If he had to describe his current feeling, it would be humiliation.
He never expected to be pushed to this extent.
Unforgivable!
That lowly little brat dared to trample on him, treating him as nothing more than a pathetic weakling.
Absolutely unforgivable!!
That wretched little girl—who did she think he was?!
He was the first and most powerful Herrscher!
He was the perfect existence, one worthy of having all of humanity kneel before him, begging for salvation and mercy.
In other words, he was God!!!
And yet…
And yet!!! That damn brat had forced him to cower like a turtle retreating into its shell!!
Unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!!!
I will never forgive that wretched vermin for this!!
I am the one and only existence in this world! My words are absolute and divine!!
In other words, I am God!!!
And in the name of God, I shall judge you, you lowly worm!!!!
There shall be no mercy for a sinner like you!!!
****
The barrages of energy projectiles launched by Bronya from all directions sent shockwaves rippling through the air, causing dazzling bursts of light to explode in chaotic brilliance.
Her insane bombardment ionized the surrounding atmosphere, creating crackling sparks of electricity that danced wildly in the sky.
Not only that, but the sheer electromagnetic interference from Bronya's relentless assault caused a temporary blackout in St. Freya Academy, plunging the campus into darkness.
Of course, given the academy's advanced infrastructure, power was quickly restored, but this incident still triggered an emergency alert that reached the Hyperion command ship kilometers away.
Inside the command room, Theresa, who had been observing the sparring match between two certain Kaslanas, nearly jumped in shock when the urgent warning flashed across the screens.
"What the hell is going on?! Did someone infiltrate the academy?!"
Theresa froze for a moment before quickly glancing at the simulation chamber's monitor.
There, the battle between the father and daughter was reaching its climax. And in the far corner of the room, a young man—or rather, a simulation of one—was casually leaning against the wall, snacking and sipping on bubble tea as if he were enjoying a VIP seat at an action movie screening.
For a moment, Theresa was at a loss for words at the sight, but she quickly grabbed the microphone and shouted.
"Kiana, you need to stop the trial right now!! We have a major situation!!"
Hearing the command echo through the control room speakers, Kiana furrowed her brows and looked up. The violet lightning flickering around her body crackled even more intensely than it had during her fight with that annoyingly relaxed young man lounging in the corner.
Opposite her, the simulated version of her father, Siegfried Kaslana, loosened his stance and let his dual pistols—Judgement of Shamash (Replica ver.)—drop slightly.
If one paid close attention, they would notice that his face was bruised and battered, his entire body in tatters, looking utterly devastated—proof of who had gained the upper hand in this battle.
In contrast, while Kiana's face was covered in soot and flushed red from prolonged exposure to intense heat, and her white hair had become a wild, lion-like mane with some strands matted with ash, she bore no serious wounds apart from those from her earlier scuffle with the ever-so-relaxed young man.
Her current appearance was undeniably a mess.
It was an utterly unfitting look for a young lady.
So much so that said young man couldn't help but burst out laughing, mockingly calling her "Cinderella" before promptly getting smacked on the head by Kiana, forcing him to shut his damn dog mouth.
Though Kiana's appearance was far from graceful or ladylike, Theresa, seeing how utterly disheveled she looked, momentarily choked on her words before speaking.
"Kiana! I'm giving you ten minutes! Get yourself cleaned up and meet me here immediately!"
Kiana turned to look at her father. Without hesitation, she delivered a swift kick to his stomach, sending him sprawling on the ground, before making a childish 'Akanbe' gesture at him and turning away.
As she walked off, she lifted her arm and sniffed. Immediately, she scrunched up her nose and muttered.
"Ugh… I stink."
Realizing how badly she smelled after the intense fight, Kiana dashed straight to the showers aboard the Hyperion.
(Regarding the simulated versions of Yumeji and Siegfried, while they could see, hear, converse, and even feel pain to enhance the realism of the simulation, they were incapable of detecting scents or tasting food. The reason why the simulated Yumeji constantly ate snacks in front of Kiana was purely to irritate her, as she was starving due to missing dinner.)
*Back to Bronya's side*
As the green plasma flashes illuminating the night sky gradually dimmed, Bronya raised her eyes to assess the enemy's condition.
