It happened so fast, and she was so stunned she couldn't even react. The second bullet the man had shot pierced her savior's skull, killing him on the spot. His lifeless body laid there on the cold ground, his cloak soaking in warm blood.
The shooter had already disappeared, gone somewhere else. A talisman similar to those of Tamamo tainted with blood laid there.
Once again, she was unable to save someone. On top of it, she had been controlled by someone to do his bidding. Her memories were hazy but she remembered the fight she just had.
"..." Granberia picked up the talisman from the ground and frowned. The man—or rather Wrimbo had something to do with it. She looked up at the reactor in the room and jumped with ease to it. With a flick of the wrist, she stuck the talisman on it.
As soon as she did, she gripped her sword tightly and rushed after the shooter.
She would find him, no matter what.
"Come and sing with me… Dark Rondo!."
The ominous chant echoed through the room as SubLuka's dark aura intensified, twisting and coiling around him like a living entity. The power surged within him, threatening to consume him entirely. His body trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer force of the energy coursing through him.
"W-What is that?!" Desmond stammered, his voice betraying his shock as he instinctively stepped back. His weapon faltered slightly in his grip, his usually smug demeanor replaced by genuine surprise.
Before anyone could react further, a voice sliced through the tense air. "Found you."
A blur of motion accompanied the words as a sword sang through the air, its trajectory aimed directly at Desmond from behind.
However, Alma Elma's instincts kicked in, and with an almost inhuman speed, she intercepted the attack. Her movements were fluid as she forced the attacker to abort her strike.
"Alma Elma!" Granberia shouted, halting in her tracks as she locked eyes with the succubus. Her expression darkened as she noticed the all-too-familiar helmet on Alma Elma's head. The sight of it made her blood boil.
"Granberia," SubLuka's voice was low and focused as he addressed her. "Take care of her. I'll handle the rest."
Granberia hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding, her grip tightening on her sword as she faced her fellow knight. "Understood," she said as she leaped back to fight somewhere else.
SubLuka didn't look back. His dark aura swirled more violently, shadows licking at his body as he turned his full attention to Desmond.
With a crack of his knuckles, he stepped forward.
"So," SubLuka said, his voice calm yet menacing. "How about we end our little dispute?"
Desmond's fingers tightened around his weapon, his stance shifting slightly as he prepared for what was to come. "You think you've got what it takes?" he sneered, masking his unease with bravado.
His armor pulsed with energy as he stepped forward as well. "You won't survive this."
SubLuka smirked faintly, his hands flexing at his sides. "Oh, I'm not surviving this," he said, his voice dripping with grim resolve. "I'm ending it."
SubLuka's smirk widened as he and Desmond charged at each other, their movements blurring with speed and intensity. The dark aura surrounding SubLuka collided with the pulsing energy of Desmond's armor, the sheer force of their clash creating a shockwave that rippled through the room.
Their fists met with a resounding crack, the impact sending a surge of energy outward. The floor beneath them cracked and splintered, the force of their power too much for the environment to withstand.
Desmond gritted his teeth, his visor gleaming menacingly as he pushed forward. "You're nothing but a failure, Luka!" he growled, his voice echoing with anger and disdain.
SubLuka's expression didn't waver. "And you're nothing but a coward," he shot back, his dark energy flaring as he pushed against Desmond's strength. "You didn't even try half as hard as me!"
Desmond roared in frustration, breaking their stalemate with a sudden surge of power. He swung his armored fist toward SubLuka's side, but SubLuka was quicker. Twisting his body, he dodged the strike and countered with a swift uppercut to Desmond's chest, the blow sending the man skidding backward.
Without giving Desmond a chance to recover, SubLuka followed up with a swift, devastating kick to the gut. The blow landed with precision, launching Desmond backward like a ragdoll. He slammed into the ground, skidding across the cracked floor before coming to a halt.
Desmond groaned but he quickly got back up and shot energy blasts from his hands. SubLuka countered with fireballs. The two forces collided midair, creating a series of deafening explosions that lit up the room with bursts of light and shadow.
The shockwaves rattled the walls, and the ground beneath them cracked even further, unable to withstand the relentless exchange of power. Smoke filled the air, and sparks danced like fireflies, adding to the chaotic atmosphere.
Desmond gritted his teeth, his visor glowing ominously as he charged through the smoke. "I'll break you, Luka!" he bellowed, swinging his fist with all his might.
But SubLuka was ready. Dodging the punch with fluid precision, he stepped to the side and countered with a sweeping kick to Desmond's legs, aiming to throw him off balance.
Desmond stumbled, but his armor activated a pulse of energy that stabilized him mid-fall. He retaliated with a sudden knee strike aimed at SubLuka's chest.
However he crossed his arms just in time to block, the impact forcing him back a few steps.
The both of them stared at each other, and SubLuka could sense the unease on Desmond's face. The dark rondo was taking a toll on his body, but it was just the beginning.
Now that he was used to his new strength, he could go all out.
Bringing his hands together, he chanted under his breath. Using magical energy was possible now, after all, he wouldn't last long anyway.
He felt the talismans near the reactors connect to him and he began accumulating mana inside of him.
However, Desmond didn't let him go and he fired multiple blasts at him.
SubLuka countered, swatting off the blasts with his bare hands while continuing to chant. Then, after Desmond was done shooting, he brought his hand forward in a receiving stance and pointed a finger at him.
"Shi—" Desmond's instincts kicked in immediately. He recognized the move instantly and began to dart to the side, his armor flaring with energy to aid his retreat.
