The Last Emperor ( Semi Final Battle )

Gojo moved a little away from Valkorion, putting some distance between them as he laughed to himself. The idea of what he had just pulled off was amusing—he hadn't just fought Valkorion; he had essentially robbed the emperor blind, taking command of the Eternal Fleet and turning it into his own. From 2,000 ships down to 1,200, Gojo's grin widened at the thought of his handiwork.

"Man, this is like the biggest heist of the century!" Gojo chuckled, accessing his system inventory. A glowing message appeared above his head, detailing the current state of his new fleet, adjusted evenly to fit his requirements.

Eternal Fleet Inventory:

180 Eternal Fleet Warship Class Battlecruisers: These colossal battlecruisers were the backbone of the Eternal Fleet, equipped with plasma beam cannons, heavy turbolasers, and multi-layered deflector shields for maximum firepower and protection. They boasted short-range teleportation for rapid repositioning, advanced cloaking technology for stealth operations, and the devastating Sun Generator, which not only served as a superweapon capable of harnessing the power of nearby stars to unleash catastrophic energy blasts on fleets or planets but also functioned as the ship's primary power source, providing immense energy reserves. Additionally, the battlecruisers were equipped with the fastest hyperdrive systems in the fleet, allowing for rapid strategic deployments across the galaxy. After Gojo's rampage, 90 of these warships sustained moderate damage, impairing their teleportation, cloaking, and Sun Generator systems, though they remained combat-ready. The other 90 remained untouched, maintaining full operational capabilities, including their hyperdrive and superweapon functions.

300 Terminus-Class Destroyers: These versatile destroyers balanced offense and defense, armed with dual heavy turbolasers, energy beam projectors, , ion cannons , concussion missles and advanced deflector shields to hold their own in battle. They also featured cloaking technology for stealth maneuvers and tactical jump capabilities for strategic repositioning via short hyperspace jumps. Following Gojo's assault, 150 of these ships sustained moderate damage, affecting their cloaking and jump systems, but all remained functional, while the other 150 destroyers were left unscathed and fully battle-ready.

420 Ardent-Class Frigates: Designed primarily as escorts, these frigates were equipped with rapid-fire laser cannons, flak cannons, and reactive shield generators for anti-starfighter defense, as well as ion pulse weaponry to disable enemy shields or systems temporarily. With advanced cloaking capabilities for stealth operations, these frigates provided vital support to the fleet. After Gojo's attack, 210 frigates were moderately damaged, though still able to fight effectively, while the remaining 210 were untouched and fully capable of performing their escort duties.

240 Phantom-Class Corvettes: Agile and fast, these corvettes specialized in hit-and-run tactics, armed with light laser cannons and plasma repeaters for quick strikes. They were equipped with short-range teleportation for rapid maneuvers and cloaking technology to stay undetected during operations. Gojo's rampage left 120 of these corvettes moderately damaged, but all remained fully operational, while the other 120 stayed in pristine condition, ready for disruption and support roles.

60 Specter-Class Support Ships: These vital support ships focused on logistics, repairs, and electronic warfare, equipped with powerful electronic countermeasures and sensor disruption systems to blind and confuse enemy forces. Despite their specialized non-combat role, they too had cloaking technology to protect them from detection. After Gojo's onslaught, 30 support ships were moderately damaged but still functional, while the remaining 30 continued to operate at full capacity, ensuring the fleet's logistical operations were maintained.

Flagships:

Eternal Throne Command Ship: The primary command vessel, equipped with omni-cannon beam cannons, heavy turbolasers, and absorption shields, capable of short-range teleportation for strategic maneuvers. This ship's shields were cracked, and its hull bore a significant breach due to Gojo forcing his entry, but it was still operational.

Eternal Wrath Command Ship: Designed to counter powerful adversaries like Gojo, this secondary flagship featured anti-Force measures, adaptive shielding, and enhanced mobility with Gravestone's multi-vector assault mode. It was badly damaged from Gojo's Hollow Purple but remained functional.

Gojo looked over his stolen fleet, noting the damage. Half of the 1,200 ships were moderately damaged, while the other half were ready for action. He laughed again, satisfied with the balance of his newly acquired forces, musing over the sheer absurdity of how he had taken Valkorion's pride and joy and turned it into a personal armada.

Meanwhile, at Valkorion's Ritual Site on Ambria…

Valkorion stood amidst the swirling vortex of dark energy, the air thick with the malevolent force of the ritual. The 16,000 Sith Lords, each a potent vessel of dark side power, stood ready to be sacrificed. But as Valkorion took in the scene, an unwelcome realization struck him like a blade—Zildrog, the ancient machine god meant to facilitate the life energy transfer, was conspicuously absent.

"No Zildrog? Are you kidding me?" Valkorion muttered, his voice laced with disbelief and simmering panic. His eyes swept over the gathered Sith, their expressions blank but brimming with latent power. "Sixteen thousand of the finest Sith the dark side could muster, and without Zildrog, it's like trying to light a fire with wet wood."

The gravity of the situation hit him like a sledgehammer. I've got minutes—maybe a few hours at most—before that brat Gojo decides to return and finish what he started. Without Zildrog, the energy transfer won't be efficient. This ritual is teetering on the edge of failure, and I don't have the luxury of time. Can it even work without Zildrog's precision? Valkorion gritted his teeth, his frustration bubbling beneath his calm facade.