The words "Time Over" echoed in her ears as her X-Bunny armor immediately dissipated. Bronya's knees buckled slightly as she dropped to the ground, her body flushed red and drenched in sweat as if she had just stepped out of a sauna.
Despite having a built-in time limit to prevent overheating, her muscles were still in a state of exhaustion and on the verge of cramping, prompting Mei to support her by draping an arm around her shoulder.
Together, they gazed up at the night sky. As the smoke and dust settled, and the light faded, the figure of the man was revealed.
His energy barrier had been completely shattered. His entire body was scorched and burned. His cloak had been incinerated, and his back was riddled with wounds, bleeding profusely.
The most severe injury, however, was his left arm, now completely charred black. Even from a distance, Bronya could faintly detect the acrid stench of burnt flesh in the air.
But more than that, a much sharper, almost chlorine-like scent assaulted both Bronya and Mei's noses—an inevitable result of the ionized atmosphere left behind by Bronya's plasma bombardment.
Though his current state was undeniably miserable, in a twisted way…
It was an extraordinary miracle.
Because under normal circumstances…
He should have been dead.
His entire body, by all logic, should have been torn apart by the searing hot plasma, incinerated down to the subatomic level in the raging storm of destruction that Bronya had woven with her perfectly precise energy blasts. In a world dictated by the conventional laws of physics, where thermodynamics reigned supreme, all that should have remained of him was a faint trail of ionized gas, drifting like the remnants of a collapsed star.
But no—he was still alive.
His body, though severely damaged, was still intact. His left arm, once a complete biological structure, no longer existed in any recognizable form—bone, flesh, nerves—all had been shattered, burned into a charred lump of meat where exposed blood vessels lay like ruptured pipelines, spewing a thick, viscous black fluid, denser than the blood of an ordinary human. Every time his heart contracted, drops of that liquid oozed out, vaporizing instantly upon contact with the searing heat of the battlefield.
He roared.
Not out of pain—he had suffered worse injuries than this. But the rage—the primal wrath screaming through every cell in his body—that was what was driving him mad. His eyes, bloodshot and filled with a wild, seething fury, were locked onto his target. Every muscle left in his body was tensed, ready to lunge, to crush, to deliver absolute vengeance.
He wanted to kill that girl.
He wanted to grind every bone in her body to dust, to tear her apart until not a single recognizable piece of her remained.
But...
Something was holding him back.
An invisible pressure.
Deep in the recesses of his subconscious, where survival instincts still lingered despite his rage-clouded mind, he felt something off. A chill slithered down his spine, threading through his nerves, compelling him to stay still—even though every fiber of his being wanted to lunge forward and rip her apart.
For the first time in his life, he felt fear.
A pure, undeniable fear—because for the first time, he wasn't sure if he could win.
Or maybe… it was fear of death.
But miraculously, luck had smiled upon him this time.
That damn brat's armor was gone.
He fell silent for a brief moment.
Then he let out a burst of crazed laughter—a laughter so maniacal it felt like it could echo to the ends of the earth.
"BWAHAHAHA!!"
His laughter reverberated through the air, blending with the distorted hum of superheated air. At first, it was just a mad cackle, but then it morphed into a deep, guttural sneer of utter disdain.
"Looks like you can only maintain that form for one minute, huh?! Bwahahaha!!"
The fear from earlier was erased completely from his mind.
In its place—pure, unfiltered delight.
"You were so terrifying just now!!... But now…"
A wicked grin spread across his face.
"DIE!! YOU DAMNED RAT!! YOU AND THAT STUPID FRIEND OF YOURS!!!"
He raised his remaining arm.
And then—space distorted.
A gravitational singularity appeared.
No larger than a basketball, yet carrying the force of absolute annihilation.
Everything within a 50-meter radius was pulled toward it. The debris of battle, the drops of black blood leaking from his body, even light itself twisted as it was dragged into the miniature abyss. Atoms, photons—nothing could resist its pull.
It was like a fragment of space itself had collapsed.
A miniature doomsday device of the universe.
It wasn't large enough to form a true black hole, but it was more than enough to reduce anything it touched into nothingness.
He turned his gaze to Bronya.
The little girl was barely standing, leaning against her friend's shoulder for support. No more armor. No more weapons. No means to resist.
