END OF ORBIUS FACTION

Chapter 15

The plan was simple: get Rictor through the secret entrance, retrieve his weapon, and then take down Orbius. If the leader fell, the faction would collapse.

Time to get serious.

Jayden's Sharingan flared to life, the three tomoe spinning menacingly. A single hand seal later, four identical clones emerged beside him, their crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.

A month ago, pulling this off would have drained his chakra dry. Now? He barely felt the cost. Leveling up, upgrading his chakra reserves with SP, and constant battles had transformed him into a different beast.

The Orbius warriors faltered. Cloning abilities were one of the rarest gifts among superhuman warriors. And yet, this kid—just at the peak of the Pink Plane—had conjured four copies like it was nothing. But their shock was fleeting. Fifty of them were Pink Plane warriors, and the remaining twenty were at the Blue Plane.

They had numbers. That was enough.

A man with a razor-edged arm burst forward, his speed impressive—to someone who couldn't perceive him in slow motion.

To Jayden, he was laughably slow.

One of Jayden's clones tilted his head slightly, as if amused, then vanished.

A split-second later, the clone reappeared beside the attacker—a whirling blue sphere in his palm.

Rasengan.

The attack connected. The bladed warrior didn't just get knocked back—he was launched. His armor crumpled, his ribs shattered, and his body hurtled through the air before crashing through a stone pillar.

The others barely had time to react before one of them made a desperate move. A blazing fireball, nearly the size of a house, hurtled—not at Jayden—but at Rictor.

Smart.

Rictor, who had just barely snuck in, paled.

His voice cracked. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I JUST GOT IN HERE!"

The fireball spiraled toward him, a searing wave of heat threatening to turn him into a well-done corpse.

Boom!

Before the flames could engulf him, a Jayden clone stood in front of him, hands moving so fast they blurred.

"Earth Style: Mud Wall!"

A massive, solid earthen barrier erupted from the ground. The fireball smashed against it, but the wall held, leaving Rictor completely unharmed.

The clone turned, utterly unfazed, and casually tossed two sleek, black-green pistols toward Rictor. "That's your weapon, right?"

Rictor caught them instinctively. The moment his fingers wrapped around the grips, his entire aura shifted.

The pistols pulsed, the neon-green patterns glowing fiercely.

Rictor's lips curled into a manic grin. He **breathed in deeply—**then dramatically kissed the pistols as if reuniting with a long-lost lover.

The Orbius warriors hesitated.

That was… unsettling.

Then he slowly lifted his head. His eyes—once mischievous—burned a piercing emerald. Inside his irises, black semi-circles rotated eerily, like a predator locking onto its prey.

One particularly nervous attacker decided to take advantage of the moment and rushed forward, hoping to catch Rictor off guard.

Bang.

One shot.

The attacker froze mid-step. A precise hole smoked in the center of his forehead.

He collapsed. Dead before he hit the ground.

Rictor barely acknowledged him. He was too busy flashing a wicked smirk.

"Alright, you bastards. Time for you to witness true art."

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Jayden's clone beside Rictor swiftly blurred through another set of hand seals, slamming his hands onto the ground. "Earth Style: Stone Fortress!"

The ground trembled as massive rock walls erupted around them, sealing all exits.

The Orbius fighters staggered back, eyes wide with terror.

There was no escape.

Then, they saw it.

Five identical Jaydens.

Each wielding a different elemental affinity.

One stood with a whirling Rasengan, its energy screaming for release.

Another crackled with blue lightning, sparks snapping across his fingers.

A third stood amid the rock walls, the ground itself bowing to his command.

A fourth's hand burned like the sun, flames licking at his skin.

The last stood eerily still, water swirling around him in an ominous dance.

"Th-this is… impossible…" one of them stammered, his voice quivering on the edge of insanity.

His breathing hitched, panic overtaking him—

Bang!

The gunshot ripped through the tension.

He dropped lifelessly, a clean hole smoking in his forehead.

"Stop shouting." Rictor said coolly

Internally, though?

Even he think Jayden's more than a freak.

Another Orbius warrior, desperate to stop the crumbling morale, gritted his teeth and roared, "We can't lose hope! We must fight!"

His defiance sparked a final charge.

But what followed…

Wasn't a battle.

