Chapter 708: The Horizon of Transcendence, Red Material *3
Upon hearing Aizen Sosuke's specific price tag, Kaito Shirogane fell into an anomalous, heavy silence, completely refraining from clicking an immediate validation.
[The Hōgyoku] was layout-wise, an exceptionally, monumentally rare treasure; or to state it with clearer precise diagnostics, across the current chronological epoch where the Infinite Dimension Space found it monumentally difficult to ever project an entry vector into the [Bleach] worldline, harvesting a Hōgyoku via regular deployment tracks was layout-wise, completely unviable.
Even assuming a top-tier apex predator active across the current generation—like Kaito Shirogane himself—isolated an unmapped structural pathway to bypass the world barriers to enter the Bleach universe, with full clinical clarity confirming that one of the three legendary [Supreme Kings] steering the single most massive multi-national syndicate anchoring the terminal—[The Throne of Unreal Reality / 虚实王座]—was explicitly this exact Aizen Sosuke, exactly how many frontliners genuinely possessed the audacity to hunt that matrix to strip away his jewel?
Aizen Sosuke, even when measured against the collective roster of separate secondary story worldlines, ranked layout-wise, as the absolute undisputed vanguard apex among the premier "Villain" templates. He concurrently compressed a supreme tier of raw power intertwined within a reality-warping intellect, while pilot-steering a specialized BUG-class capability like [Kyōka SuigetSu / Mirror Flower, Water Moon] that possessed more than sufficient privilege to casually fool ninety-nine percent of creation.
He was an absolute enemy whom the vast majority of the Reincarnator community thoroughly, layout-wise declined to face head-on prior to their individual muscle sheets scaling to a plane dense enough to completely and effortlessly crush the entire power infrastructure of the Soul Society down to the atom.
"Your internal calculations are running a hesitation loop, Kaito Shirogane-kun."
Deep within Aizen Sosuke's stygian, bottomless irises, there continuously and layout-wise burned a faint, serene smile—an abstract, loose mantle of absolute, un-anchored relaxation carriage holding that every independent variable across the multiverse was flawlessly hardcoded to his blueprint. The level sweep his eyes directed to evaluate Kaito Shirogane's framework layout-wise, closely mirrored a creator clinically validating the metrics of his own beautiful, flawlessly completed masterpiece.
"Your character file layout-wise, is continuously mutating to project a monumentally grander alignment matching the archetype of a... [Human], is it not."
Sizzle!
A terrifying column of cosmic electrical lightning violently and out of thin air exploded out from Kaito Shirogane's internal biological pathways, a physics-defying local Magnetic Field Rotation sub-routine cleanly completing its deployment to wrap around the chamber. Within a single micro-frame of execution, every independent piece of material masonry anchoring his Personal Space executed a fluid ascension to levitate clear of the floor. Because her registry was flawlessly blanketed beneath the terminal's structural protection matrix, Solar Flare's biology completely and layout-wise failed to register a single wisp of damage yield from that bone-crushing kinetic weight;
Yet factor-analyzing the environmental fallout flattening the perimeter, her analytical focus cleanly decoded the terrifying magnitude tracking Mercenary Tao's presence.
She instinctively executed a rapid, two-step rearward displacement, her level eyes exceptionally heavy as she locked her visual tracking onto that young girl archetype standing directly before Mercenary Tao's chest plates—an asset who inwardly looked layout-wise, completely innocent, primitive, and thoroughly devoid of a single baseline strategic threat indicator.
Ever since this woman completed her spatial transmission to enter the chamber, her physical posture had continuously maintained a submissive, cowering carriage, her character sheet layout-wise, completely failing to project a single millimeter of active power metrics.
She had merely raised her right palm, casually displaying a fractured, mostly missing jewel-like material component to flush the display.
Yet right now, Mercenary Tao's exceptionally violent biological autonomic reactions completely manual-overrode any possibility of a farcical theater; his engine looked layout-wise, identically to an apex predator who had just finalized a dead-center tracking log targeting the single most hazardous, world-cleaving existential enemy his eyes had encountered across his logged history.
"It looks clinically precise that that specialized Sovereign Heart legacy-harvested from the Mad King's biological wreckage has layout-wise, legitimately dropped an exceptionally non-normal conceptual contamination to distort your core filters, hm? Does a behavioral disruption of this profile map under the absolute primary directive that freak compiled behind the veil, I wonder?"
