Sukojo: (laughing crazily) HAAAHAHAHAHA!
His laughter echoed through the desolate void they called their battlefield, resonating like thunder that cracked through the thin fabric of existence itself. The air around him twisted violently, his devious energy warping the very laws of nature. His glowing red eyes blazed brighter than the sun, an unholy light that burned beyond comprehension, deeper than the universe itself. This wasn't mere power—it was a force that mocked creation.
Sukojo: RETSYUUUU, YOU REALLY ARE SHOWING ME YOUR LIMITS! HHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
Sukojo: SO. FUCKING. WEAK!
Before Retsyu could even react, Sukojo surged forward. His head shot forward like a warhammer, his forehead slamming directly into Retsyu's with a force so unimaginable that the sound wasn't just heard—it was felt. A sickening crack reverberated across dimensions as Retsyu's skull was momentarily dented under the impact, sending him hurtling down into the ground. Not stopping there, the sheer force drove him deep into the earth's crust, tearing through layers of rock and magma.
Sukojo stood above the crater, his shoulders shaking as his maniacal laughter filled the void.
Sukojo: KHEEEKHHEEE!
His entire form radiated destruction. His eyes—those terrible, dark-red orbs—glowed brighter than ever, emitting an evil luminance that bent reality itself. This was Sukojo in his Devious Mode. A state of pure chaos and annihilation.
Retsyu's voice escaped from the depths of the earth.
Retsyu: Su—
But before Retsyu could finish uttering his opponent's name, a devastating explosion erupted. Sukojo's leg, glowing with unholy energy, connected squarely with Retsyu's chest. The impact wasn't just physical—it was a cosmic event. The entire earth didn't just break; it ceased to exist. In a fraction of a second, the entire planet was erased, leaving nothing but a dark void.
Sukojo: GHHAAAHAHAHAAAAA!
His laughter shook the emptiness as he stood floating in the aftermath of pure destruction, his power mocking the very concept of existence. But then, without warning, something extraordinary happened. The void began to rewind. Fragments of the shattered earth returned to their place, the molten core reignited, the oceans refilled, and the atmosphere reformed—all within the blink of an eye. Time and space were bent backward, the planet restored to its former state.
Sukojo: OI, COSMIC! DON'T INTERVENE!!
Sukojo slammed his fists into the restored ground with unrelenting force, creating a shockwave so violent that even the restored earth quaked in protest. This wasn't just power—it was pure chaos trying to rebel against balance. But then, something far more terrifying happened.
Sukojo raised Retsyu and ground-slammed him so violently into the earth that it wasn't just existence that fractured. No. It went beyond that. Reality itself—real life—began to shatter. Describing it in words felt like trying to explain sight to the blind. The idea of reality cracked and distorted, the concept of "real" becoming fluid. Fragments of things that couldn't be seen but only felt—ideas, emotions, memories—floated and crumbled as if they were part of the battlefield itself.
Colors beyond comprehension bled into the sky. Time stuttered, jumping forward and backward in erratic bursts. The rules of existence were breaking down.
But then, Sukojo froze. Something caught his attention.
He looked up and saw eyes—two impossibly vast eyes staring down at him. They weren't just galactic; they were beyond the scope of the cosmos, so immense that even concepts like size and distance felt meaningless in comparison. They carried no malice, no emotion—just an unyielding, overwhelming presence.
Sukojo: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, HUH?!?!
His voice trembled for the first time, a crack of uncertainty slipping into his tone. But the eyes did nothing. They simply stared, unblinking, as if judging him.
And then—just as suddenly as they had appeared—they vanished. The cracks in reality, the shattering, the destruction—all of it disappeared with them, leaving Sukojo standing alone on an eerily calm battlefield.
Sukojo: Huh?..
He turned in every direction, his chaotic aura flickering as if he himself felt doubt. But then he felt it—a presence so suffocating, so dense, that it felt like the universe itself was trying to crush him. The weight of it was immeasurable, and for the first time in his existence, Sukojo couldn't move. He couldn't even turn around.