But SubLuka was faster.
"Star of Dawn," SubLuka intoned, his voice steady and cold.
A blinding light erupted from his fingertip, akin to the birth of a star, and surged forward in a mix of heat and carnage. The room was illuminated in an instant, shadows vanishing as the unstoppable attack tore through the air.
Desmond barely managed to dive out of the way, the beam grazing the edge of his armor and leaving a molten scar in its wake. The force of the blast obliterated everything in its path, carving a deep gouge in the wall behind him.
Panting heavily, Desmond scrambled to his feet, his visor cracked from the intensity of the light. "You're insane!" he shouted, his voice shaking as he took in the aftermath.
"You're damn right!" SubLuka growled as he materialized behind Desmond with terrifying speed. There was no hesitation, no mercy—his fist came down like a hammer, crackling with dark energy.
Desmond barely managed to raise the only intact part of his armor to shield himself. The blow connected with a deafening impact, shattering the remaining armor piece and sending Desmond hurtling backward. He crashed into the molten floor left by SubLuka's earlier attack, his exposed skin sizzling upon contact. A guttural scream tore from his throat as the searing pain overwhelmed him.
SubLuka advanced, his movements slow and deliberate as he stood over his enemy.
Desmond writhed, his body convulsing from the unbearable heat. The floor was slowly crumbling as the building up above was slowly sinking into the ground.
"Fuck… you!" Desmond growled as he raised his hand toward SubLuka.
SubLuka didn't flinch. His gaze remained locked on Desmond, cold and unyielding. "Still fighting, huh?" he muttered, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You really don't know when to quit."
Before Desmond could unleash whatever energy he had left, SubLuka raised his own hand, dark energy swirling around his fist.
Desmond let out a dark, rasping chuckle, lowering his hand with deliberate slowness. "Alright… I lost this fight," he said, his voice dripping with bitterness. "I don't know where you got that power from, but you deserve this win."
SubLuka's smirk faded slightly, suspicion flashing in his eyes. He took a cautious step back, his instincts screaming that something wasn't right. "What's your game, Desmond?"
Desmond's cracked visor gleamed faintly in the flickering light as he grinned. "Oh, I've already played my part. Checkmate's not on me anymore."
Before SubLuka could react, a surge of energy tore through his body like an electric current. His breath caught in his throat as an overwhelming force coursed through him. He staggered, his muscles tightening as he felt an unmistakable connection snap into place.
The fifth reactor had activated.
But something was wrong. The energy wasn't settling into him—it was swirling chaotically around him, forming a volatile, storm-like vortex. His aura flared erratically, the sheer force making it difficult for him to even stand upright.
Desmond's chuckle deepened, the sound grating against SubLuka's ears. "You've always been smart, Luka," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But a bit too predictable. Always trying to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. Always trying to save everyone."
The realization struck SubLuka like a blow to the chest. He glared at Desmond, his teeth clenched as the energy spiraled further out of control. "What did you do?" he demanded, his voice tinged with anger and fear.
Desmond laughed weakly, his broken body trembling as he propped himself up slightly. "How convenient, don't you think? All these reactors… all perfectly ready to give you what you need." He gestured weakly to the collapsing room around them. "Didn't it seem a little too… easy?"
SubLuka's eyes widened as the implications sank in. The energy of the reactors wasn't empowering him—it was using him as a conduit. The vortex began to expand, cracks forming in the already damaged floor as the raw power sought an outlet.
"You're not drawing power from the reactors, Luka," Desmond continued, a sinister grin plastered on his face. "You are the reactor now. Congratulations—you're about to bring about the birth of 'him'"
The swirling energy began to pull at the environment, drawing debris and rubble into its chaotic dance. SubLuka struggled against the force, his mind racing for a way to regain control. But the truth was undeniable—he'd walked straight into Desmond's trap.
The ground beneath them buckled and heaved, splitting the building in two. The ceiling above shattered, exposing the darkened sky. The radioactive winter outside spilled into the basement, its biting winds carrying a deadly chill. The blackened clouds overhead churned violently, their unnatural movements heralding something terrible. Lightning streaked across the heavens, striking the ground with deafening force.
"Advent, embodiment of Wrath!" Desmond declared, his voice ringing with both triumph and madness. His arms stretched outward, as if welcoming the end he had been waiting for..
A massive bolt of crimson lightning struck the vortex surrounding SubLuka, amplifying its chaos. The energy tore through him, forcing him to his knees. He screamed, the sound raw and primal, as the power surged unchecked. In the distance, a figure began to emerge from the storm—a frightening aura that shook even the heavens.
SubLuka's mind raced. This wasn't just about him anymore. If this "Wrath" fully manifested, there would be no stopping it. Summoning every ounce of willpower he had left, he focused on the talismans still clinging to his body.
"No," he growled, his voice barely audible over the cacophony. "This… is not how it ends!"
However, the Dark Rondo already depleted most of his force and he knew he wouldn't be able to even last the five minutes he had counted when that doll used it. His plan, his crazy plan was all that was left.
Feeling his forces draining at an alarming speed, the chill of death taking over him, he tried to gather as much mana as possible within him.
The talismans covering his body burned, sizzling his skin. His nerves shattered, and his brain was overloaded with information as he tried to set up multiple spells at once, one to gather mana, one to control the flux, and one to realize his plan.
However, as soon as amassed what he needed, something broke inside him.
No sound.
No heartbeat.
The world around him seemed to slow, the cacophony of the storm fading into a surreal silence. SubLuka stood frozen, his body trembling as his vision darkened at the edges. His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, his breathing shallow and erratic.
