Dark Richard Filver

As Richard and Raiden made their way toward Ulzeimer, the dirt path beneath them was eerily quiet, the only sounds being their footsteps and the occasional gust of wind.

Richard glanced at Raiden. "Are you from the same world as mine? Human World?"

Raiden hesitated before nodding. "Yes, and—"

Before he could finish, something struck them with immense force, knocking both off balance. Richard flipped midair, landing on his feet, while Raiden crashed against a tree.

A slow, amused clap echoed. "Oh my! That was fun."

A girl in black clothes emerged from the dust, her red eyes gleaming with excitement. She held two massive sword-like knives, their edges glistening unnaturally.

"Allow me to introduce myself," she said, taking a step forward. "I'm Arielle Erstwhile, 3rd Royal Guard of Sin, representing the Queen of Gluttony. And…" Her grin widened, her killing intent suffocating. "I'll KILL YOU!"

Without warning, she lunged.

Richard barely managed to evade as her blade sliced through the air, missing his face by mere inches. The sheer force of her swing split the ground beneath them.

Richard's instincts flared. This isn't normal speed.

Raiden pulled himself up, healing his wounds instantly. "She's dangerous, Richard!"

"No kidding."

Arielle wasted no time, vanishing in a blur and reappearing above Richard. She brought both blades down.

Richard sidestepped, but one blade grazed his arm, leaving a deep gash. Blood dripped onto the dirt.

"You're fast," Arielle mused, tilting her head. "But not fast enough."

Richard clenched his fists. This isn't a fight I can take lightly.

Raiden suddenly moved, sending a blast of pure energy toward Arielle. She barely flicked her wrist, deflecting it with ease.

Richard smirked. Gotcha.

Using Raiden's attack as a distraction, Richard closed the distance in an instant. He delivered a precise, high-speed punch to Arielle's midsection.

She staggered slightly.

But then she laughed.

"Not bad," she said before grabbing Richard's arm with terrifying strength. "But not enough."

A devastating knee crashed into his ribs. Richard coughed up blood as he was sent flying.

Raiden dashed to his side, healing him immediately. "She's not normal! She's a timeline-level threat!"

Richard wiped the blood from his mouth, his brain working at lightning speed. "I can tell."

Arielle stood a few meters away, twirling her blades. "This is getting fun~ Come on, struggle more!"

Richard narrowed his eyes. "Raiden, I have a plan."

"Make it quick," Raiden muttered.

Arielle's killing intent spiked.

And the real battle began.

Richard exhaled sharply. His body ached, but his mind was clear. If she's a timeline-level threat, brute force won't cut it.

Arielle licked the blood off her blade. "What's wrong? That little punch of yours wasn't enough?"

Richard grinned. "I was just testing something."

Before she could react, Richard's form glitched—just for a fraction of a second.

Arielle's instincts screamed. Something changed.

Richard moved.

Faster than before.

His fist collided with Arielle's stomach, but this time, something was different. Instead of brushing it off, she coughed blood.

Her eyes widened. "What the—?!"

Richard twisted, slamming his knee into her ribs, sending her skidding across the dirt. The shock in her face was unmistakable.

Raiden froze. "Wait… how?"

Richard cracked his knuckles. "I figured something out. She's powerful, but she's connected to something. I just broke a piece of it."

Arielle wiped her mouth, her expression darkening. "That's impossible."

She lunged again, her speed increasing. But Richard dodged effortlessly.

Something had shifted.

Arielle growled. "Tch. I can't let this drag out." She snapped her fingers.

And the sky turned red.

A monstrous mouth formed in the sky above, stretching across the horizon. Countless eyes opened within it, each radiating an ancient, insatiable hunger.

Raiden took a step back. "That's… That's the Queen of Gluttony's Divine Manifestation!"

The ground trembled. Dark tendrils burst from the soil, devouring everything in sight.

Richard narrowed his eyes. This is beyond just a normal battle now.

Arielle smirked. "Let's see how long you last against Her."

Then—

A voice echoed.

"Enough."

The world froze.

A figure appeared behind Arielle, gripping her throat.

Arielle's eyes widened in horror. "W-WHAT—?!"

The figure was Richard.

But not the Richard standing next to Raiden.

This one had a black cloak, silver eyes, and an aura that distorted reality itself.

Raiden's breath caught in his throat. "There's… two Richards?!"

