Unrivaled in another world-Chapter 195: A Warning

[: 3rd POV :]**

The sky began to split.

It didn't

cracked nor did it thundered, it was as though the heavens themselves were peeled open by colossal, unseen claws.

The humongous gates that had manifested earlier now throbbed with power so immense that even the shattered reality around them trembled like frightened glass.

Then it began.

It was a mixture of a roar, a choir, a hu, a gravitational collapse and a

bit of cosmic whisper.

First, there was thousands, then tens of thousands and eventually, hundreds of thousands of invaders spilled out of the gates.

There were beings made of star-metal.

Beings made of shadows thicker than night.

Beings made from divine flame, abyssal storms, cosmic nebulae, and impossible geometries.

Daniel watched calmly, hands in his pockets, his eyes gleaming with growing interest.

There were no fear or hesitation in his eyes.

It felt like this was just another day of walking in a park for him.

But among the countless invaders, ten figures stood above all.

No, instead, the invaders behind them were beneath them.

The moment they appeared, the skies darkened, the domains cracked, and even the Royal Families felt their hearts tighten.

These were not Apostles.

These were Conquerors.

Beings that were terrifying just to say their name.

And each faction had sent exactly one.

The gate vomited black cosmic fire as a dragon-shaped silhouette descended.

A humanoid figure walked out with jet-black armor, obsidian wings folded behind him, long white hair flowing like smoke.

His voice rumbled like a dying star.

"This world stinks of mediocrity. Why in the void did the Black Dragon Sovereign waste essence on this?"

This was a conqueror whose name was known as Zarvath the Eater of Planets.

He sniffed the air and immediately frowned in disgust.

On the other hand, another gate shined with nebula light, galaxies swirling inside.

A holographic starfield projected behind a slender armored woman, her eyes like collapsing supernovae.

"Is this… dirt? Are we truly standing on soil? How barbaric."*

She floated above the others, sneering.

She was Conqueror of the Nova Galactic Empire also known as Imperatrix Solara-Vex.

At the same time, a silent, eerie rippling of constellations formed a figure wearing robes stitched with moving star maps.

His voice sounded like a thousand whispers layered together.

The Conqueror of Constellation of Whispering Star, Astraeus Murmuris.

He sighed.

"I expected a battlefield worthy of prophecy… not this provincial slum."

A gate of iron thundered open, metal scraping metal.

A titan of pure adamantine stepped out, twenty meters tall.

Garruk Ironbound, Conqueror of the Iron Colossus Legion.

He stomped once and the earth cracked.

"This world wouldn't survive even a warm-up stretch."

At the same time, a gate of radiant gold burst open.

Then, a woman in blazing dawnfire armor descended, every footstep leaving trails of sunlight.

Seraphiel Auroraheart, Conqueror of the Radiant Dawn and the moment she appeared, she scoffed as though the world upon her was beneath her.

"Such dimness… have they no sun here? This is why I wouldn't want to be here"

As the Conqueror of the Radiant dawn appeared, a gate of liquid night poured out tendrils of void-water.

A figure emerged, faceless, shifting, dripping in shadow.

Nyxthalos the Drowned Eclipse, the Shadow Conqueror of the Tide of Shadows.

His voice was a gurgling whisper.

"To think we're sent to erase… this puddle."

As light and dark appeared, there was the Conqueror of God of Stormforge.

And the moment, the conqueror appeared, thunder exploded as though the manifestion of heavenly wrath had appeared.

A warrior wreathed in molten lightning strode out, hammer crackling with storms.

Thorgar Stormbrand, the Conqueror of Stormforge.

He growled as he clicked his tongue.

"A waste of divine essence. Even my apprentices wouldn't bother smiting this place."

As these beings appeared, the gate of swirling illusions opened, revealing a floating monk-like figure with ten glowing halos.

Elyndra the Dream-Sculptor, Conqueror of the Mystic Faith.

She sighed dramatically.

"What a spiritually empty realm… how dull"

Eventually, the final gate had appeared as it erupted in crimson flames of extinction.

A skeletal being wearing a crown of dying worlds stepped out.

Mor'Kairon the Extinction of life,Apocalyptic Conqueror.

His empty sockets glowed.

"They sent conquerors to erase this plaent? This is a child's task."

Finally, a cathedral-like gate opened, angelic choirs singing in a warped harmony.

A six-winged angel descended, halo burning black.

Justicar Serion,Conqueror of the Seraphic Order.

He looked around and was disgusted by the sight he saw.

"Why… WHY… are we here? Apostles should've cleaned this filth."

As all of the ten conquerors had appeared, they looked at each other, then at the world, then at Daniel.

They stared at the world again and, then again at Daniel.

And unanimously, they sneered.

"Who is that insect?" Zarvath spoke with eyes of disgust.

"A native? How charming. He's staring at us like he understands what we are." Solara-Vex said as she chuckled.