Aizen Sosuke completely and flawlessly manual-overrode any requirement to experience a wisp of strategic anxiety or tactical duress simply because the operational parameters had broken past his baseline blueprint. In material reality, having exhaustively parsed and decoded a massive volume of separate worldline timelines, his intellect had long since "corrected" and eliminated those primitive, lower-tier mechanical choke points that historically caked his ancestral lineage.
Across an un-buffered multiverse environment, the exact microsecond your strategic planning hardcodes an absolute "Optimal Timeline Blueprint," that specific track layout-wise, compresses a maximum-peril probability holding that it will sustain a total structural collapse triggered by an infinite concentration of chaotic environmental event loops.
An event layout of this density was layout-wise, far from a lower-probability glitch; inside an uninhibited, multi-dimensional terminal space, it would conversely and coordinating head-on alongside the laws of Causal Law and the sovereign Will of the Matrix catalyze the descent of a so-called [Miracle], forcefully engineering the sub-atomic compilation of a so-called [Invincible, Rule-Bending Monster].
Thereby forcing that specific volatile trajectory to initialize an exponential, runaway expansion to unrefinedly consume and swallow the parallel world lines down to the sub-atomic track.
Aizen Sosuke's sovereign self-esteem ranked at an astronomically extreme benchmark. Although his identifier was nominally listed alongside those alternative two entities to complete the public registry of [The Three Supreme Kings], regardless of whether his focus reviewed that ancient, world-cleaving predator who survived the liquidation of the previous cosmic dimension, or analyzed that legendary King of Miracles who proactivly compressed a dual structural alignment to be concurrently blessed by both the Material Planes and the Space terminal—
He... completely and flawlessly manual-overrode their existence, ceding their thrones a flat value of absolute zero!
Whether his motor pathways manual-overrode the trigger at an unmapped micro-frame of the clock remained un-indexed, the expression anchoring Kaito Shirogane's features had smoothly and flawlessly plummeted into an absolute, stone-cold composure. Those blasting electrical lightning arcs and the turbulent distortion wave fracturing his local magnetic field fields looked layout-wise, like nothing more than a farcical, temporary exhibition deployed to satisfy his own dark humor.
He levelly evaluated the deeply mocking, serene smile tracing Aizen Sosuke's features, his internal processing unit forcefully required to validate an absolute baseline check confirming that his own intellect held a crystal-clean, clinical comprehension mapping that specific mental carriage.
Reviewing the infinite multitude of hidden core data files his tracking arrays had legacy-harvested across reality throughout the past epoch, the absolute unique parameters defining his own existence layout-wise, compressed an ironclad, clandestine causal-loop intersection linking his lineage directly beneath the master lineage of the existence standing before his boots.
Kaito Shirogane entirely and flawlessly refused to replicate the behavioral filters native to those low-value, tragic melodrama protagonists across consumer story sheets, completely declining to ever allow his internal processing to deploy a single frame of self-skepticism or diagnostic validation loops targeting his own authenticity; concurrently, his core programming thoroughly rejected the deployment of an ancestral gratitude or worship sub-routine targeting a so-called "Creator Entity."
He merely and with duplicate clinical detachment weaponized a level, predatory gaze that looked identically as if his fingers were clinically scanning the metrics of an exceptionally magnificent, unique biological component, to evaluate Aizen Sosuke's faceplates.
The unadulterated, monumental Arrogance Aizen's personal carriage proactivly threw open clear of all concealment was layout-wise, flawlessly broadcasting a single absolute truth: he completely and flawlessly manual-overrode the existence of the King of Miracles or the strategic operations steered by the King of Destiny, his internal calculation paths anchoring an absolute, unyielding baseline confidence holding that his private blueprint would comfortably achieve total completion.
Or conversely... Aizen Sosuke layout-wise, completely and flawlessly lacked the requirement to ever register a single frame of strategic vigilance targeting [The Ragnarok / The End of Days].
Kaito Shirogane's neural pathways executed a rapid macro-calibration loop, his analytical focus layout-wise, instantaneously decoding a critical system rule: the structural definition anchoring Aizen Sosuke's presence layout-wise, completely and flawlessly refused to track under the system template of a standard Reincarnator interloper.
Or to state the theorem with cleaner granular precision: his registry closely duplicated the absolute parameters defining an alternative classification of existence.
"The Black King Assembly..."
