The night trembled.
Kevin Smith stood atop a jagged cliff overlooking the capital city, the wind tugging at his coat as crimson-gold light flickered faintly beneath his skin. Dragon Magic flowed through him endlessly, an ocean of mana with no bottom, no limit.
Infinite mana.
Silent magic.
Power that no cultivator, mage, or god in this world was meant to possess.
Kevin raised his hand slightly.
The wind stopped.
Not calmed—stopped.
The clouds above froze in place as if time itself hesitated in his presence. He lowered his hand, and the world resumed as if nothing had happened.
"So this is Dragon Magic after Tier 11," he muttered.
In his previous life, he had gained Dragon Magic far too late. This time, it merged perfectly with the God Divine Arts, amplifying every style beyond its original design.
Especially the third one.
Kevin's eyes hardened.
"Sarah Watson…"
The name carried no warmth anymore.
In his past life, she had been his lover, his companion, the woman who smiled at him when he was weak and stood beside him as he climbed the cultivation ladder.
And then—
She had killed him.
Not out of hatred.
But out of choice.
"She won't betray me this time," Kevin said calmly. "Because she won't live long enough to do it."
The Girl Before Betrayal
Sarah Watson stood within the inner courtyard of the Silver Heaven Sect, her white-and-blue robes fluttering gently. She was beautiful, graceful, and talented—already a rising genius despite her young age.
Tier 7.
A level that would have shocked the world.
She frowned suddenly, placing a hand over her chest.
"…Why do I feel cold?"
Before she could think further—
The world darkened.
Space twisted.
Kevin appeared.
No sound. No fluctuation. No warning.
He simply was there.
Sarah's eyes widened.
"K-Kevin?" she gasped. "You—when did you—?"
He looked at her.
And felt nothing.
No love.
No regret.
Only certainty.
"You were always talented," he said quietly. "Even when you hid it from me."
Her expression stiffened.
"What are you talking about?"
Kevin stepped forward.
The pressure alone forced her knees to buckle.
"T-Tier 11…?" she whispered, blood dripping from her lips as she struggled to breathe. "That's impossible…!"
Kevin tilted his head slightly.
"It was impossible," he replied. "Until I created my own path."
Her eyes darted around desperately.
"Kevin, listen to me—whatever you think I did—"
"You killed me," he interrupted calmly.
The words struck her like lightning.
"…What?"
"In the future," he continued, his voice emotionless, "you chose the heavens over me. You stabbed me through the heart with divine law."
Her face drained of color.
"That… that can't be true."
Kevin raised his hand.
Dragon Magic stirred.
A faint draconic hum echoed through reality itself.
"I don't need you to remember," he said. "I only need you to die."
The Third Style
Golden-black runes ignited along Kevin's arm—far more complex and terrifying than those of the Dragon Killer Punch. Each rune represented annihilation, finality, and absolute dominance.
Sarah's body screamed in terror.
Her instincts—honed by talent and divine favor—recognized the threat.
She screamed and unleashed everything she had.
Sword intent.
Divine techniques.
Protective talismans.
All of it shattered instantly.
"This is the third style of the God Divine Arts," Kevin said, stepping forward as space collapsed beneath his feet.
"God Killing Punch."
Her lips trembled.
"You're insane…"
"No," Kevin corrected. "I'm prepared."
God Killing Punch
Kevin punched once.
There was no explosion.
No light.
No sound.
The world simply ended around Sarah Watson.
Her divine protection—granted secretly by the heavens—was erased. Her soul cracked like glass. Her cultivation collapsed into nothingness.
God.
Demigod.
Demon.
Angel.
The punch did not discriminate.
It ended existence.
Sarah's eyes widened in frozen shock as a hole opened through her chest—not bleeding, not burned—
Gone.
Her body collapsed lifelessly to the ground, already turning to ash.
Kevin stood still.
Silent.
The heavens screamed.
Dark clouds twisted violently above the sect as divine pressure descended in rage.
Kevin looked up.
"…Too late," he said.
Aftermath
Kevin turned away as the Silver Heaven Sect descended into chaos, unaware that one of their greatest geniuses had just been erased from the timeline.
He stepped into the air, Dragon Magic carrying him effortlessly.
"She was never my weakness," he muttered. "She was my test."
And he had passed.
Far above, divine eyes opened.
Gods stirred.
Something that should not exist had altered fate itself.
Kevin smiled faintly.
"Come," he whispered to the heavens. "I'm ready this time."
With Dragon Magic roaring silently around him and the God Divine Arts burning within his soul, Kevin Smith vanished into the night—
Leaving behind a world that had just lost its future executioner.