"First question—how did you find me? It can't be because I released celestial aura, so don't bother saying that. You wouldn't have been able to get here this fast. So don't lie to me."
Fantasy's voice cut through the void as he glared at the figure before him—Munar, the Celestial. The endless expanse of fractured starlight stretched behind them, asteroids drifting like silent witnesses to a battle that could shatter worlds.
Munar smirked faintly. "As perceptive as always, Fantasy. But I don't think I'm inclined to tell you anything. So rather than breaking this body, why don't you just hand it over calmly?"
Fantasy tilted his head, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Ugh, are you hearing yourself? Did you get dumber or something? No point wasting breath." He cracked his neck, golden lines tracing across his skin as mana flared around him. "I'll just kill you again."
The air trembled.
With a thunderous boom, Fantasy's body blurred from sight. In an instant, he was in front of Munar, his fist crashing forward.
Munar barely crossed his arms to block—but the impact sent him skidding backward, the cosmic ground fracturing beneath his feet.
Before Munar could recover, lightning arced from Fantasy's body, splitting into dozens of strikes. Munar weaved between them with inhuman grace, his movements fluid like a serpent in the storm.
Then—teleportation flash. Munar appeared behind Fantasy, gripping his collar and slamming him downward into a barren planet below. The impact sent shockwaves racing across its dead surface.
Landing on his feet, Fantasy turned sharply, blocking a claw swipe aimed for his throat.
The collision's wind force ripped a canyon six feet deep and a mile long into the planet's crust.
For a heartbeat, Fantasy paused, eyeing the destruction with a grin. "You're affected by the time-constraint rule of inexisting entities, aren't you? You're weaker than before." He laughed, leaping back and firing two crescent mana slashes.
Munar snarled, cutting through them with ease.
"You're really in over you're head thinking you could beat me at this time." Fantasy snorted in laughter.
Munar , teleporting forward, both claws swinging together to crush Fantasy's skull.
But an invisible barrier pulsed—Munar's claws stopped inches from Fantasy's head.
"Coming this close to my body—you're seriously underestimating me," Fantasy said coldly. "Well, I'm done talking. I'm going all out. A word of advice—don't die too fast."
His eyes gleamed gold. He seized Munar by the collar, driving a brutal headbutt into him.
Munar's vision blurred, but he quickly countered—flaring his mana to shred his own clothing, forcing Fantasy's grip to slip. Spinning low, Munar slashed upward, his claws raking across Fantasy's chest.
Blood sprayed into the vacuum. Three deep marks burned across Fantasy's torso—but within seconds, the bleeding stopped. He looked down, then grinned maniacally. "Let's do this, Munar!"
The void trembled.
Both combatants vanished, leaving behind shockwaves that created craters.
They reappeared and collided—fist to claw, strike to strike—each clash shaking the fabric of space itself.
Meteorites crumbled, and the light of distant suns flickered under their overwhelming power.
Munar hurled a massive boulder toward Fantasy, trying to obscure his view. But with a flick of Fantasy's hand, glowing lines danced across the rock, and it shattered—transforming into thousands of light feathers.
"Really?" Fantasy scoffed, gesturing. The feathers spiraled back toward Munar like guided missiles. Munar dodged, but one sliced through his thigh, leaving a burning wound.
He leapt into the air to avoid the rest—only to meet the heel of Fantasy's boot crashing into his face, sending him hurtling into a nearby miniature planet.
"You're really straining this body, you know that?" Munar groaned, his tone distorted as he reset his dislocated jaw.
"Stop talking like that's your body, you freak," Fantasy growled. "Let's finish this."
Munar's expression darkened. "A pity. I tried to keep your vessel intact, but it seems I'll have to drag your corpse back to my lord."
A deep purple aura erupted from him, the color of corrupted divinity. He screamed—then laughed, voice echoing through the cosmos.
"Aura Extension: Slashes of Hell!"
"Oh, that's cringe," Fantasy snorted, leaping away just as every nearby planet was shredded into dust by invisible blades.
"That's just like my father's move—except his doesn't sound stupid."
The air itself turned purple as Munar lunged forward, claws carving through everything in sight. Fantasy threw up a golden shield, but cracks spread fast.
"Tch. What did I expect—I don't have her blessing yet. Whatever. Xelvicar, heed my call!"
A blue portal opened beside him, and a sword wreathed in azure flame shot through it, landing in his hand.
"Now we're serious. Aura Extension: Chaos!"
Golden lines flared from his body, spreading across galaxies, wrapping around meteorites and planets like divine circuitry.
Munar's eyes widened.
"He actually used that move... I need to stop him before he destroys himself."