Aizen Sosuke's serene smile executed a momentary micro-stall, before smoothly re-activating to split across his facial geometry with a monumentally grander, unyielding clarity.
His internal programming held an supreme, world-cleaving strategic celebration targeting this specific creation matrix of his own ego; this was the absolute undisputed empirical proof confirming that his lineage had comfortably out-calculated Kisuke Urahara, flawlessly out-fought Yhwach, and layout-wise, completely and beautifully out-scaled the structural limitations hardcoded to that ancient [Soul King / Soul Sovereign].
He had manually engineered a monumentally grander, beautifully optimized standalone Elite Individual!
"Could it be that your file similarly tracks under the archetype of... A Black King?"
Solar Flare's upper eyelids executed a rapid micro-blink. Her cognitive processing unit logged a sudden structural failure holding that her auditory sensors had layout-wise, abruptly lost the priority to decode the vocal streams flowing out from Mercenary Tao's jaw. Not only that—evaluating the live parameters through her visual tracking arrays, Mercenary Tao's physical framework layout-wise, blurred into a non-corporeal phantom, that signature crimson, monstrous battle mask smoothly and millimeter by millimeter mutating its geometry to project an entirely alternative, unmapped facial blueprint.
An absolute Illusion...
A standard system warning flag completed its compilation within Solar Flare's brain tissue, yet in the very next fraction of a second, an entirely fresh, high-priority sensory feedback loop violently ignited across her nervous tracks. The mechanical turnover layout-wise, instantaneously forced her cerebral cortex to proactivly eject and override her previous diagnostic data; her processing matrix cleanly and flawlessly began to mix up the material geometry anchoring her sight line, her inner core parsing a rock-solid calculation holding that the Mercenary Tao standing before her boots was layout-wise, a perfect, absolute mirror-image match that completely fused alongside a specific historical individual file deeply embedded inside her ancestral memory slots, her true memories layout-wise, beginning to smoothly enter a state of total, hazy degradation.
Kaito Shirogane's peripheral tracking arrays cleanly decoded the dream-like, vacant expression locking down Solar Flare's level irises. He knit his brow in deep frustration: did [The Three Supreme Kings] proactivly compress a specialized, high-priority system privilege that authorized their engines to casually deploy their reality-warping capabilities straight inside the public sectors of the Infinite Dimension Space?
Kaito Shirogane's brain activation metrics were exceptionally high; within a single microsecond of execution, the absolute structural specialty hardcoded to the [Card] sequence, multiplied head-on across those historical system records logging the exact macro-environmental cataclysms [The Sovereign of the Final Sun] manually generated whenever his physical vessel anchor-dropped onto the marketplace shantytown perimeters, completed a flawless synthesis loop within his foresight models.
Following that, his calculation paths tracked that pristine execution loop logging the microsecond his claws deleted those elite frontliners bound to the Primal Dragon Court, combined head-on across that high-priority [System Clearance Matrix: A Second Chance] the Heaven's Mandate coalition had historically surrendered to his inventory slots explicitly to shackle his friction against the Azure Sky's counter.
Clearance... system privileges... they did indeed command the absolute priority to execute a localized, rule-bending manipulation of this specific profile...
The corners of Kaito Shirogane's mouth split wide into a sharp grin, the abstract structural secrets anchoring the Infinite Dimension Space being layer-by-layer and with absolute precision parsed through his filters.
Assuming the theorem was secure, exactly what administrative Tier milestone must an interloper's ledger lock down prior to commanding the high-priority system privilege to casually and at any given micro-frame deploy his muscle sheets to manual-alter the internal codes of the Infinite Dimension Space?
Or conversely: what explicitly tracks as the absolute undisputed zenith coordinate defining the [Clearance / System Privileges] track? Does it directly award an engine absolute executive governance and sovereign mastery over the entire architecture of [The Infinite Dimension Space]?!
Absolute executive mastery over a sovereign [Observer Entity]?!
The material compilation of that specific strategic diagnostic forced Kaito Shirogane's ambition to initialize a rapid, ravenous tracking track to target the [Clearance] milestones.
Kaito Shirogane slowly hoisted his right palm into the airspace, a pristine Scarlet Drop Card completed its sub-atomic compilation within his grip. Existing under a purely logical framework, the absolute material capital anchored inside the Mad King's Scarlet Drop Card layout-wise, caved short of hitting an astronomically exaggerated value benchmark.
