In the journey back to the Sixth World, silence enveloped the royal carriage, broken only by the sound of Rymus's breathing, which had become heavier and sharper. Mythos cast a frank reproachful look at Rymus and asked him why he ignored Arlyn as she fell. Rymus looked at him with an unfamiliar coldness and said, "There is no reason for that. She fell and then got up; nothing important. The important thing is that I finally attained what I deserve. I can't believe I reached this level so quickly."
Lena tried to ease the atmosphere, placing her hand on his forehead to check his temperature in case the power had given him a fever, but it was completely normal. Rymus pulled her to him with excessive force and said with a strange smile, "Don't worry about me, my dear. I am fine. How I adore this fear of yours!" Mythos whispered to Wang, "What is wrong with this fool? Why is he acting like a stranger to us?"
Arlyn answered in a tired, hoarse voice, "This is natural. With the possession of the Rulers' destructive power, the Ruler's ferocity and indifference to many things increase. Power changes the essence." Mythos objected, saying, "But we possess the Rulers' Reizo and we don't act like this!" Wang explained with his usual dignity, "It is different. This state exclusively afflicts Destruction Rulers to maintain their destructive focus, whereas Arlyn was an exception because she refined herself for millions of years to show her natural feelings." Mythos muttered, "Thank goodness I never became a Ruler at all."
Upon their arrival, Rymus rudely rejected Arlyn's request for Wang to take her to her new planet, under the pretext that he needed Wang to guide him in his new duties. This forced Mythos to take over the mission and fly away with her. As soon as they left, Rymus ordered Wang to change the name of the main planet from "Arlyn" to "Rymus." Wang executed the order without discussion, which provoked Lena, who asked him, "Do you really agree with everything he asks?" Wang replied coldly, "I do not disobey my master, whatever his orders are. This is my destiny as an assistant." Rymus laughed madly and said to Lena, "Roam and frolic, for this whole world has become yours, nay, the entire Sixth World! Finally, I have reclaimed what my people lost." Then he left with Wang to drown in task maps, leaving Lena alone to wonder bitterly, "What has become of my husband?"
In the Zero World, the meeting was at the height of its enthusiasm. The Senshu laughed as they watched the news of the new Celestial Ruler. The Red Eye (Senshu 2) said maliciously, "Since Arlyn has lost her power, why don't we settle accounts with her now?" Dazai replied strictly, "No, Arlyn is a treasure trove of information about Karma. We will lure her at the appropriate time. In our world, power is not just with the sword, but in seizing opportunities."
Dazai decided to head to the Zero World, accompanied by the Red Eye and the Yellow Eye (Senshu 3), leaving Isola and the others to manage things. Isola said as she bid farewell to her brother, "The Black Eye is on a long mission, and you might hear about his results while you are there," while she left with the Purple Eye on a mysterious "deer hunting" trip.
Far away in the countryside of an unknown planet, the Black Eye was watching his first target, the smuggler Cyclops. The Black Eye emerged from the shadows amidst the monitoring of "Esoria" cameras broadcasting the event live to the entire Zero World. The smuggler turned and said arrogantly, "Are you after the bounty on my head?" The Black Eye did not utter a single word.
The smuggler detonated a massive energy that wiped the village off the face of the earth and laughed proudly, "Damn it, I vaporized the goods I was going to sell!" But he froze in place when the smoke cleared to see the Black Eye standing without a single scratch. The smuggler screamed madly and unleashed all his energy to the extent that the planet completely exploded and turned into wreckage in space.
The smuggler stood panting in the void, thinking he had triumphed, only to be surprised by the Black Eye's voice whispering directly behind his ear, "You are not weak... but I am simply stronger." And with a tiny touch from his palm, he vaporized the smuggler's body and turned him into ashes scattered by the cosmic winds.
Silence and astonishment prevailed in the Zero World as they watched the murder of one of the most dangerous criminals in the blink of an eye. The camera suddenly switched to the face of **Isola**, who publicly announced, "O people, from today the sun of darkness will rise! You will see who fights in the name of justice for the weak and destruction for the strong... Farewell to the age of patience, for from today the Black Eye will protect you from oppression and end your suffering forever!"