"So this is it…" he whispered, his voice faint.
He couldn't think clearly anymore, feeling his life slip through his fingers. He couldn't even remember his plan anymore, his mind racing to find what was left to do.
No, his last thoughts were…
I really liked this manga as a kid…
Before collapsing onto the cold ground, lifeless.
"Ahah…" Desmond couldn't help but chuckle, seeing the collapsed figure of SubLuka. "We did it…"
A silence followed, the hum of the mana swirling blending with the distant crackle of the storm. Desmond stood motionless for a moment, allowing the weight of what had just happened to sink in.
Indeed. You did well, Desmond. I swear, for once someone didn't mess this up.
Desmond stood up, albeit with difficulty, and faced the sky. There, he could feel the presence of the thing that had been talking to him this whole time, slowly appearing among the clouds.
"I-I did what you asked for…" Desmond stammered, his gaze locked onto the sky. "So now, you complete your part of the bargain."
Bargain? Ahaha… the voice laughed mockingly. What made you think a mere mortal could bargain with me in the first place?
"Wha—" Desmond stammered, his confusion evident. His gaze darted back to the sky, where dark clouds swirled unnaturally, forming a massive, ominous vortex. The storm intensified, lightning crackling across the sky like an electrical web, each flash growing more erratic as if the atmosphere itself was warping.
You fool, the voice echoed once more, growing louder, more threatening. I am the embodiment of wrath, I cannot create anything.
"Then, my family—"
Oh, I will let you see them. The voice chuckled, and then Desmond felt an immense pressure overwhelming him. In hell.
In an instant, the ground around him twisted and bent on itself, crushing anything in between.
"You bastard!!" Desmond shouted, his voice filled with rage as he unleashed a final blast of energy toward the dark, mocking voice. The blast shot through the air, crackling with raw power, but before it could even make contact, the ground beneath him gave way completely. The black hole that had formed in the center of the twisted world grew larger, swallowing everything in its path, including Desmond's desperate attack.
The sky above split open, a vast chasm of darkness consuming the light. The last remnants of the ground crumbled into oblivion, and Desmond was caught in the pull of the void, his scream silenced by the all-encompassing darkness. His body was torn apart by the immense pressure, pulled into the maw of the black hole where no light or sound could escape.
Meanwhile, Granberia, breathing heavily from her earlier struggle, managed to finally rip Alma Elma's helmet off with a triumphant shout. "There!" she exclaimed, her voice full of relief.
Alma Elma blinked in confusion for a moment, her disoriented gaze clearing as her eyes locked onto Granberia. A smile spread across her face, filled with gratitude. "Granberry~!" she cried out, her arms quickly wrapping around the dragon girl in a tight embrace. "Thank you so much!"
Granberia froze, her face flushing bright red at the unexpected display of affection. "Argh! G-Get off me!" she stammered, her body twitching uncomfortably. "Now is not the time for this!"
"Aww… But I think you're right… I even hurt Luka." her face grew serious, before sensing a hint of danger ahead. "Oh no, quick!" she grabbed Granberia and started flying at full speed through the corridors.
She was right, as the basement they were in suddenly collapsed on itself, pulled by a powerful force swallowing everything. While flying with Granberia in her arms, she stumbled upon a small group.
"Huh? Isn't that—" the hero Luka said, his eyes widening upon seeing the succubus flying at full speed toward them.
"Is she with us?" Alice asked as she prepared herself to fight.
"Luka-boy~!" Alma Elma called out cheerfully, her voice a mix of relief and excitement. "Grab onto me!"
"Kyu!" Without hesitation, Nuruko leaped toward the group, nudging them closer to the succubus. Despite the brief difficulty of the moment, they all managed to latch onto her, and with a powerful flap of her wings, Alma Elma began the ascent through the elevator conduit.
"Glad you two are with us!" Alice shouted at Granberia and Alma Elma.
Granberia, still catching her breath, lowered her head in a gesture of apology. "I am sorry for being this late," she murmured, her gaze briefly cast downward.
Her thoughts lingered, a fleeting memory of the warrior who had freed her from the grip of control. She couldn't help but wonder, was he really gone? She sighed, turning her attention back to the destruction around them.
"What's happening to the sky?" Luka shouted, pointing upwards, his voice tinged with fear. The vortex above them continued to churn ominously, its dark, swirling tendrils consuming everything in their path. From within the storm, a figure emerged, descending slowly as though drawn by some unseen force.
It was an imposing sight—towering and muscular, with dark wings unfurling like those of a beast. His attire was minimal, a simple black cloth draped across his body, but the golden halo above his head radiated an unsettling, divine energy. His presence was suffocating, a force that seemed to bend the very air around him.
The group froze, gazing up in awe and fear.
Granberia instinctively moved in front of her friends, her sword held tightly in both hands. Her eyes narrowed, the tension in the air palpable as the figure descended further. "What is that thing?" she whispered, though everyone could feel the weight of her words.
"An angel?" Tamamo raised an eyebrow in confusion. It looked like one but it was a male in the first place.
Alma Elma's expression grew serious, her usual playful demeanor replaced with steely focus. "That... that's him," she muttered. "The embodiment of wrath... the one Desmond was trying to bring into this world."
Luka clenched his fists. "Then we need to stop him!"
The figure, now easily recognizable, spread his wings wide, creating a burst of wind similar to that of a tempest. He spoke, with a guttural laugh that made each of them shiver.
