Chapter 715: A Normal Punch
Kaito Shirogane descended from the upper airspace, a putrid stench dense enough to feel layout-wise, identically as if it were punching straight through his pulmonary tracts erupting from the earth masonry. In the very next fraction of a second, his biological framework registered a massive column of pure kinetic pulling friction.
Hum!
Kaito Shirogane's physical frame executed a fluid micro-pivot, his cerebral cortex processing an exceptionally brief wisp of spatial disorientation—the automated neuro-feedback loop generated when an engine's precise geographic coordinate trace undergoes a catastrophic transformation inside a single frame of the clock.
An enterprise-grade Primal Matrix operating under an Eastern historical theological worldview was layout-wise, eternally hardcoded to house an infinite density of cryptic geographic arrays and physics-defying structural power systems.
[System Notification: Special Reincarnator EX051, your biological vessel has successfully penetrated a specialized territorial boundary zone. Your World Exploration Index has sustained a fractional advancement.]
*[System Notification: Your master ledger has successfully legacy-harvested E-Rank Singularity 1.]
Kaito Shirogane levelly evaluated his user interface, verifying that simply because his motor pathways authorized a transmission entry vector to penetrate this sector, the terminal processors had layout-wise, proactivly and with near-frantic velocity dropped a Singularity asset onto his counter. This empirical layout beautifully decoded the absolute depth of pure strategic hunger the Space terminal harbored to mine the Information Coordinates caking this native world line.
It closely mirrored a pathetically weak, low-tier scavenger organism that had thrown out all baseline dignity to ruthlessly and piece by piece nibble at the skin plates of an invincible apex titan; Kaito Shirogane's current role on the board was layout-wise, identical to a parasitic anomaly or a low-value wood-boring insect streamed via the Infinite Dimension Space straight onto the scales of a primeval Divine Dragon. The terminal algorithms were ravenously, non-stop calculating a scenario holding that his knuckles would successfully manual-tear a designated sliver of raw flesh clear of the dragon's hull, authorizing the terminal machine to ingest premium divine tissue.
Kaito Shirogane let out a quiet, internal line of dark amusement, casually executing a light micro-flick of his right palms. Despite the clinical fact holding that his limbs had completely withheld any wisp of raw velocity or attribute-driven force from the stroke, his digits layout-wise, still compressed the high-priority system privilege to seamlessly lock their grip onto the viscous atmospheric metrics.
Along with that casual swipe, a monumental gale violently ignited to flush the layout.
This explicitly, flawlessly tracks under the archetype of an supreme technical plane that comfortably fractures and out-scaled the absolute zenith of a standard martial arts grandmaster; his mastery over localized kinetic force and micro-current distribution had legacy-evolved to a plane that was completely non-corporeal and devoid of trackable vector signatures. To state the theorem with cleaner granular diagnostics: even assuming Kaito Shirogane restricted his active muscle output to exploit a pathetically mediocre index clearing a mere 10 or 20 points of raw Strength, his punches would layout-wise, still effortlessly harvest a destructive yield that a regular Tier-3 title predator proactivly required a 40 or 50-point attribute sheet to compile.
The dense white fog blanketing his immediate visual tracking step by step entered a thermodynamic de-freezing sequence, Kaito's analytics verifying that his proprietary Mind-Net perception radius was synchronously executing an exponential expansion wave.
Entrenched deep within the structural architecture of this specialized space, the white fog continuously radiated an infinite concentration of chaotic, low-frequency vocal frequencies, non-stop dropping a massive layer of psychic noise to shackle his [Mind-Net / Mind-Grid] indicators.
He centralized his processing focus to scan the haze, his sensors isolating a succession of faint, loose shadow phantoms frantically flaring across separate coordinates; these assets tracked under the system template of regular stygian ghosts and un-avenged tragic souls, yet their aggregate energetic profiles had plummeted to such a pathetically mediocre benchmark that their traces were layout-wise, on the absolute event horizon of a total permanent deactivation loop.
