashveil released another wave of Conqueror's Haki. Imu, still suspended in mid-air, dropped instantly as if crushed by an invisible weight.
Her eyes widened, bloodshot, veins trembling.
Her entire body shook uncontrollably.
Her mind was in chaos. Before she left the world, her Conqueror's Haki had nearly matched Ashveil's. Yet after only a short time away, he had become so powerful that her soul instinctively recoiled in fear.
She had never imagined she would one day fear anything this deeply.
As she fell, she sensed something—a massive energy concentrated below. A skill from the Other World she had come to rely on allowed her to measure a being's strength through aura.
Boom
A bald man shot upward like a rocket.
Saitama.
His expression tightened in irritation as Imu dropped past him.
"Hm? What is this thing? Don't get in the way of my fight with Ashveil."
He casually raised his hand and flicked Imu aside.
The impact tore through her body. Agony flooded her senses.
"M–my ribs… my ribs are broken…" Imu thought miserably as she flew like a broken doll.
She crashed into a towering mountain, shattering it completely. Debris rained down, burying her beneath the ruins.
Before she lost consciousness, a single furious thought echoed in her mind:
Who… who is this monster!?
Saitama paid her no mind.
"Is that thing even alive? Whatever. Ashveil! Our fight isn't finished!"
Lightning surged around him, drawn by the sheer intensity of his presence. Bolts crashed down from the sky, one striking him directly—yet he didn't react at all.
In Saitama's eyes, only Ashveil existed.
Meanwhile, the abnormal fluctuations in the sky intensified. More space-time pendulums appeared, the shimmering structures multiplying wildly.
Ashveil frowned, glancing upward.
The primary pendulum that had been flickering earlier was dimming even further.
Something was wrong.
"Ah… ah…"
A faint, trembling voice echoed once more—
and an old man fell from the sky.
Ashveil's eyes narrowed.
Zeus.
From the world of Record of Ragnarok.
The same god who defeated Adam while kneeling. And he was… crying.
Zeus landed on his knees, trembling uncontrollably. His divine dignity was gone, replaced by raw fear.
"It's over… it's over… we're all going to die…!" he wailed.
People stared at him in disbelief.
Zeus continued sobbing desperately.
"Why? Why can a human possess such power? Even we gods are nothing before that barbarian! Just a flick… a single flick… and we die!"
The battlefield fell silent.
Saitama frowned in confusion.
"Barbarian…?"
The people of Pirate World couldn't understand what they were hearing.
"Is he from Imu's world too?"
"What barbarian can kill gods with one finger!?"
Marco's jaw tightened.
Whitebeard and Golden Lion exchanged troubled glances.
In the Shinobi World, Kakashi muttered:
"This seems like someone is distorting space-time with extreme ninjutsu. That's the only logical explanation…"
In the One-Punch Man World, people were stunned.
Their gods… were nothing like this.
Suddenly, the sky darkened further as the pendulums expanded, their glow spreading across the horizon. More figures fell through—captains from the Bleach world, spirits from Fox Spirit Matchmaker, Pokémon, Ultramen, Armor Heroes, even warriors from Dragon Ball.
All of them carried the same expression.
Dread.
"It's over… that monster will follow us here!"
"This Pirate World is the last refuge!"
"He destroyed almost our entire world!"
Ashveil absorbed every word quietly.
He pieced together the fragments.
Someone—
a being so terrifying that he defied the pendulum's rules—
had slaughtered nearly every two-dimensional realm.
He had broken free from the dueling arena, destroyed countless worlds, overwhelmed even the pendulum itself.
And now…
This world was next.
Ashveil addressed the trembling crowd.
"You. Describe this barbarian."
The survivors flinched, unwilling to recall the nightmare. Even remembering him seemed to bring back the unbearable terror.
Before they could answer—
A deafening roar shook the sky.
The space-time pendulum split with a violent crack.
The survivors collapsed to their knees in helpless fear.
"He's here!"
"It's too late!"
"Our last world… has fallen!"
The air trembled.
The monster was arriving.
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