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“Chidori: Falling Thunder!” Sasuke’s strike speared the spindle.

Natsu’s golden fire washed the opening and superheated the conduit gel.

The command pulses desynced; the upper arms swung out of rhythm and tore their own ligaments with wet snaps.

Snap!

The Desolate God tried to retreat, lower limbs plowing furrows as it dragged its mass backward.

It had none of its fearlessness anymore as it seemed to know that it could die here permanently. Even if it survived, it would be as another being with none of its current autonomy.

Specter’s pressure pinned the fleeing mist-network that had already begun to slither from the breach, denying it the seconds it needed to reweave.

Wither placed a final seed into the exposed lens.

“Withering Heart Bomb!”

The inner ring split with a sharp crack. The core spindle unraveled into smoking threads. For a heartbeat the body held together on reflex, then the back pipes let out a hollow, falling note and the whole frame sagged.

Plates slid off. Membranes caved in. The mass sank into a collapsing mound.

Cell-mist boiled up from the collapse. It tried to form the Desolate God again, but the analysis marks cut the pattern apart.

The mass tore once, tore twice, then broke into a dozen smaller clumps.

Each clump twitched, thickened, and set into a separate Desolate Beast.

They staggered, weak and out of sync.

Specter stepped forward. His aura pressed down.

Thud.

One by one, the beasts fell and dissolved for good, leaving only steaming pits in the scorched earth and a ring of blackened trees leaning away from the blast.

And yet there were still many more Desolet beasts coming from the dissolved cloud.

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Outside the battlefield, Machi and the others stared in awe.

“This is the captain’s strength?”

“So strong…”

“There’s no way this is something a normal human could achieve.”

“When will we be able to reach that level?”

And most shocking of all—Ron’s age. Even now, he had not yet turned twenty.

In this world, the overwhelming majority at that age were unmarried, jobless, lost, exploited, and still adapting to society.

While Ron had already surpassed the limits of the Zoldyck family.

In the past, he took pride in being a member of the Zoldycks. Now, the Zoldyck family took pride in having produced someone like Ron.

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The remaining Desolate Beasts concentrated their firepower again—this time, targeting Yuzuru Yamai. Even among beasts, the instinct to eliminate support units first surfaced.

Yuzuru Yamai’s condition became dangerous. The Desolate Beasts felt a flicker of triumph. But what they failed to notice was that, without their awareness, a strange symbol had slowly begun to appear across their bodies—the Observation Platform’s hidden mark.

Ron watched the pattern on their hides. The Analysis lines from the Observation Platform linked and shifted. Most marks stayed faint.

However, one mark brightened.

A single Desolate Beast at the edge of the pack lowered its head and backed away step by step, using the others as cover. Its color dulled to match the ash. It slid toward the trees, slow and steady, trying to slip out of sight.

“There,” Ron said.

The bright mark on that beast pulsed in the team’s vision. The rest were simply a distraction. This one still carried a fragment of the core logic from the Desolate God.

If it escaped, the cycle would start again.

“Pin it.”

Bumblebee cut across the line and fired a warning burst. The beast flinched and broke into a sprint for the brush.

“Do not let it get away!” Ron shouted.

All eyes turned to the marked target.

“Fire Dragon’s Roar!”

Natsu drew a deep breath and let it go. A golden stream of fire blasted across the clearing and hit the beast side-on.

“Chidori.”

Lightning gathered in Sasuke’s hand. He flashed in on the fire’s wake and drove the strike into the exposed flank.

“Withering Heart Bomb.”

Wither’s palm touched down. A dark bloom spread under her hand.

Bumblebee’s shoulder cannon kicked.

Boom!

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon dived. A claw speared down through the beast’s back.

“Room,” Trafalgar Law said. The field snapped into place.

“Shambles.” Flesh parted on clean lines.

Gluttony followed last. Its jaw opened wide.

Crunch!

It bit directly into the glowing mark.

The damage spiked at once. The Analysis lines flared, and every hit landed more then tenfold in damage.

Flame cooked through.

Lightning shredded the nerves.

The bomb chewed the healing loop apart.

Cuts opened where there had been no seams.

The dragon’s claw pinned it to the earth.

And finally, Gluttony tore free a chunk the size of a boulder.

The special Desolate Beast collapsed. Its body ran like wet sand. Cell-mist boiled up and tried to rebuild, but the Analysis still hung over it like a net and cut the pattern every time it formed.

The mass tore once, tore twice, then broke apart into smaller clumps that hardened into ordinary Desolate Beasts.

They were weak and out of sync.

Specter stepped forward. His aura pressed down once again.

Thud.

But this time the lesser beasts fell one after another and melted for good, leaving shallow pits in the scorched ground and a ring of black trunks leaning away from the blast.

Something heavy rolled out of the remains of the special one. A metal ingot, dull grey with faint lines across the surface, slid along the glassed soil.

Natsu moved and caught it cleanly.

Ron’s beasts retracted on cue. Ron checked the item through the lens of the platform, then drew out a six-sided glass box with reinforced edges and a tight seal. He set the ingot inside and locked it down so not even air could pass.

