355 The Boys: The Girl in the Black Dress, Stan Edgar's blood, End of The Fight and Is he Allen?

(Moments before the attack of Malchemical and Void)

Artoria stood before the man with black hair tied in a ponytail. He had a calm expression while she was clearly irritated at the sight of him.

But what was the reason for such unusual behavior in her? Was it because he, being a descendant of her people, should be her ally? No, it wasn't something so superficial as that; Artoria, having sworn her loyalty to Allen, had renounced being the ruler of any place.

Artoria narrowed her eyes; Walter had an aura different from any human she had seen in this world, strange and unpleasant in her eyes.

Walter used his cables and cut everything in his path toward Artoria. The cables acted like sword slashes. Artoria casually moved her wrist and broke them all. The difference in power was clear and overwhelming; however, Artoria still felt irritated.

Walter smiled. "Your Majesty, if you're so concerned about my identity, I can tell you."

Walter's goal was to distance Artoria from Allen and contain her for as long as possible, regardless of whether it was by force or something else.

"First, allow me to express my admiration for your strength, nobility, and insight…"

"Cut the chatter, Walter C. Dornez!" Artoria stomped the ground as she pointed her sword at Walter. "Tell me what you are?!"

Humanity is often portrayed as cruel, ruthless, and dangerous, and in a way, they are right. Among humans, there are always those who know no bounds and are willing to commit acts that violate the natural order.

Vought began with genetic alteration decades ago, but no matter what they created, Compound V was a miracle of genetics, their miracle. Perhaps it would lead humanity into a new era, or perhaps it would be the reason for its extinction.

Fortunately for the humanity of this world, Vought monopolized the formula for Compound V, and for decades they created a few Supes to control them for profit.

If their plans had been more... warlike, the current world wouldn't be as everyone knows it.

Once Compound V had appeared and Vought was taking its first steps, a man named Stanford Edgar emerged.

With him, Vought's development grew by leaps and bounds, dominating the pharmaceutical and entertainment sectors. However, this Stanford Edgar was different from his original variant; he had already demonstrated it in how he acted, how he thought, and what he was willing to sacrifice.

Unlike his original version, Stan Edgar did not focus as much on the entertainment sector and did not abandon the field of genetic development.

Walter opened his mouth after smiling. "It's well known that Stanford is a man who considers Supes to be defective products… but Your Majesty, why are Supes defective? Initially, my Lord thought it was a flaw in the formula…"

"…" Artoria had her attention on Allen, but she had to admit she had been distracted by the existence of this "being" called Walter C. Dornez.

"But then he understood that perhaps the defect lay in the base of a supe—in other words, a human being…"

Artoria tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword...

"Human beings are creatures full of flaws, weak and ambitious; such beings are incapable of handling so much power without succumbing to corruption. Even with Vought's brainwashing of children, they all had some degeneration, a fetish, an obsessive desire, a need to fulfill something... even the most innocent had their defects, whether it was naivety or stupidity…"

"I don't want your speech; just tell me what you are?"

Walter smiled, "Genetic modification is something incredible and highly advanced, but along the way, there are also interesting things. Understanding that, my Lord said: If there isn't an adequate base for Compound V, we will create one…"

"…!"

"That's right, Your Majesty; I'm an artificial human, a soulless human; I'm not even fully human... genetic code from various animals was used, and even artificially created code."

"That must be a lie...such a thing."

"It's an aberration, isn't it?... Even Homelander is more human than me... Perhaps I'm twenty percent human and the rest... who knows? But unfortunately, I am defective too... not like the master of Your Majesty."

Artoria felt the need to end the homunculus before her. Not that she hated it, but what its existence meant, a broken taboo.

"Excalibur!" Artoria didn't hesitate and unleashed her sword. A flash of golden light shattered the ground in its path and soared skyward. Walter barely escaped.

...

The Emperor – Humans playing with life, breaking every taboo; it's always the same story.

Rick – I say this from experience; these things always end at the end of the world *burp*.

Superman – What a lamentable existence...

Batman – A homunculus; what was Stanford Edgar thinking...

Athena – *She covers her face with her hand* Humans creating humans; this can't end well...

Hestia – Damn it! *She slams her hand on the table...*

...

It was only momentary, but people diverted their attention from Allen. When Artoria's attack ended, everyone's attention returned to Allen only to see him attacked in both scenarios.

That small margin of time was enough for Artoria not to react in time. She looked in horror at an unknown danger aimed at Allen's life; she shouldn't have gotten distracted, even if it was just for a second.

Esdeath was there; however, Malchemical was not an ordinary human; both his body and power were too strange, and Esdeath, with no experience dealing with someone similar, she couldn't stop him.