He grinned.
"Bwahahaha, today will be your death anniversary, you little brat."
And then, he hurled it.
The singularity surged toward Bronya and Mei, sealing what should have been their inevitable, painful demise.
And yet, there wasn't a single trace of fear on Bronya's face.
She had already fulfilled her role—she had saved Mei.
Which meant her turn was over.
Now, it was time for the next player.
Even though it was a girls' dormitory, it was still within the academy grounds.
And according to school regulations, excessive noise during the night was strictly prohibited.
Especially under the watchful eyes of someone extremely strict with herself—despite not even being a member of the disciplinary committee.
And that person was—
BOOM!
Just as the gravitational anomaly was about to reach Bronya and Mei, ensuring their inevitable fate—
It was intercepted by a massive ancient tree, hurled like a cannonball.
The moment the colossal tree collided with the singularity, something beyond comprehension occurred.
The black sphere trembled for a fraction of a second, as if it were a living entity experiencing violent convulsions. Its spiraling energy distorted, twisted—then shattered like glass.
And then—it vanished.
No explosion. No dazzling light show.
It simply… ceased to exist.
The so-called "First Herrscher" widened his eyes in shock.
"What the—?!"
No time to think.
A shadow streaked through the night—a force of nature moving so fast that even the most advanced surveillance cameras wouldn't be able to analyze its motion.
And before he could react—
CRACK!!
A devastating punch smashed into his face with the force of a meteor slamming into Earth's surface.
His skull rang like a church bell struck at dawn on a Sunday. His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets, his front teeth embedded themselves into his gums, and his lips tore apart like shredded paper.
The air howled past his ears as his body was sent flying, spinning wildly like a ragdoll caught in a hurricane.
He crashed into the academy's training grounds with a deafening impact, carving a crater into the earth before coming to a pitiful, motionless stop—like a piece of discarded trash.
Back in Bronya's wrecked dormitory, she looked up at the newcomer, unfazed, as if she had already known they would arrive.
And that person was—
"Bronya knew you would come, Class President."
Yes. The one who had just sent the First Herrscher crashing straight into the ground was none other than Fu Hua.
She stood there, exuding a cold yet imposing aura. Her bluish-purplish hair was drenched in sweat from hours of relentless training. She wore a simple but tight-fitting gym outfit that accentuated her well-toned body, every curve honed by the discipline of a true warrior.
Normally, she wouldn't push herself this hard. But ever since Yumeji had unwillingly become her disciple, Fu Hua had refused to stagnate.
That kid had improved at an absurd speed in just three months. And if she didn't want to be left behind by her own student, training was her only choice.
But now wasn't the time to think about that.
Chunks of shattered concrete and twisted metal from the wrecked dormitory rained down like a storm.
Yet, even in the face of such chaos, Fu Hua remained unfazed.
She simply took a deep breath.
BOOM!!
Her fists shot up, shattering every obstacle with terrifying precision.
Not a single wasted movement.
Not a single wasted strike.
Only the cold, calculated destruction of a true war god.
In the distance, her enemy sprang back up by manipulating gravity, levitating himself midair. But before he could regain his bearings, before he could even utter a word—
Fu Hua was already upon him.
Fast as the wind.
Her fist tore through the air with lethal intent—but it missed.
Fu Hua paused for a brief second, her hand tightening slightly in contemplation.
Seeing her standing motionless below, that arrogant bastard burst into another fit of deranged laughter.
"Bwahahahaha!!! A brute like you, relying only on raw violence, will never be able to lay a finger on me. For I am the First Herrscher!! Bwahahahaha!!"
He boasted shamelessly, even as one side of his face was already swollen purple and his two front teeth were missing thanks to Fu Hua's earlier strike.
Making his face look utterly ridiculous, like a cheap clown prowling around alleys trying to lure children.
Fu Hua glanced at him briefly before stomping the ground.
Her stomp was so powerful that it sent chunks of dirt and debris flying into the air.
Then, with a swift sweeping kick, she launched a barrage of stone shards toward him.
"Useless, useless."
Predictably, his barrier effortlessly blocked the attack.
But Fu Hua didn't waver. She leapt down to the training grounds and began running.
At an astonishing speed.
50 km/h
Dust storms began to swirl around her feet.