It was a slaughter.

Jayden and his clones unleashed a relentless, terrifying onslaught of attacks

"Lightning Style: Chidori Blade!"

One clone vanished, reappearing like a ghostly specter—before carving through multiple warriors in one sweeping motion.

"Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!"

A towering serpent of water erupted from the ground, its colossal jaws crushing enemies like insects.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire!"

A volley of searing fireballs homed in, igniting flesh, armor, and the last bits of hope.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere!"

Invisible blades of air sliced through warriors, leaving behind nothing but gory mist.

And then—

"Mist Concealment Jutsu."

The battlefield was swallowed in an unnatural, dense fog.

The screams began.

With Jayden Sharingan and Rictor's X-ray vision, they saw everything.

The Orbius warriors? They saw nothing.

Panic. Chaos. Death.

One by one, they fell. Some screaming. Others begging.

But none of them survived.

Blood pooled across the grand arena, soaking into the cracked stone.

Minutes later, only one remained.

The last Orbius warrior knelt in disbelief, his sword trembling in his grip.

His face drained of all color, eyes unfocused as he muttered,

"Th-this… is not… possible…" His breath shuddered. "The Orbius Faction… We can't be defeated…"

Rictor casually strode forward, pistol raised.

"Well, it already happened."

Bang.

The last body hit the floor.

Silence.

Rictor crossed his arms, his face solemn as he stared at the carnage they had just created.

Jayden dismissed his Shadow Clones, his crimson eyes flickering toward Rictor. "What are you doing?"

"Praying for their souls."

Jayden's deadpan stare intensified.

If you feel remorse, then why kill them? He couldn't comprehend this man's logic.

A long moment passed.

Then—Rictor suddenly grinned. "Damn, that was satisfying! We just wiped out 40% of Orbius's forces!"

Jayden kept staring.

Is he some kind of artist? One second, he's mourning the dead, and the next, he's celebrating the masterpiece.

…He must have trauma.

But Jayden's expression remained stoic.

Rictor flopped onto the ground, exhaling dramatically. "Alright, time for some meditation. Gotta restore my spiritual energy."

Jayden ignored him and closed his own eyes—not to cultivate, but to check his system.

[Chakra Reserves: 39%]

His eyebrow twitched.

Begrudgingly, he spent SP to refill it.

[SP - 250]

His hand tightened into a fist. SP… wasted.

Jayden exhaled, opening his eyes—

And nearly flinched.

Rictor's face was inches from his.

Staring.

Studying.

"…"

With zero hesitation, Jayden's fist rocketed forward. BANG.

Rictor soared through the air like a ragdoll before crashing headfirst into a pile of corpses.

Jayden dusted off his knuckles. "Do you want me to crush you next?" His voice was ice cold.

Rictor groaned, pulling himself up. "Hey, I was just curious!"

Jayden didn't respond.

Rictor rubbed his forehead, muttering. "Even the way you cultivate is weird… You just stand there. No hand seals, no breathing techniques, no glowing auras—nothing! You're like a phone charging wirelessly!"

Jayden kept ignoring him.

Rictor sighed. "Fine, fine. Forget it." Then, he suddenly smirked. "Anyway, you just kicked me, which should've pissed me off, but I'm feeling generous today."

Jayden continued ignoring him.

Rictor clicked his tongue. "Tch. Rude." Then his expression shifted. "Anyway, can your eyes locate Aurum?"

Jayden didn't answer immediately. Instead, his Sharingan spun— sensing something.

Then, his lips curled ever so slightly. "I don't think that's necessary."

Rictor frowned. "Why?"

BOOOOOM!!!

The earthen wall sealing the entrance EXPLODED outward!

Dust and debris scattered in all directions. The ground rumbled beneath them.

Through the settling dust, three silhouettes emerged.

The first carried a massive sword, its edge gleaming ominously in the dim light.

The second crackled with silver lightning, arcs of energy dancing across his body.

But it was the third figure that made Jayden's eyes narrow.

A frail-looking man.

But with every step forward, his muscles grotesquely swelled—pulsing, shifting, warping his frame into something unnatural.

Jayden's Sharingan locked onto them.

He exhaled, then muttered,

"Because… he just found us."

To be continued.