[: 3rd POV :]

The atmosphere twisted into something far more dreadful.

The rift in the air widened, the blood-red slit eye glaring with a rage that could split worlds.

The walls trembled, cracks spreading like veins along the ground as though reality itself rejected the Sovereign's intrusion.

The mercenaries and guild members, still pinned to the ground by the overwhelming suppression, coughed up blood.

Their eyes widened in despair; they could barely breathe, let alone move.

Every attempt to lift a hand ended in futility as their bones creaked under the crushing weight of the Sovereign's presence.

The air thickened until it burned their lungs.

Their hearts thundered, threatening to burst under the suffocating pressure.

Yet, amidst the despair, Daniel stood unmoving.

No smile played on his lips this time, just a cold, sharp frown that cut deeper than any blade.

His presence itself was a silent defiance.

The eye narrowed, its slit trembling with fury.

"Don't rush it, boy… think carefully. Not many would have this opportunity."

The Sovereign's voice slithered through the room, both a temptation and a threat.

It vibrated against their skulls, making some of the weaker mercenaries faint on the spot.

Daniel's reply came steady, resolute, sharp like steel.

"No thanks."

The eye dilated.

A pause.

Silence that stretched long enough to feel eternal.

"Boy… are you not thinking about it carefully?"

The voice was colder now, testing his will.

The very timbre of it sent waves of dread across the floor, as though the room itself bowed to its majesty.

Daniel's eyes hardened, his voice echoing with venom.

"I already thought about it''

''And if I had to become a scum like your lamb, then I wouldn't want to make a deal with a scum like you."

The words struck like knives.

The Sovereign's pressure spiked, the ground caving further, dust falling like ash from the trembling ceiling.

The mercenaries could barely hold their consciousness as their vision blurred.

"Boy…"

The voice growled now, its resonance laced with wrath. "…don't you think you're being too confident?"

Daniel's reply was immediate, fearless.

"Confident? No. That's just the truth."

He took a step forward, each movement echoing louder than the Sovereign's pressure.

The oppressive air warped and cracked around his body, refusing to touch him.

His gaze never left the massive eye.

"Apocalypse Sovereign?''

''For such a grand title, I wonder why you need people like the guildmaster to serve you''

''Perhaps… you're not as impressive as they thought." Daniel's tone was mocking, dripping with disdain.

The Sovereign went silent for a heartbeat.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The laugh was thunderous, so vast that it tore through space, shattering the rift wider.

The red eye glowed brighter, veins of dark energy stretching out like tendrils into the room.

The laughter ceased in an instant, replaced by a voice that shook every bone in their bodies.

"YOU'RE SEEKING DEATH!"

The mercenaries cried out in horror, though their voices never escaped their throats.

"IF DEATH IS WHAT YOU WANT…" The rift pulsated, the eye igniting with destructive light.

"…THEN I SHALL GRANT IT TO YOU!"

The air roared like a collapsing star as the Sovereign's energy surged, preparing to unleash its wrath.

And Daniel, standing unshaken beneath the weight of an ancient being's fury, clenched his fists.

His frown deepened, yet in his eyes burned something that even the Sovereign could not ignore, an unbending flame, one that mocked the darkness itself.

The eye glared, swelling with destructive power, its crimson slit burning through the chamber as the rift began to unravel.

The atmosphere screamed, as though reality itself was about to collapse under the Sovereign's wrath.

'Yo, System'

[: What seems to be the problem, my lovely Host? :]

'Do you think I stand a chance against a Sovereign? Sounds to me like a Sovereign might possess unknown powers…'

[: Pft. What do you think, Host? You think those entitled, little dressed-up naming beings are that powerful compared to you? :]

[: To the rest of the world, they are, but to you? Nah. After all, you have me, and I have you. :]

Daniel's lips twitched into the faintest smirk.

'…So you're saying I can actually fight it?'

[: You can't kill a Sovereign right now—not yet. There are restrictions, threads you can't cut. But... :]

The System's tone turned sly, almost wicked

[: You can give that so-called Apocalypse a surprise it won't forget. :]

Daniel exhaled slowly, a spark flickering deep within his obsidian eyes.

"Alright then. That'll be enough for me."

The very moment the Sovereign's eye pulsed with imminent destruction, Daniel moved.

His mana flared, but it wasn't just mana, no, it was something deeper, a primordial power that bent the world around him.

With every skill he possessed, he combined them.

[: Indomitable Destruction: Destruction Element Manipulation + Authority of Destruction + Decay of Nothingness + Conceptual Collapse :]

[: Eyes of Calamity: Target Locked :]

[: Aura of Annihilation: Oblivion Pulse + Supreme Coat of Annihilation + Tear of the End + Essence Devouring :]

[: Class of The Conqueror: Kingbreaker + Sword of Final Rule + Irrefutable Order + Ruler of Collapsing Stars :]

[: Void Physique: Void Singularity :]

[: Absolute Being: Limitless + Divine Alteration :]

[: Balance Breaker: Anomaly Manifestation + Rupture of Breaker :]

[: Ring of Devourer: Essence Reclamation :]

The moment Daniel invoked those skills, reality itself trembled.

Each invocation wasn't just power; it was Authority.

Forces that should never coexist, not in any world, not in any age, overlapped and resonated within him.

It was the antithesis of creation, the hymn of destruction sung by a mortal who had clawed his way past impossibility.

For a moment, the universe screamed in protest.

From his hand, Daniel raised a weapon forged not of steel, nor myth, but of contradictions, the Sword of Destruction.

Its blade was jagged yet impossibly smooth, translucent yet darker than void, blazing with colours that did not exist within mortal sight.

Each pulse of its edge unravelled threads of reality, peeling away the fragile rules that bound this dimension together.