"Finally, at last…" The angel's voice reverberated through the air, his gaze fixated on the ground where SubLuka had once been. "He is dead."
"SubLuka is dead?" Luka's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Exactly!" the angel said with a triumphant voice. "Checkmate, protagonist!" Then, with an eerie calmness, he tilted his head toward the group. "If only you had listened to me and killed him. I wouldn't have to send this weapon to your world!"
Alma Elma's face grew serious, her eyes outfacing the angel. "Now, I'm pissed."
"You have every right to be, you whore!" the angel declared, his teeth shining as he smiled with triumph. "Now, I don't need all of you idiots. Go back to your world!"
With a snap of his fingers, a giant portal opened before the group, menacing to suck them in. But before the group could react, an arrow suddenly struck the angel in the back, staggering him and breaking his concentration. The portal flickered and trembled, its pull momentarily lessened.
"Okay, who has the balls…" the angel began, turning his head in annoyance. But he froze when he saw another figure soaring through the sky, a bright light surrounding him.
An angel, clad in shining golden armor, wielding a shield and a bow. His expression was full of determination as he flew straight towards the angel, arrows ready.
"In the name of the goddess of light, you shall—" the angel began, his voice filled with authority, but was quickly cut off as a blast of raw mana shot past him, narrowly missing.
The angel blinked in confusion, his bow lowering slightly. "Whoa," Pit muttered, surprised by the unexpected interruption.
"Get lost, you little rooster!" the embodiment of wrath shouted. "Your pathetic goddess can't even compare to me."
"But I am not alone!" Pit declared, his voice full of confidence and a grin tugging at his lips. "Pittoo, your turn!"
Just as the angel of light spoke, another figure appeared—a dark counterpart to Pit. "The last thing I want is getting orders from you!" the angel replied. His armor was black, his wings a shadowy contrast to Pit's bright feathers. With a fierce battle cry, Pittoo charged forward, his massive hammer raised high.
"Without hesitation, Pittoo swung the hammer with all his strength, slamming it into the embodiment of wrath's face with a resounding crash.
Wrath recoiled from the shock but wasn't hurt. He grabbed the hammer and used it to swing Dark Pit around before sending him straight to the ground.
"Nice try, but not good enough you copycat!" Wrath laughed, seeing the dark angel fall into the ruined buildings. "You will all soon die from the radiations anyway, I'll just leave you to die here and—"
The embodiment of Wrath's triumphant speech was cut short as a burst of flames erupted from behind him. This time, Alice and Tamamo had attacked in a joined spell. And as soon as he was hit, another voice erupted above him.
"Radiations? What radiations are you talking about?"
"Oh for fuck's sake, who else is—" Wrath's eyes widened as he looked above. There, the space itself seemed to distort as a castle lowered itself onto the city. The surrounding area soon turned darker, with ethereal purple stars glowing just enough to be able to see. On the edge of the platform supporting the castle, a green-eyed succubus with brown hair, wearing a skirt and a crop top grinned as she crossed her arms.
"Seris, the embodiment of Lust and Dreams, has arrived!" she announced. With a snap of her fingers, the Dreamworld embodied by her castle engulfed the area, overlapping with the ruined city of Prague. The air shimmered as the city's desolation was temporarily replaced by an otherworldly, surreal dreamy land.
"Like putting a layer of pasta on minced beef on a lasagna, I will protect you from the sauce!" she declared with an exaggerated flourish, her grin widening as she spoke. "And by sauce, I mean the radiations!"
The Dreamworld's influence spread rapidly, transforming the environment, and as the castle settled fully into place, it cast a strange, calming glow on the battle scene.
"Seriously? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wrath growled, shooting blasts after blasts at the castle.
Seris raised an eyebrow and then casually flicked her hand, redirecting one of his blasts with a lazy motion. "Please! I'm your senior in this whole 'destruction' business! And I declare that you're not worthy of your title!" She pointed at him dramatically, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Puru, puru~!" Lime suddenly appeared next to her, copying the gesture. "We will send you packing, you meanie!" the slime chimed in cheerfully.
Seris spun around with a flourish, her skirts billowing like a dancer. "Also, you killed my best friend!" she added, her voice switching from playful to menacing. She stopped mid-spin, the Dreamworld swirling around her as she struck a dramatic pose. "In the name of love and the dreams of everyone…"
Her voice shifted, becoming darker, more resonant. She extended her hand toward Wrath, her fingers glowing with dangerous light. "I'll... destroy you."
A powerful burst of concentrated energy shot out from her fingers, slicing through the air toward Wrath with terrifying speed. Wrath, realizing he was no longer in control of the situation, gritted his teeth and braced for impact.
The explosion was minimal and in the end, it didn't hurt much but it was still an annoyance. What came next however was more worrying.
"Now, everyone!" Seris called out, forming a heart with her fingers, followed in tandem by Lime.
Team Rocket stood in the background, utterly spent and collapsed on the floor.
"I will grant you a part of my power!" Seria shouted, blowing a kiss toward Luka's group and the angels. "Lime don't forget to add a wink for added effect!"
The energy around them surged, and Luka's group, along with the angels, felt a surge of power course through them. A wave of warmth and new vitality flowed into their bodies, an unfamiliar sensation that made them stand taller, their bodies alight with Seris's energy.
"What's this?" Luka murmured, feeling his muscles pulse with newfound strength. "I... I feel stronger!"
Seris smirked, pleased with the results. "Just a little gift from me," she said, "You're cute so I gave you more than your friends, little hero!"
"Why didn't I get any?" Alma Elma asked.
"Because you're already good as you are!"
