Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

For a moment, the silence after the blade fell was thick enough to drown in.

The capsule that once held the "perfect" being—a fusion of one thousand souls—now lay shattered in silence.

No light.

No final farewell.

Only stillness.

And then—

"NNNOOOOOOOO!"

A scream—inhuman, manic, filled with unhinged disbelief—tore through the room like a dagger to the mind.

Alzimar's face twisted with a cocktail of rage, anguish, and cracked pride.

He stumbled forward, arms stretched toward the remains of the capsule, as though trying to pull back time with his bare hands.

"You—YOU DESTROYED IT!" he shrieked, eyes bulging with veins that pulsed like molten cords.

"My masterpiece! My culmination! Do you have any idea what you've done?! That was PERFECTION!"

Daniel stood there, silent, his eyes still on the capsule, not on Alzimar.

His expression was unreadable, but his aura throbbed with restrained fury.

"You bound a thousand souls… innocent lives… into one body"

"Not for salvation, not even for survival. But to prove a point?" Daniel's voice was low, steady—but laced with something cold.

"That wasn't creation. That was a violation of existence."

Alzimar clutched at his face, dragging his nails down his cheeks as a guttural laugh escaped him.

"You speak of existence as if you're above them!" he hissed, then spun around, arms outstretched.

"Those souls were scattered! Forgotten! Weak and dying! I gave them PURPOSE! I gave them a HOME!"

He slammed a hand against his chest.

"I AM THEIR GOD!"

Daniel turned to face him now, his gaze like the edge of a blade.

"You're nothing but a god"

The room seemed to crack at the edges of their confrontation.

Alzimar's lips twisted into a snarl, foam collecting at the corners.

"They didn't scream because they had evolved! I silenced their pain! I built them to be ABOVE sorrow, ABOVE weakness! And you—" he pointed a shaking finger at Daniel, "—you undid perfection!"

Alzimar's chest heaved, each breath more unhinged than the last.

His eyes, wide, wild, bloodshot, glared at Daniel with venomous hatred, but also something else.

Obsession.

From the folds of his cloak, he drew something, small, black, and pulsing with a quiet, ancient rhythm.

A stone.

It was jagged, veined with glowing crimson lines, and the very space around it seemed to bend and hum, as if reality itself recoiled from its presence.

"The Origin Stone..." Daniel muttered, eyes narrowing after using Status View.

Alzimar held it high, his grin stretching unnaturally across his face.

"You think you've won? You think you're righteous?"

He laughed—a sound broken and raw.

"This is what true creation looks like! Not by birth… but by will!"

Without hesitation, he plunged the Origin Stone into his own chest.

It sank beneath his flesh like water, and the moment it disappeared, everything changed.

The ground cracked beneath him.

The ceiling above groaned and warped.

A wave of pressure erupted, folding the air around his body in layers of madness.

Then came the transformation.

Bones cracked like thunder.

Flesh warped.

Wings, massive, black, and scaled like obsidian blades—burst from his back with a violent snap, stretching wide enough to shadow the entire room.

A second pair of wings, made not of feathers, but of golden flame, unfurled next—elegant and divine, yet blinding with divine wrath.

Below, his legs elongated and twisted, forming scaled, muscular limbs that shimmered with blue, oceanic light.

Webbed claws scraped the floor, and each step sent tremors rippling through the stone.

And his upper body—tall, draped in serpentine armor of glistening darkness, bore a burning crown of fractured halos, flickering and shattering constantly, only to reform anew.

His arms lengthened unnaturally, ending in claws of ethereal metal, forged from celestial law and abyssal chaos.

His face was the last to shift.

What was once human became a grotesque visage of divinity and monstrosity.

Four eyes opened—one burning like a dragon's, one glowing like the sun, one weeping black ichor, and one blinking sideways like a deep-sea predator.

From his back, spectral tendrils of unknown power writhed like serpents.

He had become a fusion of the four apex creatures.

The Dragon, bearer of overwhelming strength and dominance.

The Phoenix, eternal flame of rebirth and destruction.

The Leviathan, lord of abyssal depth and primal terror.

The Usurper, breaker of thrones, embodiment of rebellion and madness.

Alzimar—no, thething that once was Alzimar—roared.

It was not a roar of beast nor god.

It was a sound that cracked the stone, splintered glass dimensions, and echoed beyond mortal comprehension.

A cacophony of power, agony, and unrelenting ego.