"This brat, Gojo… he's throwing everything off balance," Valkorion muttered, his mind racing as he recalculated his options. The ritual was already rushed and precarious; without Zildrog, the odds of success were slipping further from his grasp. Even if it did succeed, the best outcome would be a temporary reprieve—decades of borrowed time, at most. But without the perfect conditions, the worst-case scenario loomed: a complete failure, leaving him vulnerable and defeated.

"Damn it!" Valkorion spat, struggling to keep his composure. The once-mighty Eternal Emperor, who had bent entire galaxies to his will, now found himself scrambling to piece together a makeshift solution, reliant on half-measures and imperfect plans. The weight of his empire's decline pressed heavily on him, a stark reminder of his crumbling dominion. If this fails, it's all over… and that brat will have won.

He stared into the chaotic swirl of dark energies, steeling himself against the creeping doubt. "I can't afford to lose. Not here. Not to him." His mind was a tempest of rage and desperation, knowing that failure was not an option. Then, a sudden realization dawned on him—his aspects, Vitiate and Tenebrae, his other selves still bound to his command. They were more than just extensions of his will; they were manifestations of his power and ambition.

Valkorion's eyes flickered with a spark of hope. Perhaps with the combined calculations and energies of his aspects, he could stabilize the ritual, even without Zildrog. It wasn't ideal, but it was his best chance to level the playing field against Gojo.

"Yes… Vitiate, Tenebrae," Valkorion murmured, calling forth his aspects. Their presence materialized beside him, each a dark echo of his original self, linked by the shared consciousness of the true Tenebrae. Their power surged, mingling with Valkorion's own, creating a resonance of dark side energy.

Together, they represented the sum total of Valkorion's might—a trifecta of cunning, ambition, and raw power. With Vitiate and Tenebrae at his side, Valkorion's confidence inched back, bolstered by the prospect of a united front. Even without Zildrog, he had to believe that their combined efforts could tip the scales, if only just enough to match Gojo's overwhelming strength.

"We will make this work," Valkorion said, more to himself than to his aspects. His gaze fixed on the dark energies of the ritual, his mind recalibrating the complex calculations needed to ensure success. "Even without Zildrog, with your strength, we can stabilize this ritual. I will reclaim my empire, my destiny—and I refuse to be undone by some arrogant brat who thinks he can topple me."

The energies of the ritual pulsed in response, resonating with the combined presence of Valkorion, Vitiate, and Tenebrae. The risks were immense, the uncertainties glaring, but Valkorion knew he had no other choice. He would reclaim his lost power, or he would be consumed by his own ambition. Surrender was not an option; he had come too far to be defeated by a challenge that was, in his eyes, beneath him.

Four hours, Valkorion thought as he felt the ritual reaching its climax, the dark energies swirling around him like a storm ready to unleash. The skies of Ambria darkened to an unnatural black, crackling with violent red and purple lightning that tore through the heavens. The ground quaked continuously, splitting into jagged fissures that glowed with an eerie green light, seeping the essence of the dark side. Trees twisted and withered, turning to blackened husks, and rivers of molten rock flowed through the newly formed chasms.

The ritual has to succeed, Valkorion told himself, feeling the power surge through his veins as the Sith Lords' sacrifices reached their peak. I can feel the strength returning, but it's not perfect. It's never perfect.

The planet's environment was absorbing the toll of the ritual, reflecting the turbulent energies Valkorion harnessed. The landscape of Ambria transformed into a hellish vista of darkness and decay, twisted by the Emperor's desperate bid for power.

This should buy me about 19 years, Valkorion calculated, feeling a mix of satisfaction and frustration. Nineteen years before I need to pull another stunt like this. It's far from perfect, but it's enough for now. Time to rebuild, plan, and prepare for the next step. But still…

Valkorion straightened as the final remnants of power settled within him. He had achieved a form of partial immortality, enough to stave off decay but not enough to rid him of the looming threat of death. I have to keep moving forward. This is only temporary. A stopgap, not a solution.

For now, he stood renewed, reborn in the dark side's embrace, but the clock was ticking once more. Nineteen years of borrowed time before he would have to risk it all again, and Gojo's presence still loomed, a constant reminder that the Eternal Emperor's reign was no longer absolute.

Gojo, observing from a distance, watched with mild amusement as Valkorion's ritual succeeded. Hehhhhh, the failed emperor's got some tricks, huh? Gojo thought, noting the brief resurgence of Valkorion's power. However, Gojo knew Valkorion was still at a severe disadvantage. As the Soul King, Gojo wielded the quest system without any restrictions, his power unbound and absolute. A broad smile spread across his face as he considered the possibilities of his next move.

Activating his quest system, Gojo set about formulating a binding vow—one with no penalties, crafted to his advantage.

Quest System Activation:

Title: Become True Emperor Beyond Life and Death, Not Just Immortal

Mission: Kill or absorb all aspects of Tenebrae, including Vitiate and Valkorion.