"You have an answer to everything, don't you…" The succubus sighed. But she wasn't going to let the others borrow all the spotlight. With a flap of her wings, she initiated the first attack.
"Seriously, what is this power of love bullshit?" Wrath roared, his muscles bulging as his anger reached a boiling point. His wings flared as he soared through the air, a ball of raw rage. "Get fucked somewhere else, you whores!"
He hurtled toward Alma Elma at supersonic speed, his fist charged with dark energy. The force of the punch could have shattered mountains if it landed.
But Alma Elma, her playful attitude replaced by a fierce determination, was ready. With a swift flap of her wings, she shot upward, evading his strike and flipping midair to avoid his full-on assault. The succubus twirled gracefully, her movements fluid as she flew behind him, then launched a powerful counterattack.
Her palm struck right into his flank and she retreated just before he could turn around. Right after, Tamamo used her Taoism to create a gust of wing, pushing him aside. Alice followed with a blast of ice magic, freezing his wings.
"Raaargh! You're like flies buzzing around!" Wrath cried out, swinging his fists everywhere in the hope of touching either the angels or the succubus flying around."
Pit shot multiple arrows, all of them planting into his back and exploding in a flash of light. Pittoo followed up with a hit with his hammer again on Wrath's elbow. "Enough!" Wrath roared, his wings flaring as he gathered all his energy. In an instant, a violent shockwave of dark energy exploded outward, sending all the flyers hurtling back. Alma Elma, Tamamo, Alice, Pit, and Pittoo were all thrown back by the force, crashing into nearby ruins or skidding across the ground, struggling to regain their bearings.
"Vaporizing Rebellion Sword!" Granberia took the opportunity right after he used his attack to strike. Her blade cut through the air at blinding speed but Wrath caught each strike with ease.
"Death Sword Chaos Star!" Luka followed right behind, focusing on the wings of the enemy.
But with a good grip on Granberia's sword, he hurled the dragon at the hero, sending them both flying. Then, he raised his hand, readying a blast of dark energy to finish them off. "Go back to school with your sword techniques!"
But just as he began his assault, a voice cut through the air. "How about kick techniques?"
Before he could react, a green blur shot through the air above him. "Lime-empowered Seris kick!!!"
Coated in slime, Seris launched herself at Wrath with astounding speed, her foot connecting squarely with his face. The force of the kick sent a shockwave through the air, knocking Wrath's head back and disrupting his concentration.
The power of Lime added to Seris's leg was enough to make him bleed a little. Wrath staggered, stunned by the impact as Seris floated back with Lime. "Looks like you're a little off-balance now, big guy," she teased. "It would be worrying if someone could reach you within two meters!"
Suddenly, Jotaro's voice rang out across the battlefield. "Star Platinum: The world!" With a snap, time came to a halt. Jotaro's stand propelled him upwards with a surge of force, reaching Wrath's towering height without hesitation. Wrath stood frozen, vulnerable in the suspended moment, and Jotaro wasted no time.
With a slow but decisive breath, Jotaro's eyes narrowed in determination, and he unleashed a flurry of punches, "ORAORAORAORAORAORAORA—!" His fists pummeled Wrath's chest with unrelenting speed, the shockwaves from each blow vibrating through the air.
The impact was immense—each punch landing with devastating precision. The sound of the barrage echoed through the halted world, reverberating like thunder in an empty sky. Wrath's form was battered, his once confident stance now faltering under the onslaught.
"Time resumes," Jotaro announced as his time-stop limit reached its end. Wrath felt the sudden consecutive blows of Star Platinum and recoiled back into a building below.
"Did… Did that do it?" Jotaro asked, his breath ragged from the intense punching he had realized.
"No silly, we barely scratched him," Seris chuckled.
"But… We tried so hard…" Lime let out a disappointed whimper.
"No, don't worry Lime," Seris replied with a smirk. "Luka, I mean SubLuka had a plan, remember?"
Lime looked at her, confused. "How did you know?"
Seris winked. "Let's just say a little white rabbit told me everything. And now, everything will become clear."
She took a deep breath, feeling a tinge of sadness. "After all, it's his biggest gamble. Not even the White Rabbit knows what it will do. But…"
"I believe in him."
"Hey, wake up you idiot." A familiar voice steered SubLuka from his deep slumber. His consciousness woke up and he found himself floating in a dark space, with only the familiar voice resonating in his ears.
He would recognize it instantly, the red-haired Reaper watching over the dead.
"You can't talk here but I will ask you to do one thing before you truly pass on," Reaper continued, her voice as cold as ever. "You had a plan to complete."
That's right, he had forgotten. Floating in this endless space, where there was nothing, he had forgotten to go through his plan. Even though he couldn't speak, he thanked Reaper.
After all, he was a mere soul now. Dead.
At the boundary.
Worlds and rules had no meaning here.
The White Rabbit stood over the destroyed basement, right where SubLuka had met his end. The swirl of energy he had accumulated was still present and usable.
"Ah… It seems Reaper managed to get him," she whispered while looking at the battlefield. The others had successfully gained enough time for her to prepare.
Wrath stood up from the rubble and gazed upwards, not noticing what was about to happen. With a flap of his wings, he regained his height and chuckled at the people defying him. "So? How does it feel to spend all your efforts just to push me back slightly?"
"I killed the main character of this world, you morons! There is no way you can defeat me!" He haughtily crossed his arms and grinned wickedly.
The smugness in his tone filled the air, but as soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath him began to tremble. At first, it seemed like an aftershock of the battle, but it quickly became clear that something far more powerful was at work.