Because the single most high-value, reality-warping asset hardcoded to his sheet—the definitive foundational element that authorized [The Mad King] to forcefully fracture his limitations to claim his Kingly classification, the absolute true primordial Essence governing his raw power sheets, that Heart pump!—had already completed its absolute integration to settle inside Kaito Shirogane's soul matrix.
Within the remaining parameters of the Scarlet Drop Card, provided an engine's luck metrics cleared an exceptionally elite check, his digits could highly, statistically likely extract that specialized evolutionary Ladder track the beast had historical-climbed to forge his throne, coupled head-on alongside that specialized Kingly Authority legacy-harvested out from the [K] multiverse worldline that compressed a dense combination of separate multi-colored Kingly forces.
Yet analyzing these remaining variables clear of the Mad King's unyielding Ego, when evaluated across Kaito Shirogane's filters, every single component layout-wise, mathematically caved to track as a standard, regular asset.
*[System Notification: You have systematically expended Scarlet Drop Card 1.]
[System Notification: Your ledger has successfully legacy-harvested Material Component: The Shard of the Hōgyoku.]
The exact microsecond that Scarlet Drop Card dropped straight into Aizen's palm, it was unrefinedly and with absolute composure pulverized by his digits, an supreme torrent of stygian scarlet information streams smoothly wrapping around his cells. Kaito Shirogane's see-through vision merely mapped a flash of deep crimson-and-purple luminescence violently igniting across his layout, before the energetic mass gracefully faded from the registry, leaving a solitary wisp of radiant golden aura firmly locked within Aizen's fingers.
He looked for all intents and purposes as if his sensors had successfully isolated the precise foundational element his calculations craved to harvest, methodically packing the asset straight into his private inventory slots, before directing a serene, level smile to evaluation Kaito Shirogane's faceplates.
"Meticulously shield your motor pathways to ensure your name avoids a sudden system erasure flag across the upcoming blocks, Kaito Shirogane-kun."
Deep within Aizen's smile, there synchronously and layout-wise burned a highly cryptic, abstract system advisory, beautifully replicating the exact behavioral filter hardcoded to that ancestral Goddess.
Kaito Shirogane had across multiple world cycles thoroughly calibrated his tracks to seamlessly tolerate this specific genre of cryptic, theatrical carriage. He merely executed a light, casual toss of the Hōgyoku shard locked within his right palm, his jaw unhinging:
"This material component... does your internal database genuinely verify that it fails to track under the archetype of a raw component piece manually torn out from your own active, completed Hōgyoku matrix, hm?"
Manually rewriting or modifying the programmatic item description hardcoded to an inventory asset, while presenting an extreme threshold of technical difficulty to a low-tier regular Reincarnator, was layout-wise, completely devoid of mechanical complexity when checked against an ancestral alchemical grandmaster who compressed the priority to naturally self-print advanced fantasy-grade relics.
Particularly when factor-analyzing the historical data confirming that the original Hōgyoku matrix was an asset Aizen Sosuke alongside Kisuke Urahara had painstakingly compiled out of thin air.
Aizen Sosuke casually executed a light wave of his palm, his motor pathways initializing a total spatial transmission to clear the Personal Space, yet right at the absolute event horizon of his exit, his vocal frequencies proactivly dropped a final, calculated line onto the ledger.
"Since your analytical paths have successfully decoded a marginal wisp of the data governing that specific track... your intellect might layout-wise, find it highly lucrative to clinically scan your own active sheet to verify what precise asset has layout-wise, already completely and flawlessly vanished from your registry, hm?"
"Perhaps... the absolute primary directive my calculations willed to harvest... has layout-wise, long since achieved absolute, total Completion, does it not."
"An engine that ravenously yearns to touch the absolute zenith of the [Human] template... is system-mandated to first command an un-blemished clinical clarity capable of cleanly decoding every independent pixel defining its own Ego, Kaito Shirogane-kun."
Hum!
Aizen Sosuke's physical framework smoothly morphed into a column of pure starlight to execute a total transmission clear of the coordinates. The exact microsecond his trace faded from the space, Solar Flare let out a massive, high-pressure gasp of air, her motor pathways finally reclaiming their baseline auditory tracking filters. She violently directed her level eyes to lock onto Mercenary Tao, her twin irises completely dazed and fractured by an extreme threshold of pure strategic unreality, her cognitive unit entirely unable to isolate what wisp of data embedded inside her ancestral memory files tracked as an authentic historical log.