With a rapid calibration of his mental focus, his proprietary Lineage capability—[The Evocation of the Yin Spirit Matrix / 唤灵]—was forcefully throttled open. One after another, a massive density of pure obsidian-black spiritual phantom interlopers broke cover from his internal pathways to step onto the masonry, masterfully initializing a multi-directional scouting sprint to target all geographic coordinates.
His private biological frame tracked a linear march along the vector where the white fog was smoothly dissolving, his sensors having already isolated a faint wisp of a domestic fire block flaring across the distance.
Kaito Shirogane casually executed a light wave of his toe muscles, his physical frame flawlessly bypassing dozens of meters of material spatial distance inside a single fraction of a second. Fully encased within the high-priority privileges hardcoded to [The Nil-State Metempsychosis], that ancestral Marine Rokushiki movement sub-routine—Sori / Razor—had layout-wise, been refined past all cosmic safety limits to project a peerless technical state.
Within a single heartbeat of execution, his boots successfully claimed the coordinate block housing the fire block. His eyes evaluated a slightly decayed, un-fortified City God temple structure, standing rigidly independent amidst the roiling white fog; flanking its rear boundaries, the haze executed a complex coiling loop, while the front entrance masonry floured with an supreme, blazing concentration of pure fire luminescence.
Creak~
The massive timber door panels guarding the City God temple smoothly and flawlessly executed a total open loop, looking layout-wise, identically as if the local laws were proactivly inviting Kaito Shirogane's engine to penetrate the inner perimeter.
Kaito Shirogane methodically hoisted his skull to scan the text glyphs carved into the ancient main lintel board; those three distinct characters reading [The Temple of the City Sovereign / 城隍庙] were layout-wise, intensely and with absolute finality saturated with a bleeding crimson visage, looking clinically precise as if columns of pressurized whole essence were on the absolute event horizon of leaking from the text strands to paint the stones. He held a crystal-clean comprehension verifying that every independent tragedy caking this Lanruo City matrix compressed a direct causal-loop intersection linking it straight adjacent to the governance of this local Underworld Divinity.
Kaito Shirogane methodically stepped past the threshold masonry to penetrate the inner courtyard; right at that exact microsecond, a heavy thud acoustic wave roared across the room as the timber panels flawlessly initialized an automated lock sequence to blockade his rear exit vector.
[System Notification: Special Reincarnator EX051, your biological vessel has successfully established an un-buffered mechanical interface alongside specialized System Creation Matrix · The Temple of the City God.]
The corners of Kaito Shirogane's mouth split wide to project a sharp, mocking smile. He maintained a level, unhurried march to advance straight toward the primary Main Hall installation anchoring the rear parameters of the temple grounds. Sifting through the white fog columns blanketing his lateral flanks, a pair of ancient temple priests proactivly broke cover—one a male cattle, one a female template—yet their true facial geometries were layout-wise, completely masked beneath the heavy shroud of the haze.
The twin assets executed a rapid displacement that nominal-wise looked exceptionally slow, yet across a mechanical framework, compressed an supreme velocity track to close his perimeter. Quite the contrary: Kaito Shirogane's own stride nominal-wise looked beautifully relaxed and low-frequency, his physical boots completely and flawlessly refusing to ever maximize their anatomical displacement radius, yet the twin priests layout-wise, completely and flawlessly lacked the priority to ever close within point-blank range of his skin.
Within a single microsecond of execution, Kaito Shirogane had already flawlessly crossed the threshold to enter the absolute inner sanctum of the Main Hall.
Dominating the central apex layout of the sanctum, a colossal structural Idol—plated within a heavy crimson mantle, a pristine white-and-gold theological tunic mapping its geometry, its skull bound with an absolute obsidian black Divine Crown—stood rigidly independent to command the room. Vastly more critical to his analytical paths was the diagnostic data logging a miles-wide, radiant golden halo matrix continuously executing a complex spiral movement directly behind the Idol's skull plates.
A monumentally dense, suffocating concentration of sacred Incense Prayer Energy violently broke cover to flush the layout, flawlessly manual-overriding and neutralizing that putrid, biological stench caking his senses.
The twin temple priests had layout-wise, only at this precise frame of the chronology successfully managed to fast-track their coordinates to breach the Main Hall, both of their character files caking in a deep layer of absolute academic shock.
