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Chapter 88. Papipapi BooM! You Can't Escape This Mission!

Unknown Location

A lone figure sat in deep meditation on the surface of a desolate, uninhabitable planet-its mass at least 4.5 times that of Earth. Chaotic mana swirled around him like a raging storm, corrupting the very air and land, turning the entire planet into a festering well of dark energy.

This was not the original Satria but rather one of his Avatars-an extension of his will, forged for a singular purpose.

He was accumulating the evil residue within him, refining and controlling its volatile nature.

Despite their differences, the original and his Avatar shared the same goal: to grow stronger, to prepare for the worst, and to push beyond their limits.

"It's harder than I thought... controlling magic from the Dark Dimension. Who knew learning without a tutor would be this exhausting?"

Though the dark magic threatened to erode his mind, his powerful mental shields held firm, resisting its corruption. His accelerated thought process-his super-speed cognition-allowed him to analyze and master this chaotic energy faster than most ever could.

This lonely training served a crucial purpose: to achieve balance between the forces of order and chaos within him. A delicate, treacherous task-one that only he could undertake.

To him, magic was like a system glitch-an unpredictable error in the cosmic code. But those with the intelligence and cunning to exploit such "bugs" could wield unimaginable power.

With a deep sigh, he stood. His crimson eyes gleamed with cold resolve.

"Enough for today. I need to erase this planet before I leave."

Through his training, he had realized something terrifying-his power didn't just destroy. It could mutate, evolve, and twist anything it touched, driving living beings into madness. The very presence of his uncontrolled dark aura was a threat to existence itself.

With that in mind, he ascended into space, looking down upon the doomed world. He raised a hand, summoning a crackling red bolt of unholy energy.

"Three... Two... One... Zero."

"Chaos Phantasmagoria."

The red bolt descended, expanding into a vortex of spiraling chaos that engulfed the planet entirely. Space trembled as the world was erased-consumed by the very essence of disorder-leaving nothing behind.

"Five seconds? Hm. Disappointing. I'll need a more durable playground next time."

With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a fiend's gate-a portal to an alternate universe, shrouded in dark mystery.

The Darkest Ultra stepped forward, vanishing into the unknown, waiting patiently for the moment his original self would call upon him.

His purpose was set. His motive? Unclear.

But one thing was certain-when the time came, the universe would tremble.

•

Satria Mansion

Kuoh, Japan

The dimly lit room was illuminated only by the glow of monitors and the vibrant neon of arcade sticks. In one corner, Kazuma lounged with a confident smirk, while on the other side of the couch, Satria fidgeted nervously.

"Why are you so strong?! No... Relax, JAN... You promised yourself not to be toxic... The battle isn't over yet."

Kazuma grinned, fingers tapping away effortlessly. "What do you mean not over? This is the end for you, noob!"