100 km/h
At this velocity, the dust thickened into a whirlwind, and even the surrounding trees started to tremble under its force.
200 km/h
At this speed, Fu Hua's figure seemed to vanish, becoming nearly impossible to track. The sandstorm had thickened so much that it completely engulfed the training ground, pulling in debris and shattered bricks alike.
500 km/h
By now, even the surrounding structures had begun to shake violently, uprooted and swept away by the storm.
1000 km/h
An absurd speed.
Like Yumeji and Kiana before her, Fu Hua had now reached the threshold of supersonic velocity—stepping into a realm where only bullets and war machines reigned.
"What the hell!? What the hell ARE you!?"
For the first time, the First Herrscher felt fear creeping into his bones.
The woman before him had just kicked his entire understanding of reality into the trash.
She was monstrous.
The storm Fu Hua had created now surged straight into the sky, a towering vortex of sheer destruction.
Even the nearby dormitory trembled violently, as if it stood before an approaching typhoon.
BOOM! BOOM!
Then—Fu Hua leaped.
And the raging tornado she had summoned followed her, charging straight at her enemy.
His eyes widened in horror.
Before he could react, before he could even comprehend what was happening—he had already been swallowed into the eye of the storm.
With no other choice, he raised his hands, summoning a spherical energy barrier around himself.
But Fu Hua—riding the storm itself—unleashed a barrage of punches from all directions.
BOOM! BOOM!!
His protective field was crushed instantly.
No miracle could save him from the hurricane of fists that followed.
Fu Hua's arms moved at inhuman speed, her punches relentless—like a Gatling Gun forged from human flesh and bone.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!!
Each strike crackled through the air like bolts of lightning, filling the entire space within the storm with raw, unfiltered violence. The impact struck him over and over again, grinding him down like a helpless body trapped inside an industrial meat grinder.
Every blow carried the weight of thousands of hours of relentless training.
And then—
THUD!!
One devastating punch pierced through his defenses, slamming straight into his gut.
His body folded inward like a shrimp, lungs squeezed shut, all air forced from his chest.
And then—
CRACK!
A brutal uppercut shattered his jaw.
His head snapped back, teeth rattling loose.
THUD!
A direct hit to the nose, breaking it instantly—his entire face contorted, warped beyond recognition, as if he were a clay sculpture crushed by a merciless hand.
And finally—
Fu Hua's axe kick came down like a blade of judgment, cleaving into his spine.
CRACK!
The sickening sound of bones snapping rang clear.
Several of his vertebrae had likely been broken.
His consciousness flickered.
Then, like a marionette whose strings had been cut, his body collapsed—plummeting to the ground, motionless.
Fu Hua stood there.
Silent.
Because there was no need for words.
For her very existence alone was an absolute declaration:
Here, in this moment—she was the strongest.
*******
"YOUUUU BAAASTAAAARD!!"
He—the wretched fool who once called himself the First Herrscher, the mighty overlord, the one who wielded boundless power—was now screaming like a cornered beast.
A howl of desperation, rage, agony— and above all, an unbearable, soul-crushing humiliation.
His bloodshot eyes darted wildly, pupils contracting and expanding erratically as if his shattered brain was still struggling to process the brutal reality—
He was being beaten to a pulp.
No, not just beaten. Torn apart. Crushed. Reduced to nothing, piece by agonizing piece.
He couldn't accept it.
He was the First Herrscher! The Lord of Gravity! The one who once walked through battlefields like a god among insects! And yet now—he was being pulverized like a worthless sandbag, tossed around like a pathetic mouse in the jaws of a merciless cat.
"NEVER!!"
He shrieked, unleashing every last ounce of power left in his broken body.
From the glowing mark on his forehead, radiant blue roots spread like wildfire, burrowing into his muscles, veins, and cells—forcing them to squeeze out every last drop of strength.
And then—
BOOM!!!!
A devastating shockwave erupted.
The entire dormitory shook as if struck by a magnitude-10 earthquake. Massive slabs of concrete were torn from their foundations, windows shattered into a rain of razor-sharp shards, and the ground beneath cracked open like hell itself was yawning to swallow the world.
Everything within a hundred-meter radius was caught in the storm of destruction.
