Unrivaled in another world-Chapter 199: Appearances

[: 3rd POV :]

The void screamed as Daniel opened his hand wide open, and hundreds of spirals erupted outward.

They weren’t replicas but reforged calamities.

Each Spiral of the End had been compressed, devoured, rewritten, and amplified a hundredfold.

What once twisted space now crushed causality, the spirals rotating in reverse directions, layered with devouring laws that chewed through dimensions as they moved.

The sky shattered into overlapping fractures as the spirals descended like judgment.

Zarvath’s roar was no longer arrogant; it was panicked fury.

"DEFEND!" he bellowed.

"ALL OF YOU, NOW!"

The Conquerors reacted instantly.

He knew how well and how dangerous his skills were, and to see them being amplified adds nothing but fear to him.

Zarvath the Eater of Planets activated his skill as runes ignited across his scales.

[: Draconic Absolute: Scale Aegis :]

Obsidian scales layered over one another, forming a rotating shell of compressed hellfire laws. The first spiral struck, and the shield screamed, scales cracking, molten void spilling through as Zarvath was driven backward, wings shredding space to stabilise himself.

"THIS POWER! HOW COULD IT BE!? IT’S MY OWN!" Zarvath roared in disbelief once more.

Imperatrix Solara-Vex spread her arms as entire star systems manifested behind her.

[: Imperial Bulwark: Galactic Field :]

Collapsed stars fused into a luminous dome of stellar authority.

Three spirals collided simultaneously.

Supernovas detonated inward, light collapsing into nothing as the shield barely held, Solara-Vex coughing cosmic blood as her field destabilised.

"This is absurd! He multiplied it!" she snarled.

Astraeus Murmuris raised both hands, whispering forbidden constellations into existence.

[: Fate Lock: Celestial Continuum Rewrite :]

Lines of destiny twisted into a lattice before him, attempting to rewrite the outcome of impact.

A spiral struck, and fate itself snapped. Astraeus screamed as prophecy burned away, his robe tearing as stars dimmed.

"I cannot predict this!"

Garruk Ironbound planted himself like a siege god, runes blazing across his colossal frame.

[: Colossus Bastion: Eternal Adamant Stand :]

Planetary mass condensed into his body.

A spiral slammed into him head-on, forcing Garruk’s feet to gouge trenches across continents.

His armour cracked, metal screaming as gravity crushed inward.

"RRRRAAAAH!" he roared, barely holding.

Seraphiel Auroraheart crossed her blazing spear before her chest.

[: Radiant Judgment: Dawn’s Final Sanctuary :]

A sun erupted around her, divine radiance purging corruption. Two spirals struck, grinding against holy light.

The sun flickered violently, Seraphiel screaming as purity was eaten, not corrupted—consumed.

"This isn’t darkness!" she cried.

"It devours light itself!"

Nyxthalos the Drowned Eclipse dissolved completely.

[: Abyssal Refuge: Infinite Shadow Sink :]

He became liquid night, spirals plunging into his form, only to churn violently.

Shadows boiled, screamed, and imploded as Nyxthalos was forcibly reconstituted, coughing void-water.

"I CAN’T ABSORB IT! IT’S EATING ME!"

Thorgar Stormbrand slammed his hammer into reality itself.

[: Stormforge Citadel: Divine Tempest Bastion :]

A fortress of living lightning formed around him.

Spirals hit, storms collapsing inward, thunder silenced as Thorgar was hurled like a comet through the sky.

"This is ridiculous!"

Elyndra the Dream-Sculptor clasped her hands, eyes glowing.

[: Oneiric Domain: Absolute Illusionary Denial :]

Reality blurred, the spirals entering layered dreamspace, only to tear through illusion like paper. Elyndra screamed as backlash shattered her halos.

"Dreams are being consumed!"

Mor’Kairon the Extinction of Life raised his skeletal crown.

[: Apocalypse Shell: Entropic Endframe :]

Death itself wrapped around him. Spirals struck, unmaking entropy, ripping chunks of dying worlds from his crown.

"This is wrong," he rasped. "Death should be the end!"

Justicar Serion unfolded all six wings, halo burning black-gold.

[: Seraphic Absolute: Final Law Dominion :]

Judgment descended. Spirals collided and laws shattered.

Serion was driven to one knee, blood of light spilling as his halo cracked.

"This... is heresy incarnate...!"

Silence followed.

The spirals dissipated, not because they failed, but because Daniel willed them to stop.

Every Conqueror hovered, kneeling, bleeding, fractured.

Daniel floated calmly, rings of Devourer’s Greed rotating lazily, eyes glowing with quiet amusement.

"...That," he said mildly, "was just a return gift."

The Conquerors finally understood.

What they were facing was an ’anomaly’ in the disguise of a mortal.

"Well, what’s wrong?" Daniel chuckled softly, his voice calm, almost amused as it echoed across the shattered battlefield.

"You don’t like my gift?"

The conquerors stood frozen.

Their towering forms, beings who had crushed civilisations, burned worlds, and ruled eras, were now stiff with disbelief.