Sukojo: S-...Shou?...
His voice wavered, barely above a whisper. But deep down, he knew. This wasn't Shou.
Sukojo: No... You are not Shou... but how could you have this much of a presence...?
Behind him stood Copi.
The figure was human-shaped, but everything about it felt wrong. Its entire form was pure white, as if it were carved from untouched marble. Its eyes were pitch black, devoid of light, and its mouth wasn't natural—it resembled the jagged lines of a monster hastily drawn on paper, a twisted, horrifying grin that stretched unnaturally.
Its aura was maddening, an overwhelming force that made Sukojo's power feel insignificant in comparison.
Copi: (slowly, deliberately) Su...Ko...Jo.
Sukojo's heart—if such a thing still existed within him—felt a pang of something he hadn't known in eons. Fear. True, unrelenting fear.
Copi began walking forward, each step slow and deliberate. The air around it grew heavier with every motion, the weight of its presence crushing the very fabric of reality.
When it reached Sukojo, Copi raised a hand, gently wiping a single tear from Sukojo's face as if mocking his fear.
Copi: (softly) Mmm...
Copi: You look so good when you're afraid...
The hand that wiped the tear moved ever so slightly upward. In one swift motion, Copi slapped Sukojo across the face. The impact wasn't loud or exaggerated—it was silent, but it sent Sukojo's head snapping to the side. Not because of the force, but because of the authority behind it.
Copi: Awww, look at you. Pfft. All that time spent with Shou, talking about you. His feared creation.
Copi tilted its head slightly, its jagged mouth twisting into something resembling a smile. It looked at its own hands, flexing its fingers slowly.
Copi: Do you know what my hands can do to someone LIKE YOU?!?!
Its voice rose in intensity, sending tremors through the air. Then, as quickly as the outburst came, it faded. Copi's expression became neutral again, its aura as suffocating as ever.
Copi: Oh, Sukojo.
It inhaled deeply, its entire form shimmering faintly as it absorbed the essence of Sukojo—his magic, his strength, his very being.
Copi: (softly) Ohhh... I see. So Ryo Magic is your creation? How... cute.
It tilted its head again, its monstrous smile widening.
Copi: Hah...haa...
Copi's voice lingered in the air, haunting, as though it had seeped into every molecule of existence. Sukojo, the devourer of all, the embodiment of chaos, now stood frozen, his glowing red eyes trembling ever so slightly. It wasn't the kind of fear born from weakness or inferiority—it was the kind of fear that came from seeing something incomprehensible, something far beyond even his limitless perception.
Sukojo: (weakly) You... took everything?
Copi's smile widened as it began to walk in slow, deliberate circles around Sukojo, its white figure glowing faintly in the void. The dagger it had summoned earlier materialized again, now twisting and bending unnaturally in its hand. It wasn't just a weapon—it was a representation of something primal, ancient, and terrifying. The air around it shimmered, as if reality was rejecting the very existence of the blade.
Copi: (softly) Everything? Oh, no, no, no, Sukojo.
Copi leaned closer, its face hovering mere inches from Sukojo's. Its voice dropped to a whisper, but it carried an edge sharp enough to cut through the fabric of space.
Copi: I haven't taken everything. Not yet.
The dagger twisted again, reshaping into something entirely different. It was now a mirror—fractured, jagged, and reflecting not just Sukojo's image but his very essence. His memories, his victories, his defeats—they all flickered across the broken surface like a twisted slideshow of his existence.
Copi: Look at you. So much power, so much chaos... and yet, here you are. Trembling. I wonder... was Shou wrong about you?
Sukojo's fists clenched, his glowing eyes narrowing as he forced himself to move. His aura flared violently, his Devious Mode surging with renewed ferocity as he stepped forward, breaking free from the invisible weight of Copi's presence.
