CHAPTER 10
EPISODE 1
ARC — DEVIL GIBBLE BEAST (PART 3)
KANOJI — The Threshold
Kanoji's eyes opened into a darkness that wasn't empty. It was alive. Each pulse of the Devil Void matched his heartbeat like a drum of death. Chains of red light coiled around him, snapping and rattling with every movement he dared make.
He tried to stand. Pain answered—not physical, but memory. Every scream, every order, every choice he had made. Efficiency over mercy. Power over humanity.
"Fucking hell… I didn't want this," he whispered.
The figure in the void stepped closer. Taller than him, its face hidden, presence suffocating.
"You have entered the threshold," it said.
Kanoji forced himself upright. "…If this is where I lose myself, then do it quickly."
The figure tilted its head. Chains rattled around them.
"Remain human… and the world dies. Become the Devil Gibble Beast… and you live long enough to watch everything end."
Kanoji laughed—weak, bitter, broken.
"…That's not a choice."
The figure stepped closer. "…Tokiyami Fushi made the same decision. Look what it cost him."
Kanoji's mind screamed. The visions flooded back. Wyung Shing reaching for the feather, Tokiyami Fushi standing alone before the war, a child crying in a world that offered no help.
Chains of the Devil Void wrapped tighter around him.
"I… I'm not gonna be a fucking puppet," Kanoji roared. His voice tore through the void, echoing through dimensions. "I won't let this shit world decide for me. Not anymore."
A laugh, dark and thunderous, rolled from the figure.
"You will be what you were meant to be. You will be the Devil Gibble Beast… or nothing."
Kanoji's body convulsed. The Devil Void's chains fought him, but he moved anyway. With every motion, devils materialized around him, twisted and hungry, reflecting his anger, his pain, his hatred.
"Fucking idiots… I saved him. I saved him and this is what I get?" Kanoji spat, blood mixing with tears, dripping down his chin. "You think I give a damn about the rules? Fuck the rules. Fuck this world!"
The chains snapped, one by one. The devils howled, awaiting his command. Kanoji raised his hand, crimson fire dancing across his fingers. Every movement split reality.
"Wyung Shing… you'll see. I won't be the fucking weak one again. No one—NO ONE—will tell me what to do," he screamed.
The void shattered. Red light exploded across the dimension. Devils surged forward, following his will without hesitation.
Somewhere far away, the Wall of Scorpion trembled violently, as if sensing the complete shift of power.
"I'm done being human," Kanoji whispered, voice calm but deadly. "If being human means letting this world rot… then I'll be the monster it deserves. The Devil Gibble Beast."
For the first time in his life, he smiled—not mercy, not hope. Just rage, pain, and power.
The void pulsed. Chains of red light formed a throne around him. The devils bowed, awaiting his command. The air itself felt crushed under his presence.
"…Let's burn it all," Kanoji said. His voice carried across dimensions. "If the humans are worthless… if they don't deserve love… I'll fucking erase this world myself."
The figure paused. Hesitated.
Kanoji laughed. "…That's right. Watch me, you motherfucking gods. Watch me burn everything."
And with a single step, he leapt into the void, leaving nothing but devastation in his wake.
The world trembled. The future fractured. And for the first time…
Kanoji became something no human could survive.
EPISODE END
To Be Continued…
CHAPTER 10
EPISODE 2
ARC — DEVIL GIBBLE BEAST (PART 4)
WYUNG SHING — The Reckoning
The void shook as Kanoji's presence faded. But far from the shattered realm, a storm gathered. Shadows twisted unnaturally, crawling across the battlefield like living ink.
Wyung Shing's hands shook. His dragon had collapsed, wings battered, breathing labored. Yet he stood.
"You… you really became that monster…" he muttered, eyes narrowing.
From the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall, armored, face obscured. A weapon pulsed with a black aura, dripping shadows like they were alive.
"I am Morrow," the figure said, voice hollow. "And you're in my world now, boy."
Wyung Shing gritted his teeth. Purple light ignited around him, unstable, raw, feeding off his pain. "If you want a fight… you'll get one."
Morrow moved. Fast. Impossible. Air itself screamed as his fist smashed through the stone beneath Wyung Shing. The impact lifted him off his feet, hurling him into a jagged ruin.
Wyung Shing slammed into the ground, the black aura around him flaring violently. His dragon roared weakly, struggling to rise.
"You think you can kill me?" Morrow whispered, shadows crawling up his arm, forming grotesque claws. "You're nothing but human."
Wyung Shing's hands glowed. His chest ached as memories flooded back—the feather, Kanoji, Tokiyami Fushi. The pain became power.
"FUCK human limits!" Wyung Shing screamed. Energy erupted in a wave that distorted reality, black veins crawling through the light. His body trembled, reshaping.
Morrow's shadows struck. Each hit could have shattered mountains, yet Wyung Shing dodged, barely, his new power reacting instinctively. He struck back—claws of purple energy raked across Morrow's armor, cracking it but not fully piercing.
"You saved him…" Morrow hissed. "You still remember pain… weakness."
"Pain is power!" Wyung Shing yelled. His aura exploded. Shadows twisted with light, unstable, writhing. New strength surged through him. "I don't give a fuck about rules anymore!"
The ground cracked, reality bending as both fighters clashed. Every blow was catastrophic—shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, black flames licking the sky.
For a moment, neither moved. Both bleeding, bodies pushed to the absolute edge. Wyung Shing's purple-black veins glowed, Morrow's shadows twisting unnaturally.
"…This… this is impossible," Wyung Shing muttered, sweat and blood streaking his face.
Morrow smiled. "…Yet here you are, alive."
They charged. Every strike could have killed either one. Every dodge carried the risk of annihilation. The air itself screamed.
Finally, after a final collision, both crashed to the ground. Limbs shattered, energy expended, breaths ragged. The battlefield was unrecognizable. Ash and fire hung in the air.
Wyung Shing groaned. Black veins crawled across his body. His hands glowed faintly—new abilities awakening, unstable, dangerous.
Morrow lay on the ground, a claw broken, shadows flaring. "Impressive," he said. "…You're more than human now."
Wyung Shing coughed, crimson mixing with ash. "…I'm not human anymore," he whispered. "…But I survived."
The Wall of Scorpion trembled violently in the distance, sensing the full shift of power. Something ancient stirred.
Somewhere else, far beyond, Kanoji watched. The world was breaking, the balance shattered. And now… the stage was set for a collision that could erase everything.
EPISODE END
To Be Continued…