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Chapter 408 — My Turn Now
🕑 Added 2025-10-28 19:54:23 +0000 UTCAcross the frozen wasteland, streams of dazzling light tore through the sky—like countless shooting stars carving fiery scars across the endless sky.
Waves of Honkai energy twisted into violent vortices.
Howling winds slashed through the air like blades, ravaging the vast realm of the Elysian Realm.
Blinding beams of energy, dense as a bullet storm, cascaded toward the lone figure standing at the center of the world.
The roar of destruction filled the air, yet Nagami merely glanced at them—calm, almost indifferent—as the barrage reached his body.
The moment the attacks touched the faint, transparent layer surrounding him an ideal fluid compressed beyond limit yet devoid of any viscosity.
Making those devastating rays either twisted aside or detonated harmlessly, scattering like shattered glass.
As a thunderous explosions rolled across the sky.
Frost clashed with flame, and the sky turned into a burning sea of blue and white.
The violent collisions ignited the air itself, transforming the battlefield into a cataclysmic storm of energy that devoured everything in sight.
Brilliant light consumed the horizon.
The shockwave tore through the atmosphere, scattering clouds and sky alike—yet at the center of that chaos, Nagami stood untouched within his perfect, fluid barrier.
In the next instant, three blurs appeared before him—Kevin, Hua, and Kalpas their speeds beyond human comprehension, movements sharp enough to tear reality itself.
Even without wielding the Judgment of Shamash, Kevin was far from someone to be underestimated.
Though he is no longer at his prime, his combat prowess still far surpassed that of any other fusion warrior.
Kevin lunged forward towards Nagami, his fist cutting through the air with a force that distorted the very atmosphere.
The explosive surge of Honkai energy was like a dragon’s roar.
But that devastating punch passed straight through Nagami’s throat, his forehead, his chest—like striking a mirage.
No resistance. No impact.
It was as if he had punched a hologram.
Kalpas and Hua widened their eyes slightly in disbelief.
At this level of battle, illusions and afterimages were meaningless—fusion warriors had long surpassed the limits of human perception.
“His body… doesn’t exist in this space.” Kevin’s calm voice broke the silence, even as he swiftly retreated to the side, assessing the situation with razor precision.
Nagami smiled gently, the kind of smile that could make one forget he had just evaded death itself.
The explanation was simple: intangible phase-shifting, much like Obito Uchiha’s ability to phase through matter—effortlessly switching his body between the real and imaginary space.
No time limit, no weakness—pure control at will.
“To touch him,” Kevin continued, “you’d need spatial-type attacks—or force strong enough to tear space apart. Anything less won’t even reach him.”
It wasn’t impossible.
With enough energy, even Honkai power could breach dimensions—one didn’t need to understand imaginary mathematics to shatter the boundary of space itself.
But if every strike had to reach that magnitude, even the fusion warriors would quickly burn out.
“Su…” Kevin turned slightly, eyes landing on the man standing quietly behind him.
If physical attacks couldn’t reach Nagami, perhaps a spiritual assault could.
Su specialized in mental perception and psychic interference.
Yet Su only smiled bitterly, shaking his head.
“His mind is… immovable. Like a mountain that cannot fall. I can’t shake even the smallest thought within him. Just like back then—when we faced the Herrscher of Finality.”
Su’s words carried a faint tremor of awe.
Nagami’s mind didn’t exude any godlike power like the Herrscher of Finality—but it emanated something far deeper: the serenity of absolute truth.
“My~ this is quite troublesome, isn’t it?” Elysia sighed, lowering her glowing bow as her playful tone carried a note of genuine helplessness.
Her violet eyes fixed on the black-haired boy standing gracefully amid the storm—untouched, unshaken, not even a wrinkle on his coat.
“I didn’t think the Herrscher of Reason could actually reproduce other Herrscher abilities,” she said with a wry smile. “Are we sure this isn’t some kind of dream?”
No one was more stunned than Dr. Mebius.
As one of the top scientists of the Previous Era, she understood what “Herrscher authority” meant—the pinnacle manifestation of physical law itself.
For someone to fully comprehend and replicate multiple Herrscher powers simultaneously... that was absurd, beyond imagination.
Not even she could do that.
Wind whipped through the battlefield, sending Nagami’s black hair fluttering wildly.
His coat—lined with faint lavender starlight billowed softly as he surveyed the massive world bubble that was the Elysian Realm.
It was vast—about the size of the entire European continent, perhaps even larger.
He needed to demonstrate overwhelming force—yet avoid destroying everything.
A delicate balance of restraint and dominance.
His lips curved upward.
He’d just thought of the perfect idea.
As the fusion warriors surrounded him from all directions, forming a coordinated encirclement, Nagami lifted his right hand—palm upward.
From the core of the Herrscher of Reason’s domain, torrents of Honkai energy surged upward like countless rivers converging into one.
They condensed into a single droplet of shimmering liquid—pure, silver, beautiful, and deadly.
Its surface was perfectly smooth, forged from matter locked together by strong nuclear forces.
Nagami had aligned its atoms into flawless order, erasing all molecular motion—its surface temperature plunging to absolute zero.
Then, using the power of the Herrscher of Flamescion, he extended the range of nuclear binding itself, enlarging the interaction field to the size of an atom.
The result: its density remained normal, but its structure became impossibly stable.
Its total mass? Only about ten tons.
One of the “Black Box Skills” Nagami had created while submerged in that ocean of truth-like knowledge.
“Water Droplet.”
A sacred light gleamed across its surface—the purest radiance imaginable.
The entire world shimmered in its reflection.
It could reflect over half of all electromagnetic waves, and move freely in any direction, ignoring the laws of momentum and angular conservation.
A perfect weapon of divine precision.
One droplet.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Four luminous “mercury tears” floated gently in Nagami’s palm.
“Warriors of the Previous Era,” he said softly, voice warm yet solemn, “please prepare yourselves. It’s my turn now.”
His tone was calm—almost polite—but the weight behind it made everyone’s pulse tighten.
“Focus your minds. Unleash the full potential of your mutation factors.”
“Otherwise…” He smiled faintly.
“You won’t even see how you die.”
Nagami’s Water Droplets were not quite identical to those from The Three-Body Problem—not as overwhelmingly powerful.
They couldn’t reach the impossible acceleration of 85 km/s² (8,673 Gs).
Still, each of his four droplets accelerated at 700 m/s²—roughly 71.4 G.
And that was only the beginning.
“Now then,” Nagami whispered, “let’s begin.”