"Impudent mortal cattle! Your intellect genuinely commands the un-blockable audacity to manual-disrupt the sacred serenity of the Lord City Sovereign?!"
[System Notification: Special Reincarnator EX051, your biological framework has proactivly sustained the direct impact of a specialized psychic capability check. Factor-analyzing your active Spiritual Focus attributes, your ledger has successfully legacy-harvested the following intelligence data files:]
[System Tactical Check: You have sustained the direct conceptual intercede launched via a Fox-Fiend Entity's high-tier Capability track — The Sovereign Mandate / Imperial Decree. System Initialization: Running advanced character attribute exemption verifications...]
[System Verification: Complete. Your character profile has successfully and flawlessly compiled an absolute system exemption to completely neutralize the contamination.]
"Since your boots have entered the sacred perimeter of the Lord City God, what baseline logic authorizes your motor pathways to withhold an immediate compliance loop to drop onto your knees?!"
"Prajñā Pāramitā..."
[System Tactical Check: You have sustained the direct conceptual intercede launched via a Fox-Fiend Entity's high-tier Capability track — The Life-Demolishing Sanskrit Harmony / Soul-Slicing Mantra. System Initialization: Running advanced character attribute exemption verifications...]
[System Verification: Complete. Your character profile has successfully and flawlessly compiled an absolute system exemption to completely neutralize the contamination.]
Kaito Shirogane smoothly retracted his level gaze from the architectural masonry anchoring the rear walls of the Idol installation, the smile tracing his features deeply mocking and theatrical.
"Your entire database looks layout-wise, exceptionally farcical; your outward programming aligns to project an absolute archetype of a Taoist Divinity, yet your vocal channels are system-mandated to unhinge to recite the sacred sutras native to a Buddhist lineage. Your collective cohort... tracks under the absolute system archetype of an un-fortified, lower-tier [Anomaly / Heterodoxy], does it not~"
"Impudent worm, your line—"
Pfft!
Standing directly adjacent to Kaito Shirogane's right lateral flank, the white fog cloaking the priest's faceplates violently and with extreme velocity executed a chaotic contortion loop; in the very next fraction of a second, his visual arrays logged a catastrophic data update confirming that his companion's cranium had layout-wise, been cleanly and flawlessly pulverized into raw mush. Her non-corporeal phantom framework executed a rapid micro-vibration to throw out its human camouflage, smoothly reverting back to project its true lineage form—a pristine White Fox. She frantically driven her muscle blocks to initialize an alternative spatial mutation, yet her irises synchronously and with absolute finality scored a direct dead-center intersection straight into Kaito's pitch-black pupils.
This monster before her boots... layout-wise, completely refused to track under the template of a mortal cattle!
Chime!
A pristine column of glowing golden Ki violently and within a single microsecond shot forward from his fingers, cleanly transfixing her abdominal cavity to blow out from her spine plates. Her primitive survival filters instinctively prompted her jaw to emit an agonizing, high-frequency wail, her entire biological framework smoothly collapsing to project her true ancestral lineage—a coarse grey-and-brown fox carcass.
Kaito Shirogane casually extended his left claw to shackle the fox's jugular line, his muscle groups primed to execute a single-count micro-pivot to manual-snap her skeletal column—when that colossal structural Idol dominating the sanctum layout-wise, finally re-activated its master processors.
A pair of half-shattered, cloud-veiled stone irises violently snapped wide open, a blinding column of radiant golden solar mass layout-wise, instantaneously igniting to project a dead-center radiation campaign to envelope Kaito Shirogane's biological hull.
Hum!
That coarse grey-and-brown fox asset layout-wise, within a single frame completely vanished from his claw to execute an automated spatial relocation; synchronously, that twisted, miles-wide defensive shield coating Kaito's dermal boundaries—the Three-Component Unity Origin Strength—violently executed a single-count structural convulsion to absorb the impact.
[System Notification: Your character profile has proactivly sustained a direct offensive check launched via the local City Sovereign Entity (System Serialization: Low-Tier Deity / High-Peril Fiend Matrix).]