Artoria and Esdeath screamed in anger and despair, both were trusting that Allen wouldn't die, but that didn't matter; seeing him hurt under their protection was an unforgivable mistake.

Bocchi unconsciously increased the strength of her aura, turning it into a shield, but it was useless and was instantly destroyed by Malchemical.

Stan Edgar watched the screen attentively, ignoring Kimiko as she jumped toward him at that moment; his eyes were bloodshot. She shouldn't know what was happening, but instinctively she knew Allen was in danger, and it was all Stan Edgar's fault.

"It's fine... I've won... wait! What?!"

Before Malchemical could reach Allen, Nokotan appeared, opened her own head, and trapped Malchemical inside. Then she fell to the ground.

"I lost..."

Kimiko attacked with her claws, creating two deep marks on Stan Edgar's chest. He spat blood but didn't fall, staring in disbelief like all the other spectators.

"Nokotan!" Bocchi screamed in fear.

...

Malchemical's attack was stopped by Nokotan, but who stopped Void's attack?

*Allen's POV*

It's not that I've forgotten her or that I'm simply ignoring the problem, but there's something that keeps me from addressing this issue.

The dolls are independent beings; each has its own will, past, and desires. Each one carries a great deal of things I don't know.

They're not dolls made for my benefit, yet I can treat them as such.

Someone thought that Allen Walker could decide what to do with girls he had just met. That he could order them to do whatever he wanted, and they would live or die for him.

That idea has always made me feel terrible...

Before all this, I was just an ordinary guy, a geek, an otaku, a student with little presence, and a guy who was in love with a cute girl, where dancing with her at graduation would be one of the best moments of his life.

The black dress floated before me while the lance splattered warm blood on my face.

The terrifying lance disappeared, and the slender figure with pale skin as bright as the moon and a melancholic aura fell slowly into my arms.

She was a beautiful girl with a delicate and lovely face, but with a body so light, fragile, and delicate that it seemed about to vanish.

She looked into my eyes, her eyes filled with sadness...

I made a grave mistake...

She made a grave mistake, but I did too...

Why didn't I order her to stop at any moment?

Why didn't I order her to come back the moment that incident happened?

Why did I leave her in that world as if she had nothing to do with me?

It only took one word from me, and the three of them would return; I could have ordered them to kneel for a year to make up for all their mistakes, I could humiliate them or force them to only use their doll-like appearance for a year.

I didn't do it...

I thought I was doing the right thing by giving them absolute freedom, that it was a right they should have, but maybe not to the point of simply leaving them behind.

I looked at the wound on her stomach; even if it was a definitive death, it was something made for me, not for her... but still, the cracks slowly spread across the girl's abdomen in my arms.

*End of POV*

"It's been a while... Allen."

Blood gushed from Wednesday's mouth, and cracks spread across the girl's body; she was breaking as if she were made of glass.

Allen knelt and supported Wednesday's head while placing her legs on the ground. He used his other hand to employ every technique and skill to try to heal her... but soon he realized it was futile; still, he tried.

"Why?" Allen asked with a furrowed brow and a look of pain.

"You're always like this... you should hate me, but you still hold me with such tenderness and suffer for me..."

"Answer the question!... I still had one Save Point! There's no need for you to do this..."

"It's true~ that stupid doll got in our fight!~" Void mocked. "Not only is she disobedient, but she's also stupid! Hahaha!"

"Shut up for a moment..."

Allen raised his hand and created a small sphere that instantly attacked Void.

"What!?"

Void tried to resist but was pushed back without being able to stop it.

"Ahhhh!"

Blood gushed from his mouth as he attempted to resist the attack, but it was useless; he could only be pushed to the end of the world.

...

Allen didn't pay attention to Void; his eyes never left the girl as if he were afraid that if he looked away, she would disappear. Allen felt her breath becoming slower and slower.

"Why, Wednesday?"

Wednesday smiled slightly as she extended her thin arm to touch his face.

"I... don't know... I just did..."

Wednesday awoke and came into this world when she sensed the danger Allen was in and saw everyone fighting to protect him

She didn't belong there, she felt she didn't have a place. However, she worried for Allen and felt it was strange that the dolls, having a connection with Allen only surpassed by the system, couldn't contact him.

At that moment the system communicated with her.

[Wednesday!]

"System?"

[We don't have time; Void is blocking my connection with Allen, but you could reach him!?]

"But... I..." Wednesday's voice trembled.

Frustration... Weakness... Love... Misery... Longing... Pain... Regret...