“This is the Forbidden Core?”

“It can absorb belief?”

“And the method of use… is to forge this ingot into a statue for people to worship?”

Ron stored the Forbidden Core inside Sumas’s space.

“Ponzu, lead the way.”

“Yes, Captain.”

The four of them headed toward the location Ponzu’s bees had discovered in the reverse world.

Chii remained present the entire time. Maintaining her form wasn’t any real drain for Ron now. If Chii could help map out the Dark Continent using her ability, Ron believed that alone would be extremely valuable—whether for personal use or for sale, its worth was immense.

They encountered many dangerous beasts along the way, including some on the same disaster level as the Desolate Beast. But Ron didn’t engage. He simply marked them.

A valley came into view. Ron sensed something unusual. He didn’t need to probe or analyze—information naturally surfaced in his mind. But that was all. He didn’t know what lay beyond.

He didn’t know what the valley contained.

Ron didn’t rush in. He adjusted his state to peak condition.

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Two days later, he stepped into the valley.

Almost immediately, a pull rose from the ground. Light gathered under his feet and drew him forward.

The air cooled and the rock walls stretched into something resembling a long corridor.

The floor turned smooth and each step slid a little, like a slow river carrying him.

From Ponzu and the others’ view at the valley mouth, Ron blurred in place while a second outline slid ahead and vanished. They held position and waited for his return.

Ron steadied his breath, set Ten, kept a thin Ren, and raised the Observation Platform to mark himself as the Audience; a faint circle of aura formed under his boots and moved with him.

It felt like he was being transported somewhere, held in place and unable to move on his own anymore.

Click!

The stone shivered and thinned; the wall on his right turned clear.

Outside wasn’t more stone or dirt; it looked like space—a black sea scattered with lights. Ron lifted his head and looked out.

Far, far away, a creature rolled by—four hundred meters from crown to belly, limbs layered like roots. A disc of eyes drifted past, blinking out of rhythm across a span the size of a field. A long mouth opened without sound.

Whumm.

The corridor shivered once and then settled while Ron kept his stance low and his aura tight to skin. It looked like he was crossing a border between zones.

Whumm… whumm.

Pale rings rose from the floor and spun around him. Each one tightened in turn, like locks closing.

Click.

A straight line of light drew the path ahead and pulled him forward.

Outside, a spine-studded tail slid along the clear wall, seeming to feel out before striking its target.

The creature’s eyes turned toward Ron and held there, tracking his motion. Its body shifted to face him; the tail angled for a strike.

Ron immediately activated his ability and marked himself as the Audience, and watched the angle of approach. It looked like the transport had been noticed by this creature and targeted.

Screee!

The tail scraped the wall in a test pass. When the pane didn’t offer any protection, the creature committed.

It lunged!

The barbed tail thrust through the clear plane and drove straight for Ron’s chest.

Thud!

The circle under his feet flashed once. The tail passed through him like mist—and hit the floor behind him.

Boom!

The corridor split wider than the eye could see. The floor tore into a canyon tens of kilometres wide, the walls buckled and snapped, and the ceiling peeled back in slabs.

A shockwave punched down the passage, flattening the air and blasting stone like shrapnel. Cracks spidered ahead for another kilometre before fading.

Ron’s hands went cold. Without the Audience rule, that strike would have erased him, leaving nothing behind.

This single strike made him sese any thought of fighting this beast. He could only defend.

The creature recoiled, confused; its eyes refocused on Ron, then narrowed as if pondering if this meal was worth it.

It looked like the attack had landed, yet done nothing.

Whumm… whumm.

The hum deepened. Another ring tightened and pulled him ahead. The line of light brightened to guide the next step.

A new shadow leaned close—over a hundred meters long, six jointed arms, a belly lit by pale lamps. It fixed on him, arms spreading, then folded them into a thrust. The scythe-arm cut through the wall with a dry hiss and swept for his neck.

Thud.

The blow reached Ron—and passed. The corridor steadied. He kept his stance low and his breathing even.

They would have torn him apart if not for the Audience rule; the blows passed through only because of his ability.

Any one of these creatures was an apex predator that could devastate the Human World.

A different creature pressed up next—a canyon-wide mouth with rows of teeth grinding as it sighted in. Frost spread where its breath hit. The jaws opened and bit down, timing the snap with the transport’s pull.

Crunch.

The bite closed on his body and slid through as if he were smoke.

Ron didn’t answer with any other technique. He counted the rings as they clicked—and could only hope he reached his destination before he ran out of nen.

The Audience rule made him untouchable while the system moved him; anyone else would have died countless times already. His ability perfectly countered this path.

Then a third form arrived above—thin tendrils drifting down, each tipped with a small eye. They hovered, tracked his heart line, and reached through the wall to probe his ribs and throat, picking points to pierce.

Ssshhh.

The tips passed through without contact, like cold air across skin. The tendrils withdrew, changed angle, and tried again as the next ring tightened and slid him out of reach.

It looked like the tunnel tested him with each step, then allowed him to pass.

The pull grew firm. The corridor curved, then straightened.

Finally, the last ring drew tight.

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