Reward 1: Age of Babylon: Wisdom of the People : A Noble Phantasm that allows Gojo to create weapons such as swords, axes, spears, and chains from the earth. These weapons match the strength of the Noble Phantasms within the Gate of Babylon, enabling Gojo to sustain combat for extended periods, akin to overwhelming an entire armory. This power mirrors the sheer endlessness of the ancient Age of Babylon, signifying the might and wisdom of the people who could match divine arsenals.

Reward 2: Enkidu: Enuma Elish : This Noble Phantasm, originally designed to bind Gilgamesh to the gods, has been transformed through Gojo's command to serve humanity's greater purpose. By harnessing a small amount of magical energy drawn from Gojo's own Soul King power, Enkidu merges with this divine force to create a spear of light composed of chains, designed to pierce and bind opponents in a single strike. Enuma Elish's power scales with the adversary's actions against humanity, making it exceptionally potent against entities like Valkorion, who have defied human values. This weapon, shaped by Gojo's will, manifests as a Divine Construct capable of restraining even the mightiest foes and binding them to the dominion of the true emperor.

As the quest parameters solidified, the system made an immediate announcement:

[Quest Update: Age of Babylon has been gifted to Gojo Satoru.]

Gojo felt the power of the Age of Babylon flow through him instantly, the earth around him responding to his will as weapons of ancient design and unmatched power formed at his command. Chains, spears, and swords emerged from the ground, glowing with the brilliance of the past and the might of countless legends.

Gojo's smile widened, his four-pupil Rikugan eyes gleaming with excitement and dominance. Looks like the stakes just got raised, failed emperor. Let's see how long you can cling to that borrowed power.

Turning away from the distant ritual site, Gojo pondered his next move, feeling invigorated by the challenge ahead. With the quest set and his new powers at his disposal, he was ready to crush any remnants of resistance, knowing that Valkorion's renewed strength was nothing more than a fleeting moment in the vast continuum of Gojo's ascent as the true ruler beyond life and death.

Gojo felt the power of the Age of Babylon flow through him instantly, the earth around him responding to his will as weapons of ancient design and unmatched power formed at his command. Chains, spears, and swords emerged from the ground, glowing with the brilliance of the past and the might of countless legends.

Gojo's smile widened, his four-pupil Rikugan eyes gleaming with excitement and dominance. Looks like the stakes just got raised, failed emperor. Without hesitation, Gojo channeled the energy of the Age of Babylon to forge the legendary Gáe Bolg, the spear of Cú Chulainn. Its deadly crimson glow pulsed with malevolent energy, the very essence of its curse weaponized into a devastating projectile.

"Gáe Bolg: Soaring Spear that Strikes with Death," Gojo declared, infusing the spear with a minuscule fraction of his cursed energy, amplifying its destructive power exponentially. Unlike the Barbed Spear that reverses cause and effect to pierce the heart without fail, this version of Gáe Bolg converted Gojo's cursed energy into pure, raw strength, releasing a formidable force that could not be dodged or blocked by conventional means. Its power and range were dramatically amplified, and the spear was imbued with a curse so potent that any wound inflicted could not be healed by even the highest forms of healing techniques.

Gojo let out a laugh as he hurled the spear with unerring precision toward Valkorion. The air crackled and split as Gáe Bolg tore through the fabric of space, its deadly intent locked onto the Eternal Emperor.

Valkorion, still at his ritual site on Ambria, was in the midst of contemplating the imperfect benefits of his rushed ritual. Nineteen years. I've bought myself nineteen years of borrowed time, he thought, attempting to reassure himself. But suddenly, alarms blared within his mind—a potent, dangerous force was hurtling toward him with lethal intent.

Instinctively, Valkorion snapped into action, throwing up a Force shield around him. The shield shimmered with the dark energy of the Force, designed to absorb and deflect incoming attacks. Yet, as the Gáe Bolg neared, it cut through the air with a sinister precision, undeterred by the shield's presence.

"Damn it!" Valkorion cursed, extending his power further. He layered the Force shield with additional barriers—energy shields, absorption fields, even a barrier of pure dark side energy meant to dissolve incoming attacks. Yet each defensive layer crumbled under the relentless advance of Gáe Bolg, as though the spear was immune to the very concept of resistance.

Valkorion's eyes widened in horror as Gáe Bolg pierced through his final barrier. The spear's tip, crackling with crimson energy, struck his chest with an impact that sent shockwaves through his body. He felt a searing pain radiate from the point of contact as the spear embedded itself deep into his heart. The curse of Gáe Bolg activated immediately, its power negating any attempt at regeneration or healing. His Force techniques, potent as they were, faltered against the malevolent magic entwined in the spear's design.

Gasping, Valkorion staggered backward, the overwhelming pain wracking his entire being. His vision blurred, and for the first time in eons, the Eternal Emperor felt the true sting of mortality. Blood seeped from the wound, its flow unstaunched by any of his advanced healing techniques. The spear's curse ensured that the wound would remain, a constant reminder of the blow dealt by the upstart Gojo Satoru.

Gasping, Valkorion staggered backward, the overwhelming pain wracking his entire being. His vision blurred, and for the first time in eons, the Eternal Emperor felt the true sting of mortality. Blood seeped from the wound, its flow unstaunched by any of his advanced healing techniques. The spear's curse ensured that the wound would remain, a constant reminder of the blow dealt by the upstart Gojo Satoru.

