The First and Final attack

Third person pov

The orc before zeyron, dressed in a casual air of confidence and misplaced kindness, had sparked something deeper within him—a clash of fundamental ideologies, so absurd yet so dangerous that it could warp this world beyond recognition.

Zeyron's gaze hardened as he reflected on it.

"If I let him live... this world would spiral into madness,"he mused. "He would turn it into something grotesque, a world where their twisted sense of nobility rules. Killing would become a form of celebration, a perverse honor. Before long, this world would be unrecognizable—a hentai-like existence, all chaos and absurdity. I can't allow that."

He glanced at Rudra and Lucia, who were still visibly recovering from their battle with the orc army. Their expressions were filled with confusion, and understandably so. To them, this was a world of strategy, conquest, and battle—a world where survival was paramount. How could they ever comprehend the horror of the alternate reality this orc came from?

No, Zeyron thought. They don't need to understand. They just need to survive.

Casually, Zeyron spoke up, his tone as light as the situation allowed. "So, orc... you seem quite certain of yourself."

The orc grinned widely, the sincerity in his eyes even more unsettling. "Why wouldn't I be? It's rare for humans to achieve such greatness in battle."

"Hold that thought." Zeyron's voice cut through the orc's words like a blade. He could already feel the swirling mana building within him, gathering in secret. As the orc prattled on about twisted notions of kindness, Zeyron quietly prepared. _I can't take any chances, he thought. I'll obliterate him completely.

His mana, collected from the depths of his reserves, surged quietly beneath his skin. He manipulated it carefully, ensuring not even a flicker of energy would give away his true intentions. All the while, Zeyron continued to converse as if everything were normal.

"Tell me," Zeyron said, his voice maintaining its casual tone, "what's your world's idea of a... dignified death?"

The orc's smile widened, oblivious to the danger. "Dignified? Oh, we celebrate it! To die in combat or at the hands of a worthy opponent is the highest honor one can receive. It is"

Zeyron's eyes sharpened. Now.

"Trinity Slash."

Without hesitation, he unleashed the spell. The air itself seemed to split apart as the attack rocketed forward, a convergence of devastating energy, five times stronger than the infamous Disintegration spell. The sheer force of the spell obliterated the ground beneath it, vaporizing everything in its path.

Rudra and Lucia barely had time to react before Zeyron's protective barrier formed around them—a complex, multilayered shield crafted with his time-related skill. Within the safety of this barrier, they were spared from the unfathomable destruction that followed.

The world outside the barrier seemed to slow, as if reality itself were bending to Zeyron's will. The beam of energy tore through the orc, evaporating him in an instant. There was no scream, no moment of realization—just a sudden, complete erasure of existence. The slash continued its path, carving a scar across the forest for nearly 100 kilometers, leaving behind a deep canal as wide as a river. As the attack reached the coastline, the ocean waters surged, rushing into the newly-formed trenches, filling them rapidly with waves that crashed and gushed in violent torrents.

When the light finally faded, and the sound of destruction dulled to a distant roar, Rudra and Lucia stood in stunned silence. Their mouths hung open, eyes wide in disbelief.

Lucia was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "He... He destroyed everything..."

Rudra swallowed hard, his mind reeling. "That canal... it stretches as far as the eye can see..."

Zeyron, however, was less concerned with the destruction he had wrought. His mind was focused on something far more perplexing. That... was too easy. He stared at the spot where the orc had stood, then at the massive scar his spell had left in its wake.

"How did I kill a reincarnated being so easily? Where is the luck that's supposed to protect him?"

In response to his silent query, Nova's voice chimed in calmly within his mind. [The reason is simple. Your ultimate skill, Lord of Defiance, counters all forms of heaven-defying luck or protection.]

"Lord of Defiance..." Zeyron muttered, recalling the power that had been granted to him during evolution. So that's how it works... even reincarnated beings can't escape it.

He couldn't help but chuckle, though it was a hollow sound. So much for heaven-defying luck. Looks like it doesn't matter when I'm involved. His gaze returned to the ocean, where the water had now filled the canal, a testament to the overwhelming power he had just unleashed.

Rudra and Lucia continued to stare, their shock still evident. "Zeyron... what are you?" Rudra finally asked, his voice tinged with awe.

Zeyron smirked, turning back to them. "May be a puppet." With that, he walked forward, leaving the ruins of the orc and the newly-formed canal behind him. He was followed by rudra and Lucia. Both of them try to talk to him but he ignored it and seeing this they give up.

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"So Nova what do you think " zeyron asked Nova his mana's the question he was having after this fight.

[As I suspected this world inhabitants is getting stronger but not the World]

"And this cannal is the best example right "

[Yes, the central world is built to withstand power of beings like you but the disturction you have cause was not even 10% of your true fire Power]

" Just imagine if someone as strong as me fight against equal strong enemy " zeyron said as he Shiver for some reason.

[ This world will be destroyed for sure ]

" So what should we do" zeyron asked.

[We can contact the creator veldanava and asked him directly]

"You are correct we should do that" zeyron said.

"Well at last you decide to asked me although it is very late but I will ignore it for now " a voice sounded divine and comforting in the mind space of zeyron and Nova. Both of them stopped what they were doing.

This is the place where no one should be able to enter but not only there someone invaded it but also in such a why that Nova did not know about it.