Silence reigned over the royal throne room in Karma's palace, save for the buzzing of the cosmic screens that were broadcasting Isola's speech as she announced the birth of a new bloody legend. Karma was watching the broadcast with half-closed eyes, one leg crossed over the other, while his fingers tapped rhythmically and boringly on the armrest of his golden throne.
Karma turned toward the Master, a tone of suspicion mixed with haughtiness in his voice: "It is strange for Isola to publicize one of her followers in such a blatant manner... That snake gives no one the light unless she intends to use him as bait or completely burn his features. Does she want to eliminate him, or is she beginning to lose her mind?"
The Master replied with a respectful bow, his eyes fixed on the broadcast data: "Master, if she intends fame, she has already succeeded... The name is now echoing in the corridors of the Ten Worlds like the whisper of death. Do you order the activation of the automatic bounty system to evaluate him? Or shall we wait to see his upcoming actions?"
Karma sighed in annoyance, gesturing with his hand in the air as if shooing away an annoying fly: "Of course, activate the system... Everyone breathing the air of the Zero World is a criminal by nature, and there is no room for leniency in my dictionary. I want to know the price of his head before tomorrow's sun rises."
The Master bowed until his head almost touched the floor, then his body dissolved in the air like smoke to appear in the "Existential Archive Room." He stood before a huge crystal ball pulsing with a faint blue light, holding within it energetic records of every creature that ever existed in existence. The Master touched the surface of the ball, and a complex network of data and timelines surrounding the place erupted, then the image of the "Black Eye" appeared.
Initially, the number flashed on the screen: **60 trillion**.
The Master was surprised, furrowing his brow as he read the reasons: "Killing an international wanted criminal... protecting a rural village... The record is completely clean? This is impossible!" The bounty only rose due to his affiliation with the "Ghostoria" organization, which caused the total value to jump to **80 trillion**.
The Master returned to Karma, confusion evident on his face: "Master... there is something suspicious... This person's existential record was clean as a mirror before joining the organization... He didn't commit a single crime worth mentioning."
Karma rose from his throne with sudden lightness, approaching the record held by the Master, a strange gleam shining in his eyes: "Give me this record... You don't know how to read between the lines, Master."
Karma pressed his thumb on the "Hidden Deeds" icon in the record. Suddenly... the screen exploded with blood-red data as if it were a bloody hemorrhage. The bounty began to jump crazily: 100 trillion... 1 quadrillion... 50 quadrillion... until it settled with a shock at **200 quadrillion**.
The Master's eyes widened in astonishment that almost made him lose his balance: "How? Where did all these atrocities come from?"
Karma replied in a deep tone, contemplating the record coldly: "The existential record does not err... It calculates intentions, results, and indirect destruction with absolute precision. This person has committed acts that make the most hardened criminals look like children, and strangely, he did it in very close timeframes and with surgical precision. He is not a novice criminal as we thought."
The Master commented in a shaky voice: "He is a mentally deranged person then... No normal human being can carry all this darkness in his record within a short time."
Karma threw the file on the table with feigned indifference: "Deranged or a hero... It doesn't matter... Ignore his matter for now, for the Zero World is full of such filth."
A few days later, the cosmic printing presses were working at full speed, distributing "Wanted" posters in every alley and tavern in the Ten Worlds.
In a dark corner of the "Zero World," the **Black Eye** stood before a dilapidated wall. He stretched out his gloved hand and touched the poster bearing his masked image, beneath which was the staggering figure: **200 quadrillion**.
He felt the eyes around him tracking him, whispers of fear, trembling hands, and the smell of terror emanating from the place's patrons. He didn't utter a single syllable, but instead turned with the cold-bloodedness of an assassin and left the place like a shadow without a shadow.
In the fortified castle, **Isola** sat at her table, sipping her wine and contemplating the poster with eyes filled with infatuation and triumph: "Finally... your star has begun to shine in the sky of fear... O 'miserable, beautiful Black'."
Her contemplation was interrupted by an encrypted call from the "Black Eye," his voice coming like the hiss of vipers: "Are you the one who did this? Are you the reason for this headache?"
Isola laughed a booming laugh that filled the hall: "Calm down... everything is going according to plan... Now only can I say to you: Welcome officially to the world of absolute freedom, where your name alone is enough to bring kings to their knees!"
The Black Eye was silent for a moment before asking, "Where is my next destination?"