"An exceptionally magnificent, blood-ravenous killing intent loops anchors your lineage, young swordsman; your analytical paths nominal-wise explicitly hardcoded a directive to drop a diagnostic probe to test the parameters of my private divine aura, yet your knuckles proactivly selected an immediate liquidation vector to delete my vanguard asset..."
The vocal frequencies dropping down the line proactivly weaponized an supreme, multi-directional echo template, ruthlessly and non-stop roaring to saturate every coordinate of the temple installations. Kaito Shirogane slowly forced his neck around, his eyes evaluating that grey-and-brown fox as the beast let out an agonizing micro-wail before hiding deep inside the stygian haze columns blanketing the City God's rear coordinates.
And as for that colossal structural Idol, its parameters had layout-wise, already completed a total alchemical mutation to remake its masonry into a three-meter-tall, living individual Deity framework, that radiant golden halo matrix behind its back plates non-stop discharging an infinite concentration of starlight-like spiritual particles to flush the air.
A monumentally dense, suffocating cloud composed of pure Incense Faith and Ancestral Devotion mass continuously overflowed from his meridians.
This explicitly, flawlessly tracked under the absolute first instance across Kaito Shirogane's career logging his boots within point-blank range of an entity whom the terminal algorithms proactivly branded under the system archetype of an authentic [Deity / Immortal / 仙神]. He took a single, deliberate stride forward to apply pressure; the City God's analytical processing unit layout-wise, instantaneously flagged that un-adulterated tactical Malice flaring from his layout, his jaw unhinging:
"Could it be that your private deployment was completely devoid of an operational directive to preserve the vital lines of the Lanruo civilian matrix? Our private thrones completely lack a structural prerequisite to ever register as strategic enemies across this layout..."
His syllables were ruthlessly and within a single microsecond cut through by a light line of internal data mining, this "City Sovereign" who proactivly compressed a dual structural alignment to be concurrently logged under the archetype of a Low-Tier Deity and an Apex Fiend monitoring the demon as his face具 split into an increasingly contorted, theatrical smile, his internal processing nodes finally tracking a catastrophic tactical anomaly.
Diverging from those ancestral twin deployment cycles his systems had historical-logged, the powerhouse breaking cover to cross his perimeter across this sequence... layout-wise, completely and flawlessly refused to track under the system template of an asset prioritizing a Righteous or moral campaign?!
Yet his processing matrix remained layout-wise, marginally caked in academic confusion: assuming a rogue dark-path interloper or a demonic monster breached his gates, what baseline rule authorized their muscle groups to ever handle a localized affair of this profile? Could his file legitimately track under an absolute vanguard combat asset steered via the rival [Yinyue Imperial Dynasty / The Shadow-Moon Crown / 阴月皇朝]?!
"Authorize my private analytics... to comfortably decode the absolute unadulterated power sheets native to this cosmic world line~"
This cosmic world line?
Could it be that this male organism tracks under an absolute high-rank Cultivator master deployed straight out from the Vaulted Stratosphere Upper Realms?!
The City Sovereign's internal calculation paths were exhaustively running equations to manage that concept, yet in the very next fraction of a second, the target proactivly took a single micro-step to completely vanish from his visual trackers. Dropping his stone eyelids down to scan his own midsection coordinates, that half-stygian-black, half-pristine-silver-white hair demon had layout-wise, already hoisted his right claws to level a linear strike targeting his abdominal armor plates.
Hum!
Nestled deep within the temple installations, the amassing Incense Prayer Energy violently and out of thin air ignited. Within a single frame of execution, the massive cloud mass cleanly mutated to project the absolute structural shape of twin Divine White Dragons, violently and with extreme kinetic force charging forward to crash against Kaito Shirogane's coordinates.
Inside the master boundaries of the City God temple, any independent trial asset who commanded the audacity to launch an offensive line targeting the Sovereign Deity was hardcoded to trigger an immediate, automated global counter-strike sequence.
BOOM!