Wrath's grin faltered as he raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze toward the source of the growing power. The earth shook with increasing intensity, and the air was thick with energy.
"Oh, it's that rabbit," he muttered, recognizing the source of the disturbance. He turned his attention to the White Rabbit, who stood still, watching with a quiet smile.
"You are right," she said, tipping her hat as her gaze met Wrath's. "You killed the protagonist. But SubLuka's plan was not to defeat you himself."
Wrath's eyes narrowed as the ground continued to crack. "What are you saying?"
The White Rabbit smiled wider, her expression almost serene as she spoke. "Now that you've completed your story…"
With a sharp crack, a rift appeared in the space around her, spreading like a tear in reality itself. It wasn't a portal, but something far more volatile.
"So I just decided to help him a little," White Rabbit continued. "I don't know what kind of person will get out of there, but it's the one SubLuka chose to put an end to all of this."
"I have to make amends for all the problems I've caused, after all…" she finished her sentence with a faint smile.
The ground rumbled violently, and the air shimmered with the power surging from the rift. Even Wrath, who had been confident moments ago, felt a flicker of unease. Something beyond his control was coming, and he could feel the shift in the balance.
"No! I won't let anything stand in my way!" Wrath launched a ball of energy at the rift. Just as the ball of energy arrived, a figure inside began to take shape and stepped forward. Then, in an instant, it vanished right before the ball exploded.
"Wha—Where?" Wrath looked around, sensing that the person coming out of the rift had moved at super speed.
Seris looked at a nearby building and burst out laughing. "Wait really? Him?"
Alma Elma, who flew over the battlefield and squinted at the figure who seemed to possess overwhelming power. "Who is he…?"
A voice, calm and slightly amused, rang out from the figure who had appeared from the rift. "I was training on my way to Namek but… Eh, I guess this could make a good training too."
The figure stepped fully into view, revealing an unmistakable orange and blue Gi—his familiar attire. The aura he exuded was one of immense power and confidence, radiating a quiet strength that contrasted sharply with the enemy in front of him.
Wrath, unable to contain his disbelief, glared at the figure. "Are you kidding me?!" His voice crackled with frustration. "I made sure to not deal with that world in particular!"
"Hey you," the man said, his spiky black hair floating in the wind. "I heard you're pretty strong."
Seris burst into laughter, clutching her chest as she doubled over. "Bahahaha! Goku! Luka summoned Goku!"
The newcomer, Goku, ignored Seris's laughter and locked eyes with Wrath. "I know everything," he said simply, his voice steady and filled with purpose. "I heard a voice calling for me, begging me to save everyone here. You destroyed not only this world but another one too." He cracked his knuckles, his stance solidifying. "In normal times, I'd love to fight you, but now… I don't think you deserve it."
Goku's fingers curled into a fighting stance, his aura flaring to life as he prepared to end this. He wasn't just ready for battle—he was about to deliver justice.
"Yeah, not happening," Wrath raised his hand and shot blasts of dark energy at Goku.
With a battle cry, Goku launched himself forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. As Wrath's energy blasts fizzled out in the air, Goku landed a powerful punch right into Wrath's gut.
"Dorya!" Goku shouted, his voice filled with intensity as the punch landed. The force behind it was immense, knocking the wind out of Wrath and causing him to stumble back. But Goku wasn't done.
Before Wrath could recover, Goku followed up with a swift kick to his neck, sending the embodiment of Wrath flying backward, crashing into the ground with a deafening thud.
Wrath growled, his body shaking from the impact. His wings flared open, but he was clearly stunned, struggling to regain his footing. "Break: Black Hole!"
In an instant, a swirling black hole appeared right where Goku stood. The powerful gravitational pull caught Goku off guard, pulling him toward it with terrifying force. His feet slid against the ground, and before he could react, the pull became too strong, dragging him closer to the center of the black hole. His eyes widened as he struggled to resist, but it was too much.
"Leave him alone!" Luka's voice rang out from behind. With the power of the fourth spirit coursing through him, he stepped forward, his body glowing with intense energy. "Gnome, Sylph, Undine, Salamander!"
The combined might of the four spirits staggered Wrath, momentarily weakening his control over the black hole. However, he remained unfazed. His eyes locked onto Goku, ignoring the damage from the spirits as he focused on maintaining his spell.
"Double Pit attack!" Pit and Pittoo followed, kicking the angle in the face at the same time.
"Get lost!" Wrath roared, his aura expanding violently. He detonated a massive shockwave of dark energy, sending both Pits and Luka flying. The blast enveloped them completely, leaving behind a crater of destruction in its wake. The force of the explosion threw the two heroes into the rubble, dazed and struggling to get back up.
However, thanks to their action, Goku freed himself from the gravitational pull and dashed right into Wrath. At super speed, they exchanged blow after blow, shaking the earth with each impact as they flew through the air.
Joining the fray, Alma Elma managed to get a good kick on his back, creating an opportunity for Goku to pull back from the fight.
The warrior joined his hands together and began reciting his technique.
"Ka…"
Wrath turned around to get rid of Alma Elma, but she turned out harder than the others to swat off as she answered each of his blows with ferocity.
"Me…"
"Tch, get off you—!" Wrath created a tiny black hole mid-fistfight to throw Alma Elma off balance before punching her away to the ground.
"Ha…Me…Ha…Me…"
"I won't let you, Goku!" the angel cried out as he fired a concentrated laser of dark magic straight at him. But just as the ray was about to hit him, Goku's eyes narrowed, his ki flaring as he raised his hands with incredible speed. "HAAAA!!!" he shouted, the blue ki in his hands erupting into a wave.