Isola adjusted her posture and said with extreme coldness, "Kill that whore... 'The thief who claims justice.' Don't worry, she doesn't have the physical strength that you possess, but she has toxic economic claws that move the world... Ending her will take you only seconds."
The Black Eye replied before hanging up the phone with a coldness that gave Isola goosebumps: "And when have I ever feared a strong person for you to worry about a weak one on my behalf?"
He then took off like a black arrow, piercing the rainy planet's clouds, heading towards the "World's Treasury" to achieve the second part of the prophecy of blood scripted by Isola.
The throne room in the First World had turned into something resembling a garden of silk and white lace; wedding dresses of every style and fabric, woven with threads of light and pearls, scattered in every corner as if clouds had descended from the sky. Amidst this aesthetic hustle and bustle, **Clarice** stood before a giant mirror, holding the edge of a dress and dropping it to catch another, her eyes gleaming with a luster bordering on obsession.
The massive doors opened violently, and **Nahira** entered, barely believing what she saw. She stopped in the middle of the hall, looking at the gowns that covered the judgment seats and the royal carpet, then shouted in a voice that shook the corners of the place: "What is this madness, Clarice? Have you turned my throne room into a sewing workshop?!"
Clarice turned with eerie calmness, lifting a dress studded with small rubies, and said in a voice as soft as silk: "Sister, tell me honestly... Which of these dresses will make **Arius** freeze from my beauty? He promised me three years ago that he would return at this time for us to get married... And the time is approaching, I want to be perfect for him."
Nahira advanced toward her with sharp steps, the sound of her heel striking the marble harshly: "Do you really still live in this illusion? Arius fooled you, you fool! Three years have passed, three years of complete silence, we haven't heard news of him, and he hasn't even sent a signal. He no longer wants you, perhaps he never wanted you!"
Clarice's features hardened, and she pressed her fingers onto the dress she was carrying until her nails dug into its fabric: "He promised me... and promises between us are sacred. We are fiancés bound by an unbreakable tie; he is mine... and he will never dare to leave me, he loves me in his own way."
Nahira approached closer, whispering in her ear in a poisoned tone: "And what if he is laughing at you somewhere right now? What if he chose another woman and decided to forget your existence entirely?"
Suddenly, Clarice's aura changed. A heavy silence prevailed in the hall, then the sound of tearing precious fabric under her grip was heard. She said with deadly coldness and her eyes fixed on empty space: "If what you say is true... if he dares to betray my wait... then I will kill him with these very hands. I will not spare him, and I will not allow him to remain alive to belong to someone else."
Nahira's eyes gleamed with malice, and she thought to herself: *«This is what is required... Turn your love into a blade that rips him apart.»* Then she changed her tone to become more affectionate and cunning, placing her hand on her sister's shoulder: "Dear Clarice, I appreciate your loyalty, and the date he set is indeed approaching... but listen to me well; if he does not appear on that day, you must be strong and fulfill your vow. There is no woman in the Ten Worlds who is insulted and whose waiting is left for years without punishment. The traitor deserves death, for by killing him you guarantee that his ownership remains yours forever, and no other woman will touch him in this existence... Death is the eternal bond from which he cannot escape."
Clarice pondered her sister's words deeply, as if the idea of "possession through murder" had found a stable home in her dark mind. She breathed deeply and said: "One month left... Just one month. If he doesn't knock on my door during it, I will go out to hunt him wherever he is, and ensure he stays under my soil forever."
Clarice turned around and left the hall with cold, mechanical steps. Nahira remained alone amidst the mounds of white gowns, a malicious victory smile curving on her lips. She picked up the edge of one of the dresses, contemplated it for a long time, as if for a moment she remembered something of her forgotten femininity, but she quickly snapped out of it and said with disgust: "Disgusting... trivial emotions."
Then she turned to the silent guards and said strictly: "Drag all this filth outside and burn it... I don't want to see the color white in my hall again!"
In the depths of the "Zero World," where ancient planets whose civilizations eroded and left their skeletal structures as witnesses to past glory, the massive building inhabited by **Isabelle** rose like a solitary skyscraper defying the silence of space. The **Black Eye** did not use doors; rather, like a shadow, he pierced the upper office window with terrifying smoothness, to find himself face-to-face with the woman who shakes the economy of universes.
Isabelle sat behind her ivory desk, immersed in piles of applications and digital files. She did not raise her head, continuing to write while saying in a calm voice filled with arrogance: "I expected a visit soon, but I didn't know that 'Death' would wear a black mask this time."
