Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

Arcturus' skeletal wings shuddered, their jagged bones dripping ichor as he forced more of his essence into the fight.

Every strike, every invocation, every law, none of it had even left a scratch on the boy standing before him.

His scythe, his mist, his chains, his guillotine, his dance of slaughter… all shattered like glass upon an unyielding wall.

With each failure, his breath grew more ragged, his fanatic eyes burning with a mixture of disbelief and hatred.

"What is he…?!"

The thought gnawed at him.

Daniel's calm was unbearable, an insult sharper than any blade.

Arcturus' hands shook as he lifted them, crimson cracks spiderwebbing across his flesh.

He snarled, refusing to accept the truth pressing down on him.

"Don't think this is the end!" he roared, his voice breaking with desperation.

The chamber shook violently as he began pulling at everything—the laws of destruction, the authority of apocalypse, the cursed essence granted by his Lord.

Black energy surged into his palms, writhing like a storm caged in flesh.

Sparks of obsidian lightning cracked around him, each bolt infused with raw annihilation.

Every flash tore through stone, pulverising walls and splintering the floor beneath his feet.

The mercenaries cried out as the oppressive energy pressed them down like ants beneath a collapsing mountain.

The ground blackened, chunks of marble exploding into dust, and every torchlight was devoured by the growing mass of destruction in Arcturus' grasp.

The very essence of ruin screamed within that sphere of energy, promising the end of everything it touched.

And yet...Daniel stood calmly, watching.

His violet eyes reflected not fear, not concern, but a quiet, razor-sharp amusement.

His presence remained steady, as though the cataclysm before him was nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum.

Arcturus' lips peeled into a deranged grin as the mass of energy reached its peak, a miniature sun of destruction thrashing in his hands.

Blood streamed from his eyes and mouth, his body cracking beneath the pressure of the laws he was invoking.

But he didn't care.

If this power couldn't erase Daniel, then nothing could.

He screamed, the sound splitting the air like the last trumpet of judgment.

"BEHOLD! WITNESS THE END OF ALL THINGS!"

With both hands, he hurled the catastrophic energy forward.

[: Apocalypse Law: Destruction Genesis :]

The orb tore through the air, dragging with it a storm of black lightning and collapsing space.

Reality bent and twisted around it, walls caving inward before the sphere even touched them.

The earth itself groaned and split, entire slabs of stone crumbling into dust.

The mercenaries screamed, some collapsing in prayer, others trying to crawl away from the oppressive force.

Walter himself was pale, sweat dripping down his temple as he could barely stay upright under the weight of it.

The chamber was filled with the roar of unmaking, the sheer sound of creation itself unravelling.

The attack thundered toward Daniel like an executioner's blade.

But Daniel didn't move.

His gaze never wavered.

His body remained perfectly still.

To him, the coming end looked like nothing more than a spark in the dark.

"Take this, you bastard!"

Arcturus' roar split the chamber, his skeletal maw gnashing as the horrifying sphere of destruction tore across the ground.

The orb screamed with raw apocalypse, dragging lightning across the walls, shattering stone into splinters, and tearing cracks of nothingness in its wake.

The mercenaries shielded their faces, their skin burning from the mere residue.

Walter gritted his teeth, feeling his very bones tremble.

It wasn't an attack anymore; it was the embodiment of annihilation, a miniature world-ending calamity rushing straight toward Daniel.

The boy's hair flickered in the wind, violet strands dancing under the storm of ruin.

His clothes swayed, the force pressing against him like an ocean tide ready to drown all in its path.

His eyes glimmered faintly, not with fear, but with a quiet certainty.

His lips parted, his voice calm as still water.

[: Void Singularity + Kingbreaker :]

The words fell like a decree.

He raised his hand, extending only a single forefinger.

At its tip, a small void orb manifested, so small it seemed absurd against the mountain of destruction bearing down on him.

It pulsed with abyssal gravity, an impossible sphere of compressed nothingness, layered with the will of Kingbreaker, that ancient anti-divine essence which mocked laws, stripped blessings, and crushed authority itself.

The moment the orb stabilised, reality quivered.

The incoming apocalypse strike slammed against it and then, silence.

The destructive sphere screamed, but instead of erupting, it bent.