Valkorion's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the scope of what had just transpired. No shield, no power—nothing can stop this weapon? His thoughts grew frantic, his breathing ragged as he clutched at the spear protruding from his chest. He knew Gojo wielded a control over space that defied even his vast understanding, but this attack went beyond anything he had anticipated.

Falling to his knees, Valkorion drew deeply on the dark side of the Force, intertwining it with Sith alchemy in a desperate attempt to keep his heart pumping manually. He concentrated, forcing the dark energy into his body, commanding his heart to beat despite the spear's relentless curse. Each pulse felt like agony, the strain costing him dearly. Every time he used this method to counteract the spear's effects, he could feel his nineteen years of borrowed time ticking away, reduced by days with each strained beat. To prevent the curse from spreading further, Valkorion froze the blood around his heart and chest, sealing off the wound but at a steep price—losing an entire year of his extended lifespan in the process.

Gojo, watching from a distance, teleported near Valkorion, his presence a stark contrast to the Emperor's struggling form. He looked down at Valkorion with a mix of amusement and disdain, his four-pupil Rikugan eyes gleaming as he relished the sight of the mighty Eternal Emperor brought so low.

"Like I said," Gojo mocked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence, "you're the challenger here. It's your job to take the first strike every time from the current master." He smirked, the satisfaction clear on his face. "And it looks like you're not doing so well."

Valkorion's gaze shot up, a mix of fury and desperation blazing in his eyes. He could feel the dark energy within him waver, his control over the Sith alchemy slipping with every second. Gojo's taunts only fueled his anger, but the reality of his situation was inescapable—the spear's curse had already cost him precious years of his newfound life, and it was only a matter of time before the damage became irreversible.

"You think this is the end?" Valkorion spat, his voice strained but defiant. "I have faced countless threats and overcome every one. You will be no different."

Gojo merely shrugged, unfazed by Valkorion's defiance. "Maybe. But for now, you're just a failed emperor bleeding out in the dirt. I'm the one calling the shots, and you're the one struggling to keep up."

As Gojo finished speaking, he summoned the spear back from Valkorion's chest with a casual flick of his wrist. The weapon tore itself free from the Emperor's flesh, leaving behind a gaping wound that refused to heal. Gojo caught the spear mid-air, twirling it effortlessly before crushing it to dust in his hand, letting the remains scatter to the wind. Valkorion watched, seething. This brat… he crushed his strongest weapon like it was nothing, like it was just a game to him.

Gojo shifted into a fighting stance, his movements precise and deliberate. He adopted a Wing Chun posture, but there was an unmistakable fluidity, as if blending various martial arts styles with his own unique flair. His left hand extended forward, fingers relaxed, while his right arm pulled back. As he settled into his stance, an eye with two pupils opened on his left palm, radiating a faint but sinister glow—Pernida's power. On his right arm, swathed in darkness, another eye opened, this one emanating a different, equally potent energy—Mimihagi's stillness.

Valkorion observed the transformation, feeling the strange and overwhelming presence radiating from Gojo's arms. This sensation… these powers… they're connected somehow. And those eyes… they're like his four blue eyes. Valkorion still didn't fully grasp the nature of Gojo's Rikugan, the mystical eyes that symbolized his overwhelming mastery, but he could feel the weight of their significance. This brat is wielding forces that are beyond my understanding, Valkorion thought, a flicker of unease crossing his features.

Undeterred, Valkorion pushed himself upright, wiping the blood from his mouth as he steadied his breathing. Despite the pain and the relentless pull of Gojo's cursed strike, the Eternal Emperor forced himself to stand tall. He shifted into his own stance, gathering the dark side of the Force around him. His movements were a blend of ancient Sith combat forms, each step a calculated measure to counter whatever Gojo was about to unleash.

"This is more than just a fight," Valkorion muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl of determination. "I will not fall to some arrogant upstart who thinks himself my equal."

Gojo watched Valkorion prepare, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The four-pupil Rikugan eyes gleamed with an almost playful malice, as if daring Valkorion to make the next move. Gojo's stance shifted ever so slightly, his left hand's eye narrowing as if focusing on the target, while his right arm's darkness seemed to pulse in anticipation.

Valkorion, now poised and ready, tried to read Gojo's stance, but the ever-shifting nature of his powers made it nearly impossible to predict. The battle between them was not just one of physical prowess but of wills, strategies, and the manipulation of forces beyond the comprehension of most beings.

The tension between Gojo and Valkorion reached a breaking point as they stared each other down, both poised to strike. With a sudden burst of speed, Gojo lunged forward, his movements a seamless blend of Wing Chun fluidity and unpredictable ferocity. His strikes came in rapid succession—palm thrusts, sharp kicks, and quick jabs—all aimed at exploiting any opening in Valkorion's defenses.

Valkorion met Gojo's assault head-on, his own form a deadly dance of ancient Sith combat styles, honed over millennia. He countered Gojo's precise attacks with a series of sweeping strikes, parries, and force-augmented movements that defied gravity and logic. The dark side of the Force surged around him, amplifying every move with an aura of malevolent power. His fists moved like blurs, each strike carrying the weight of his unrelenting fury and the concentrated energy of the dark side.