Arielle struggled. "Who… the hell… are you?!"

The cloaked Richard smirked. "I go by many names. But for you…" His grip tightened. "You can call me Aethonix Von Trieren."

Arielle's face turned pale.

Because that was a name only the most ancient beings feared.

Raiden whispered, "...The one who reshapes concepts…?"

Arielle screamed.

And the sky shattered.

Aethonix's fingers were mere inches away from his sword when—BOOM!

A shadowy blur tore through space itself, and in an instant, Aethonix was gone. Blasted across the cosmos like a ragdoll.

A deep, distorted voice echoed through the battlefield. "Tch, pathetic. Couldn't even touch your weapon."

A figure emerged, his entire form shifting like a living void—a mirror of Richard, but corrupted, twisted. His very presence distorted reality, causing the ground beneath him to decay and rebuild infinitely.

His gaze locked onto Richard, eyes glowing with an ominous hue. "Richard Filver, but dark. So I'm Dark Richard Filver for you all."

Before Richard could process the insanity of the moment, Dark vanished.

THWACK!

Richard barely saw the punch coming before it sent him flying—not just through the air, but through layers of existence itself.

Reality bent as Richard tumbled across multiple dimensions, each one flashing before his eyes—a burning world, a reversed timeline, an abyss of screaming souls. Then—BOOM! He crashed back into the battlefield, coughing up blackened blood.

Dark smirked. "What's wrong? This pain is nothing to you, right? Or did you finally realize..."

He crouched down, whispering in Richard's ear.

"I feel it too. 500,000 times the pain. Every single time I kill you."

The Absolute Nightmare Begins

Richard barely had time to react before Dark's fingers pierced into his skull. Reality around them fractured, twisted, and rewrote itself—Richard's own thoughts were being overwritten. Memories bled into chaos.

The battlefield was gone.

Richard suddenly found himself standing in his childhood home. Everything was eerily the same—his old bed, the cracked window, the faint smell of burnt toast. But something was off. Terribly off.

A voice. His voice.

"Richard."

He turned, and there he stood. A perfect copy of himself, staring with lifeless eyes.

But then… the skin peeled away. Flesh unraveled like torn fabric, revealing an abyss of countless screaming faces trapped within. Each face was him—each one suffering, each one stuck in an endless death loop.

Dark's voice whispered in his mind.

"How many times have you died? 10,000? 100,000? Keep going. It'll never end."

Richard gasped as his body shattered like glass. He was reborn. Again. Then again. Then a million more times. He drowned in agony, suffocating in an eternal cycle of death and rebirth.

He had finally broken the cycle of the Unreal.

But this?

This was something beyond.

Dark grinned.

"Welcome to the True UnReal, Richard. The place where even existence dies."

The UnReals Unleashed

Dark's grin faltered for a moment as Richard's words echoed across existence itself.

"It was never UnReal. It was The UnReals. And I was part of it… Remember? MY VARIANT."

Dark's eyes widened—but before he could react, Richard moved.

A single step.

Reality bent.

Dark barely had time to register the absolute nothingness swallowing him before Richard's fist collapsed the entire concept of impact itself.

BOOM!

The fabric of space, time, and causality folded inward like a crushed paper. Dark soared through countless dimensions, his very essence unraveling—but his grin returned.

"So that's how you wanna play, huh?"

Dark snapped his fingers.

Richard's mind burned.

All possibilities of his own existence played at once. Every life he could have lived—every death he suffered—collided into him simultaneously. The weight of every single version of himself crushed into a singularity of agony.

But Richard only laughed.

The ground beneath them became an abyss of screaming echoes. The very concept of "Richard Filver" glitched, multiplied, twisted—and suddenly, there were not two, but infinite Richards.

Each one was him.

Each one was The UnReals.

Dark staggered back.

Richard stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with something beyond omnipotence.

"You thought you were the darkness, Dark?" His voice carried the weight of countless shattered realities.

"You're just another mistake in my endless existence."

Dark's grin twitched. A flicker of hesitation—fear?—flashed in his eyes.

Richard stepped forward, his presence warping the very idea of existence.

"Did your stupid brain remember them?"

Dark flinched. The names echoed through the void, resonating across all timelines.

"Reinhard Filver. Orter Trieren. Rayn Haschwalth. Rayte Wilson. Ragnar Filver. And at last, me—Richard Filver."