The Black Eye stood like a marble statue, his voice emerging like the hiss of winds in a deserted alley: "I am here for the reason you well realize, and my stay will not be long."
Isabelle finally stopped writing, leaning her back against her luxurious chair and smiling sarcastically: "I can't believe it... This is the eighty-ninth assassination attempt on me this month. Everyone wants my head, so do you want to negotiate instead of wasting your time on killing?"
He answered coldly: "Yes."
She gestured for him to sit, and he sat before her with eerie calmness. She said, contemplating his mask: "You are from 'Ghostoria', aren't you? I've heard a lot about your organization recently."
The Black Eye replied in a tone carrying disdain for the praise: "We are known here; I can't believe you realize that only now."
Isabelle gave a short laugh: "It seems you realize the value of your organization, but it's good that I was proactive and contacted **Dazai** moments before your arrival."
The Black Eye's body stiffened beneath his black garments when the name was uttered: "Dazai?"
She pointed her finger toward the telephone receiver placed on the table: "Yes... Go ahead, he is waiting for you on the other end."
The Black Eye slowly picked up the receiver, and Dazai's poised and deep voice came to him—a voice carrying undisputed authority: "Fall back, Black Eye... Beware of approaching Miss Isabelle. I have just signed an agreement with her that satisfies our ambitions. I am now on my way toward the borders of the Ten Worlds; leave everything and follow me immediately."
The Black Eye lowered the receiver, placing it on the table with dignity. He rose silently in preparation to leave, whereupon Isabelle said in a victorious tone: "This was a test, my little one, and you passed it with flying colors. Had you killed me now, Dazai would have known that your absolute loyalty is to his sister Isola, who sent you. But by listening to his direct order and ignoring her orders, Dazai knows you are his primary 'man', regardless of any other orders."
The Black Eye stopped at the window, asking without turning back: "So, the President knew everything from the beginning?"
She replied, returning to her files: "Yes, and I am fundamentally on your side, but Isola wants to get rid of me to appoint someone who suits her personal mood... I don't blame her; she is a snake looking for a comfortable burrow."
Suddenly, the Black Eye vanished from the office as if he had never existed, leaving behind the silence of the room and papers scattered by his sudden movement.
Moments after spatial teleportation defying the laws of physics, the Black Eye suddenly appeared before Dazai, the second Senshu (Red Eye), and the third Senshu (Yellow Eye) in open space.
The Yellow Eye exclaimed in astonishment seeing the sudden appearance: "I always forget that you possess this terrifying teleportation ability! You caught up to us in seconds while our journey took days!"
Dazai looked with a satisfied smile toward his masked companion: "Good... You arrived at the right time."
The Black Eye said briefly: "I will transport you now, to shorten the distances."
Dazai nodded in agreement, and in a single flash, the four disappeared to find themselves at the outskirts of the "Zero World," where the borders of the "Ten Worlds" begin to appear as a glowing and majestic horizon. Dazai said, breathing the air of that region: "We will rest here tonight, and cross the borders tomorrow."
The four camped in that desolate region. Dazai sat beside the Black Eye, both contemplating the "Boundary Nebula" separating their dark world from the rest of existence—a nebula glittering with purple and golden colors like a wound in the fabric of the cosmos.
Dazai said in a low, sincere voice: "I always trust you, my friend, and I know that you put the organization's interest and mine above all else."
The Black Eye looked at him from behind the blackness of his mask, asking quietly: "Did I ever let you down?"
Dazai replied, placing his hand on his shoulder: "No, you proved to me today that you are on my side... Your immediate response to me and ignoring what my sister Isola requested is new proof, exactly as you did in many previous situations."
The Black Eye lowered his head slightly, saying in a tone carrying rare gratitude: "No, rather I am the one indebted to you... You are the one who snatched me when I was in my worst states, and without you, I wouldn't be alive or standing here today."
Dazai gave a light laugh, though it carried the bitterness of longing and responsibility: "You know? You are the only one in this existence whom I dare to be frank with like this. I truly hope we always remain like this together... my friend."
The Black Eye looked toward the distant horizon, toward the worlds they would burn tomorrow, and said in a voice resembling a pledge: "And I hope for that too."