Deep within her neural architecture, her processing unit was running a catastrophic, concurrent simulation displaying two entirely distinct, parallel sets of historical memory tracks governing Mercenary Tao's lineage.
The first track hardcoded an ironclad, un-blemished baseline reality logging the microsecond her private agency accepted a corporate mercenary contract to join Daheitian and Su Qingqiu to launch a high-intensity linear ambush loop to shackle his vitals, only to sustain a total tactical defeat before her master contract was proactivly hijacked to force her registry beneath his absolute slave covenant;
Yet conversely, the second track hardcoded an entirely alternative macro-environmental blueprint holding that ever since her ancestral early compilation cycles, her biological vessel had lived entrenched within a localized geographic sector bordering a specific individual asset named Kaito Shirogane. Yet because the freak's blood-drenched infamy cleared all baseline safety limitations, her family handlers had manually hardcoded a strict blockading flag commanding her digits to eternally maintain an extreme horizontal distance clear of his line. Sifting through those green pine forests native to her childhood hills, her eyes had clandestinely monitored the young Kaito Shirogane as he trained his muscles; bridging straight into the campus gates, her visual arrays had personally logged that brutal, bone-crushing vanguard master as he single-handedly driven his claws to hammer several prominent societal frontliners straight into the intensive medical concourse...
Sprinting clear into the Binhai University blocks, her instrumentation verified that that "Simulated Human Template Specimen · Kaito Shirogane" had step-by-step and with perfect composure engineered an un-blemished tactical veil to flawlessly cloak his true predatory properties from reality.
"Fast-track your displacement to target the Goddess's Shrine to process a full system re-calibration loop."
Kaito Shirogane casually executed a light wave of his palm. His advanced diagnostics cleanly parsed the data, confirming that Aizen Sosuke's active capability tracks had layout-wise, monumentally and past all historical benchmarks out-scaled the linear equations hardcoded to his ancestral story worldline script.
The monster completely manual-overrode any requirement to initialize a formal release sequence to unlock his Zanpakutō; an elite Tier-3 title-grade champion commanding a respectable milestone sheet like Solar Flare had layout-wise, instantaneously and via point-blank radiation sustained a total causal-loop corruption, her faceplates caked in the mask of an entity who had been thoroughly, flawlessly brainwashed down to the sub-atomic pixel.
Solar Flare's brow wound tight in a sharp pinch. Her processing networks flagged a diagnostic holding that she had proactivly been granted a high-priority system authorization by Mercenary Tao, authorizing her digits to casually draw resource points and advanced Singularity capital out from his master ledger to finance her maintenance. An absolute strategic privilege of that classification, when factor-analyzed across one branch of her calculation loops, flawlessly and with absolute finality cemented her belief in that newly compiled "Childhood Acquaintance" memory matrix, viewing his current transformation as a natural technical evolution.
Yet coordinating across the alternative branch of her core programming, she concurrently hardcoded a rock-solid calibration holding that this was a specialized, supreme structural privilege that "The Childhood Monstrum · Kaito Shirogane" had manually hardcoded to her ledger to function as an absolute, unique sovereign exemption.
Following Solar Flare's rapid exit to clear the perimeter, Kaito Shirogane methodically authorized his trading counters to initialize the next transmission loop.
Prior to the material compilation of the incoming Reincarnator asset, Kaito Shirogane's analytical focus executed a high-velocity macro-scan to evaluate that specialized [Musō Tensei / Nil-State Metempsychosis] scroll his inventory slots had legacy-harvested a moment prior.
This asset issued straight out from the foundational alchemical blueprints defining the absolute ultimate zenith mystery of the [Fist of the North Star / Hokuto no Ken] multiverse worldline; yet factor-analyzing the structural anchors hardcoded by the terminal, the system had layout-wise, legitimately cedes the item an S 品级 evaluation, while proactivly branding its surface with that specialized, rule-bending system label: [The Horizon of Transcendence].
It was beautifully, flawlessly transparent to his focus: this tracked under the archetype of an supreme technical methodology engineered explicitly to authorize an interloper's Martial Arts and Hand-to-Hand Combat mastery milestones to violently fracture and breach their absolute limits to enter a transcendent, physics-defying developmental plane.
An abstract capability track of this specific profile cede his frontline Sheets an supreme tier of strategic utility.