For the first time, Dark took a step back.

BOOM!

The moment their names were spoken, the cosmos trembled.

The very concept of "Richard Filver" splintered, and shadows of the past and future emerged beside him.

A golden spear of light erupted from the abyss—Reinhard Filver stood, his presence rewriting the flow of fate itself.

From the distorted fabric of causality, Orter Trieren emerged, each step sending ripples through time, rewriting cause before effect.

Rayn Haschwalth opened his eyes, his very gaze enforcing absolute judgment.

The ground fractured as Rayte Wilson materialized, his body an unshackled force of paradoxes.

And then—Ragnar Filver, the strongest destroyer of realities, who tore through the concept of strength itself, standing beside Richard.

Dark's smile shattered.

"No. This isn't possible."

Richard cracked his knuckles. Reality itself bent to his will.

"We were never UnReal, Dark." His voice shook the infinite.

"We are The UnReals."

Dark screamed. And the battle truly began.

As the distortion of space settled, Richard and Dark stood on the main battlefield, where gods, monsters, and warriors clashed in an endless war of power and chaos.

Dark stretched his arms, eyes gleaming with pure conviction.

"This world is cursed. It should be rebuilt—my way!"

Before Richard could respond, a blur of black slashed through the air—

SHRRRIP!

Arielle struck first.

Her knife—no, a cursed blade—sank deep into Richard's chest, severing through bone, muscle, and even his very existence.

"No more talking." Her voice was cold, emotionless. "Die."

SLASH!

SLASH! SLASH!

Each cut didn't just tear flesh—it erased Richard from reality itself. His body shattered like glass, fragments of his existence spiraling into the void.

For a second, everything went silent.

Then—

A burst of energy exploded outward!

Richard regenerated instantly, his body piecing itself back together at an unnatural speed—thanks to Raiden's healing.

Arielle's gaze didn't waver. "Tch. Persistent."

Dark let out a chuckle, stepping back. "Looks like this will be fun."

And as Arielle vanished back into the shadows, the real war was about to begin.

Dark's grin widened as he turned toward Arielle, his glowing red eyes flickering with mockery.

"You're eager to die, huh?"

Arielle spun her cursed blades, her movements so precise that even time itself seemed to hesitate. "I don't need to kill you," she said, her voice cold. "I just need you to kneel."

Dark laughed. Loud. Unhinged.

"Try me."

—BOOM!—

Arielle vanished.

In less than a fraction of a second, she was already behind Dark. Blade descending.

SHRRIP!

The cursed knife carved through the fabric of his being, ripping apart concepts along with his flesh. But—

It was an illusion.

Dark wasn't there.

CRACK!

Arielle felt it before she saw it.

Dark's hand was wrapped around her face.

With a single motion—he slammed her into the ground!

BOOOOOM!!!

The battlefield shattered, a crater forming beneath them.

Arielle twisted mid-impact, slicing at his wrist—only to feel nothing.

Dark was already gone.

"Holding back is annoying," he sighed from behind her. "Should I just end this?"

Arielle smirked.

"You're not the only one holding back, idiot."

—And then, she got serious.

The Unstoppable Force vs The Unmovable Sin

Dark's grin widened, his crimson eyes flickering like dying stars. "You're still standing? Impressive. But futile."

Arielle wiped the blood from her lips, her golden irises gleaming with something beyond madness. "You talk too much."

—CRACK!—

She disappeared.

Not with speed. Not with teleportation.

She simply stopped existing in one place and reappeared in another.

Dark barely had time to tilt his head as a blade ripped through the space where his skull had been.

—But it wasn't over.

The air itself twisted into a serrated maw and bit down on him!

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

A hundred phantom cuts tore through Dark's body, his very essence peeling away.

—Yet, he only chuckled.

He caught the next slash with his bare fingers.

The world froze.

Arielle's expression shifted—just slightly.

Dark's grip tightened.

And then—

—"Burn."—

A second later, the battlefield was gone.

Everything in ten thousand kilometers was reduced to anti-matter.

Arielle stood in the void.

Her blade was melting. Her very existence was being erased.

And yet—

She smiled.

—And Dark's hand—

Was missing.

Dark's eyes widened. For the first time. Ever.

Arielle raised her blade.

"This... is where you kneel."

—BOOOOOOM!!!—

The universe screamed.