Various emotions she had locked away in her heart awakened and were a thousand times worse than before!

[Shut up! That doesn't matter right now! Allen is in danger!]

"What should I do?!" Wednesday followed the intentions of the system, the system used a fragment of her soul to introduce it into Allen's body and thereby reach him.

From the first moment she met him, there was one thing she felt she had to say. It wasn't something very important; it wasn't something special, but the girl wanted to say one thing.

Before she realized it, she had managed to reach Allen; this was also due to her having the longest relationship with him; after all, she was the first.

"I... am okay... it makes me happy to have this kind of ending in your arms," she smiled brightly as her body broke into fragments of light. "It's true, there's one thing I've always wanted to say... I'm glad it's you and no one else..."

Wednesday vanished from Allen's arms.

Allen's expression didn't show any emotion as if his heart were dry or he couldn't process what had happened. "Why are you smiling? There are still things to talk about... Saying everything you want and escaping is unfair... I have things to apologize for too!"

...

"Tsk, stupid doll!" Void landed; his clothes were in tatters but seemed relatively fine. "Dolls don't die while you're alive, so that dramatic farewell is just a waste of breath!"

Void was right; Wednesday was alive, at least in spirit. If Allen closed his eyes, he could see her sleeping in her coffin so deeply that it seemed she would never wake up.

Wednesday wasn't definitively dead... but she had died in Allen's arms... she had been killed in Allen's presence.

And what if she weren't a doll? What if she were Gwen or Natasha, maybe MJ, even the sly and elusive Felicia, or even with all her strength, perhaps Kara, Raven, or Diana? And Barbara, she has a dangerous job. What about Megan or Emma? They tend to be far away from Allen most of the time?... What about some other girl close to Allen... even now Annie, Kimiko, Cate, and even Maeve are in danger.

"No... Even if they are immortal... even if I can still feel her... she died in my arms... that's a reality..."

"Hahaha, you're naive! You think you're a god?! No one can do everything perfectly!! The world doesn't work that way! Humans aren't like that!! You're not like that! Blaming yourself for everything doesn't solve anything! She died for intervening, and it wasn't even necessary!!! You-!"

Allen moved so fast that Void couldn't react, he covered Void's mouth with his hand. "You talk too much..." Allen said with a piercing gaze.

Void was furious and cut Allen's arm, then moved back a bit.

"Bastard, do you think you can beat me just by increasing your power a little?!" Void was enraged and began massively releasing Ki. "You are me; every increase in power you have, I can have too!!"

"It's true..."

Allen's gaze didn't change and remained calm and serene, even as Void's power kept increasing and increasing...

...

Beerus had stopped his fight with Champa, who was also watching Allen's fight in disbelief that Beerus had found a disciple like this.

Beerus glanced at the screen for a moment with narrowed eyes. "Whis..."

Vados and Whis had serious expressions as they observed the outcome.

"That's right; this fight has ended, Beerus-sama."

...

Allen saw the power being unleashed by Void, and his gaze turned toward the endless dark sky, his eyes filling with a hint of sadness.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with my way of being... but maybe I was too kind..."

"Bastard, are you still fighting me?!" Void clenched his teeth; Allen was no longer in his fight, no longer paying attention; only one would survive, and if Allen wanted to come out alive, he had to win.

Being objective, this was a serious mistake on Allen's part, and Void should be pleased about this and take advantage of it. However, Void didn't feel that way; he felt despised as if his worth couldn't compare to that of a mere doll. Void, He was a terrifying existence, but couldn't even capture Allen's attention, and that drove him crazy.

"Allen Walker... I take back what I said before... you're unpleasant, and I desire your death more than anything!"

"..." Any show of respect from Void meant nothing to Allen.

Void prepared his attack, aiming at Allen with his hand and gathering all his power into a single attack. The energy accumulated in such absurd amounts that it should have been impossible.

But in response, Allen's gaze didn't change...

Allen smiled weakly at Void's fury. "You know, I've realized that we are quite the cheaters; we use so much power, but it's the power of others... I wonder if maybe that's what I'm missing—a false power can protect?"

"What stupidity; humans eat meat and vegetables to obtain nutrients, nutrients they use to gain muscle; the world is made of predators and prey. There's nothing wrong with taking the power of the weak for oneself!!"

"That makes sense..." Allen felt he was throwing Void off balance. "But I still want to use something of my own...."

Allen Walker is an abnormal being. From the beginning, he had significant compatibility with a system designed to turn him into a receiver of multiple powers and abilities. But what is the reason for this compatibility?

The system could never answer that question, but everything pointed to the fact that Allen was too inclined to possess multiple powers as if he were the combination of several entities.