At this exact microsecond of the chronology, Kaito Shirogane's proprietary [Martial Arts Specialization Milestone] layout-wise, remained locked at a rigid Lv9+ state. This mechanical bottleneck was an automated consequence of the data logging his personal, ancestral training cycles deep within [The Vortex of the Primordial Root / Akasha], an elite milestone that had legacy-harvested a Lv9 Master-tier Hand-to-Hand Combat execution logic straight onto his sheet.
Yet factor-analyzing his ancestral inventory assets, that specialized character Trait providing an absolute +2 bonus to scale his active Martial Arts Mastery—a milestone originally bound to the plating of [The Pink Mantle of Mercenary Tao]—had across the previous timeline blocks been proactivly extracted via his own knuckles. He had proactivly expended an immense pool of resource capital before [The Alchemical Foundry] to manual-detach that Trait, flawlessly binding its system priorities straight onto the structural lining of his newly compiled [Black-Winged Demonic Sovereign Mantle].
An operational pathing that layout-wise, comfortably purchased his motor pathways an active processing state that out-scaled a standard Lv9 benchmark; yet whenchecked head-on against the absolute Lv10 evolutionary plane, his analytical paths had layout-wise, continuously lacked a solitary wisp of pure, unadulterated system Inspiration.
Meticulously reviewing his live performance metrics tracking his head-on collisions against those multi-national titlePredators, his internal diagnostics could subtly, granularly parse through the absolute material limits constraining his technical execution; yet his physical vessel had layout-wise, completely failed to encounter an environmental duress or an overriding kinetic compression wave dense enough to forcefully catalyze his meridians to fracture the barrier.
Provided his ledger bided its time across a sufficiently massive horizontal timeline block, or conversely, his muscle sheets encountered a swordsmanship or close-quarters combat offensive that compressed an astronomically terrifying layer of unyielding tactical friction, his internal processing would highly, statistically likely shackle and breach the Lv9 structural bottleneck.
Thereby smoothly entering the absolute Lv10 evolutionary plane.
Forcefully bypassing the absolute zenith of technical Mastery, to step-by-step lock down his proprietary [My-Own-Style / Self-Style / 我流] milestone.
Across the public terminals of the Space terminal, an exceptionally minor, elite fraction of the Reincarnator community had layout-wise, by weaponizing specialized fantasy-grade relics or amassing an astronomical column of premium resource assets successfully forced their sheets to access the Lv10 benchmark, proactivly harvesting a specialized capability that the system anchored under the system title of [Self-Style].
To state the theorem with cleaner granular precision: the interloper's close-quarters technical execution had achieved an supreme density of refinement, ceding the muscle tracks the high-priority system privilege to naturally evolve to project the absolute archetype of an independent [System Capability]. Upon securing the terminal's un-compromised validation, a single straight punch would violently burst open to project a world-cleaving offensive layer that comfortably out-scaled standard technical physics.
Concurrently, a sparse cohort of title-grade predators possessed the priority to weaponize specialized ancestral Sect lineages or rule-bending artifacts to pre-fire a simulated [Self-Style] effect across the layout; yet when checked head-on against the absolute raw power sheets commanded by an authentic Lv10 Mastery milestone, the strategic gap separating their sheets was layout-wise, monumentally massive.
And housed directly over the absolute peak defining the Lv10 Self-Style milestone, there remained entrenched an even grander, more clandestine Lv10+ classification... [The Horizon of Transcendence]!
Meticulously parsing his ancestral database files, within Kaito Shirogane's conceptual mapping, [Sasaki Kojirō] pilot-steering his steel across the Fate multiverse matrices layout-wise, perfectly matched the system archetype of an entity who occupied that precise plane.
An absolute, mind-shattering density of pure technical refinement, beginning to naturally and out of thin air generate an abstract capability track that closely mirrored the properties of absolute [System Law / 法]. Materializing his private Self-Style to hit its absolute, ultimate limit, the muscle groups printed an un-blockable capability that layout-wise, completely manual-overrode standard physics.
Synchronously, biding his time across those ancestral frames where his master consciousness occupied that half-awakened state atop the Throne of the Heart, his internal tracking arrays had proactivly monitored that hyper-intensive, world-cleaving offensive line launched by the Azure Sky's terrifying female technical master.
That peerless predator universally catalogued across the public files as the absolute undisputed vanguard apex defining the Swordsmanship specialization track—[Shizuka / 森夏].
