Chapter 140
Chapter 140:
Meanwhile In The Shadow Realm
A blackened sky stretched infinitely above, jagged cracks of deep violet lightning tearing through the abyss. The air was thick, oppressive, suffocating. It reeked of decay, of despair, of things that had long been forgotten by the living. The ground beneath him twisted, shifting, endless and ever-changing like the madness that clawed at his soul.
And at the center of it all—
Hikari.
No longer Heaven's perfect child. No longer the Supreme Executioner. No longer Yahweh's greatest son.
No longer anything.
His golden armor, once pristine, lay in shattered fragments around him. His body was broken, battered, torn apart from his fight with the abomination. His perfect divine wings—ripped, mangled, stained with his own blood. But none of that compared to the true pain.
The pain that burned deeper than any wound.
The pain of betrayal.
His fingers twitched against the cold, lifeless ground, his breathing ragged, uneven. His once-perfect golden eyes were now filled with madness, pupils constricted to razor-thin slits.
His hands clenched into fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing thick, glimmering golden blood. His teeth bared, lips twitching as his entire body shook—not from weakness, not from injury—
But from rage.
Unrelenting. Consuming. Hatred.
"…That fucking abomination…"
His voice was low, hoarse, broken. His vision blurred—not from pain, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer seething self-loathing bubbling within his very soul.
"…That… thing… ruined everything… ruined me."
His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling erratically as his mind spiraled further.
Noboru Chikara.
He saw that smug face in his mind. That monster. That disgrace. The filth that should never have existed.
Noboru stole everything from him.
His victory.
His purpose.
His father.
Hikari's fists slammed into the ground, his body trembling violently. The very air around him rippled, the layers of the Shadow Realm shaking in response to his sheer rage.
And then—
A new thought.
A different target.
"…That man…"
He didn't call him Father anymore.
Not after what happened.
Yahweh.
The man—the God—whom he had served for eternities. The being he had devoted everything to. The one whose name he had carved into his soul, whose divine judgment he had wielded without question. The one he did everything to impress. The he he tried to even get a single ounce of acknowledgement from.
And yet—
And yet he threw him away.
Like trash.
Like he was nothing.
Like he was no different than the abomination.
After everything for fall few small mistakes.
The life of the demons he had taken in his name was nothing in front of these few mistakes.
"…You… discarded me…"
A bitter, choked laugh escaped his throat. A twisted, unstable sound.
"…I spent… my entire existence… devoted to you…"
His breath was heavy, erratic. His fingers twitched.
"…And you threw me away like I was nothing."
The air trembled.
The Shadow Realm itself quivered.
The entire dimension reacted to his madness.
Something deep within him snapped.
"I'll kill them all."
His lips curled into a snarl, his golden aura warping into something dark, tainted with something beyond divinity.
"I'll kill Noboru."
His teeth clenched.
"I'll kill Yami."
His fingers twitched, his body trembling.
"I'll kill Ayame. I'll kill Ayumi. I'll kill the Seven Heavenly Kings."
A violent pulse erupted from his broken form, warping the space around him, the Shadow Realm screaming in protest.
"I'LL KILL YAHWEH."
A monstrous shockwave erupted from his body, splitting the very foundations of the realm apart. The sky cracked, shadows howling, the entire plane writhing beneath his fury.
His golden eyes—once symbols of Heaven's perfection—were now filled with something far worse.
Pure. Unfiltered. Wrath.
And then—
A sound.
A presence.
Hikari's breath hitched. His golden eyes snapped to the distance.
A man.
Lying on the cold, broken ground of the Shadow Realm. Injured. Weak. Barely conscious.
But alive.
Hikari's lips curled into a slow, twisted smirk.
Kouki Chikara.
Then he had a twisted idea seeing
The abomination's brother in this life.
After all he was the key to his perfect rebirth.
Hikari knew he had Yang Omni Energy being born that mans son and from what he can sense Kouki had Yin Omni Energy as humans are often born with.
He crawled.
Slowly. Painfully.
But with purpose.
He would have his revenge.
And it would start with him.
Well taking his him as part of himself
Kouki's Pov
Kouki groaned, his body refusing to move as pain surged through every nerve. His vision blurred, his mind sluggish, but he was awake—awake enough to hear the voice that sent a chill down his spine.
"Kouki Chikara…"
That voice. Smooth. Confident. Tainted with something darker beneath the surface.