Gojo deflected a flurry of blows with deft blocks and quick sidesteps, his four-pupil Rikugan eyes reading Valkorion's every move. But Valkorion was relentless, weaving in feints and unpredictable strikes that forced Gojo to constantly adapt. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered from the sheer force of their movements, each impact resonating with the sound of clashing titans.

Suddenly, Valkorion pulled back, gathering dark energy into his hands. With a fierce snarl, he unleashed a barrage of crackling, blood-red lightning—a technique he called "Sovereign's Wrath." The lightning tore through the air, twisting and writhing like serpents as they hurtled towards Gojo. Unlike ordinary Force lightning, Sovereign's Wrath was uniquely designed to bypass conventional defenses. It carried an energy signature that disrupted the detection parameters of Gojo's Limitless Barrier, slipping through as if the shield didn't recognize it as a threat.

Caught off-guard, Gojo barely managed to react in time. The lightning struck him across the left cheek, searing his flesh and sending a jolt of pain coursing through his body. His skin shredded under the impact, the wound deep and raw, but Gojo's reaction was immediate. He summoned his Reverse Curse Technique, the energy flowing rapidly through his body as his flesh knit itself back together in an instant, leaving only a faint trace of what had been a grievous injury.

Gojo's mind raced as he processed the hit. This feels familiar… like when I fought Abeloth. He's disrupting my filter—using something that bypasses my perception of harm. It was a rare occurrence, one that reminded him of just how cunning and dangerous his opponents could be.

Valkorion, sensing his advantage, sneered as he observed Gojo's swift recovery. "So, the great Gojo's impenetrable barrier isn't so perfect after all," Valkorion taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "Your so-called filter… it's nothing more than a flimsy trick—a façade that crumbles before true power."

Gojo wiped a hand across his now-healed cheek, feeling the remnants of Valkorion's attack still tingling on his skin. His smirk returned, unshaken by the Emperor's mocking. "Not bad. You've found a way to slip past my guard. But that was just one strike. Can you keep it up?" Gojo's eyes gleamed with renewed intensity, his posture shifting as he adjusted to the newfound threat. His left hand, with Pernida's eye, flexed in anticipation, ready to adapt to whatever Valkorion could throw next.

The battle resumed with renewed fervor, the two combatants exchanging blows that could level mountains. Valkorion pressed his advantage, using his Sovereign's Wrath in conjunction with his physical attacks, each strike aimed at testing the limits of Gojo's defenses. The air crackled with tension and dark energy, the space around them warping under the pressure of their clash.

Gojo, however, was undeterred. He continued to adapt, his Wing Chun evolving on the fly, incorporating subtle shifts to counter Valkorion's unpredictable style. His movements became sharper, his strikes more precise as he exploited every fraction of a second to keep pace with the Eternal Emperor. With every blow, Gojo's eyes studied Valkorion, dissecting his form, his patterns, and the subtle tells of his next moves.

Valkorion, despite his initial triumph, began to feel the pressure of Gojo's relentless adaptability. Each strike that landed was met with a counter, each burst of Sovereign's Wrath mitigated by Gojo's evolving defense. The battle was no longer just about who was stronger—it was a contest of wits, of adaptability, and of sheer will.

"You think you can keep up with me?" Gojo taunted, his voice laced with confident amusement. "I've fought gods ( abeloth) , kings ( sukuna) , and everything in between. And you're just one more name on that list."

Valkorion's fury reached a boiling point. In his rage, he tapped into the deepest recesses of Sith sorcery, summoning an army of monstrous Sith creatures from legends—hulking terentateks with tusks that could pierce through steel, shadowy leviathans that exhaled deadly miasmas, and nydaks with gaping maws that devoured anything in their path. But Valkorion wasn't finished. He turned his gaze to the 16,000 high-end grade Sith corpses around him, their bodies still brimming with the dark side. With a twisted grin, he raised his hands, dark energy surging from his fingertips as he animated the corpses, pulling them into his newly formed legion. Each resurrected Sith, eyes glowing with malevolent light, rose with renewed purpose, their power bound to Valkorion's will.

The vast horde surrounded Gojo, the ground shaking under their combined weight. Valkorion's sense of triumph radiated from him like a palpable force. "This is what it means to be an Emperor!" Valkorion proclaimed, his voice echoing through the battlefield. "A true ruler commands not just power but an army, a force that bends to his will and obliterates all who stand in his path!"

Gojo watched the scene unfold, the legions of Sith creatures and necromanced warriors closing in from all sides. He remained unfazed, clapping his hands slowly, the sound resonating with deliberate mockery. "If a king or emperor were truly strong, he wouldn't need anything but himself," Gojo replied, his voice calm and unyielding. "Your power is nothing but a borrowed spectacle."

With a flicker of his four pupil Rikugan eyes, Gojo activated the Visionary—Gremmy's power of absolute imagination. In an instant, he conjured two Tsar Bombas, the largest and most devastating nuclear devices ever created. The bombs materialized above the battlefield, their ominous shadows casting a deathly pall over Valkorion's summoned army. As Gojo willed it, the Tsar Bombas detonated with a cataclysmic force, unleashing blinding explosions that ripped through the landscape. The earth cracked and erupted in fiery torrents, shockwaves obliterating everything in their path. The sky darkened as debris and ash were thrown miles into the air, blotting out the sun.