After hours of rest mixed with caution at the outskirts of existence, the four stood before the "Border Gate"—that massive space-time barrier separating the chaos of the Zero World from the order of the Ten Worlds. The barrier looked like a wall of dense energy that could not be penetrated.
Dazai said, examining the wall: "Well, we need to focus immense energy to open a simple fissure we can cross before the barrier rebounds and crushes us."
The **Black Eye** stepped forward with confident steps and said with his usual coldness: "I will handle it."
He placed his palms on the wall, and with a fluid movement plunged his fingers into the energy fabric, then slowly began pushing his hands apart. A cosmic tearing sound was heard as if the fabric of reality was being split in two, and a wide gap opened wide enough for an entire army to pass through. The Red Eye stood stunned and said: "Unbelievable! Even I can only open a fissure enough for our transition for mere seconds, but he opened it as if he were opening a curtain!"
Dazai laughed victoriously as he passed through the gap: "It's truly good that I asked for your coming, my companion!"
The four crossed the nebula, flying inside the energetic tunnel at unimaginable speed, while the nebula closed behind them like a giant hand trying to snatch them. As soon as they emerged into the borders of the Ten Worlds, a light and sound alarm shook the corners of existence. Moments later, armors of millions of soldiers belonging to Karma appeared, surrounding the area like bees.
The Red Eye braced himself and said enthusiastically: "Leave these to me, I've missed some genocide." He stepped forward a few steps, and with a single clap of his hand, unleashed a white destructive wave that vaporized every soldier in the place and turned them into dust in seconds. The four took advantage of this gap and moved away from the border area at lightning speed.
In Karma's palace, the king jumped from his seat when he saw the reports. He said angrily: "Another breach? Who are these fugitives?"
The Master showed him the screen while trembling: "Master... It is Dazai... Dazai himself is inside your worlds!"
Karma's features froze, then he said in a voice dripping with poison: "What does this scoundrel want? An order to every creature serving me... Search for him, bring him to me alive along with whoever is with him, I want to crush his pride with my hands."
In a small asteroid far from prying eyes, the four stopped. Dazai said: "It's time to remove the masks and mingle with the inhabitants so we aren't easily discovered." Dazai changed his facial features using advanced technology, then turned to his companions.
The **Red Eye** removed his mask to reveal a young man with demonic handsomeness, snow-white hair, and blood-red eyes like two drops of blood. The **Yellow Eye** removed his mask to reveal a young man with jet-black hair and golden eyes radiating intelligence and malice.
The **Black Eye** grabbed his mask, but suddenly stopped and said: "I have important work, I will catch up with you soon."
Dazai asked him in surprise: "Where to?"
He replied while looking at the horizon: "I will distract them... I'll make these people and their soldiers chase a ghost while you guys disappear."
The Black Eye flew away, beginning to cause massive explosions in multiple axes to attract attention. Millions of strange creatures appeared to defend, but he vaporized them in the blink of an eye.
The Black Eye stood atop a giant metal pillar representing the border of one of the universes, while the Master watched him from afar, saying to himself: "It is him... The Black Eye."
Suddenly, and without any introductions, the Master felt a freezing cold behind his ear. The Black Eye appeared behind him as if he had emerged from his shadow, whispering in a spine-chilling voice: **"Are you looking for someone here?"**
The Master froze in place, feeling his heart stop beating. He screamed in his mind: *«Impossible! When did he arrive behind me? My eyes didn't leave him for a second! What is this terrifying speed? Who is this creature?»* The Master felt as if an invisible blade pierced his chest, but when he looked, he found himself unharmed. He turned with lightning speed to face his opponent, but found no one... The place was completely empty.
The Master returned to the palace panting, panic evident in his eyes. Karma asked him sharply: "What happened? Did you catch them?"
The Master replied with difficulty, trying to regain his calm: "Nothing, My Lord... I didn't find anyone, they vanished." The Master was lying, for he dared not tell Karma that he almost died of terror from a mere whisper.
Somewhere in vast space, the Black Eye called Dazai: "I've distracted their attention, I have special work to accomplish now."
Dazai replied: "Do as you please, we'll meet in the Sixth World soon."
The Black Eye hung up, pulling a picture of "Arius" from his pocket. He gripped it tightly until it caught fire with a black flame and burned completely between his fingers, then vanished into the void, heading toward his first and only target: Mira Arius.