His golden-red eyes snapped open, locking onto the figure looming over him.
Hikari.
Even in his wrecked state, the so-called "perfect son of God" still had that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered across his face.
For a brief second, Kouki felt an instinctual urge to recoil—to get away.
This man… this thing… was dangerous.
But then—he remembered.
Noboru.
His disgrace of a brother.
The one who humiliated him.
The one who left him to rot.
The one who abandoned their family for power—again.
Kouki gritted his teeth. He forced himself to sit up, ignoring the burning pain in his ribs.
"…You," he rasped, his voice hoarse.
Hikari tilted his head, amused. "Yes, me. I see you still have some fight left in you."
Kouki's gaze sharpened. He remember this one. The one that had fought the disgrace traitorous brother of his the fucking cunt Noboru in Celestial Vanguard Academy as an equal when he couldn't not come near Noboru. Who from what he heard fought the 3 founding kings and Maou-Sama to the point they had to seal him away. That meant this blonde bastard was just as strong.
Yet, now?
He was broken.
Weak.
Desperate.
Hikari smirked, crouching down in front of him. "Your brother ruined you, didn't he?"
Kouki's fists clenched. "You think I don't know that?"
Hikari chuckled. "Oh, I know you do. But knowing isn't enough, is it?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a whisper. "You hate him. You hate what he's taken from you."
Kouki's jaw tightened. He hated how much those words rang true.
Hikari extended his hand. "I can help you."
Silence.
Kouki's eyes flickered to the offered hand, then back to Hikari's face.
There it was. The game. The manipulation.
Hikari wanted something. And Kouki never trusted anyone who wanted something from him.
Think, Kouki.
This man was desperate. If he needed Kouki, that meant he wasn't as strong as he pretended to be.
Kouki slowly sat up, feigning exhaustion. "You're offering me power?"
Hikari's smirk widened. "Not just power." He spread his arms, golden energy crackling at his fingertips. "I'm offering you vengeance."
Kouki looked at his hands. He could feel his own power—but it wasn't enough. Not against Noboru.
His disgrace of a brother had humiliated him in front of everything he loved. Noboru had stolen the future that should have been his.
And yet—
He wasn't stupid.
Hikari was dangerous, but he was also an opportunist.
If I accept this power too easily, I'll just become his pawn.
Kouki forced himself to sigh, shaking his head. "And I assume this isn't free?"
Hikari chuckled. "You're sharper than I expected."
Kouki gave a bitter smirk. "Yeah, I get that a lot."
He watched Hikari carefully, searching for cracks in his composure. Weaknesses.
He needed leverage.
"Let's say I agree," Kouki continued, tilting his head. "What stops you from stabbing me in the back the moment you get what you want?"
Hikari laughed, the sound almost genuine. "You really don't trust anyone, do you?"
Kouki's smirk didn't waver. "Would you, if you were me?"
Hikari's golden eyes gleamed. "Fair point."
Kouki let the silence stretch, watching—waiting.
Then, he tested him.
"Fine." He lifted his hand toward Hikari's. "But you first."
Hikari raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Kouki smirked. "You think I'm stupid? If this 'power' is so great, then you merge with me first. Show me it works. Show me you're not trying to take over my body."
For the first time—Hikari hesitated.
A flicker. Barely a second.
But Kouki saw it.
Got you.
If Hikari was so sure of his plan, he would have merged instantly. The fact that he hesitated meant he had something to hide.
Kouki pressed further. "Come on, warrior of Heaven. If you're so strong, what's the hesitation?"
Hikari's smirk twitched. His fingers curled slightly.
Then—he laughed.
"Clever little prince."
Kouki said nothing. He wasn't a prince anymore.
Hikari sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. We do this together."
Kouki nodded slowly, as if considering. But inside—he was already plotting.
If this bastard tries to take control, I'll make sure he regrets it.
"Tell me how we do this." Kouki asked, his voice steady but laced with anticipation.
Hikari smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Match your Omni Energy levels to mine and hit my hand. Will it to merge, and I will do the same."
Kouki nodded, his fingers twitching with excitement.
His mind was racing.
This was it.
This was his chance. His chance to finally surpass that worthless disgrace of a brother. To take what was stolen from him.
He would have his revenge.
'I will have revenge on you, disowned trash, and you, Maou-Sama.'
The two brothers of Noboru.