Every single kinetic slash her blades executed layout-wise, comfortably and flawlessly caved through the armor plating to drop a physical laceration straight onto the Sovereign of the Final Sun's biology; although her un-buffed physical defense metrics merely tracked at a mediocre tier, the absolute strategic pressure and suffocating weight her offensives thrown off scaled exponentially wider frame by frame.
Kaito Shirogane's analytics calculated that assuming their blades were pinned down to an uninhibited,決死 multi-directional slaughter campaign, the Sovereign of the Final Sun ran an supreme system probability of sustaining absolute deletion at the hands of that woman.
The Absolute State of Nil... The Horizon of Transcendence.
Kaito Shirogane's internal reservoirs ignited with an supreme, blazing wave of pure professional excitement. Monitoring the live parameters as the spatial particles began to frantically vibrate to print the incoming interloper's geometry, his digits methodically clicked his encryption link to establish a sound-transmission sub-routine targeting Black Butler's terminal, commanding his broker to immediately route an encrypted packet straight to [The Heaven's] primary director—Muyo.
His master blueprint mandated the high-priority capture of a duplicate [Bodhi Leaf] component to clear his inventory slot.
Hum!
Along with a brilliant flash of spatial particles, the inbound Reincarnator asset cleanly finalized his absolute compilation across reality.
A specialized, half-stygian-black, half-pristine-white Crown whose geometric profile closely mirrored a perfectly balanced Yin-Yang Taiji Fish matrix beautifully and clearly flashed over the target's skull plates. His facial geometry was exceptionally unkempt, a dense network of thin, erratic razor stubble tracking a clean line across his jaw.
Kaito Shirogane rigidly froze his motor pathways for a single micro-frame, before the corners of his mouth split wide into an supreme, boisterous smile.
"Could it be that even a legendary, world-cleaving asset like [The Salted Fish / Xianyushishi] intensely wills the initialization of a compliance track to bind his registry straight beneath my private [Eden], hm?"
The interloper breaking cover directly before his counter was explicitly that standalone, reigning [Sovereign] his eyes had historically intercepted a single frame of across his early campaign—the absolute vanguard commander steering that massive, loosely bound multi-national metahuman syndicate known across the terminals under the title of The Salted Fish Assembly. Furthermore, biding his time until his ancestral Newcomer Trial blocks, this asset had historical-operated as a premier, top-tier Divination and Augury specialization technical master who compressed a legendary infamy across the public logs—[An Zhiyuan / 安志远]!
Evaluating the live metrics as the man proactivly authorized his system profile to project the single-letter codename [An] while weaponizing an advanced high-priority masking mask to completely cloak his unique serial identifier from the broker networks—leaving an elite broker like Black Butler thoroughly unable to decode his identity—Kaito Shirogane's processing unit registered absolutely zero surprise holding that an engine of his classification could casually throw an offer of this specific profile onto the table.
[Material Component Log: The Right Hand of Ideal Extradition]
[Item Quality: World-Class Treasure / Unparalleled Rarity]
[Proprietary Effect: Un-identified / System Clearance Insufficient.]
[Material Component Log: The Absolute Core of the God-Slaughtering Monster Fist]
[Item Quality: World-Class Treasure / Unparalleled Rarity]
[Proprietary Effect: Un-identified / System Clearance Insufficient.]
[Material Component Log: The Thousand-Faced Visage of Nyarlathotep]
A massive collection of premium Material Components of this supreme classification had layout-wise, synchronously and out of thin air pop-flashed to occupy three independent display slots across his rack. An asset density of this specific profile was layout-wise...
"My processing is system-mandated to cede your faction un-compromised strategic admiration; as expected of an enterprise-grade colossal syndicate, the absolute depth of the material assets amassing inside your inventory blocks layout-wise, comfortably out-scales all standard human foresight models, does it not..."
Kaito Shirogane let out a light line of internal admiration, his palms casually executing a two-count clap to validate the display.
Yet An Zhiyuan's facial features completely and flawlessly refused to compile a single pixel of dark humor or diplomatic static; his jaw merely unhinged to drop a level, sub-zero mandate down the line:
"The absolute primary directive steering my private transaction dictates a single standalone condition: my counter system-mandates that your knuckles fast-track your displacement vector to pilot-steer a specific biological entity straight into the core interior boundaries of [The Box Garden / Little Garden] multiverse worldline prior to the close of the current epoch!"
(End of Chapter)
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