"You took my masterpiece!" the voice now carried multiple tones—male, female, monstrous, divine—all speaking at once.

"So now I will take everything from you!"

Daniel did not flinch, even as debris fell around him and the floor cracked beneath his boots.

"Take everything from me?" Daniel's voice cut through the trembling air, calm and sharp.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he lifted his gaze to the abomination that Alzimar had become.

"I made myself a promise long ago…" he continued, his voice steady.

"That no one—not gods, not kings, not monsters—can ever take everything from me again."

Alzimar—now a towering fusion of divinity and monstrosity—let out another guttural roar that warped the air and cracked the ground.

With a flick of one twisted claw, he unleashed a cascade of chaotic elements—fire that burned reality, water that reversed time, winds that screamed with forgotten voices, and void tendrils that unraveled space.

But as the devastating barrage surged toward Daniel—

It stopped.

No, it didn't just stop. It snapped backward.

Every wave of destruction, every cursed spell, every law-breaking anomaly was violently reflected—with twice the power.

The room exploded with backlash.

Walls crumbled.

Space bent.

Alzimar staggered back, his colossal frame reeling from the very force of his own attack.

"Wh-what?!"

Daniel stepped forward, the dust swirling around him in reverent stillness.

"Is that all?," he said, his eyes glowing dimly with void.

[: Reverse Cataclysm :]

Alzimar snarled and lashed again, summoning pillars of flame and phantom armies from every realm he had ever consumed.

But again, every attempt was turned upon him—crushing, devouring, erasing his own essence.

Time seemed to stretch in the aftermath of the chaos, as the last echoes of Alzimar's failed onslaught faded into the broken silence of the chamber.

Daniel didn't move.

He stood unmoved, arms at his sides, expression calm—yet in his eyes, there was only one thing.

Disappointment.

His gaze never wavered, locked onto the towering form of Alzimar as the abomination struggled to rise, his once-proud fusion form now cracked and recoiling from the backlash of his own power.

Those creatures that had been forcibly fused into his entire existence were beings that possesses unparalleled powers.

Dragons were known for their incredibly amount of mana, elements, and strength.

Phoenix were known for their infinite regeneration and flames that will never end.

Leviathans were known for their abyssal control of Sea and they are almost invicible as long they had a drop of water.

Urusuper were known for their tough body and strength and they were known to destroy everything in their sight.

Yet, at this moment, it was all nothing but a disappointment.

"All of that…" Daniel finally spoke, his voice cold, steady. "And yet… nothing spectacular."

He shook his head slowly, as if tired—not from battle, but from the lack of meaning in it all.

"I expected more," he added, tone edged with quiet contempt.

Alzimar growled, staggering on legs sculpted from divine intent and monstrous will.

His four eyes—each burning with their own terrible light—glared at Daniel in hatred and desperation.

"You… You can't end me like this!" he snarled. "I am the culmination of everything! I am—!"

But Daniel raised a single hand—and with it, a shift began in the air.

His aura changed. Deepened. Darkened.

The atmosphere thickened into a gravity beyond physicality—something that pressed against the soul.

From the core of his being, a crimson-black light pulsed outward as his bloodline stirred.

And then—he invoked it.

"Tear of the End"

The world responded.

The space behind Alzimar ripped open, not with a sound, but with a sensation—like reality weeping.

A jagged rift tore through the dimension, warping everything around it into a slow, spiraling collapse.

It wasn't a portal. It wasn't even a void.

It was the absence of existence.

A bleeding fracture that pulled in matter, time, energy—everything.

The walls bent inward.

Light fractured.

Sound died.

Alzimar's form jerked backward, caught in the growing pull.

"No… no! NO!" he screamed, claws digging into the earth, wings thrashing wildly. "You can't! I WON'T GO!"

But his screams grew distant, warped by the collapsing space.

His phoenix fire sputtered out.

His leviathan strength crumbled like sand.

Even his dragon soul, once proud and boundless, began to shatter, fragment by fragment.

And as the rift reached his core—his voice vanished.

There was no final cry.

No last roar.

Just silence, as Alzimar was erased—completely.

Not killed.

Not destroyed.

Erased from the fabric of existence.

Daniel lowered his hand, the rift closing behind his enemy like a curtain drawn on the final act.

Nothing remained.

No ash.

No soul.

No echo.

Just stillness, and a fading hum where space had once been torn.

Daniel exhaled softly, his voice almost inaudible as he turned away.

"That… was always how it was going to end."