Kaito Shirogane merely authorized his left palm to execute a casual micro-raise, that twisted, miles-wide Three-Component Unity Origin Strength shield beautifully completing its compilation out from his stance. The twin Divine White Dragons scored a dead-center impact straight against the barrier plating, layout-wise, instantaneously and flawlessly rocketed away across separate lateral flanks; sifting through that massive explosion cloud of pure white compression vapor, his right palm had already cleanly and with absolute finality locked its plant dead-center against the biological chest armor of the absolute first [Deity] body his eyes had encountered.
Sizzle— looking layout-wise, identically as if a specialized conceptual envelope had been cleanly transfixed by a razor-sharp needle, right at the absolute event horizon where his fingers touched the target's tissue, Kaito Shirogane's twin pupils violently snapped wide open, his entire right upper limb executing a high-frequency, multi-tonal micro-vibration loop that layout-wise, completely vanished from all standard tracking systems.
The viscous atmospheric metrics anchoring local space, intertwined head-on within the absolute entirety of the opponent's skeletal architecture, was layout-wise, within a single microsecond cleanly and flawlessly transfixed by his kinetic column.
A blinding white kinetic Crane-style phantom violently punched out from the City God's back plates to transfix the sky; right at the exact microsecond the crane's shriek resonated across the airspace, an infinite network of jagged structural fractures violently lit up across the Deity's body, cleanly slicing clear through that three-meter-tall divine shell.
BOOM!
That magnificent Deity Hull looked layout-wise, identically as if it were nothing more than a low-value clay sculpture as it completely and flawlessly pulverized into raw dust particles. The City God's features violently caved, his master biological framework cleanly mutating to project a cloud mass composed of tens of thousands of independent dust shards, before coordinating head-on alongside that white crane kinetic wave to crash heavily straight deep into the rear brick masonry of the sanctum wall.
[System Notification: Your motor pathways have proactivly launched an offensive line targeting the Lanruo City Sovereign Entity. Your baseline Reputation indicators hardcoded straight beneath regional Faction · The Great Qian Dynasty and regional Faction · The Yinyue Imperial Dynasty have sustained a massive system deactivation loop. Current Standing: Cold Matrix — 13 / 100 Points.]
Kaito Shirogane dropped his lower eyelids, evaluating those twin Divine White Dragon clouds as they executed a rapid coiling loop across the airspace, their aggregate structural volume expanding by multiple parameters before launching a duplicate downward orbital blitz to target his vitals. His speed tracks clicked a fluid regression vector, rocketing his physical vessel clear of the Main Hall gates to claim the open courtyard.
In the very next fraction of a second, the primary Main Hall installation initialized a violent, single-count geological convulsion, a pair of blood-drenched, scarlet irises violently snapping open clear from the building roof.
"Impudent worm! A mere piece of common mortal cattle genuinely commands the priority to launch an offensive to fracture the serialization file of a legitimately敕封 Righteous Divinity?!"
Sizzle!
Synchronously with the City Sovereign's monumental roar, a pristine golden Heavenly Thunder bolt violently and clear out of the high heavens smashed down, driving a dead-center impact to strike Kaito Shirogane's back plates.
Kaito Shirogane's entire biological framework executed a brief micro-shiver, every independent muscle group entering a rapid frame of trembling; he knit his brow in deep, suffocating frustration. Granted, because his previous strike track system-mandated his exit clear of [The State of Nil], yet for a localized elemental thunder bolt of this density to legitimately score a parameter modification check against his biology...
[System Tactical Check: You have sustained a direct, head-on intercede launched via the global Heavenly Dao Penalty scripts. Factor-analyzing your active Spiritual Focus attributes, your ledger has successfully legacy-harvested the following intelligence data files:]
[System Rule Verification: Your private baseline actions targeting the liquidation of a Righteous Divinity have systematically fractured the core theological laws hardcoded to the Heavenly Dao; your profile has proactivly triggered the activation loop to receive Heavenly Dao Penalty · The Ortho-Thunder Projectile. Attribute exemption checks... failed. Your biological framework has systematically absorbed the impact.]