But before he could do anything—
A slender yet deathly hand gripped his throat and yanked him into the sky at breakneck speed.
Fu Hua.
She gave him no time to resist. Not a single second to catch his breath.
High above, she let go.
And the moment he started plummeting—
She struck.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Her fists crashed into his face like a living Gatling Gun.
Each punch shattered something—a sickening crack, a tooth flying loose, a piece of flesh caving in under sheer force.
His body spasmed, flailing like a fish being skinned alive.
"YOU VIOLENT BITCH—!!"
BAM!
A devastating punch to the temple. His vision darkened.
"YOU CRAZY WHORE—!!"
BAM!
A brutal uppercut sent his jaw nearly snapping out of place.
"YOU GODDAMN GORILLA—!!"
BOOM!!!!
A punch so powerful it ripped through the air itself, launching him back toward the earth like a falling meteor.
CRAAASH!!!
The impact sent the ground shattering apart.
A deep, human-shaped crater formed in the very center of the training grounds.
He lay there, twitching, choking on blood and saliva that dribbled from his shattered lips.
His presence was gone.
His strength was gone.
All that remained was a broken, defeated wretch, crushed in every possible sense of the word.
Shivering, he weakly scraped his fingers against the ground—like an insect that had had its wings torn off.
Tears of humiliation slid down his bruised and swollen cheeks.
And then, with the last dying breath still clinging to his body, he lifted his trembling gaze and pleaded:
"P-Please… S-Spare me… I-I was wrong… No more…"
The once-proud Herrscher—the so-called overlord—was now groveling like a crippled dog.
Fu Hua stared down at him.
Cold. Unmoved. Silent.
He swallowed dryly, desperately trying to push himself up—but his mangled limbs refused to obey.
His voice cracked, pleading again:
"Please… P-Please, let me live… I-I was just… I was just being controlled! I had no choice! I didn't want this! I have a family, I have people I care about, I—!!"
BOOM!!!!
A single, merciless kick caved into his skull—cutting off his pathetic sobs.
His broken body rolled limply across the ground before coming to a stop, wheezing like a decayed sack of meat.
The once-mighty warlord was now nothing but garbage beneath someone's heel.
A living corpse. A crippled mutt. A disgraced loser with nothing left to lose.
His shame had reached its limit.
No honor.
No pride.
Just a worthless, pathetic wretch, crying in despair—knowing that even begging for mercy was now meaningless.
o0o
Hello everyone, it's Yumeji here.
Even though I'm the main character, I've been completely sidelined for this entire event. So, I'll be taking on the role of the narrator—just so you guys don't forget about me.
You could say I'm breaking the fourth wall right now.
Now, let's talk about how that third-rate villain pulled off his absurd dodging technique.
Basically, he managed to detach himself from Earth's rotation by dispersing the planet's gravitational vector away from his own body.
See, Earth is constantly spinning at a speed of about 1657 km/h. Normally, we don't feel it because we're standing on solid ground and are subject to its gravitational pull—
Think of it like sitting in a car with a seatbelt on.
But what that cheap trickster did wasn't just taking off his seatbelt—
He jumped out of the car.
This means that any attack aimed at him would miss, because his opponents were still moving along with the planet's rotation, while he wasn't.
Of course, pulling off this stunt is insanely risky—
One misstep, and he'd get yeeted to the other side of the planet since there's nothing keeping him grounded anymore.
That's why he always had a dual-layer energy barrier around himself—
One layer for defense, and one layer to act as a braking mechanism, preventing the planet from drifting too far away from him.
Basically, a fixed anchor point to keep himself stable on Earth.
And how did Master counter that?
Simple.
She covered his body in a layer of high-speed friction, preventing him from drifting away while the planet continued moving.
That left him with no choice but to stay put—because if he dropped his defenses to increase his drift speed, he'd be shredded to bits by the storm Fu Hua created.
It didn't matter how good he was at dodging—the storm had already engulfed every possible escape route.
Even if he tried shifting his position, he'd still take damage.
And let's not forget—the planet's rotation was actively pulling the storm past him.
From his perspective, this meant the storm's rotation speed was getting multiplied exponentially.
If he didn't want to be turned into mincemeat, his only option was to stay still like a punching bag and take Master's blows head-on.