Valkorion's vast army—creatures, Sith corpses, everything—was vaporized in the searing heat. The blasts left nothing but smoldering craters, the sheer destructive power wiping the landscape clean of all life. Trees disintegrated, rock formations were pulverized, and the ground itself was scorched into glass. The devastation was absolute; not a single creature or Sith corpse remained, their existence erased in an instant.

Caught in the periphery of the explosions, Valkorion was thrown back, his body slammed against the shattered terrain. He hit the ground hard, every bone in his body screaming in agony. His skin was scorched, armor shattered, and deep lacerations crisscrossed his form, each cut burning with the residue of Gojo's overwhelming attack. Blood poured from his wounds, his breath ragged as he struggled to rise. For the first time, he truly felt the weight of Gojo's power—a force that didn't just rival his own but eclipsed it entirely.

Groaning, Valkorion forced himself to his feet, summoning his advanced healing technique, "Dark Regeneration." Drawing on the dark side, he channeled the energy into his wounds, knitting flesh and bone with a grim determination. Black tendrils of energy snaked around his injuries, sealing them with a faint crackling sound as his body mended itself. Yet, despite the advanced healing, the wound from Gojo's spear—embedded with a high-grade curse—refused to close. It continued to throb painfully, a constant reminder of his vulnerability.

Valkorion gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain. Each second of healing sapped more of his borrowed time, the effort costing him dearly. The powerful regeneration had drained six years from his remaining lifespan, reducing his nineteen years of borrowed time to a precarious twelve. The Eternal Emperor felt the weight of each lost year, a chilling reminder of his own mortality in the face of Gojo's relentless assault.

Twelve years… Valkorion thought, his resolve hardening. If I'm to be dethroned, I won't go down quietly. I'll bend even time itself to see my reign endure. He began channeling a more drastic measure, drawing on five more years of his borrowed time to amplify his powers—Force Transfer and Force Domination. He pushed his will through these enhanced abilities, seeking to penetrate Gojo's formidable barrier and invade his mind.

Gojo, fully aware of Valkorion's desperate maneuver, merely smirked. "Let's entertain him, shall we?" he mused to himself, allowing Valkorion's intrusion into his mindscape. Inside the mindscape, Valkorion stood surrounded by his other aspects—Vitiate and Tenebrae—each a fragment of his power and will. They exuded triumph, believing this mental battlefield would be Valkorion's domain, a place where he held the upper hand.

In Gojo mindscape Valkorion and his aspects attacked in unison, force lightning crackling from their fingertips, engulfing Gojo in a maelstrom of dark power. The lightning lashed at Gojo, the sheer intensity enough to seemingly vaporize anything in its path. For a moment, it appeared as if they had overwhelmed Gojo, as his form seemed to be consumed by the violent storm of energy. Valkorion, Vitiate, and Tenebrae each stepped forward, relishing in their perceived victory.

"This is the fate of those who defy the Eternal Emperor," Vitiate proclaimed, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

"The power of the dark side is absolute," Tenebrae added, a cruel smile twisting his features.

Valkorion, basking in their shared triumph, spoke last. "You were nothing more than a fool, a brat who overstepped his bounds. This is the price of your arrogance."

But their moment of victory was short-lived. Without warning, Vitiate's expression shifted from pride to horror as his body was suddenly and violently cleaved in two. A reishi broadsword had appeared out of nowhere, slicing through him with ease, leaving his severed halves to dissolve into nothingness. Valkorion and Tenebrae recoiled, their triumph shattered as Gojo re-emerged from the maelstrom unscathed, his aura radiating an overwhelming presence.

Gojo stood there, holding the broadsword with a confident smirk. "Three against one, huh? And you still lose," Gojo taunted, his eyes glinting with predatory amusement. "You really thought you had me?"

Valkorion's rage flared, but beneath it was a flicker of fear. Gojo's dominance was undeniable, his control over the mindscape absolute. Valkorion realized, perhaps too late, that Gojo was playing a different game, one where he was not merely a participant but the master of the board. The implications of this defeat—both here in the mindscape and in the real world—were staggering.

Valkorion's resolve hardened as he realized the nature of their battleground—it was Gojo's mindscape, a domain where he could manipulate reality to his will. But Valkorion was no stranger to such psychological warfare. He had spent millennia mastering the intricacies of the mind and essence , bending others to his will. A determined sneer crossed his face as he resurrected Vitiate with a mere thought, the dark figure reappearing at his side as if he had never been struck down. Tenebrae stood ready, his malevolent presence amplifying the oppressive aura of their combined force.

"You think killing one aspect will suffice?" Valkorion taunted, his voice a blend of all his incarnations—Vitiate, Tenebrae, and his own dominant persona. "I can bring them back as often as I wish. And you? You are neither Jedi nor Sith, neither ally nor adversary to any power that truly matters in this galaxy. All my enemies have been ground to dust, erased from existence over millennia. They are gone, and so will you be."

