Unrivaled in another world-Chapter 197: Unfathomable Transformation

[: 3rd POV ;]

Daniel’s smirk lingered as the ten Conquerors froze for a fraction of a heartbeat, their colossal forms brimming with restrained fury.

His casual, almost teasing words had pierced their pride, the pride of beings who had never failed, never been insulted, and certainly never faced a mortal who dared to speak to them as if they were children.

Zarvath the Eater of Planets, Sovereign of Black Dragon, was the first to erupt.

Black flames licked across his humanoid shell, his draconic eyes narrowing to molten coals.

"You dare speak to me like a worm!" Zarvath growled, wings snapping outward so forcefully the air itself seemed to tear.

"I am extinction incarnate! The devourer of worlds! And you...you rip my arm apart and you mock me!"

In an instant, his form shattered. His humanoid armor crumbled into shards of obsidian as his body elongated, bones cracking and reshaping.

He erupted into his True Dragon Form, a gargantuan, jet-black dragon whose wings eclipsed continents.

Rings of smoldering hellfire and orbiting void-planets revolved around him.

The sky darkened beneath his shadow, and every heartbeat of the planet trembled with the echo of his awakening.

"I... will... devour you," he spat, voice layered with the collapse of dying stars, flames writhing like serpents around his colossal frame.

Daniel tilted his head, smirk unfazed, watching the black dragon flex as if testing the world beneath him.

Imperatrix Solara-Vex, of the Nova Galactic Empire, glared at Daniel, eyes burning like collapsing supernovae.

"You pathetic insect... you dare insult a conqueror who commands galaxies?"

Her slender form dissolved into starlight, collapsing and reforming as a massive, swirling singularity.

Nebulae erupted across her body, and star-maps spiraled endlessly around her form.

She had become the Stellar Empress Manifest, a living embodiment of galactic authority.

"Such insolence," she hissed, voice layered with the roar of stars going supernova.

"You will feel the weight of a conqueror!"

Her entire body rotated, galaxies bending and spinning like gears of cosmic machinery, each movement a silent promise of annihilation.

Astraeus Murmuris of the Constellation of Whispering Stars floated forward, robes of constellations unraveling, his whispers forming into shrieking screams.

"Fools... you think this mortal is dangerous?" he muttered, but there was tension in the ripple of his constellations.

"No... he has the signature of an anomaly. This cannot be ignored."

The stars stitched into his robes lifted from the fabric, embedding themselves into his translucent form.

His eyes flared with light from uncountable futures, and he became the Oracle of Final Convergence, a being where all possibilities collapsed into one inevitable outcome.

Garruk Ironbound of the Iron Colossus Legion slammed his massive fists together, metal groaning.

"Enough words!"

His body expanded, adamantine plates folding and interlocking like the armor of a walking fortress.

He activated Colossus Protocol: Planetbreaker, transforming into a towering siege engine, twenty stories high, runes glowing along his plating.

Gravity wells and seismic engines ignited beneath him, bending the earth and warping the battlefield.

"Step aside, mortal," Garruk bellowed.

"You do not deserve the ground beneath your feet."

Daniel tilted his head, still hands in his pockets, observing the mechanical monstrosity with the faintest grin.

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Seraphiel Auroraheart of the Celestial of Radiant Dawn flared her radiant wings, every feather a shard of sunlight.

She ascended, armor melting into living dawnfire, until she became the Radiant Dawn Ascendant, a blinding angel of pure radiance, each step scorching the fractured surface beneath her.

"You dare claim dominion over life and light?" she thundered, eyes flashing.

"I will burn your world into ash before you can blink."

Nyxthalos the Drowned Eclipse of the Tide of Shadows dissolved entirely into writhing void-water, shadows thicker than night.

He reformed as the Abyssal Sovereign Eclipse, a faceless, tidal wave of sentient darkness, consuming even the light that dared touch him.

His voice was everywhere and nowhere.

"You will drown in the void, mortal. Every hope you cling to will be swallowed."

Daniel’s smirk widened. "Cute," he muttered under his breath.

"Do you always threaten toddlers like this?"

Thorgar Stormbrand of the God of Stormforge slammed his hammer against the ground, lightning erupting across the sky like a dozen suns detonating.

He transformed into the Avatar of Eternal Tempest, molten storm-energy entwining with his metallic frame, eyes glowing like lightning cores, hammer splitting into multiple storm-cores.

"I am the storm incarnate!" he roared.

"Your existence is nothing to me!"

Daniel crossed his arms casually, still watching, unmoved.

Elyndra the Dream-Sculptor of the Mystic Believers spun her halos faster, ten glowing rings orbiting her like planetary rings.

She exhaled slowly, and reality bent around her until she became the Dream Tyrant Ascension, a being where dreams and illusions were absolute law.

"How... quaint," she murmured. "A mortal... thinking he can withstand the impossible."

"That’s just sad..."

Mor’Kairon the Extinction of Life of the Sovereign of Apocalypse raised his skeletal crown, glowing with dying stars, and became the Apocalypse Paragon, a towering figure embodying the end of all things.

"You are a fleeting anomaly," he said, voice like a tomb collapsing.

"And I am eternity."

"Eternity? Quite the big words for someone that never do anything but keep yapping" Daniel insulted.

Finally, Justicar Serion of the Seraphic Order spread his six black-burning wings and transformed into the Arch-Justicar of Final Judgment, a fusion of light and void, law and divine wrath, halo circling like an eclipsed sun.