The two blasts collided in a violent burst of energy, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Goku's Kamehameha wave struggled against Wrath'ts dark magic and they found themselves at a stalemate.
"Just… Die already!" Wrath screamed, pouring more power into his attack, making Goku recoil slightly.
"Kaio-ken… Times four!" Goku countered, multiplying his power as his aura flared red around him. His Kamehameha now pushed with much greater force and Wrath found himself struggling to even hold it back.
The battlefield trembled under the sheer force of the clash. Wrath roared in frustration, his wings flaring as he poured everything he had into his beam, but it wasn't enough. Goku's Kamehameha surged forward, overwhelming Wrath's dark magic inch by inch.
"No!" Wrath bellowed, his voice filled with rage and desperation. "I need more power!"
In a fit of desperation and rage, he pushed back again, veins popping op on his forehead as he concentrated his mana to its limits.
"Kh…Kuh…!" Goku's teeth clenched as the force of Wrath's beam pushed back against his Kamehameha. Even with the Kaio-ken amplifying his power, he could feel the strain on his body intensifying. Sweat poured down his face as he dug his feet into the ground, trying to maintain his stance.
"Not bad," Goku muttered, his voice strained but tinged with admiration. "But you're not the only one who can push past their limits!"
"Kaio-ken… times TEN!" he roared, his aura erupting into an intense crimson blaze. His muscles bulged, and the sheer force of his power caused the ground beneath him to crater. The Kamehameha surged forward with overwhelming force, beginning to overpower Wrath's dark magic once more.
Wrath snarled, his form flickering as he poured everything he had into the beam. "I refuse to lose! I AM WRATH!" He unleashed a guttural scream, channeling the last reserves of his mana, but his body was visibly deteriorating under the strain.
The sky began to swirl and shatter as Wrath brought all the power from the environment inside him. "Ha! You're not the only one knowing how to gather energy from your surroundings, Goku!" Wrath smirked evilly as his body grew larger, and his blast stronger.
"Gahahaha! Your Kamehameha isn't enough! What next, times twenty?" Wrath chuckled, his voice thick with arrogance as his blast began to push Goku's Kamehameha back.
"How about another Kamehameha?" a voice called out from behind Goku. The sudden interruption caused Wrath's smirk to falter. His gaze snapped past Goku, landing on Alma Elma, who stood confidently beside him, her hands glowing as energy began to gather between them.
"Eh?" Wrath's expression twisted into confusion and then shock. "No way you can—"
"Ka…" Alma Elma began, her voice calm yet laced with determination. Ki swirled in her palms, the air around her crackling with energy.
"No way…" Alice muttered from the sidelines, her golden eyes wide with disbelief. "She's really doing it?"
"I have a certain opponent to beat up later, so do us a favor and be gone!" Alma Elma shouted, her voice rising above the chaos. The energy between her hands intensified, glowing a radiant blue. "Me… Ha… Me… HA!!!"
She unleashed her own Kamehameha wave, the brilliant blue beam roaring to life and merging with Goku's attack. The combined force surged forward, overwhelming Wrath's dark magic with sheer intensity.
"ARE YOU FUCKIN—" Wrath screamed out in rage as he was drowned out by the deafening roar of energy. His massive form began to falter, his aura crackling under the combined might of Goku and Alma Elma's attack.
With one final surge of energy, the twin Kamehamehas pierced through Wrath's blast, striking him directly. His body disintegrated in the blinding light of the explosion, his screams fading into the void as the battlefield was engulfed in a cataclysmic burst of power.
As the light faded, the battlefield grew silent, the winds carrying away the remnants of Wrath's energy. Goku and Alma Elma floated side by side, their auras fading as they lowered their hands, breathing heavily but victorious.
"That… was incredible," Goku said, glancing at Alma Elma with a grin.
Alma Elma smirked, her usual playful demeanor returning. "Didn't think I could pull it off, to be honest… Thank you for the technique."
Goku laughed before collapsing onto the ground. "Hehe! I might need a senzu after this."
"How about a little magic?" Seris landed near him, hovering her hand over his body. "Thank you for helping us, mister Son Goku.," she winked. "Didn't expect my friend to call you here."
Goku tilted his head toward her, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "I just heard a voice call… He sounded sad."
Seris chuckled, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "Well, you answered the call, and we're grateful. Right, everyone?" She turned to the rest of the group, her hands on her hips, but quickly realized most of them were either out cold or too exhausted to respond.
She looked around, only to see all the others either out of commission or out of breath.
"Hmmm… Well, they'll thank you later," she mused, shrugging before turning her attention back to Goku. "So, any chance you could use your dragon balls to fix everything here?"
"Sure!" Goku said with his trademark grin, but then hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Though, uh, I've got to save my friends on Namek first… They're kinda in trouble."
"No problemo!" Seris replied, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder. Her grin widened as she added, "Just don't forget about us, okay?"
"Deal," Goku said, pushing himself up to sit. His smile widened even further as he added, "Just treat me to a meal when that time comes, hehe…"
"It's good and all, but…" White Rabbit's calm voice cut through, drawing everyone's attention. She stepped forward, her expression tinged with both relief and weariness. "We have to go home now."
"Already?" Lime asked, clinging tightly to Seris with a pout. "But everyone is…"
"Ah, don't worry," White Rabbit said with a wink, her tone reassuring. "Luka will just have to try again. I know it's a lot, but it's not something we can't repair."