He teleported behind Fantasy, unleashing a volley of mana slashes. Without turning, Fantasy deflected them with casual precision. An asteroid slammed into Munar from behind, launching him toward Fantasy's waiting blade.
At hyper speed, Fantasy impaled him and hurled him into a burning star.
"Explode inwardly," Fantasy commanded.
The star obeyed, collapsing instead of detonating, compressing into a glowing sphere. Munar fled in panic, realizing too late it was part of Fantasy's trap.
The sphere streaked toward him, and though Munar cleaved it apart, the explosion blinded him just long enough—Fantasy appeared beside him and sliced off his claws.
"Finally, those disgusting nails are gone," Fantasy said, smirking. "Now, let's fight like real men."
He pummeled Munar relentlessly, ignoring the magic slashes tearing his flesh. Munar's hands regenerated, but his body was broken.
The sword—God Killer Xelvicar—hummed in Fantasy's hand, its tip glowing faint gold.
Seeing it, Munar froze.
Jayden's body hadn't reached the level where it could contain celestial magic so Fantasy had refrained from using it but unfortunately celestials could only be killed using celestial magic.
Even if his whole body was to be destroyed as long as his soul still existed he wouldn't die,but he would automatically be teleported back to the future, but this sword soon to be known as the god slaying sword was capable of destroying both body and soul.
"I can't die here.Not in this time, " Munar thought frantically as his brain searched frantically for a means to survive."
"Fantasy! You can't kill me—you're weak!" Munar screamed, desperation edging his voice, gambling that the curse of Selon would still have effect on Fantasy in this time.
Fantasy faltered—the words echoed in his head. The sword slipped from his hand as he fought for control.
"So that was your plan… you bastard," he growled, his sanity fading away.
He lifted Munar by the neck, their eyes locking.
"This will hurt only a little," he whispered, voice dripping madness.
Then chaos followed.
He slammed Munar's head repeatedly into the planetary crust, the surface cracking beneath the blows. "Align!"
In an instant, he shot forward, dragging Munar's broken body through a straight line of asteroids and shattered worlds.
Each impact sent ripples through the void, accompanied by Munar's screams and Fantasy's deranged laughter.
Throwing Munar's body into the distance, Fantasy snapped his fingers. Black flames manifested—blade-like and alive—piercing Munar's ruined form.
"Burn."
Munar's body ignited, consumed in an infernal blaze until nothing remained.
Fantasy's breath steadied, his eyes dimming. Sanity returned like a ghost.
"You really are clever," he muttered. "Till we meet again, Munar."
He smiled faintly, watching the last ashes drift away as Munar's soul returned back to the future before turning back.
A massive clock-like magic circle appeared above him, its hands spinning in reverse.
The ruined expanse around them began to mend, planets reforming, light returning.
"Now that's done…" Fantasy sighed, teleporting back to the forest below.
He stood in the air watching what was happening with a smile on his face.
Flora and Sarah were still fighting demonic beasts, their blades flashing amid the storm of mana. Nearby, Luke approached, power swirling around his hand.
Fantasy dropped Xelvicar—the sword landed before Luke's feet.
Luke picked it up, eyes widening as he looked up to see Jayden—Fantasy—standing above.
Fantasy smiled and merely pointed toward the women. Luke understood instantly, dashing to assist.
"That kid never stops surprising me," Luke muttered, joining the fight.
"Allow me, ladies," he said, flashing a grin.
"You've done enough. Let the man take over."
He raised his sword high. "Aura Extension: Endless Winds!"
A hurricane of blades swept the forest, slicing every remaining beast to pieces.
"That's that," Luke said with a laugh, just as Flora threw herself into his arms.
"Luke, dear, you're amazing!" she exclaimed, glowing with relief.
Luke's smile faltered as he felt Sarah's sharp gaze. "It's not what it looks like!" he pleaded.
Fantasy appeared then, hovering in midair, blood dripping from his ears, eyes, and mouth—but still smiling.
"I'm about to take my leave," he said weakly.
"Jayden will faint when I do, so… take care of us, like always. He'll explain tomorrow. Bye."
He collapsed—but before his body hit the ground, a rose of wind caught him, and two spirit gently lowered him down.
"I got him!" all three said at once, laughing despite the tension.
Flora knelt beside him, checking his pulse.
"He's fine," she said softly. "Just sleeping."
Sarah sighed. "Your son is full of mysteries."
"I know," Luke muttered, rubbing his temples. "It's exhausting."
"I thought you wanted a strong son," Sarah teased.
"I did—and I still do. Just… not one this mysterious." Luke exhaled deeply.
"So, what now?" Flora asked quietly.
For the first time in a long while, all three adults exchanged blank stares—utterly unsure what to do next.