Its lightning cracked, its energy stretched, its very laws of destruction were sucked inward.

The cataclysm writhed like a beast caught in chains, its vast energy unravelling into spirals of light and shadow as the Void Singularity drank it whole.

Every mercenary's jaw dropped.

The attack that should have erased everything was being swallowed.

The orb pulsed once.

Then again.

And finally, the entirety of the guildmaster's apocalyptic attack was consumed, vanishing without a trace, as though it had never existed.

The only sound that followed was the eerie hum of the void orb, still floating effortlessly at Daniel's fingertip.

Arcturus froze.

His skeletal wings twitched violently, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His scythe trembled in his grip.

"W-What…?"

His voice cracked, thin, strangled.

"That—That was the Destruction Genesis! It should've… it should've consumed you whole!"

Daniel tilted his head, violet eyes boring into him, calm and merciless.

His voice was low, almost mocking.

"Pathetic. Was that your 'true power'? I expected more from a herald of apocalypse."

He flicked his finger.

The void orb distorted and then detonated in silence. No sound, no explosion, no fire.

Only an implosion of reality itself.

The chamber bent inward for an instant before releasing a violent backlash, a tidal wave of compressed void energy tearing through the air.

The shockwave flung dust, bone fragments, and shattered stone in all directions.

Torches snuffed out instantly.

The oppressive air turned razor-thin, cutting into the lungs of everyone present.

Arcturus stumbled back, skeletal wings flaring in panic, his ichor-stained mouth twisting as cracks spiderwebbed along his monstrous armour.

For the first time, the guildmaster's fanatic zeal faltered.

And in the quiet aftermath, one thought clawed at his mind, relentless and suffocating.

"What is this..."

The word slipped from Arcturus' jawless maw, hollow and broken.

He staggered back a step.

His voice rose, cracking with disbelief.

"T-This can't be happening… this is impossible!"

His claws dug into the haft of his weapon, bone grinding on bone, but the strength in his arms felt thinner than ever.

Every ounce of power bestowed upon him by the Apocalypse Sovereign, all of it, undone.

He shook his head violently, refusing to accept what his eyes showed.

"Y-You! T-That's not possible!" His tone was desperate, bordering on hysterical.

"With this form, with His blessing, I am invincible! No mortal… no king, no ruler, no god should withstand me! No one—NO ONE!"

His laughter followed, jagged, but hollow.

A laughter that no longer carried confidence, but denial. It wavered, cracked, and dissolved into the silence of the chamber.

And still Daniel stood there. Calm.

His violet eyes shimmered like abysses, indifferent, cutting, and absolute.

He stepped forward.

The sound of that single step echoed louder than any roar.

"Nothing is impossible."

His words fell heavy, each syllable a hammer striking at the foundation of Arcturus' madness.

The air thickened as Daniel's aura swelled, slowly, methodically.

A crushing weight descended over the chamber, denser than the guildmaster's own apocalyptic presence.

It pressed against bone and soul alike, burrowing into marrow, suffocating thought.

Arcturus froze.

His skeletal wings shuddered and folded in close, not by will, but instinct.

His chest-maw's fangs clicked nervously, ichor drooling faster as if sensing the predator before it.

His body recognised it first before his mind would admit it.

And then, at last… realisation struck.

It wasn't anger consuming him now. It wasn't disbelief.

It was fear.

The kind of primal terror that sank deep into the bones of the living and the dead alike.

The fear of being powerless.

The fear of death.

He tried to suppress it, but his voice betrayed him, trembling, fractured.

"N-No… No… That's… that's not possible…"

Daniel's gaze pierced him, calm yet merciless.

"Then tell me, Guildmaster," Daniel's tone was soft, but it cut sharper than any blade.

''If you are truly invincible… why do you fear me?"

The chamber fell deathly silent.

The mercenaries shivered, glancing at each other.

Walter's lips parted, but no words came, only the hollow echo of truth reverberating within his chest.

Arcturus staggered back another step.

His skeletal hand clenched his scythe until the bone cracked, but the truth weighed heavier than his denial.

For the first time since his transformation, the thought clawed at him relentlessly, suffocating in its certainty.

He could be killed.

And worse....

He could be killed powerlessly.