20 the million war

Akamatsu walked away from the graves of his fallen comrades, his heart an abyss of pain, rage, and an unyielding thirst for vengeance. The world had taken everything from him, but it had made a fatal mistake—it left him alive.

He barely had time to process his grief before the sky darkened, the very fabric of reality trembling as an overwhelming presence emerged. The ground beneath him quaked as a tidal wave of monsters—one million strong—descended upon him. A grotesque sea of twisted flesh, razor-sharp fangs, and merciless hunger swarmed from every direction, blotting out the horizon.

Akamatsu exhaled, his body tensed but his mind eerily calm.

"Is this it? Is this what fate sends to break me?" His voice carried through the battlefield like a divine decree. "Then let it be known—I do not break."

The Opening Massacre

Reality itself shivered as Akamatsu raised his hand. His power, Reality Bending, surged like a hurricane, twisting existence to his will. A single gesture, and gravity inverted, sending thousands of creatures hurtling skyward. Another flick of his wrist, and space compressed, crushing entire legions into singularities before imploding into nothingness.

But the swarm did not end.

A sea of claws and teeth rushed forward. Akamatsu moved like a shadow unchained, stepping into a different plane of existence and reappearing amidst the enemy ranks. He lashed out—one hand ripping through creatures as his very touch erased them from reality. With a thought, he tore open a void beneath them, sending thousands spiraling into eternal nothingness.

The monsters adapted. Larger, armored behemoths crashed down from the sky, each the size of a mountain. Their bodies were laced with anti-magic, negating his direct manipulations. But Akamatsu didn't falter—he welcomed the challenge.

Beyond Reality: The Awakening of a True God

He clenched his fist, and the very concept of physics rewrote itself. His power surged beyond Reality Bending. He wasn't merely altering the world—he was becoming above it. Omniversal Sovereignty awakened within him, granting him dominion over not just this dimension but all possible and impossible realms.

A monstrous titan lunged, its fists larger than entire cities, but Akamatsu merely looked at it. With a single gaze, the beast unraveled, erased from every timeline, every version of existence, past and future.

The swarm continued, but he had transcended into something beyond comprehension.

With a step, he walked beyond time, appearing at every point in the battlefield simultaneously. His afterimages were not illusions—they were different versions of himself fighting in perfect unison across alternate realities. In one moment, he cleaved through ten thousand enemies; in the next, he twisted time itself, forcing thousands of creatures to age into dust instantly.

The Final Stand

The last of the monsters stood before him—five towering entities, each embodying destruction, entropy, and chaos. They were the apex of this army, creatures beyond even gods.

One swung a blade forged from collapsing stars.

Akamatsu caught it between two fingers and shattered it into cosmic dust.

Another unleashed a scream that sent entire dimensions into oblivion.

Akamatsu silenced it with a mere thought.

The last three charged together, their essence forming a singularity meant to consume all existence.

Akamatsu raised his hand, and for the first time, he truly grasped the extent of his new power. He did not just rewrite reality—he rewrote the concept of struggle itself.

With a single word, "Vanish."

The creatures ceased to exist—not just in this timeline, but in every possible timeline, in every iteration of existence. Even the memory of them was erased from the cosmos.

And then, silence.

Aftermath

The battlefield that once roared with a million voices was now empty. The world itself seemed to hold its breath, acknowledging that something beyond comprehension had just unfolded.

Akamatsu stood at the center of it all, his body glowing with an aura that defied logic, defied existence itself.

He had become something greater than gods.

And yet, he remained alone.

A slow breath escaped his lips. He had won. But victory had never felt so empty.

He turned away from the ruined landscape and walked into the unknown, a being unshackled from the limits of creation. He had become an entity that even the universe feared.

And his story was far from over