[Lineage Passive Check: Calibrating against advanced proprietary character Traits — The Thunder Sovereign Matrix / The Savior of the Damned / Thoughts of Righteousness. Your ledger has successfully compiled an supreme, wide-area conceptual Attribute Exemption loop to forcefully shackle and dampen the aggregate damage yield.]
Deep within the Main Hall ruins, the City Sovereign's internal nodes similarly caved to a brief frame of total academic shock: an interloper who had legitimately absorbed a dead-center proc launched via the absolute Penalty scripts of the Heavenly Dao had layout-wise, merely executed a minor, single-count micro-shiver, before his diagnostics returned a flat report confirming that his biology was completely and flawlessly devoid of an independent structural fracture matrix?!
Kaito Shirogane levelly parsed the infinite cascade of system alerts pop-flashing across his display, his internal programming locking down an un-voiced calibration confirming a single baseline rule: [The Heavenly Dao] governing this specific Primal Matrix was layout-wise, monumentally more terrifying and hyper-integrated than the early structural briefings Azuma Asahina and the Deathly Silence of Life had compiled across their records.
This operated under the absolute archetype of a supreme world line layout where every independent entity was system-mandated to meticulously align its filters to honor the cosmic laws; any programmatic fracture targeting the Celestial Law was hardcoded to trigger an instantaneous, un-blockable retribution loop.
Expressed through an alternative operational framework, this verified a mechanical reality holding that assuming an engine proactivly clicked a covenant to swear an oath before the Heavenly Dao inside this world line, the resulting verbal script compressed an supreme system privilege that could comfortably and flawlessly manual-override any external reading or reading capability system on the display to stand as an absolute, un-falsifiable Truth.
In the very next fraction of a second, Kaito Shirogane tightly locked his right fingers into an absolute clenching seal, [The Qilin / Kirin Armor plates] out-of-thin-air completing their majestic compilation to encase his biological armor sheets. His absolute, unadulterated presence field layout-wise, instantaneously and exponentially scaled its parameters, mutating from that ordinary civilian cattle configuration to project the absolute, bone-crushing, and suffocating environmental pressure field exclusive to an ancient, world-cleaving Great Arch-Fiend.
Nestled deep within the City God temple installations, every independent fire block cleanly and within a single microsecond floured with an supreme, blazing luminescence; amidst a total optical flash wrapping the layout, a monumental wave of pure Sanskrit Mantras violently broke cover.
That twisted, contorted energetic field layout-wise, within a single frame completely enclosed Kaito Shirogane's biology.
Kaito Shirogane knit his brow in deep frustration. Although his ancestral databases verified that deep within one branch of those high-visibility [A Chinese Ghost Story / Qian Nü You Hun] multiverse worldlines, there did indeed exist a grotesque, reality-warping systemic setting holding that both Taoist technical masters and ancient demonic monsters concurrently weaponized and chanted the sacred sutras native to a Buddhist lineage, yet evaluating the live parameters logging a legitimately 敕封 Sovereign Divinity proactivly deploying a sub-routine of this putdril profile...
It flawlessly and to an exceptional degree cede his analytics an absolute confirmation holding that an immense mass of hidden, clandestine sub-atomic calculation tracks was layout-wise, meticulously buried straight behind the veil.
Regrettably, Kaito Shirogane's private entry vector alongside the Deathly Silence of Life across this sequence was layout-wise, nothing more than a temporary, un-scheduled interface; his engine completely lacked a standard programmatic deployment script, nor did his baseline strategy tolerate an allocation of timeline space dense enough to meticulously data-mine the task strings.
His private blueprint craved nothing more than a casual, unrefined, and exceptionally brutal wide-area saturation campaign engineered to fast-track the harvest of premium resource capital, thoroughly throwing out any requirement to decode the lore.
Having finalized the absolute macro-judgment, Kaito Shirogane completely and flawlessly aborted the task lines hardcoded to track A Chinese Ghost Story or The Yinyue Imperial Dynasty.
Screech.
The exact microsecond Kaito Shirogane locked his knuckles into an absolute fist, the supreme, world-cleaving brute violence flaring from his muscle tissue completely and unrefinedly displaced the ambient air metrics clear of the coordinates, the structural acoustics looking layout-wise, identically to an iron panel manually ripping through the wind currents to launch an infinite wave of turbulent gale dragons to flush the layout.