The memory of his greatest defeat lingered in Valkorion's mind—when Jedi, Sith, and even his own family had conspired against him, uniting in their hatred to bring him down. But now, within this mindscape, he assured himself of his supremacy, confident that no such betrayal would occur again. His aspects encircled Gojo, their expressions grim and confident. They wielded the full weight of the dark side, prepared to crush the upstart who dared to challenge the Eternal Emperor.

Gojo, however, merely laughed, his amusement evident even in the face of Valkorion's overwhelming bravado. He recognized the memories that Valkorion clung to, the faint specter of his past haunting his thoughts. Gojo's eyes glinted with a knowing spark, a deep amusement that Valkorion's greatest foes were the people closest to him.

"You might be grateful to those who betrayed you," Gojo said, his tone laced with a mocking empathy. "They spared you from what's about to happen to you now."

As Gojo's voice resonated through the mindscape, the surroundings began to darken. The once-stable ground beneath Valkorion's feet shifted, the fabric of the mental plane warping under Gojo's influence. A chilling wind swept through the darkness, and suddenly, countless eyes opened within the void, each glowing with a sinister light. The thousands of eyes observed Valkorion and his aspects, their gaze unrelenting and suffocating. At the center of it all, Gojo's four-pupil Rikugan shone with a menacing brightness, the azure orbs piercing through the shadowed expanse.

"You've locked yourself in here with me," Gojo declared, his voice echoing with a cold, commanding authority that reverberated throughout the mindscape. His aura grew, engulfing the area in an oppressive force that bore down on Valkorion, Tenebrae, and Vitiate, pinning them in place. "And now, you're all going to help me complete my quest."

The power emanating from Gojo intensified, his presence in the mindscape taking on a terrifying new aspect. Shadows twisted and coiled like serpents, binding Valkorion's aspects in place, preventing them from advancing or retreating. Each eye that opened served as a reminder of Gojo's dominance, his absolute control over this realm. Valkorion, for all his power, found himself cornered once more—not by the Jedi or the Sith, but by something far more relentless and alien to his understanding.

Vitiate, his eyes wide with shock, felt the crushing weight of Gojo's will bearing down on him. "This can't be… no one can wield such power over the mind!" he stammered, his voice betraying the first flicker of true fear.

Tenebrae struggled against the dark tendrils, his expression twisted with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You're not even using the Force… how can you—"

Gojo's smile widened, his four-pupil Rikugan blazing with an unearthly light. "This isn't the Force. It's something beyond your limited grasp, beyond anything this galaxy has ever seen."

With a wave of his hand, the eyes converged, their combined gaze focusing on Valkorion and his aspects. The pressure intensified, squeezing them as if the very space around them was collapsing inward. Valkorion, Vitiate, and Tenebrae felt their strength ebbing, their combined will faltering against the sheer weight of Gojo's power.

"This is my mindscape," Gojo continued, his voice growing louder, resonating with the authority of a true master. "In here, I am the beginning and the end. You're not fighting just one person—you're fighting an inevitability."

Gojo's impatience peaked, and he decided it was time to up the ante. "I've never used this on mere essence before," he mused. "Usually, it's for curses or people, but hey, gotta keep things interesting." With a fluid movement, Gojo formed the Satra hand sign, his fingers weaving into the precise configuration needed to unleash one of his most formidable techniques.

"Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void."

The mindscape around Valkorion, Vitiate, and Tenebrae transformed instantly, plunging them into the heart of the Limitless itself. The scene shifted into an endless void that resembled outer space—a vast expanse filled with a looming black hole, distant galaxies, and countless white patches scattered like stars. In this infinite space, comprehension itself became a weapon.

From every direction, boundless raw information began flooding into Valkorion and his aspects. It was not just overwhelming; it was paralyzing. The sheer volume of knowledge, too vast and incomprehensible, surged into their minds, immobilizing them completely. The three struggled, but in this domain, resistance was futile. They were caught in the relentless tide of data and understanding that Gojo controlled, their consciousnesses crushed under the weight of it all.

As the void pulsed with energy, Gojo approached Valkorion, who was now utterly paralyzed. Floating effortlessly in the void, Gojo extended his hand and placed it on Valkorion's head. His four-pupil Rikugan eyes, glowing with otherworldly light, pierced through the Eternal Emperor's fading essence.

"Failed emperor will always be a failed emperor," Gojo taunted, his tone dripping with contempt. "You claw at power, but all you manage to grasp is dust."

With a swift motion, Gojo decapitated Valkorion's aspect, the essence dissipating like ash in a gust of wind. Darkness swirled, and the multitude of eyes within the Void absorbed Valkorion, erasing his presence completely.

Quest Update: Valkorion Absorbed.

Remaining Aspects: Vitiate, Tenebrae.

Vitiate and Tenebrae, now faced with the same fate, were immobilized, trapped in the relentless storm of knowledge that defined Unlimited Void. Their forms flickered, their strength waning under the infinite pressure of Gojo's domain.

Growing bored with their struggle, Gojo thought, I need more entertainment. With a swift, dismissive kick, he expelled both Vitiate and Tenebrae from his mindscape, sending them hurtling back into the real world.

