"How long before he arrives?" Void asked, locking his gaze in the direction the angel had been staring.

(Instantly)

"Oh shit…" Void muttered as his eyes narrowed immediately.

Space seemed to freeze as Void found it extremely difficult to even move. His cells screamed, his scales crawling violently.

"What an entrance…" Void said with a grin.

(Host, you should have run away.)

"Man, shut up. Besides, a quasi Rank 4 being can't kill me, bitch," Void spat as he chuckled.

Baoemmm—

Space rolled violently as a massive tear opened, and then a foot stepped out.

Soft.

Angelic.

Divine.

Void's eyes widened. Even the most beautiful human couldn't hold a candle to this being.

Her body was pure perfection, every curve exquisitely defined. She was barefoot, with only two long angelic wings stretching from her back.

Her body glowed with divine brilliance, her hair flowing like radiant strands of law itself.

Around her floated ever-rotating orbs, each filled with an infinite amount of Origin.

Void gulped.

"Damn… she's beautiful," Void said with a grin.

"System, check her stats," Void said expectantly.

(Ding)

Host: ???

Race: Angelic Race

Bloodline: Bloodline of the Ruler

Rank: Quasi Rank 4 (Rank 6 sealed)

Strength: Rank 4

Speed: Rank 4

Stamina: Rank 4

Weapon: Her body

Origin: All studied to perfection

Laws: All studied to perfection

Title: The One Above All, The One Who Stood Before the Light, Demon's Nightmare

"Bitch…" Void blurted out, his body trembling.

"System, are you experiencing a bug right now?" Void asked, his expression devastated.

What the actual fuck.

This wasn't just terrifying, this was stupid.

An outright killer.

(Sadly, no, Host.)

"Sadly yes, you bitch. How the fuck is she quasi Rank 4? All her stat points are at Rank 4. Not to mention..damn what does 'sealed' even mean? She's fucking Rank 6?"

(Host, currently she is quasi Rank 4, but she has the ability to rapidly grow until she reaches Rank 6. That is why Rank 6 is sealed. Her base power is quasi Rank 4, and she will eventually revert to it.)

"So this means she's a fucking Rank 6 being. What the fuck… is this how existence works? Filled with anomalies?" Void sighed in frustration.

No wonder the system said he could never win. Now he finally understood why. Unless he himself reached Rank 6, he would definitely lose.

But death?

Ha.

Can a Rank 6 being even kill him?

…Probably.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"Demon Sovereign Osiris," a soft feminine voice spoke.

Void turned toward her. Her beauty was undeniable, but he felt it, there was a terrifying aura wrapped tightly around her .

If that aura were released, Void would likely be crushed instantly into blood and meat paste.

Still, Void pretended.

"Who are you, and how do you know my original name?" Void asked.

As it

was known, every demon possessed an original name. Through it, their soul and consciousness could be grasped, making them easily killable. Thankfully, a demon's true name was extremely long Osiris was only a fragment of Void's original name.

"I am Kyle," she said calmly. "My job is to hunt demons and kill them in specific realms. Others, I capture. As for you… you fall under the first category."

Void knew it immediately.

This was an expert.

She didn't look at him with indifference, hatred, or disgust the way angels usually looked at demons.

This

This

Was simply calm observation.

"I know you don't believe me," Kyle said calmly. "So attack."

Void paused, his mind spiraling with countless thoughts

For the first time in a very long while, his mind didn't immediately surge forward with arrogance or hunger. It stalled. Thoughts tangled. Calculations screamed contradictions.

She stood there.

Not threatening.

Not mocking.

Not even interested.

Just… present.

That alone was wrong.

Angels hated demons. They spat holy wrath, screamed justice, drowned battlefields in self-righteous fury. This one? She merely looked at him, eyes calm, ancient, unbearably clear like void was just the same like the speck of star dust in space.

Void clenched his fist, his pride ego was burned.

She thinks I won't dare.

Fine.

If she wanted proof, he'd carve it into existence itself.

"Don't blink," Void muttered, lips curling. "You might miss it."

Darkness erupted.

The Origin of Darkness surged outward, swallowing space in an instant. Shadows layered upon shadows, collapsing light, devouring visibility, turning the battlefield into an abyss where even Origins should suffocate.

Void moved.

He didn't step, he erased distance more like a flash step.

Death followed his motion, the Origin of Death coating his limbs, his presence sharpening into an executioner's edge. His hand descended toward her throat, carrying finality, inevitability. Destruction

Then nothing void watched as his fingers stopped, not blocked by her nor deflected but Stopped.