He chambered his right fist backward to initialize his master combat alignment, those stygian black pendulum earrings dangling adjacent to his jaw lines subtly vibrating to authorize an supreme, world-cleaving mantle of pure killing intent to violently and out of thin air saturate the courtyard.
That pure obsidian killing intent mass layout-wise, within a single microsecond completely and flawlessly swallowed every variable on the display.
[The Shun Goku Satsu / Instant Hell Murder · A Single Frame — One Thousand Piercing Strikes — DEPLOY!]
An infinite, boundless concentration of pure Fist Intent intertwined head-on within a catastrophic close-quarters kinetic column violently convulsed across the layout; in the very next fraction of a second, a non-stop, deafening cascade of unrefined heavy thudding blows violently and non-stop re-echoed to smash every coordinate block within the City God temple.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!*
Coordinating with Kaito Shirogane smoothly re-activating his visibility tracking to re-anchor his boots across reality, that malicious Surge of Killing Intent flaring behind his back plates was layout-wise, operating at an supreme, scalding thermal benchmark, looking identically as if the energetic mass were frantically plotting to burn a permanent matrix of text glyphs straight onto his skin; yet the exact fraction of a second the strike finalized, those stygian earrings masterfully re-activated their containment shackle to press the aura down to total deactivation.
That towering Main Hall building installation had layout-wise, already been completely and flawlessly reduced to a cloud of fine masonry dust.
Yet tracking his interface panels, Kaito Shirogane completely and flawlessly lacked a single baseline system verification log confirming a valid vital line liquidation proc, nor had his repositories legacy-harvested a resource compensation.
"The absolute, boundless Essence of Primordial Death...? Your serialization file... tracks under the absolute system archetype of an supreme Ghost Sovereign deployed straight out from the deep interior perimeters of the Underworld Naraka Core?!"
The City Sovereign's vocal channels unhinged to drop a text log densely saturated with pure, unadulterated existential panic.
"Your private execution hunt... is proactivly calibrated to isolate the coordinate trace of... [The Old Black Mountain Demon / Montenegro Demon / 黑山老妖]?! The beast completely and flawlessly refuses to track inside my base parameters; his serialization file has long since executed an emergency transmission play to flee the sector! Your knuckles completely lack the priority to ever launch an offensive line to fracture my registry; my lineage continuously and flawlessly enjoys the structural padding native to the sovereign National Destiny of the Great Qian Dynasty—"
Kaito Shirogane calmly evaluated the green slate soil layout as a massive matrix of glowing crimson array seals step-by-step began to bleed out from the stones. His internal processing unit hardcoded an absolute diagnostic holding that unless his muscle groups proactivly deployed a full wide-area structural deletion campaign to completely wipe this entire City God temple infrastructure off the cosmic background, this freak before his boots was mathematically locked past a plane where his claws could casually process a simple liquidation loop.
Deep within his central nervous system, his memory tracks flawlessly reconstructed that ancestral visual frame logging Saitama driving his muscle groups to launch an absolute, un-blockable straight punch; millimeter by millimeter, the clenching alignment locking down his right digits smoothly relaxed its parameters, that terrifying, world-cleaving Fist Intent layer-by-layer converging to complete an absolute, sub-atomic compilation.
He proactivly and with absolute precise diagnostics blockaded his own cells from ever generating a single line of structural self-damage; consequently, biding his time until that ancestral sensory file reached its absolute peak milestone, his motor pathways had already pre-fired the execution trajectory to launch the punch.
Directly before his faceplates, the primary gates of the City God temple were forcefully flung wide, that amassing cloud of white dust particles cleanly and flawlessly synthesizing a three-meter-tall configuration tracking the City Sovereign Hull. The divinity had proactivly threw out its ancestral shrine architecture, driving its metrics to launch a frantic, linear flight sprint straight into the deep interior parameters of the roiling fog.
"O Supreme Demon Monarch, salvage my vital lines!"