"The mortal shouldn't be able to withstand our presence. Why is he still… breathing?" Seraphiel Auroraheart spoke with frowned eyes.

Daniel sighed softly.

"Well, that's rude."

"We descend from the highest thrones of existence… and THIS is our target? This must be a mistake." Mor'Kairon scoffed.

"No mistake. But I sense a strange power within him" Astraeus murmured with suspicion.

All eyes turned toward Daniel.

He floated there, calm, hands still in pockets.

"Is that really our target? He looks like an insect to me" Nyxthalos hissed.

"That twig? I could cough on him and he'd disintegrate." Thorgar confidently declared.

"He smells mortal. How disappointing." Elyndra giggled.

"Oh. So you all really came here to die?" Daniel insulted.

There was a heavy silence as though all of the conquerors didn't expect that such a mortal dares to show his disrespect towards them.

And even the invaders whispered nervously while the Conquerors paused, .their brows twitching.

"…What did he just say?" Garruk was shocked.

"Is this their primitive humor? Because if it is, then it's not funny" Serion said.

"Let him. Mortals always joke before execution it's their way to accept their death" Solara-Vex said.

Daniel's smile sharpened.

"Oh no… I'm very serious."

Golden aura crackled around him.

Reality bent and the clouds split further.

The Conquerors took a step back, instinctively.

"…Impossible. Why does this planet have a being stronger than an Apostle?" Zarvath whispered.

Daniel's expression turned cold.

"You insult my world."

"You threaten my people."

"And worst of all..."

He raised his hand.

"You bore me."

The Conquerors felt it.

A pressure far denser than divine essence.

The pressure thickened.

It wasn't heat, nor gravity, nor killing intent in the conventional sense.

It was presence, a density of existence so heavy that even the Conquerors, beings forged to end civilizations, felt their instincts scream.

Daniel hovered there, aura folding into itself like a restrained star.

For the first time since their arrival, the Conquerors stopped sneering.

Zarvath the Eater of Planets narrowed his draconic pupils, obsidian wings flexing once.

The space behind him warped slightly, as if reality itself flinched.

"…This pressure," he muttered.

"It's not borrowed. It's not divine residue."

Solara-Vex's holographic starfield flickered, her composed arrogance cracking for a fraction of a second.

"That's impossible. This planet should not be capable of producing..."

"A...anomaly," Astraeus Murmuris finished quietly, the whispering stars on his robes slowing their motion.

"And yet… here it stands."

Daniel tilted his head, unimpressed.

"Funny," he said calmly.

"That's the same thing your Apostles said."

A ripple passed through the invader ranks.

Thousands of lesser entities instinctively took a step back, their forms destabilizing under Daniel's mere gaze. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Seraphiel Auroraheart clenched her blazing spear, dawnlight flaring defensively around her armor.

"Do not compare us to those failures," she snapped. "Apostles are disposable tools. We are the final authority."

Nyxthalos the Drowned Eclipse let out a wet, distorted chuckle.

"Still… tools don't usually survive this long."

Garruk Ironbound slammed his massive fist into his chest, metal ringing like a funeral bell.

"Enough talk. If this world has produced an irregularity, we crush it. That is why we exist."

Thorgar Stormbrand lifted his hammer, lightning screaming outward and splitting the sky into burning veins.

"One strike," he growled. "I don't care if he bleeds gold or void."

Daniel sighed again, almost tired.

"You keep saying that," he said. "And yet… none of you have moved."

Mor'Kairon's skeletal crown pulsed with dying stars as he stared at Daniel more closely now, empty sockets burning brighter.

"…No," the Apocalyptic Conqueror said slowly. "This isn't arrogance."

Elyndra the Dream-Sculptor's ten halos spun faster, her smile no longer playful.

"He's measuring us."

Silence fell.

Daniel's aura sharpened, condensing until it looked like the outline of a sun trapped inside a human silhouette.

The world beneath him screamed softly, unable to decide whether to break or submit.

"I didn't interrupt your entrance," Daniel said, voice level.

"I didn't attack while you were posturing."

"I even let you insult my world."

His eyes hardened.

"That was me being polite."

Zarvath's lips curled, but there was tension in the movement now.

"You speak as though you believe yourself our equal."

Daniel smiled, small, cold and absolute.

"No," he corrected. "I'm deciding how much effort you're worth."

For the first time, the Conquerors spread out subtly, forming an instinctive battle formation.

Divine engines ignited.

Constellations rotated. Storms howled. Shadow deepened.

Serion of the Seraphic Order raised his burning-black halo, voice resonating with warped choir echoes.

"Mortal," he declared, wings unfolding fully, law and judgment compressing behind his words.

"You stand before the executors of higher existence. You stand before extinction given form."

The lesser invaders trembled, reality bowing under the unified pressure of ten Conquerors preparing to move.

Serion's gaze locked onto Daniel, absolute and condemning.

"We warned you, mortal."