Chapter 648: Two Black Kings
[Reincarnator LL70015666, you are currently permitted to forcefully terminate the mission of this world and execute an early regression. Please disengage from combat as quickly as possible.]
This was exactly it!
Solomon felt a profound wave of relief sink into his chest. Within the despairing futures his precognitive arrays had simulated for this world, only an outcome of this classification represented a tactical route where he could genuinely cede his own soul a path to survive!
[The Black King Assembly]—to mid-and-low-tier Reincarnators, this entity functioned vastly more like a myth or an unmapped "urban legend" floating within the collective logs of the Infinite Dimension Space.
But to every single elite Reincarnator who had successfully navigated multiple high-tier derivative universes, the material reality of that collective was already entirely, professionally beyond all doubt.
Regarding the Black King Assembly, numerous absolute riddles still lingered within the database. For instance, the precise developmental parameters governing how these [Black Kings] were actually manufactured.
Or for instance, what the absolute primary objective of these Black Kings truly was—could it genuinely be a mindless, non-discriminatorily slaughter of Reincarnators across the multiverse?
How exactly did a Black King materialize... The Infinite Dimension Space never lacked for hyper-ambitious freaks, nor did it lack for an infinite variety of bizarre, rule-bending capabilities or artifacts. Yet despite numerous, high-profile multi-faction experiments, not a single individual had ever successfully engineered a fresh Black King onto the board.
Even examining the single most widespread operational log currently circulating within the network—which detailed a specific top-tier syndicate utilizing the Golden Order to launch a massive, multi-timeline systemic corruption against a Naruto derivative world, explicitly attempting to forge a Black King · Naruto—there remained zero diagnostic evidence to verify that a fresh Black King had actually completed its manifestation.
Solomon had meticulously researched this specific developmental path himself. The unique capabilities held by his primary partner—the Supreme Being Destiny Eternal · Shigure—were exceptionally, flawlessly optimized to execute a chronological alignment of that caliber. Yet following the catastrophic slaughter that liquidated the B711 universe, neither a Black King · Saitama nor a Black King · Mob had materialized on the grid.
Quite the contrary: Shigure had completely vanished from the network, highly, statistically likely either dead or structurally dismantled to a degree that rendered biological reconstruction practically impossible.
Solomon synchronized his focus to lock onto both Captain Marvel and Ikaris, who were still aggressively maintaining their pursuit vectors. As his jaw moved in a fraction of a second, his spell formula was launched.
[Saint's Collapse]!
Against specialized races whose raw power metrics explicitly relied upon unique genetic lineages or divine blessings to function, the structural application of Saint's Collapse yielded an unimaginably devastating, overriding effect.
This precise spell formula—engineered within the A Certain Magical Index universe specifically to systematically fracture and collapse the biology of Saints and Divine Heirs—had successfully routed an unmapped number of high-tier native characters under Solomon's guidance.
His heterochromatic eyes—one brilliant blue, one deep crimson—refrained from wasting a single frame of focus on their faces. Actively forcing his precognitive Future Sight to accelerate once more, he strained his neural processing to map the exact microsecond and spatial coordinates where the Black King would breach the local grid!
Sizzle!
Blinding pillars of white light violently detonated across the frames of Ikaris and Captain Marvel. In the very next instant, their internal energy engines entered a state of chaotic, runaway disruption, and Ikaris violently dropped straight out of the sky, plummeting toward the pavement.
Solomon did not cede a single line of focus to execute a follow-up strike. Turning his frame around, he shot toward the open ocean, systematically depressing his flight altitude closer to the surface.
Roar!
Amidst a furious, bloodthirsty roar, the Hulk violently launched his massive body out from a collapsing mound of rubble. Solomon merely flexed his energy wings, snapping the appendages closed before his chest to form an absolute shield.
Boom!
The Hulk's rage-fueled strike struck the barrier, forcing the structural energy ripples to violently disperse outward, completely disrupting Solomon's flight trajectory and sending his frame crashing deep into the masonry of a nearby high-rise.
Yet, Solomon's eyes remained completely devoid of anger. He merely snapped his fingers with absolute detachment. As a silver-white radiance ignited across the atmosphere once more, before the Hulk could even cross the physical distance to touch the ground, rows of [Dragon-Slaying Spears] violently illuminated the air right before his chest.
Amidst a catastrophic detonation of light, a massive, ragged laceration was cleanly sheared across the Hulk's torso, sending his colossal green frame rolling and tumbling back down through the air.
"No!"