Sukojo: (growling) Don't you dare speak of Shou like you know him!
With a roar, Sukojo swung his arm forward, the air around his fist igniting into a vortex of crimson energy. The attack wasn't just a strike—it was a concentrated force meant to erase anything in its path. It hurtled toward Copi with unrelenting speed.
But Copi didn't move.
The attack slammed into it, the ground beneath them cracking, shattering, disintegrating into nothingness. The force of the strike obliterated everything within miles, leaving behind a void so dark it seemed to swallow light itself.
For a moment, silence reigned. And then, from the center of the destruction, Copi's voice emerged, calm and unbothered.
Copi: (mocking) Hmm. That tickled.
As the dust cleared, Copi stood unscathed, its monstrous grin widening. It tilted its head, as if amused by the display.
Copi: Is that all? The mighty Sukojo, devourer of all, breaker of realities... reduced to this? You're a disappointment.
Sukojo's aura surged again, his teeth gritting as he threw himself at Copi. This time, his movements defied comprehension. He became a blur of chaos, his strikes coming faster than the mind could process. Each blow carried the weight of a collapsing star, the sheer force distorting space itself.
And yet, Copi caught every strike.
Its movements were unnaturally fluid, almost playful, as if it wasn't just matching Sukojo—it was predicting him. With each blocked punch, each redirected kick, Copi's grin grew wider.
Copi: (softly) Oh, Sukojo. You're so predictable.
It grabbed Sukojo's wrist mid-strike, its grip impossibly strong. The energy surrounding Sukojo's arm dissolved on contact, as though Copi's very touch negated his power. Sukojo's glowing eyes widened in shock.
Copi: (mocking) You still don't understand, do you? I don't just copy. I perfect.
Before Sukojo could react, Copi pulled him closer and slammed him into the ground. The impact wasn't just physical—it resonated on a level that went beyond existence. Sukojo's body glitched momentarily, as if reality itself couldn't fully process what had just happened.
Copi knelt down, its eerie, jagged grin hovering inches from Sukojo's face.
Copi: (softly) You call yourself chaos, but chaos has rules. Patterns. And those patterns... they belong to me now.
Sukojo growled, his aura flickering weakly as he struggled to rise. For the first time in eons, he felt... powerless. Helpless. It wasn't just Copi's strength—it was the way it unraveled him, the way it made him feel small.
Sukojo: (snarling) What... are you?
Copi leaned back, standing to its full height as it raised its hands, the jagged mirror floating between its palms. It stared into the fractured surface, its black eyes gleaming with an unnatural light.
Copi: (softly) I am nothing. And everything. I am the reflection you cannot escape. The truth you cannot erase.
It turned its gaze back to Sukojo, its voice taking on a sharper edge.
Copi: I am your end.
With a wave of its hand, the mirror dissolved into a storm of shards, each one glowing with a sinister light. The shards hurtled toward Sukojo, embedding themselves into his aura, his essence, his very being. He screamed as the fragments twisted and coiled, pulling at his power, his identity.
Copi: (softly) Don't worry, Sukojo. I won't destroy you. Not yet. You're far too... interesting.
It knelt down once more, its jagged grin mere inches from Sukojo's face.
Copi: But you should know... everything you are, everything you've done, everything you will do—it's mine now.
Sukojo's glowing eyes flickered, his breath ragged as he glared up at Copi.
Sukojo: (weakly) You... won't... break me.
Copi tilted its head, its grin widening.
Copi: Oh, Sukojo. You've already broken yourself.
It rose to its feet, the storm of shards swirling around it as it began to walk away. But before it disappeared into the void, it turned back one last time, its voice echoing like a whisper through the fabric of reality.
Copi: Tell Shou... I said hello.
And with that, it was gone, leaving Sukojo alone in the shattered battlefield, his once-boundless power flickering like a dying ember.
End Of Arc 4 Chapter 12.