Exactly one Mythological unit from her skin.

The darkness evaporated. Not dispersed. Not repelled.

Erased.

Void's eyes widened.

"What…?" he muttered.

Kyle didn't move.

Didn't blink.

Didn't even acknowledge the attack.

Void ripped himself backward, space tearing under his movement. His heart thunderednot fear, no but disbelief.

He raised his hand again.

This time, Devouring Origin awakened.

The amspace screamed.

Reality warped as a spiraling maw of annihilation formed, a vortex designed to consume not flesh, not energy but existence. Laws bent inward, screaming as they were dragged toward Void's palm.

"Get eaten," Void snarled.

The vortex surged toward Kyle and finally it vanished.

Gone no resistance. no clash.no reaction.

Just… gone.

Void froze.

His grin twitched.

"That's cute," he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. "You're playing tricks."

Kyle tilted her head slightly.

Barely.

"That was not a trick," she said softly.

Her voice carried no threat.

Which made it worse.

Void growled and slammed his foot down.

Creation Origin.

Matter bloomed violently. Spears, chains, blades, entire structures forged from raw conceptual substance burst forth, each layered with Death, Darkness, and Devouring simultaneously.

The sixth layer of space

cracked.

The ruins around dissolved.

Void pointed.

"Erase her."

The constructs lunged.

They reached her and

then...dissolved Like they had never been. Void's breathing grew heavy.

His chest rose and fell.

His mind screamed numbers, odds, escape routes.

( Host,

Your current retreat probability is... 0...)

"Shut up," Void snapped.

He lifted both arms.

Oblivion Origin.

This was not destruction.

This was absence.

A sphere of pure nothingness expanded outward, consuming sound, consuming color, consuming meaning itself. Even Void felt a chill as it left him, this power erased even him if misused.

Kyle stood within it.

Unmoved.

Untouched.

The Oblivion collapsed before reaching her, folding inward like a dying thought.

Void staggered back.

His grin cracked.

"…You're not even defending," he muttered.

Kyle's gaze met his.

"There is nothing to defend against."

That...That hit harder than any attack.

Void roared.

He moved again, faster, stacking Origins recklessly. Death. Darkness. Devouring. Creation. Oblivion. All five burned simultaneously, tearing at his own existence as he forced them to harmonize.

He struck.

A thousand times.

A million.

Each blow carried annihilation.

Each strike stopped.

Exactly one Mythological unit away.

Every single time.

His fists passed through space

that felt like glass. Space rippled, rejecting him. Reality itself refused to allow contact.

His attacks didn't fail.

They were denied.

Void skidded back, panting, eyes wide, pupils trembling.

"What the fuck are you?" he breathed.

Kyle finally moved.

One step.

Just one.

The pressure exploded.

Void's knees buckled as space compressed around him. His bones screamed. His scales crawled violently, instincts shrieking danger louder than ever before.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself upright.

"Tch… this your intimidation tactic?" he spat. "I've seen worse."

Kyle regarded him quietly.

"You cannot touch me," she said. "Not because you are weak. But because you are… unqualified."

The word burned.

Void laughed, sharp, cracked, manic.

"Unqualified?" he echoed. "I've devoured gods. I've erased realms. I've torn angels apart and fed their souls to the Abyss."

Kyle nodded once.

"I know."

That acknowledgment chilled him more than denial ever could.

Void's laughter died.

His mind raced.

No damage.

No reaction.

No growth.

She wasn't adapting.

She wasn't countering.

She was simply beyond him.

(System: Host, outcome probability is...)

"Don't," Void hissed. "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

He clenched his fists, power raging uselessly beneath his skin.

Every instinct screamed one word.

Run.

But his pride, his pride refused,

his ego didn't

budge, all his effort, all the hardworking, were there for nothing

? What the... no no no, he got this by his own power,

no one, nothing helped him yet.. this being... this angel..

Void straightened, forcing a grin onto his face.

"Heh… figures," he muttered. "The heaven finally sends someone I can't eat."

Kyle's eyes softened.

Not with mercy.

With certainty.

Void glanced past her, toward the direction her gaze had first lingered.

A presence loomed. Something

as strong as he was lurking in a taboo realm

His throat tightened.

"…How long before he arrives?" Void asked quietly.

Kyle didn't answer.She didn't need to because she didn't

care. To her he was just another weakly

but tot void it was terrifying,that was a rank 4 being.

Void exhaled slowly.

His grin faded.

For the first time since his rebirth, since his rise, since his endless victories

A single thought echoed in his mind.

Heavy.

Cold.

Unavoidable.

"Was this… the end"?