Young Parker remained planted atop a listing skyscraper, watching the absolute idol of his heart be severely, ruthlessly routed by a single strike from the angel. His heart delivered an exceptionally violent, agonizing thud—and as a frantic roar tore from his small throat, an invisible, hyper-dense kinetic shockwave violently exploded outward across all coordinates.
Boom!
Solomon was cleanly struck mid-air by the sheer weight of that presence, the energy fields protecting his body surface rippling violently under the compression.
Conqueror's Haki... and its raw density was astronomically high!
Solomon's automated instinct was to immediately snap his fingers to drive a lethal spell formula straight into the child's coordinates, but at this exact microsecond, it was as if a brilliant flash of preternatural intuition illuminated his cerebral matrix. Identical to the precise moment he had chosen to refrain from attacking an injured Mercenary Tao earlier, his absolute spiritual perception locked onto his motor nerves with a desperate command: Do not attack!
Solomon dropped his hand, turning his frame to blur straight toward the open sea.
Sizzle!
The upper atmosphere was instantaneously reduced to an absolute, pitch-black void. Brooding cloud layers gathered over the ruined parameters of New York with a velocity that completely defied all reasonable meteorological models.
Out across the bay, infinite columns of dense water vapor skyrocketed into the sky.
And the single most blatant structural anomaly occupying the grid was that stygian, pitch-black chasm Kaito Shirogane had driven into the bedrock with his Serious Punch. A monumental downward gravitational traction was aggressively roaring from within the abyss—rendering it entirely impossible to diagnose whether it was the lingering kinetic residue of Kaito's fist, or the instinctual reaction of the unborn Celestial deep within the core sustaining a direct strike.
Solomon depressed his altitude even closer to the waves.
He forced his eyes up to evaluate the sky, his inner mind settling into an absolute, icy realization: those supreme cosmic entities who had historically been profoundly loved by their home universes, yet systematically stripped of every single asset they owned... had arrived!
Sizzle!
An unimaginably terrifying bolt of primordial lightning violently cleaved straight down from the absolute apex of the sky to pierce into the ocean.
The resulting flare of pure energy instantaneously illuminated every single coordinate of a New York that had been plunged into pitch-black darkness due to the roiling cloud layer and the total collapse of the municipal power grids.
Whether it was Ikaris crashing into the dirt, or Captain Marvel—whose cosmic radiance was violently flickering as her body helplessly rolled toward the pavement;
Or Wanda, who was currently the lone entity desperately deploying her hex fields to anchor the sector; or Captain America, who was clinging to the face of a skyscraper that had Completed a literal 90-degree tilt into the sinkhole; or Gilgamesh, who had successfully completed his biological reconstruction on the ground to blockade the advancing Chitauri lines—
Every single living organism on the grid captured a monumental shift in reality at this exact microsecond. Their eyes simultaneously and flawlessly snapped to lock onto a specific coordinate in the sky.
A man of majestic, towering stature and hyper-dense musculature stood rigidly mid-air. His pitch-black battle armor looked as if it were forcefully molded directly onto his flesh, and upon the center of his chest plates, a dim, silver-shifting [S] crest was faintly illuminating the darkness.
A blood-red cloak whipped and roared with savage velocity amidst the crackling lightning.
[Notification: Special Unit · The Black King Assembly has successfully established entry onto the grid.]
[All active Reincarnators are ordered to execute an immediate, unconditional tactical extraction!]
The freezing system text refreshed across his panel, yet the Tree Herder—standing at the regional border parameters of New Jersey—remained rigidly frozen, staring up at the stratosphere as if his very soul had been drained from his flesh.
"He... he is..."
Directly behind his back, Yun Wujiu—operating purely under the re-engineered directives of an Odinforce Divine Envoy—slowly and methodically withdrew his hand from Monsoon's chest cavity, before violently driving his fingers straight through the sternum of a completely defenseless Trade Wind.
Yet, those two elite sensory practitioners retained absolutely zero indicators of physical pain within their narrow eyes. They merely kept their focus locked onto the spectacle materializing in the sky, before Trade Wind's jaw unhinged to cough up a massive rope of fresh blood.
A localized tempest violently exploded across their coordinates. Amidst the deafening shrieks of atmospheric scythe-winds, an infinite barrage of razor-sharp wind blades continuously and relentlessly hammered against the flesh of Yun Wujiu and the Tree Herder.
The raw damage of this attack was by no means monumental; its absolute, singular tactical utility was to forcefully drag their systems into an active combat lock, systematically denying them the capacity to trigger a system regression.