The group exchanged glances, exhausted but buoyed by the optimism in her words. The battle was over, but the journey was far from complete.
"So that means you will finally be off our shoes," Seris replied with a smug grin. "Anyway, you should go now. Before another loser comes wrecking things again."
"You don't look very distraught at the world being destroyed," White Rabbit noted.
Seris stood silent for a few seconds before gazing into the distance. "I just… I just figured my Luka would find a way. He has a knack for beating the odds. Speaking of which…" Her tone softened, and she turned her attention to a familiar figure approaching them.
"Ow, ow, ow… I landed on my hand after that blast," he muttered, shaking out his wrist.
Seris's grin returned as she nudged Lime and whispered conspiratorially, "Hey, can I take him? He's so cute~."
"No, you can't," Alice's cold voice interrupted, making Seris jolt in surprise. The Monster Lord stood right behind her, arms crossed, glaring. "I need him."
"What the monster lord said!" Lime replied as well.
Luka blinked between them, utterly confused. "Uh… what's going on?"
"Nothing~" Seris stepped up to him with a slight smile. "So, that's where you leave. Thank you for trying your hardest little hero."
She held her hand over him and patted his head.
Luka blinked again, unsure how to respond to the sudden affection. "Uh… Thank you?"
Seris let out a soft laugh at Luka's confusion, her grin widening. "You're welcome," she said, giving him one last pat on the head before stepping back. "You did well, even if you didn't quite know what was going on."
Luka stood there, still unsure how to feel about the whole situation, but grateful for the help nonetheless. "I didn't do much, honestly. I'm just glad we stopped… well, whatever that was."
Alice stepped up beside him, giving him a reassuring look. "You did more than you think," she said, her voice softening for a moment. "Without you, we wouldn't have made it this far."
Luka offered a small smile, still a little dazed but thankful for Alice's words. The battle was over, but it was clear that there was still much to be done. They had all survived, and in some ways, that felt like a victory.
"Alright," White Rabbit said, her voice snapping back to its usual sharp tone. "As nice as this moment is, it's time for us to go. We've got our own world to go back to, and Luka... well, you have your own journey ahead of you."
"Yeah…" Luka sighed, his thoughts lingering on what had happened and what was yet to come. "I guess I'll have to figure it all out, huh?"
"Don't worry, Luka," Seris added with a wink. "Now it's your turn to save your world. Just do what your heart tells you to do."
"Indeed," Alma Elma chimed in, giving him a reassuring grin. "Besides, you will always have my support Luka-boy~."
With that, the group began to fade away, the strange energy of the Dreamworld lifting as everyone returned to their own realities.
"Good luck, Luka," Seris said, her voice lingering in the air as the world around them began to shift. "You'll need it. Also, take care of Lime, she is a good girl."
And with that, everything disappeared into the swirling energy of the White Rabbit, leaving everyone to continue their own path forward…
With memories of these times echoing like a long distant dream.
Around twenty years later…
In the house of Luka, aka SubLuka…
"Ngh…" a small groan escaped the lips of the man lying in the bed, Luka. The birds chirped, and the light passed through the shutters of his window and everything else was silent.
Rubbing his eyes, he got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. With a flick of his wrist, he opened the faucet, letting water run in a glass. Then, he took a good drink, letting the cool water refresh him as he gazed out the window, watching the soft sunlight stream through the trees outside.
"I had a weird dream…" he said in a raspy voice, his mind jumbled with various events that either made his blood boil or run cold.
He set the glass down on the counter, stretching his arms above his head. It was a matter of time before Seris came back from her vacation, and he still had work to do. Smiling to himself, he walked toward the living room.
As he opened the door, a familiar yet distant scent invaded his nostrils. He opened his eyes, and—
"Let's have a rematch, boy." Vinum, her arms crossed was sitting right in his sofa, smirking at him. Around her, other succubuses were gathered, notably Alma Elma and weirdly enough Seris.
"Oh! He is awake!" the green-eyed girl said as she waved at him. "Hey Luka! Everyone is back!"
…
So this wasn't a dream, huh…
He felt a cold that seeped through his bones to his toes. A cold sweat broke down his forehead as he saw the mess that was going on inside his living room. Alma Elma was playing video games with another succubus that he couldn't even recognize, while others were lazing around like lizards under the sun.
"Oh… No…" he exhaled a shaky breath, his feet planted into the ground. Without hesitation, he quickly snatched the earpiece off a nearby cabinet and dialed Nina's number. "Nina, I'm taking vacations, get me a plane to Japan or anywhere else, I don't care!"
"Huh? You're leaving already?" Seris asked, tilting her head. "You know it's been twenty years for me right? That Goku took so much time reviving you guys!"
"I DON'T CARE! I'M DONE! NO MORE MULTIVERSAL BULLSHIT!"
With that, he ran as fast as he could toward the front door.
"Hey, wait—!"
"NO MORE!! AAAAHHHH!!!" he screamed as he ran and ran in the streets, leaving the house to the succubi there.
"So… Will he come back for my rematch?" Vinum asked.
"I'll… I'll figure out what I can do," Seris replied, stunned by his sudden outburst. "I'll get right back."
With that, she ran after him.
"Lukaaa!! Wait for me!"
Thus ended the multiversal madness that took over their world. However, problems still occurred from time to time as people found ways to cross between worlds.
"I'm sorry for bringing them in!"
Or perhaps it was just the whim of a succubus wanting to surprise her dear friend.
Either way, they lived happily ever after…
The End.