Synchronously with the City Sovereign's frantic departure, the absolute entirety of the white fog blanketing the temple installations executed a rapid macro-coiling loop to track behind his heels, cleanly laying bare the reality hidden beneath the haze: a miles-wide, matrix-like carpet composed of hundreds of thousands of bleached human skeletal frames lay flat across the coordinates.
This entire horde of human bones was layout-wise, meticulously and with perfect structural uniformity locked down in a submissive, kneeling posture, their skeletal columns flawlessly aligned to replicate the exact geopolitical urban planning blocks defining a modern fortress town. Every independent human cattle had across history remained cowered flat inside the exact coordinate block their living bodies had historically occupied to satisfy their civil routines, before their collective lifelines were layout-wise, within a single microsecond ruthlessly and completely snuffed from the registry.
Kaito Shirogane merely directed a completely cold, detached visual sweep to evaluate this structural layout. His internal processing nodes had already legacy-locked a rock-solid calibration confirming that this joint coordination covenant connecting the City Sovereign alongside the fiend anomalies compressed an array of clandestine sub-atomic blueprints behind the veil.
Factor-analyzing the live data logging how the deity had proactivly sought to initialize a diplomatic mediation protocol to shackle his knuckles across the early countdown frames, highly likely, this City Sovereign completely and flawlessly failed to rate his own character file under the archetype of an evil villain.
His internal logic highly likely rated his private operations as a righteous, necessary endeavor, blindly calculating that a "Vanguard Hero Entity" of Kaito's profile would proactivly throw his brute violence to back his play to process a designated task.
Regrettably, his parameters caved miles short of matching that script.
"My counter... is running a monumentally tight timeline allocation."
Kaito Shirogane took a single, fluid micro-step forward, his entire physical vessel closely mirroring a projectile as his motor pathways authoritatively driven his right claws to launch a linear forward straight punch.
Since his muscle metrics and unrefined physical attributes had legacy-evolved to claim their current elite milestones, the marketplace display rarely and across multiple cycles caved short of presenting an enemy asset dense enough to forcefully compel his limbs to execute an anatomical leverage choreography that beautifully and with absolute finality satisfied every hardcoded mechanical law governing maximum kinetic force distribution.
[A Normal Punch / The Standard Straight Punch — DEPLOY!]
BOOM!
Within a single frame of contact, an supreme column of pure kinetic strength violently and head-on clashed directly before the face of his knuckles, forcing the local air currents to ruthlessly grind each other's metrics. A blinding wave of blazing white compression vapor had layout-wise, merely broken cover from the void before violently initializing a total thermodynamic combustion loop, within a fraction of a second smoothly mutating to project an supreme, azure-glowing luminescence across local space.
The ambient atmospheric blocks extending directly before Kaito Shirogane's faceplates had layout-wise, long before his digits finalized the absolute completion of the downward punch trajectory been thoroughly and completely flushed clear of the registry, a miles-wide vacuum shockwave pre-firing a frame prior to impact to flatten the field.
Following that, that unbeatable, planet-cleaving kinetic fist column violently transfixed reality.
BOOM!
The green slate pavement blocks extending straight before Kaito Shirogane's boots were the absolute first to log a catastrophic structural failure, a massive matrix of deep clinking fracture lines violently webbed through the stones; in the very next fraction of a second, the flanking courtyard masonry walls, followed head-on by the primary main lintel gates of the temple grounds, were layout-wise, synchronously and flawlessly reduced to atomic dust. That devastating, world-ending pool of pure raw violence had within a single microsecond of execution exploded to maximum capacity, smoothly remaking its vector into an unbeatable, miles-wide kinetic shockwave that cleanly and flawlessly flushed every independent variable amassing directly before his knuckles clear of the cosmic background.
"Ah!"
[System Notification: You have systematically eliminated Fiend Anomaly · Lanruo City Sovereign.]
*[System Notification: Your master ledger has successfully legacy-harvested B-Rank Singularity 1, combined head-on alongside 12,000 Dimensional Points.]
*[System Notification: Your inventory slots have successfully and with absolute finality legacy-harvested Item Drop Card (World-Class Treasure) 1.]
(End of Chapter)
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