To begin with, Allen decided to create a cursed technique of his own. A technique from the world of Jujutsu Kaisen is developed over time and effort and is passed down through families where it changes to improve.

Allen took a zeptosecond to create a cursed technique... of course, he cheated, because he used several of his own characteristics and blended them into his own technique.

"Limit of Fate..."

Allen activated the ability of molecular manipulation, a skill he shouldn't be able to use. His cursed technique allows him to push the abilities he normally obtains to their limits without any development. Allen has always had that flaw, which is why he never dared to use Conqueror's Haki to its fullest or any other high-complexity or high-power abilities without paying a heavy price.

Void's gaze sharpened...

As one of his arms vanished, this was atomic nullification.

"Don't underestimate me! Compared to Molecule Man, you're not even on the same level! You can't kill me like this, especially not with a cheap copy!"

Void attacked without wasting time. Despite his words, he felt the need to kill Allen quickly.

Allen saw the energy heading his way, but his gaze didn't change. He brought his fingers together, each one paired straight, each finger with its opposing pair, "Domain Extension... Breaking the Destined Limit."

The massive amount of ki in front of Allen disappeared.

"Impossible!" Void shouted. "A cursed technique can't hope to affect such immense power..."

"..."

Certainly, the abilities of Jujutsu Kaisen are a marvel. However, in terms of power levels, they cannot compete with such great strength. No matter their effect, the cursed energy that comprises them would be annihilated upon colliding with the massive ki.

But Allen's Domain Extension is not an attack. Sukuna opened his domain, demonstrating that the conditions of domains are not absolute.

Allen abandoned the idea of affecting others with his domain. He also abandoned the advantages like the guaranteed hit and the sealed space, focusing on one thing: enhancing himself.

As the name of his domain implies, it allows him to break the limit of each ability obtained, pushing it beyond its original power. In simple terms, Allen can temporarily transform a green-ranked ability into a blue one, a purple-ranked one into a crimson one, and a crimson-ranked one into an iridescent one... As for what's beyond iridescent?...

Allen looked at him in silence; he wasn't going to explain anything.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Void tried to attack, but his body began to vanish. There was nothing he could do. He had lost...

Void grew frustrated; his face turned ugly, but at the same time, he calmed down and looked at Allen with muted resentment.

Void lost his last Save Point...

When he reappeared, Allen walked toward him... the next time he died, the fight would be over.

"No, I've lost..." Void knelt as his body slowly broke apart, his power being absorbed by Allen. "Victory defines who lives, and the one who lives takes everything for themselves..."

"Yes..."

"Don't you regret it?" Void looked at Allen in silence; beneath his resentment lay a sense of frustration. "You'll cease to be a pure being in totality if you absorb me..."

"Regret? From the very beginning, you were part of me..." Allen blinked. "I don't believe a person should set aside their flaws, and I don't think humanity would be better without them. I'm just an ordinary boy; it's natural for me to make mistakes... Will eliminating you make me a better person? Maybe, but that wouldn't be me... I've been leaving you behind for a long time, Void... it's time to wake up..."

Void clicked his tongue but accepted Allen's hand.

"You really are a nasty bastard, but you won, take it all..."

...

Outside, Bocchi felt like crying but couldn't abandon Allen.

"Why?! Why am I so useless?! If I had stopped that thing, Nokotan!..."

Allen's warm hand fell on the pink-haired head. "Don't worry, you did well... It was my fault for not resolving this earlier..."

"Allen-san!!" Bocchi opened her eyes and looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of Allen. Allen's smile remained warm and radiated an aura of light; however, there was something different.

Allen looked at Nokotan and knelt.

...

Walter had seen the situation and had thought of supporting Malchemical. Even without an arm, as a homunculus, he felt no pain or fear... he could... he could...

"Huh?!"

His body froze as if death had embraced him. His body began to tremble while cold sweat trickled down his brow. But he didn't sweat; he was a homunculus; he didn't feel fear; he wasn't designed for that.

Walter trembled, observing how Allen's white hair faintly turned a shade grayer, it wasn't much of a difference, but it was noticeable. The change in his eyes was most evident as they turned to a beautiful shiny silver color.

While for Bocchi and the girls who looked on in shock, he remained the same Allen, for Walter, there was a deadly and dangerous sensation just by being in his presence.

"If you move even a little, you'll regret it..."

Allen's voice entered Walter's ears.

Walter panicked and took a step back; immediately, his remaining arm and legs were severed.

"huh?" Walter fell to the ground, not understanding what had happened.

Allen directed his gaze toward him, his eyes made Walter terrified for some reason.

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