The old man suddenly turned into lightning as he clashed with the Shadow that was God. The Shadow simply snorted and the old man's skin received thousands of blade cuts.
Yet, the old prisoner did not hesitate one bit. His body was thunder, his speed lightning like. He rushed towards the shadow and threw one single punch. The punch contained the entire galaxy within it. Space curled inwards and and even light couldn't escape as his punch turned dark and hit the shadow.
Yet the shadow remained unmoved. The punch clashed with the shadow and a crack appeared. Yet the crack visibly healed. The shadow snorted again. A million cuts graced the old man's body and he once again showered in his own blood. Yet he only smiled.
"You might be strong for a mortal. Yet you are only mortal." The shadow spoke.
The old man acted like he didn't listen at all. Suddenly he manifested a core. The core turned into a blinding light and like sharp arrows pierced the Shadow creating a hundred cracks.
"How dare you challenge me?" The shadow roared and the roar itself blew away the old man like he was a ragdoll. He crashed into a ground with immense speed and a huge crater formed. His body was a bloody and destroyed mess. Yet, he got up again and flew towards the Shadow.
As he flew up, his body propelled at a visible rate and a sword manifested in his right hand. The sword was made of lightning which manifested as he flew. He was covered in blood and his body was in tatters, he seemed to be on the brink of death. Yet, it was as if nothing could stop him.
The sword of lightning was raised above his head and arriving like a meteor, the old man swung the sword made of lightning, however, this time the shadow didn't not react, instead it formed a punch through the coalescing of space and collided with the sword. The sword showed signs of dissipating, but suddenly the old man began becoming older and his body began withering.
The sword became brighter in tandem and the fist from the shadow collapsed, as did the veneer of shadow and a bright light began shining, yet the sword was as if it could cut anything and everything, while the old man looked like he was a bloody paste on the brink of death The light from the shadow became dimmer and dimmer and began collapsing within itself.
"This... is... impossible!" The God shrieked as it breathed it's last and was exterminated by the sword slash. Without any further delay, what remained of that God turned into energy and was sucked in a single breath by the old man who was healing within seconds and became a young man. Then the heaven's congealed and the energy concentrated to form a drop.
When the drop formed completely, it fell on the man's forehead and a sound of a drop's splatter was heard by all beings in the galaxy. The sound of the splatter caused different reactions in different people. Almost everyone just heard the sound and were shocked. Many people went into delirium as if possessed by a mental demon, while a few rare ones, like Red suddenly felt their mind opened and perception strengthened tremendously as well as feeling their soul become deeper.
Red quietly sat down and meditated on the feeling from the drop. He felt that his soul was becoming stronger by leaps and bounds. He savored the feeling, for he realized that this was an extremely rare opportunity.
The prisoner then turned into a bright light and ascended into the vortex, but before he left, a few words echoed through the galaxy again.
"Fighting God... is only this much... Just being a God... is not enough!"
The man at the center of the galaxy shook his head. "So a human can achieve such a feat. Mortals can kill God and become God themselves."
Then another voice boomed through the galaxy again. It was the same person who defeated God. No one knew his name, but they all knew who he was. He was the first Godslayer.
"Taira Clan, prepare your necks. Whether it is the events of the past or the events of today, your karma is descending soon..."
When the leaders of the Human Alliance who had been huddled together heard that, they looked at an old man in the group. The old man was the head of the Taira Clan. Soon the old man picked up his communicator for he was receiving many calls from his clan saying that many members had become delirious and mad.
Soon he realized the voice that had boomed throughout the galaxy. "It can't be! The Demon of War actually became a Godslayer!" He yelled and when the other members among the human alliance heard the name Demon of War they realized the situation and shook their heads. Their eyes only had pity for the Taira Clan.
As the man ascended into Heaven's arms, he took one last look at the planet, and his eyes stayed on Red for a minute. Red suddenly realized that an orb had formed within his fist. When he looked at the orb, he noticed that inside the orb was a black flame, which looked identical to that of the shadow that used to be God. He then heard a voice rumble from within his soul.
"The Karmic flow of destiny twists weirdly around you. Of all people on this planet, you are the only one I cannot read. You also released me from prison, so we can be considered to have some fate.
Find a way to absorb this flame. If you succeed you might get untold benefits."
Red looked at the sky and nodded. He was deep in thought about what that man who was now a Godslayer had said. This was a scheme hatched by Chiba Clan to swallow the planet in return for power, but instead, the galaxy now learned of a human who slaughtered a God.
Red sneaked into the Chiba household because he was originally at that place. He removed the soap stone from his pocket and placed it on the painting, immediately cutting the bewitching effect it had on the other young masters and princesses. Red secretly sneaked away the painting as well before others returned from their daze.