"Now... how the fuck do I close this portal?"
The silence after the explosion still hung over the ruins of Zou. Fire consumed every street, every stone scarred by massacre, and smoke rose in black columns, covering the night in heavy veils.
DING
[Update: Host has received +7,600 luck points for the annihilation of extrinsic entities.]
Riser's gaze narrowed, the flame beneath his skin burning brighter.
'Finally...'
The memory hit immediately. It had been a long time since the System rewarded him with any increase at all. Not when he crushed Marineford, not when he killed Whitebeard, not when he purged the seas of commanders and heroes. Since then, no matter how much blood he spilled, no matter how many kingdoms he destroyed, the total remained unmoved.
And now, faced with monsters that didn't even belong to this world, the balance had shifted.
'System... why am I gaining luck points now? What changed?'
[Answer: New universe, new rules. Extrinsic entities do not belong to the original destiny of this world. Their elimination generates direct accumulation of luck points. Each destroyed creature equals purified dimensional energy, converted into luck.]
Riser stood still, absorbing the words. His breathing was slow, deep, the heat of his wings keeping any remnants of aberration away.
'So that's it... it's no longer about men, titles, or historic victories. Now the very fabric of the world rewards me for hunting what doesn't belong to it.'
The smile came, cold and controlled, yet undeniably satisfied.
[Updated balance: 37,100 luck points.]
The blue portal pulsed. The unstable glow expanded in waves, and a grotesque mass tried to push through. Tentacles covered in eyes tore through the space, dragging a shapeless body that dripped black liquid.
SLUUUURP
The stones beneath corroded, releasing acidic smoke. The creature's weight bent the ground, cracks running across the charred plaza.
The air trembled. Riser's heat responded before the monster completed its crossing.
FWOOSH
Demonic flame burst from his palm in a straight line, a living beam that ripped the air with absolute heat. Fire engulfed the twisted mass, covering tentacles, exposed bones, and blinking eyes in despair.
SKRREEEECH
The scream rang like twisted metal, reverberating through the ruins. The creature writhed, trying to resist, but the red and black flames penetrated every layer of flesh, consuming it from within.
BOOOOM
The body exploded in incandescent fragments. The ichor evaporated into the air, leaving only ashes scattered by the heavy wind.
DING
[Update: +200 luck points for eliminating the extrinsic entity.]
Riser's eyes narrowed. The red glow burned in contrast with the unstable blue of the portal.
"Two hundred more per creature..."
The crackle of flames still dominating the dead city carried his voice.
'I can't close the portal... not now. I have to take advantage of it.'
The thought pulsed like a decree. Every aberration spewed from the rift was more than an enemy—it was a direct source of power, an inevitable tribute.
'System... what's the cost of the Amaterasu technique?'
[Answer: 5,000 luck points. Amaterasu is the supreme ocular technique of the Mangekyō Sharingan. Black fire that burns for seven days and seven nights, impossible to extinguish by normal means. The flame follows the user's gaze and consumes everything until it turns to ash. Once acquired, it will be permanently integrated into the host's Sharingan.]
Riser's eyes narrowed further. The red reflection of the Mangekyō spun in slow spirals, but deep down the decision was already made.
'An eternal fire... a gaze that condemns. Perfect.'
[Confirmation. Deduction: 5,000 luck points. Current balance: 37,300.]
"Yes."
His voice cut through the silence of Zou's charred ruins. The word was dry, without hesitation, and the very air seemed to vibrate in response.
DING
[Purchase confirmed. Supreme ocular technique added: Amaterasu.]
The Mangekyō pulsed bright red. Black lines of energy streaked through the spiral design of the iris, engraving themselves like living scars. The sensation was not of immediate power, but of something sinking deep, down to the root of the nerve.
A sharp stab surged through his left eye. It was not blindness, not a physical wound. It was as if a coal had been pressed against the retina, burning from within without breaking the skin.
Riser tilted his head slightly, controlling his breathing. His body remained steady, but his eyes burned as though invisible fire fought to break out.
'Tsk... what an annoyance.'
The pressure grew, converted into searing heat. His wings of flame spread in involuntary reflex, scattering embers into the heavy air. The feeling was not of weakness, but of adaptation—as if the Mangekyō itself rejected the novelty before accepting it.
"Fuck... I hate feeling pain."
The words came low, laden with irritation more than suffering.
The heat in his eyes pulsed, oscillating between burning and pounding. His pupils spasmed briefly, each spin of the Mangekyō echoing like an inner drum. Amaterasu was there, carved into his gaze, but demanding its price.
His breathing grew heavier for a few seconds. The fire still ruling Zou flickered in response to his presence, dancing as if following the rhythm of this new power.
'So that's it... even the gaze itself must be forged in discomfort.'
DING
[Updated balance: 32,300 luck points.]
The alert came bluntly, but Riser's mind was locked on the pressure in his eyes. The pain was not unbearable, but it grated, as if every optic nerve was being forced to realign to sustain something that did not belong to the physical world.
The intense red of the Mangekyō flared, and a thin line ran from the corner of his left eye. Blood. The first mark of Amaterasu.
"Tsk..."
He raised his face slowly, locking onto the blue portal still pulsing at the center of the devastated city.
'The time has come.'
The Mangekyō spun faster. The heat within the iris burst into a cutting sensation, like a blade pressed against living flesh.
"Amaterasu."
FWOOM
The space around the portal was engulfed in black flames. They did not spring from ordinary fire, but from Riser's very gaze. The living darkness spread in jagged waves, clinging to the rift's edges like hungry claws.
The air vibrated. The portal's glow shuddered. The sound of the black fire was unlike ordinary flames—it was a deep, low roar, as if the void itself was being devoured from within.
SHHHHHHH
Blood streamed thicker now, trailing down Riser's face to his chin. He kept his eyes fixed, even through the throbbing pain.
'Reminds me of when I used to watch Naruto.'
Amaterasu wrapped the portal in black spirals. Every blue spark that tried to escape was devoured, sucked into the eternal fire until it vanished as though it had never been. The smell that spread was not of flesh or wood—it was deeper, metallic, steeped in distortion.
Riser stood unmoving, like a judge sentencing with nothing but his gaze. Blood streaked from his eye, but his breathing remained steady.
The blue rift quivered in resistance. Sparks burst, trying to break through the siege. But Amaterasu adjusted on its own, clinging to the portal's outline as if it had a will.
He watched every detail. The once-unstable edges were now bound in a black frame. Cracks in the ground shrank, waves of energy lost strength. It was not a complete closure, but it was containment.
The silence of the ruins magnified the scene. Only the roar of the black flames and the slow beating of fiery wings filled the space.
Smoke rose in dense columns, mixing with the already heavy air. The reflection of eternal fire glowed in Riser's eyes, mirroring the power he had seized.
He lifted a hand to his face, touching the blood trailing down. For an instant, red stained his fingers, but soon it began to vanish. The natural regeneration of his immortal body sealed the wound as quickly as it had appeared, erasing any sign of weakness.
'Light pain, eternal power. A ridiculous price.'
His pupils slowed, the Mangekyō stabilizing. The blood dissipated as if it had never existed, absorbed by the strength of his lineage.
Amaterasu endured, steady, wrapping the portal like an unbreakable chain.
Zou burned in silence, but the true spectacle was Riser's gaze—not marked by blood, but by the black flame that never dies.
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