"You have defied the executors of all justice!" His voice rumbled across dimensions.

"And now, you will pay!"

"Me pay? The ones that should be paying is all of you"

The battlefield had gone from chaotic to apocalyptic.

The ten Conquerors, each transformed into ultimate manifestations of their faction’s power, exuded an aura that warped reality, fractured space, and crushed the minds of even the lesser invaders who had followed them through the gates.

Zarvath’s wings blackened the sky. Solara-Vex’s galaxies spun violently.

Garruk’s feet crushed mountains into rubble.

Seraphiel’s light scarred the horizon.

Nyxthalos’ shadows drowned lands.

Thorgar’s storms ripped continents apart.

Elyndra’s illusions made even the air itself tremble.

Mor’Kairon’s presence made life itself feel fragile.

Serion’s judgment weighed on every particle.

Astraeus’ eyes contained the weight of inevitability.

And through it all Daniel stood in the center, hands in pockets, watching.

His smirk never faltered.

His eyes glimmered with quiet amusement, a predator enjoying the performance of prey too proud to notice the cage closing around them.

They had poured everything into their ultimate transformations, unleashed the fullest extent of their power, and yet Daniel didn’t even flinch.

"Impressive," he said softly, voice carrying faint amusement.

"Truly... you’ve outdone yourselves."

Zarvath’s eyes flared with black fire.

"We will crush you, mortal!"

Solara-Vex’s form spun, stars and galaxies forming a spinning death around her.

"You will regret daring to mock us!"

Astraeus whispered, constellations burning hotter, almost pleading, "You cannot survive this."

Daniel only tilted his head, the faintest smile lingering. "I didn’t interrupt your performance," he said.

"I had wait while you finish showing off."

And in that silence, the ten Conquerors realized: all their pride, all their ultimate power, all their transformations, none of it intimidated the mortal who stared at them as though he were observing children playing with fire.

The calm smirk was a gauntlet thrown down.

And the air itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the moment the first true strike would land.

"Since I had patiently waited for each of your turn to transform, now it’s my turn,"

Daniel smirked, tilting his head as though the tension in the air amused him.

The ten Conquerors, still radiating the apex of their ultimate forms, tightened their gazes.

Even their incomprehensible auras of cosmic power seemed almost hesitant in the face of Daniel’s casual confidence.

"But there’s only one problem,"

Daniel continued, his brow furrowing, eyes narrowing as though encountering a genuine dilemma.

"I have too many skills... too many powers. To the point, I don’t even know which ones I want to transform into."

A ripple of disbelief passed through the Conquerors.

The Sovereign of Black Dragon, Zarvath, snarled, wings flaring.

"You... you mock us with this insolence? You claim mastery over more than you can even choose?"

Daniel tilted his head further, smirk still unbroken.

"Well... yes. I suppose that’s the problem of having too much. Decisions are hard, you know?"

A faint click echoed in his mind, almost imperceptible, like the turning of a lock.

His expression shifted from amusement to a quiet, calculating focus.

"But then, there was a sudden realization. This... all of this... from the start... it was your greed. Your desire to impress, to conquer, to destroy. The Sovereigns... the gods... or whatever the hell they call themselves."

He chuckled lightly.

"So, I thought...wouldn’t it be poetic to respond to greed... with greed?"

His eyes glimmered, calculating and sharp.

"What are you up to, mortal?"

Justicar Serion asked, his voice cutting like a blade, eyes narrowing as black and white flames danced across his six wings.

"Nothing," Daniel replied casually, shrugging.

"I just thought this would be my last conversation with all of you. After all... this will be your end."

Before the Conquerors could even voice their anger or roar in defiance, Daniel snapped his fingers.

*Snap.*

The invaders, hundreds of thousands of star-metal, abyssal, shadow, and flame beings waiting silently behind the Conquerors erupted simultaneously.

Black metal shattered into fragments; shadows screamed and dissolved; divine flames burned outward until they consumed themselves; cosmic nebulae collapsed in on themselves like dying suns.

The ground quaked violently, fissures splitting entire continents as screams of the annihilated invaders echoed through the sky.

The Conquerors themselves recoiled, eyes widening with shock and fury.

"You..." Zarvath hissed, wings snapping defensively.

"How dare you destroy our forces before we even engage!"

Garruk Ironbound slammed the ground, metal screeching and cracking.

"You waste no time showing your arrogance! Foolish mortal! You cannot survive this battlefield alone!"

Daniel’s smirk widened.

"Alone? Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’ve always been surrounded... just not by pawns so eager to die for their masters’ pride."

Seraphiel Auroraheart’s radiant wings flared, scorching the horizon.

"Insolent! You will pay for this mockery with everything you have!"

Daniel’s golden aura flickered faintly, edges sharp like knives of pure light.

"Then let’s not waste any more words."

The Conquerors’ eyes burned with fury, every nerve, every core of their transformed forms screaming with rage.

They had been mocked, insulted, and had their armies obliterated before a single strike could be made.

Daniel’s smirk remained, his calmness a blade cutting through the storm of their wrath.

"So... who wants to start?"

Silence fell for a heartbeat, then a roar of anger and disbelief exploded from the ten Conquerors simultaneously.

Their combined auras surged, a storm of ultimate power, each preparing to unleash everything they had, all in response to the mortal who dared challenge gods themselves.

And Daniel... Daniel simply smirked, hands in his pockets, watching and eventually, he decided to transformed.