Noah relaxed his gaze toward Galand.
Darkness had already enveloped him completely.
It wasn't hostile.
It wasn't.
On the contrary, it was… natural.
As if it had always belonged to him.
Even though it originated from the Demon Clan, that Power of Darkness seemed to accept his will, allowing itself to be shaped and controlled without any resistance.
'I can't believe this power actually does this…' His eyes followed the way the darkness moved around his arm, obeying his thoughts before he could even fully form them. 'This is one hell of a trap.'
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Then, he raised his arm.
The darkness responded immediately.
It condensed, stretched… and took form.
A long blade, made of pure darkness — as dense as steel and as terrifying as an abyss.
"Well…" Noah tilted his head slightly. "You're going to make very good use of this magical power."
He moved.
His arm cut through the air in a swift, clean upward motion.
"Hmm?"
Slash!
A slash of darkness tore through the sky.
It wasn't just a physical attack.
It was as if space itself had been split by a black line advancing at absurd speed.
And in its path was: Galand.
He didn't even have time to react, as the cut passed straight through him.
Galand's body split in half seconds later.
"Oops…" Noah blinked, watching the two halves begin to fall. "Did he die?"
Suddenly, the darkness surrounding Galand's body began to move.
It escaped from within him, expanding like living tendrils.
It rejoined, the pieces being pulled back together, reconnecting as if they had never been separated.
The flesh fused back together.
And Galand—
Was standing once again.
His eyes were fixed on Noah.
And this time—
There was no arrogance.
Only… pure release.
"Bastard…"
Noah let out a short, slightly awkward laugh.
"Ah… so you didn't die."
But Galand didn't respond.
Instead, he acted.
The ground beneath his feet exploded as he launched himself toward Noah with brutal speed.
In the very next instant, the darkness around Noah reacted.
Noah shifted his hand and threw a punch at Galand.
The impact was absurd.
The mass of darkness amplified the motion, smashing Galand into the ground with enough force to drive him deep into it, creating a crater around the point of impact.
The sound echoed across the battlefield.
"Damn…" Noah looked at his own hand.
His expression filled with surprise.
"This is easier to control than I thought…" He opened and closed his fingers, watching the darkness respond instantly.
"It just takes imagining it, and it shapes itself… I thought it'd be harder." His voice came out casually.
Almost like someone testing a new toy.
But then, he stopped.
His senses expanded once more.
And this time—
Noah shifted his gaze.
Zenon.
Aranak.
Two other presences had already repositioned themselves, slowly surrounding him.
"Oh?" He raised one hand, as if greeting them. "Good afternoon, gentlemen demons, I suppose—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
His body moved instinctively.
Noah tilted his head slightly to the side—
And a black spike grazed past where his face had been just an instant before.
Almost simultaneously—
Another attack followed.
A kind of black web, launched by Aranak.
However, Noah's darkness had already reacted.
It expanded instantly, forming a solid barrier that intercepted the attack with ease.
The impact echoed.
But Noah didn't move.
"Uff…" He lightly shook his head, as if genuinely disappointed.
His eyes gleamed.
For a brief instant—
Silver overtook his irises.
But then—
It returned to normal.
"…Again." He brought a hand to his face, slightly frowning. "What a rebellious magical power…"
Noah slowly moved his hand to the left, while keeping the other pressed downward.
The mass of darkness under his command continued to crush Galand against the ground, keeping the Commandment pinned inside the crater, unable to rise even for a single moment.
The pressure increased with every second.
As if gravity itself were being manipulated there.
Meanwhile—
In front of Noah, the air began to vibrate.
Darkness condensed.
Small at first.
But in the span of an instant, it took shape.
A long, refined spike — completely silver — appeared before him, floating like a weapon created out of nothing.
Without hesitation, Noah slightly moved his fingers.
And the spike fired.
The sound of the air being torn apart echoed across the battlefield.
Zeno barely had time to react.
His eyes widened the moment he experienced the attack's absurd speed.
'This is—'
THRACK!
The spike pierced through his body.
The tip tore through his abdomen and exited through his back, carrying with it an internal burst of energy.
Zeno spat blood instantly.
His eyes trembled.
Inside his body, three of his seven hearts were destroyed in a single strike.
The pain came along with something worse.
As if his very energy was being drained.
His body lost strength, and his knees gave out.
'There's no…'
But Noah didn't stop.
He didn't even look directly at him.
At the same time, he slightly turned his head toward Aranak.
And simply, spat.
"?"
The gesture was so simple that, for a moment, it felt completely out of place.
But what came out of his mouth was not ordinary.
It was a silver substance that expanded in the air instantly, revealing itself as a long, viscous web, advancing at surprising speed.
Aranak tried to recover, but it was already too late.
The web stretched out and then snapped shut around him with force and brutality.
It completely wrapped around his body, tightening like a living trap, binding his arms, his legs… crushing any possibility of movement.
"GH—!"
The pressure increased with every second.
Leaving no room even to breathe.
'…This is…'
Both Zeno and Aranak pieced it together.
They were ancient demons — experienced.
Zeno, kneeling and coughing up blood.
Aranak, trapped and being crushed by the web.
They raised their eyes.
And looked at Noah.
He stood there, watching them as if analyzing the results of his own experiment.
The realization came to both of them at the same time.
'…It's his magical power!'
That was nothing they had ever known.
It was something that made their very hearts tremble.
Noah tilted his head slightly, observing their condition.
"Hmm…" His eyes analyzed them. "So that's how it works…"
Boom!
The air around Noah compressed violently, as if something colossal had just descended upon him. A massive shadow covered his body, swallowing the surrounding light. Without hurry, he raised his gaze, his silver eyes reflecting the figure above.