Scales trembled, wings twitched, and divine auras flickered, as if reality itself was uncertain whether it should still acknowledge their authority.

What Daniel had done moments ago lingered in the air like a scar that refused to close.

"I thought all of you were conquerors,"

Daniel continued, spreading his arms slightly as if presenting them to an invisible audience.

His eyes glinted with mockery.

"But it seems to me you’re nothing more than mobs begging to be killed."

The words landed heavier than any attack.

They weren’t just insults.

They were verdicts.

"I’ve had enough of you, mortal!"

Zarvath roared, his voice splitting the heavens.

"How dare you insult us! Insult me!"

His fury erupted uncontrollably.

Flames infused with laws of annihilation bled from between his fangs, and the sky darkened in response to his wrath.

All day long, Zarvath had endured humiliation, each one cutting deeper than the last, but this... this was unforgivable.

What wounded his pride the most wasn’t merely Daniel’s arrogance.

It was an imitation.

Daniel had replicated his skill.

Not copied.

Not mimicked.

It was replicated.

That single fact was an insult to Zarvath’s existence itself, a denial of his supremacy as a conqueror blessed by higher authorities.

His power was meant to be unique, unreachable, and absolute.

And yet, this mortal, this insignificant being, had grasped it effortlessly, as though it were nothing more than a trick.

"I’ll admit it," Zarvath snarled, forcing the words through clenched jaws.

"You are impressive... for a mortal."

The title dripped with contempt.

"But in the end, you are still nothing but a mortal!"

His ego refused to bend.

His pride refused to kneel.

No matter what his instincts screamed, no matter how violently his soul recoiled in warning, Zarvath denied the truth standing before him.

Without another word, he moved.

"Zarvath, wait!" Justica shouted, alarm tearing into her voice. "We need to—"

It was too late.

Zarvath had already surged forward, his colossal dragon form expanding until it blotted out the horizon itself. His body stretched beyond continents, scales etched with ancient commandments, wings carrying the weight of epochs.

The battlefield trembled as space warped around him, crushed beneath the density of his existence.

[: Planetary End :]

The moment the skill was activated, the world screamed.

Zarvath’s draconic maw opened wide, far wider than should have been possible, revealing a void filled with rotating laws and fused authorities.

Concepts of destruction, extinction, collapse, and finality spiralled together inside his mouth, forming a singular force meant to devour the world whole.

This wasn’t an attack.

It was an ending.

Planets had vanished within that mouth before.

Entire timelines had been erased by it.

Once unleashed, there was no escape, no resistance, no survival.

And yet...Daniel laughed.

He didn’t dodge.

He didn’t defend.

He didn’t even brace himself.

He just laughed.

Watching that world-devouring mouth descend upon him was, to Daniel, no more threatening than watching a child swing a wooden sword.

[: Devourer’s Greed: Maw of Endless Hunger :]

The instant the skill activated, reality recoiled.

From Daniel’s body, shadows burst forth, countless fanged maws lined with crimson eyes, tearing their way out from every angle of existence.

They weren’t physical, nor purely conceptual.

They were hunger given form, desire given will.

The maws fused, growing, expanding, eclipsing Zarvath’s own colossal body until the conqueror was dwarfed utterly.

Then...it swallowed him.

The battlefield went silent.

An eerie, wet sound echoed through existence itself, the unmistakable noise of something being chewed.

It was not flesh or matter being chewed; it was reality itself.

The conquerors stared in horror.

Some stepped back, and others couldn’t even breathe.

That wasn’t supposed to be possible.

And then...

"!!"

Zarvath’s eyes widened.

"What... just happened...?"

He was standing exactly where he had been moments ago.

Unharmed.

Unwounded.

Unchanged.

The skill he had unleashed, Planetary End, was gone.

Not deflected.

Not resisted.

It was simply gone.

"I—" Zarvath staggered slightly, confusion ripping through his mind.

"I was... swallowed. I saw it. I felt it."

Dozens of questions flooded his thoughts, colliding violently with instinctual fear.

How had he returned?

Why was there no recoil?

Why did it feel as though something had been stolen....not from his body, but from existence itself?

Only one person knew the answer.

It was Daniel himself.

He lowered his hand calmly, the shadowy maws retreating into nothingness as if they had never existed.

[: Devourer’s Greed: Maw of Endless Hunger :]

A skill beyond logic.

A maw that devoured space, time, causality, fate, concepts, dimensions, and actions themselves.

Anything consumed was removed from all timelines and all records.

It couldn’t be blocked, sealed, reflected or reversed.

Zarvath’s attack hadn’t failed.

It hadn’t been rewritten.

It hadn’t been altered.

It had been removed.

The reality where Zarvath attacked Daniel simply... did not exist anymore.

Daniel met Zarvath’s gaze, his eyes cold, vast, and utterly indifferent.

"Do you understand now?" he asked quietly.

The conquerors felt it then.

Not fear of death.

Fear of irrelevance.

They weren’t facing a mortal.

They were facing something that decided which realities were allowed to happen.

And which ones were not,