Vitiate and Tenebrae, now back in their physical forms, stumbled as they regained their bearings. Confusion quickly turned to shock as they saw Valkorion's lifeless body sprawled on the ground—dead, his essence completely obliterated by Gojo's merciless onslaught. The reality of their situation settled in, and the fear of Gojo's power loomed even larger. As Gojo stepped forward, a smug grin played on his lips. "You've got 7 years left. Now, what are you going to do about it?"

Desperation fueled Vitiate's rage. His dark eyes flared with a furious glow as he drew on the power of the dark side. Summoning a Force Storm, his hands crackled with barely contained energy, dark tendrils swirling violently around him. This storm was a tempest of lightning and raw Force energy—ferocious, yet not on the same catastrophic scale as Palpatine's infamous Force Storms. Nonetheless, it was powerful enough to obliterate fleets and rip through defenses. Vitiate, burning through four more years of his borrowed time, unleashed it with the ferocity of a cornered predator.

"Behold the power of a true Sith!" Vitiate bellowed, his voice resonating with the arrogance and fury of a Dark Lord desperate to assert his dominance. "I am Vitiate, the Eternal Emperor, the devourer of worlds! No mere child will challenge my reign and live! Feel the despair of my might!"

Gojo, unfazed by the storm's intensity, simply grinned, allowing the destructive energy to engulf him. The storm tore through the space where he stood, lightning crashing down with deafening roars. For a moment, Gojo's form disintegrated, turning to ash under the relentless onslaught of Vitiate's attack.

Vitiate's expression twisted into one of grim satisfaction. "Is that all it took? You are nothing compared to the dark side!" He boasted, letting his bravado echo, as if to reassure himself of his perceived victory.

However, doubt flickered in Tenebrae's eyes—the original aspect, now more cautious and aware of the true power they were up against. "Is he truly gone?" Tenebrae questioned, sensing the uneasy reality that Gojo's absence didn't quite feel right.

Vitiate's arrogance faltered, and uncertainty crept in. "Did I really kill him?" His voice wavered, betraying the sliver of fear that Gojo might still be lurking, playing with their expectations.

Suddenly, Vitiate screamed as his legs were severed by an invisible force, sending him crashing to the ground. The pain was intense, and he writhed in agony, his bravado shattered in an instant. Panic set in as he realized that Gojo's mock death had been nothing more than a feint.

The sky above darkened, and a vast shadow loomed, filled with a thousand eyes converging into a single, piercing stare. From this convergence, Gojo Satoru emerged, untouched by Vitiate's desperate attack. His presence was overwhelming, exuding an aura of absolute invulnerability. The Four Pupil Rikugan eyes shone brightly, and Gojo descended as if stepping down from a throne of darkness itself.

"You really thought that was enough to kill me?" Gojo's voice rang out, dripping with a calm, unshakeable confidence. "You were never even close."

Vitiate, still writhing on the ground, tried to muster defiance, but the overwhelming presence of Gojo was too much. Gojo's mastery of the Almighty had allowed him to simply ignore the Force Storm, resurrecting himself with absolute immunity to its effects.

Gojo's gaze shifted to Tenebrae, the remaining command aspect who was now trembling under the crushing realization of their impending defeat. "You're down to one years. What's your next move, failed emperor?"

Vitiate, fighting through the pain, looked up, his voice a ragged whisper filled with hatred and fear. "You… you think you can just… defy the dark side…?"

Gojo's expression turned sour. "You should pick your words carefully, aspect, because now it's your last."

Without hesitation, Gojo moved forward, and in an instant, darkness with a thousand eyes converged on Vitiate, tearing him apart and absorbing his essence. Vitiate's form disintegrated, his power and presence consumed by the overwhelming force of Gojo's will.

Quest Updated: Valkorion and Vitiate absorbed.

Gojo turned his gaze to Tenebrae, who had dropped to his knees, desperation etched across his features. Tenebrae looked up, trembling, and pleaded, "Have mercy, Gojo Satoru."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Hohhhh, the original personality begging for mercy? Even after you devoured two planets? Pathetic."

Tenebrae's voice cracked as he desperately offered, "Wait! I can give you power beyond your wildest dreams—true immortality, dominion over the Force, anything you desire! Together, we can reshape the galaxy!"

Gojo's smile faded into a bored look, his interest in Tenebrae's offer nonexistent. He glanced up at the sky, his four pupil Rikugan eyes scanning the vastness of space, sensing a familiar dark presence on the move. Gojo's eyes narrowed as he felt Plagueis's essence on the way to a final clone, seeking refuge in a Sidious clone buried deep within Coruscant's underworld.

"Huh…" Gojo muttered, his surprise quickly turning into a mocking laugh. "Pfft… AHAHAHAHAHA! Did the dark side really just pull a future Sidious clone from the depths for Plagueis to hop into? This will be a finale now ."

Without sparing Tenebrae another glance, Gojo suddenly grabbed him by the throat. Tenebrae's eyes widened in terror as Gojo's grip tightened, cutting off his breath.

"Let's go flying," Gojo said with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with disdain. In a burst of speed, Gojo launched into the sky, dragging Tenebrae along with him as they soared towards the stars, leaving behind the wreckage of Tenebrae's ambitions.