It was Galand.
But not the same as before.
His body had expanded, his armor larger and more spiked, as if made from a living mass of compressed darkness. The demonic energy around him pulsed in chaotic waves, distorting space and crushing the surroundings with sheer pressure. This wasn't just brute strength — it was the peak of his form.
This was his magical power, Critical Over.
Even so, Noah showed no sign of alarm.
"Ah… hello." His voice came out casual, almost bored, as if greeting someone who had arrived late.
Then, he moved his hands.
A simple, almost careless gesture.
But it had a result.
Above them, space began to vibrate. Small points of silver light appeared — at first a few… then dozens… until they became hundreds. In a matter of seconds, the entire sky was filled with silver spikes, all pointed downward like a rain of blades about to fall.
Noah tilted his head slightly, analyzing his own creation for a moment.
"And goodbye."
His hand dropped.
The spikes fell in a brutal barrage, tearing through the air with a sharp, cutting sound. The speed was absurd, nearly impossible to follow. There was no room for defense, no time to react.
"ARGH!!"
Galand's roar echoed across the battlefield as the spikes struck him one after another. They pierced his armor as if it were paper, puncturing his body in multiple points, embedding deep into his flesh.
Even so… he did not fall immediately.
The demonic aura still burned around him.
"This is nothing—!" But the sentence died halfway through.
His body froze.
"Hm?!"
Something was wrong.
His strength began to disappear.
Abruptly.
Boom!
Galand dropped to his knees.
The impact kicked up dust around him.
His breathing grew heavy, irregular. The demonic aura that had once dominated the surroundings was now unstable, flickering, retracting like a flame about to go out.
"What…?" His voice came out confused, almost hoarse.
His body felt… heavy, exhausted, and weak. Under these conditions, his power plummeted, being forced back to its base level in a brutal collapse.
27,000.
An absurd drop for someone who, seconds ago, had seemed invincible.
His eyes stared at his own hands, as if he no longer recognized his own body.
That's when—
"…Galand." Zeno's voice echoed, firm despite his condition.
He was still on his knees, blood running from his lips as his body slowly regenerated from the wound using darkness. Even so, his eyes remained fixed on Noah — sharp, analytical.
"It's his magical power." He took a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts. "Plague Spike."
The name echoed with weight.
Noah heard it, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Plague Spike is a power that creates spikes from the Power of Darkness, each carrying specific effects." Zeno clenched his fist slightly, his expression hardening.
"Fatigue. Weakness. Diseases. Infections…" His eyes narrowed. "You were hit by them."
Galand remained silent, still trying to comprehend what had happened to his own body, feeling the effects corroding his strength from the inside out.
"Yes…" Aranak's voice followed, muffled by the pressure of the silver web still binding him completely. "…And he has my magical power as well."
Their eyes were fixed on Noah, without a trace of doubt.
The conclusion was inevitable.
At the center of that разрушed battlefield, Noah remained still. The aura around his body pulsed slowly, alternating between silver and black.
His eyes gleamed for a brief moment.
"I see…" he murmured, more to himself than to the others.
Aranak and Zeno's current state confirmed what Noah had still been reluctant to accept. There was no longer any room for doubt — not after seeing, with his own eyes, the direct result of his actions. I mean… he truly couldn't believe that his own magical power was something this absurd. It didn't make sense. It wasn't natural. It was as if the rules simply didn't apply to him.
The God（全能）.
A rare… and extremely peculiar magical power.
It didn't function like any other ability. It wasn't just brute strength or a specific technique. It allowed Noah to observe an ability or magical power in action, understand its structure, its essence… and then, in some incomprehensible way, imprint it into his own existence.
Once imprinted, the ability ceased to be something external.
It became a natural part of him.
Like breathing.
And the most absurd part of all… was that the powers acquired through The God did not remain the same. They adapted immediately to Noah, adjusting to his very existence, his energy, his understanding.
And from that moment on—
That ability would simply no longer be capable of defeating him.
It was a cheat.
A complete break of the rules.
An absurd violation of everything that should be possible.
Zoom!
A chill ran through Noah's body.
Instinctively, his eyes slowly lifted toward the sky.
And then he saw it.
There, standing high above, was a black-haired boy. His presence was overwhelming, even from a distance. On his forehead, a demonic mark pulsed — alive, as if it were an entity of its own.
He wore a crimson outfit, adorned with several white insignias across the fabric. The open collar exposed his chest, while his hands were protected by silver gauntlets. At his waist, his sword rested.
And on his back—
Wings of darkness.
They were undeniably imposing and striking, but none of that was more striking than his gaze.
That gaze made everything clear.
He wasn't there to talk.
He wasn't there to negotiate.
And he definitely… had no intention of letting Noah leave alive.
The air around them grew heavier.
The pressure increased.
Even the Commandments remained silent.
Because they knew exactly who had arrived.
Noah observed the figure for a few seconds.
Then, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"The executioner has arrived." His voice was calm, confident, and almost amused.
At that very moment—
A mark began to form on his own forehead.
It appeared slowly, the lines twisting, adjusting… until they became identical to the mark of the boy in the sky.
They were perfectly the same, without any difference.
The aura around Noah fluctuated once more.
High above, the figure remained still.
Observing. Judging.
Ready to kill all those who defied his king and… father.
That was no ordinary demon, nor just another Commandment.
He was the direct representative of the supreme power of the demons.
The right hand of the Demon King himself — and his son.
Zeldris.
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Hey~, Monarch here. I've been thinking about writing a One Piece story, what do you think?