It was a sword born from destruction, emptiness, nothingness, and void, a weapon that contained no future, no past, only the inevitability of collapse.

The moment it materialised, the laws of the world buckled.

Gravity itself bent backwards.

Pebbles, stones, and then great chunks of the battlefield rose upward into the air.

The very concept of "weight" twisted, and before the mercenaries' terrified eyes, the debris shattered, not from force, but because the law of Destruction had rewritten their existence to end.

"Th-this sword… shouldn't exist…" one mercenary croaked, trembling on the floor, though he could barely breathe under the suffocating aura.

Even the rift above, where the Sovereign's crimson eye glared, shuddered violently.

The power from the blade tore through the dimension itself, cracks spreading like glass around Daniel's figure, exposing a darkness beyond darkness.

Daniel's aura radiated a suffocating pressure.

The Aura of Annihilation surged, cloaking him in a storm of devouring essence that stripped the air, the light, the mana—everything—down to nothing.

His Eyes of Calamity locked onto the Sovereign's manifested eye, and in that instant, the colossal being froze as though Daniel had sentenced it.

The Apocalypse Sovereign—a being beyond worlds, feared by civilisations across countless ages—found itself… shaken.

Its massive crimson slit-pupil dilated, narrowing as it focused on the strange convergence of forces swirling around Daniel.

Darkness and void, destruction and collapse, authority and law—all tangled and reforged into something unnatural.

"What… is that…?"

For the first time in aeons, the Sovereign spoke in disbelief.

Not in scorn, nor arrogance, but genuine bewilderment.

This power shouldn't exist—not in this world, not anywhere.

It was a paradox given form.

Yet Daniel stood there, steady, his presence like a silent judgment etched across reality itself.

But disbelief quickly turned to wrath.

"Nevertheless… you dared mock my sacred existence. For that insolence, I will erase you."

The rift above warped violently.

From its colossal eye, the Sovereign gathered forces so immense, so cataclysmic, that the entire chamber fractured.

Every stray thread of energy it pulled screamed as reality cracked around it.

The aura of the gathering blast was enough to flatten mountains and erase a continent from the map, all from a single eye.

The mercenaries on the ground clawed at the floor, unable to breathe, crushed under the sheer weight of it.

Their vision blurred, blood dripping from their eyes and noses.

They couldn't even look at the rift without feeling their very existence unravelling.

"For mocking me, this is your sin. For defying me, this shall be your punishment!"

The Sovereign unleashed the chaotic beam, a storm of pure apocalypse, a cataclysm condensed into light and fury.

It tore through space as if the dimension were paper, collapsing everything in its wake.

But Daniel… didn't flinch.

He stood calm, eerily so.

His breathing was steady, audible against the chaos.

His heartbeat echoed like a drum within the silence of their despair.

The entire room drowned in terror, yet Daniel exuded stillness—an absolute calm before annihilation.

The destructive force came closer, consuming all, and only then did Daniel move.

His hand tightened around the misty, void-forged sword.

Shadows rippled across its blade, warping light, devouring essence.

And in that instant, every skill, every authority, every fragment of his being surged into the weapon.

It wasn't just destruction; it was Daniel's entire existence condensed into one strike.

"Rupture of Reality."

The words slipped from his lips like a whisper, yet carried louder than thunder.

Daniel swung.

The sword cut forward, and in that moment, time itself froze.

The blast from the Sovereign halted inches from Daniel's body.

The air turned still.

Every colour bled away, leaving only shades of black and white.

Sound vanished.

Motion ceased.

The world was cleaved.

The Sovereign's cataclysmic attack was bisected cleanly, unravelling into nothingness as if it had never existed.

The very dimension around Daniel split apart, fractures spreading outward like broken glass across reality.

Space, time, existence itself—pierced and severed.

For a heartbeat, the world became two halves, one that had been, one that was yet to be.

And then, silence.

Only Daniel remained, his blade humming with the echoes of the impossible, his figure standing tall against the void itself.

The Sovereign's eye twitched violently.

For the first time in countless ages, it knew fear.

Daniel's attack was too strong, overbearing, and it denied the existence of reality itself.

It had affected every realm across the universe, and 'some' had been alerted.

However, what was even ridiculous was the fact that his attack had affected an unknown realm.

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They shattered mid-air, tearing in ha/

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Not only that, every fragment, eve/

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/ry glyph, every trace of meaning was sundered.

The Realm of Words were try/

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/ing to fix itself, but eventually, it had been affected.

The words were ripped apart, splin/

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/tering into pieces too small to be recognised, floating like dust ia void that hadn't existed moments before.

It was so powerful th/

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[: Host, your attack is t/

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/oo strong :]

[: But don't worry. The sy/

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/tem will fix it :]

[: Reconstructing Reality Frac/

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/ture. Completion expected in a few moments :]

Time, space, and even tho/

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/ught itself seemed to pause, held in the balance while the System laboured.

Words reformed, letters stitched back into sem/

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/blance, the fractures of existence attempting to mend themselves around Daniel's impossible strike.

[: Reality Fracture has been fixed! :]

And then, time resumed.

The moment stretched, elongated like molten glass, as Daniel's attack, an amalgam of void, destruction, and collapse, sliced through the remnants of the Apocalypse Sovereign's cataclysm.

The blade of annihilation didn't merely intersect the massive crimson eye; it travelled through it, unravelling every connection the Sovereign had to this plane.

The rift shrieked, threads of apocalypse burning as they were severed.

And then silence.

The enormous eye of the Apocalypse Sovereign, the source of endless terror across countless worlds, twitched once, an imperceptible shudder.

Its immense form wavered, flickered, and then… vanished.

A single word, broken and trembling, whispered through the void:

''What…?''

That word was its last. Its presence, its terror, its dominion, all permanently erased from this world.

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