"Every single one of you... is dead..."
Trade Wind's eyes went completely glassy as her life force extinguished. The Tree Herder didn't waste a single frame of focus to evaluate her corpse; he merely kept his eyes fixed on the stratosphere, his mind paralyzed.
"How... how is this possible..."
"An entity of this classification... how could he possibly be forged into a Black King?!"
"Are you mocking me?! Are you out of your minds?!"
The Tree Herder's psychological baseline completely fractured into a frantic, hysterical scream. At this exact microsecond, his scalp prickled with an agonizing sting, and every hair along his spine stood rigidly on end.
The entity standing in the stratosphere was none other than... [Superman]?!
Fuck!
But the cataclysmic sequence was far from over. The roiling cloud layers spanning the entire sky began to rotate into a massive, spiral-like vortex, a blinding white light crystallizing at the absolute center.
It was exactly as if a grander presence was slowly and methodically descending from beyond the cloud deck.
"The second... Black King..."
Beneath the Tree Herder's boots, his dark green blood vessels mutated into a dense root network that violently bored into the bedrock. In the very next fraction of a second, his entire frame aggressively contracted, attempting to sink deep beneath the subterranean strata to execute an escape.
He needed to run. Damn it all to hell, what on earth did Solomon and Mercenary Tao trigger on this grid?!
The Tree Herder had officially compiled an absolute death sentence for this worldline within his mind. Highly, statistically likely following this incident, this derivative universe they had systematically spent multiple operational cycles cultivating would be permanently disqualified from ever being accessed by Reincarnators again.
Provided, of course, that they possessed the capacity to return to the Space alive this time!
At this stage of the operation, the Tree Herder had completely and flawlessly discarded his previous plan to regroup with Mercenary Tao to liquidate Solomon. No matter how monumentally powerful a Reincarnator claimed to be, once your existence was erased from the logs, you caved to absolute nothingness.
[Halt.]
The Tree Herder's physical frame instantaneously entered a state of total structural paralysis. The dark green vessels boring into the dirt were forcefully and automatically pulled back into his muscles against his will, leaving him completely wedged and immobilized within the deep rock strata.
That single voice had actually weaponized the structural parameters of a Space Notification to materialize right before his eyes.
A fraction of a second later, the complete diagnostic text finalized across his panel.
[You have encountered Special Unit · The Black King · ?]
[You have encountered the direct influence of the active Capability: Anti-Life Equation. Executing structural immunity check...]
[Check failed. Your consciousness has been systematically and completely subjugated by the Anti-Life Equation.]
The Tree Herder's cerebral matrix was instantaneously wiped into an absolute vacuum, his individual ego losing all conscious agency.
At the exact same microsecond, virtually every single living organism operating across the entire regional grid sustained a crushing, monumentally terrifying wave of absolute mental suppression, forcing all kinetic reality to ground to a total, non-discriminatory halt.
A power that operated in absolute, binary opposition to concepts like life and individual free will had brutally, unilaterally established total dominion over the sector.
The Black King · Clark Kent slowly and methodically depressed his flight altitude to descend from the stratosphere. His narrow, pitiless eyes surveyed the apocalyptic ruin of New York.
Continental submersion, alongside an immense volume of high-tier energetic emissions, had been violently thrown across this world of ordinary mortal cattle.
A massive concentration of core characters anchoring the chronological weight of this worldline were aggressively plowing toward terminal death. Everything was accelerating toward absolute termination.
This was the reality of Reincarnators. This was... the Infinite Dimension.
High in the sky, within the roiling parameters of the spiral vortex of clouds, an absolute network of intertwined silver-white and pitch-black light was violently twisting. Divine authority and demonic corruption clashed in a state of absolute binary opposition, as a cascade of long, incandescent golden hair drifted loosely behind her shoulders.
Upon her stygian, pitch-black sovereign armor, a trim of pristine white fur was elegantly adorned.
The woman slowly and methodically took one stride after another to descend from the heavens, her emerald-like eyes entirely devoid of human emotion as she looked down upon the broken parameters of the panicked masses below.
She extended her right hand toward the frontier, a blinding, resplendent wave of golden luminescence violently erupting from her palm.
At this exact microsecond, Solomon's pupils violently vibrated.
That weapon was... [Rhongomyniad]...
At the exact same microsecond, at a specific coordinate well beyond the perimeter of the New York grid, Artoria similarly forced her eyes skyward, locking her gaze straight onto that pair of emerald-like, incomparably cold and detached eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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