One from the past. One from the present.
Hikari—the former perfect son, Heaven's Executioner, cast aside like nothing.
Kouki—the forsaken Chikara heir, humiliated and abandoned, fueled by hatred.
They locked eyes.
Without another word, their Omni Energies surged, expanding, resonating.
The air around them cracked.
The Shadow Realm trembled beneath their combined force.
A slow hum filled the space, deep and eerie, like the sound of something ancient awakening. The ground beneath them splintered as waves of gold and crimson energy clashed and intertwined.
Kouki clenched his fists.
He felt it.
Hikari was adjusting his energy perfectly, syncing it to match his own. It was like looking into a mirror, feeling his essence being reflected back at him.
50/50.
Perfect equilibrium.
Their hands ignited with power—golden and crimson flames spiraling around their fingers like twin galaxies preparing to collide.
And then—
They struck.
Fist against fist.
A single moment of impact—
And the universe screamed.
A pulse of raw, uncontained energy exploded outward, tearing through the Shadow Realm like a collapsing star.
The air distorted.
The space around them rippled and cracked, as if existence itself was rejecting what they were trying to do.
They were not meant to merge.
Their very natures were too different—too opposite, too unstable.
And yet—
They forced it.
Their bodies shook violently as their essences began to unravel, melting, twisting, dissolving—
Their minds—colliding, clashing, overlapping.
Memories from two lifetimes flooded them at once.
Hikari saw Kouki's past—his pathetic failures, his endless jealousy, his need for validation.
Kouki saw Hikari's eternity—his blind loyalty, his thirst for Yahweh's approval, his eventual downfall.
Their pain fused.
Their rage became one.
Their very identities began to shatter.
Kouki fought back.
He refused to be consumed, refused to be a mere vessel for some fallen angel's last desperate gamble.
But Hikari was stronger.
His will was sharper, honed by eons of servitude, by the pain of being discarded.
Kouki screamed as he felt himself being absorbed, consumed, devoured—
But then—
Something happened.
Instead of being overpowered—
Instead of one will dominating the other—
They became something else.
Their thoughts aligned.
Their hatred fused.
They were no longer Hikari.
They were no longer Kouki.
They were both.
Something new.
Something worse.
The ground beneath them shattered completely, a violent black storm of energy swirling around their merging forms.
Their screams turned into one voice—deep, monstrous, layered, echoing across the entire realm.
A single golden eye snapped open—now ringed with crimson.
Their first stage of the Gensōgan had awakened.
Their body had taken form.
Not Kouki.
Not Hikari.
Something else.
A being born from the ashes of betrayal, humiliation, and wrath.
The storm settled.
The fusion was complete.
The being stood tall, stepping forward, its new form crackling with unrestrained power.
It clenched its fists, staring at its own hands, feeling the unparalleled strength coursing through its veins.
A slow, satisfied grin spread across its face.
It had a single purpose.
To kill Noboru Chikara.
It took a deep breath, rolling its shoulders, exhaling slowly.
"So this is the power of the abomination."
It flexed its fingers, feeling the limitless potential it now held.
"Incredible. Unbelievable. Inconceivable."
A dark chuckle escaped its lips.
"I have never felt anything like this. It's as if I can do anything."
It tilted its head, golden-red eyes gleaming with newfound hunger.
Then, its smirk faded.
It thought of Him.
Yahweh.
The one who discarded them both.
A sneer of pure disgust twisted its expression.
"That man… Yahweh… He will be hunting me down."
It raised a hand, feeling its newfound power pulse through its veins.
"I cannot use the name Hikari anymore."
A pause.
A slow, dark realization.
"I need a new name."
It looked down at its own reflection in the fractured, blackened ground.
A single name came to mind.
A name that would hide it from Yahweh.
A name that would carry the weight of vengeance.
A name that would serve as a reminder—not just of what it lost—
But of what it would take back.
"I am Kouki."
Its voice was final.
A declaration.
A rebirth.
Its crimson-ringed eyes glowed with newfound purpose.
"And Noboru Chikara… I will make you suffer for what you have done."
It clenched its fist.
"Your fate is sealed." as the now named Kouki Chikara said this he thought about his His sister Meiyo, His mother Amaya and Father Hiroshi they need my help and the rest of Chikara clan and his friends from the Phoenix kingdom currently fighting the great war. Thinking about this stirred a deep memory of how this war started.
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