Within the Sovereign's Realm, under the watchful eyes of Arthur and Akua Shuzen, Fujisaki Miyabi's body—now wrapped in churning black mist—began to twist and change.
His form swelled and expanded.
The human guise vanished in an instant.
Within just three seconds, he had transformed into a towering monster over three meters tall.
He still retained a vaguely humanoid frame, but his head had become insectoid—like that of a locust.
An oval bulge crowned his skull, tapering to a point at the top, the protrusion dotted with grotesque, eye-like organs.
His mouth was packed with razor-sharp fangs.
Behind him, tattered wings fluttered weakly, while several black tentacles writhed from his back, swaying in the air.
His skin was a sickly dark cyan, muscles coiled beneath the surface, brimming with brutal strength.
Wisps of black energy coiled around him, radiating a sinister, corrupt aura.
"Go," Arthur said softly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"The final act begins."
The Golden General stepped forward, his massive greatsword materializing in hand.
In an instant, he appeared before Fujisaki Miyabi, raising the blade high and slashing downward.
Terrifying golden energy compressed around the sword, radiating lethal brilliance.
No time to dodge—so he didn't.
Miyabi's gaze hardened. He met the strike head-on, raising his clawed hands to grab the blade itself.
A golden flash split the air.
Miyabi was cleaved in two.
From head to groin, his body split apart—then the golden blade energy shot forward, expanding into a massive arc that slammed against the domain's spatial barrier.
BOOM!
Thunder roared. The entire Sovereign's Realm trembled faintly.
Yet even as his body was bisected, Miyabi's claws had found their mark—digging into the Golden General's torso, flooding it with corrupting black miasma.
Hissss!
The Golden General's armor sizzled and smoked. Golden spiritual energy flared in retaliation, clashing violently with the invading black aura, each cancelling the other out.
Unbothered, the Golden General swung his greatsword again—
each arc of light carving through Miyabi's flesh until his body was reduced to hundreds of fragments.
But dark red energy threads stretched from every bloody chunk, pulling them back together.
Shu-shu-shu!
Within two seconds, he was whole again.
Arthur arched a brow, focusing a sliver of his will into the Golden General.
The greatsword dissolved into golden motes, merging into the General's massive frame—
every inch of his body now infused with the weapon's razor edge.
He clenched a fist. The air cracked like glass.
Then he struck.
The punch detonated with volcanic force.
Miyabi roared and swung his own fist to counter.
Their blows met—worlds colliding.
CRACK!
A wet explosion followed, black-red blood mist splattering across the domain.
Half of Miyabi's body disintegrated instantly.
The Golden General didn't pause.
His right leg swung upward—
BOOM!
The remaining half of Miyabi's body burst into a crimson spray.
And yet… he still wasn't dead.
The blood mist writhed.
In seconds, the fragments began knitting themselves back together again.
His right side was already reforming.
The Golden General's barrage continued—punch after punch, explosion after explosion.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Each strike shattered the monster anew before he could fully regenerate.
Even so, the True Ancestor refused to stay down.
"...!"
Watching from Arthur's side, Akua Shuzen's eyes gleamed with fervent admiration.
So this is the vitality of a True Ancestor!
Worthy indeed of the title "Undying."
Even the Second True Ancestor, Akasha Bradleipa, one of the Three Dark Kings, was known as the "Immortal Swordsman."
"True Ancestors are hard to kill indeed," Arthur murmured thoughtfully, eyes glinting.
Unless one could utterly erase the power of the True Ancestor within his body,
destroying Fujisaki Miyabi completely was almost impossible.
The strength of his Royal General alone wasn't enough.
With a flick of thought, the corroded Golden General dissipated into golden light—returning to the Swords of Damocles.
The blade itself remained immaculate.
The corrosion had touched only the manifested energy form, never the weapon's essence.
As Arthur ceased his assault, Miyabi—now scattered across the domain as countless bloody fragments—began to regenerate once more.
Arthur simply watched.
Calm, composed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Akua Shuzen blinked, glancing between Arthur and the regenerating Miyabi.
She didn't know what he planned—
but she wisely kept silent.
After about a minute, Miyabi's form finally reconstituted.
"That's enough," Arthur said suddenly.
"This performance should come to an end."
His words reached Miyabi's ears.
The True Ancestor sneered faintly—
but before he could respond, his face froze.
He felt it.
The space around him locked tight—an invisible cage.
Then came the blades.
Countless spatial edges shredded through him, carving his body into a thousand pieces within a blink.
The surrounding space began to collapse inward—compressing the fragments into nothing but blood mist.
Then—
BOOM!
Space imploded. A cataclysmic spatial storm erupted,
tearing even the blood mist apart, reducing every last particle into molecules—then atoms.
He met the same end as his clone.
The process lasted about a minute.
Only then did Arthur sense it—
Fujisaki Miyabi died.
Truly, completely dead.
His clone had lasted barely three seconds.
"What a tough bastard," Arthur muttered, dispersing the storm with a casual wave.
"Is it over?" Akua Shuzen asked softly.
Arthur smiled and nodded.
Her eyes shimmered with admiration and love.
As expected of my man—
Even the legendary "Immortal" True Ancestor had fallen before him.
"Hmm?"
But just then, Arthur frowned slightly, puzzled.
If Fujisaki Miyabi was dead…
Why hadn't the Encyclopedia of All Things registered the kill?
"What's wrong?" Akua Shuzen tilted her head curiously.
"Wait," Arthur murmured.
With a thought, he opened the Encyclopedia of All Things.
The pages flipped automatically to the entry on Fujisaki Miyabi.
The silhouette was still black.
Unlit.
Meaning the condition wasn't met.
"Could it be… he's not dead?"
Arthur's brows are knitted tightly.
But that shouldn't be possible.
He had felt Miyabi's existence erased down to the last atom.
The man wasn't one of those entities who could resurrect from mere traces of existence or scattered souls.
Then how could he still be alive?
Unless—
The cunning old monster had hidden backup fragments of his mind and memory somewhere.
A failsafe.
One life gone, another awoken.
Arthur fell silent, thoughtful.
No matter how he reasoned it, something didn't add up.
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