A long time ago on Earth, the “Big 3” manga had existed. However, in Japan, no such thing ever did. Hokori did not care either way. He had his own, which he dubbed the “Big 5.” One of them was more popular in the West yet could only sit in the top 15 in his nation.

So, like instinct, his heart raced tenfold upon seeing his next opponent. Standing before him was a final villain in another story: a cloaked man who could manipulate the future itself. His three red pupils on each eye had stared back.

Hokori walked closer and grinned. “Feels good to be a ‘god,’ eh Y*wach?” He sighed. “Too bad ya won’t find a timeline where my ass gets kicked by ya.”

The man chuckled with a closed mouth. “Such impudence. Perhaps you can show me—”

“Hol’ up, hol’ up!” He raised a finger. “I said you won’t kick my ass. That’s that. Ain’t no need for monologuin’, bruh.”

Yh**ch walked closer. “Hmmm… You don’t seem to understand what you’re—”

“Motherfucker, I said nah!” his grin turned wider. “Throw some fists or shove those up yours!”

The cloaked man remained stoic, yet his soul inflamed. He formed a sword out of thin air and flash-stepped before him. Hokori could clearly see him aiming for the neck. It was like slow motion to him. He delivered a straight punch to the stomach in return. As he expected, the enemy did not turn into red mush.

Y***ch went back unscathed. He dispelled the sword. “I told you already. You don’t know—”

“Oh, I do, bruh. Yes, I do.” He smirked. “In fact, Imma speed blitz like you did.” He disappeared from the area.

The man’s eyes widened, and he smirked back. Before his sight, Hokori’s body parts had scattered everywhere on the floor. However, just as fast, he sweated bullets.

His torso in midair had grown new limbs in under nanoseconds. His attire reformed at the same speed. He put back his black Cordovan from above and chuckled. “Ya ain’t seen nothin’ yet, bruh.”

Yh***h grunted and raised a hand in front. Blue chains came out. “You think you can stop—” A fist greeted his face before he could blink. Luckily, he was unscathed again. Half of the dungeon floor rippled into coarse rock.

Hokori cracked his knuckles and walked closer. As Yh***ch used his eyes again, his body disassembled into a bloody mess but formed back quicker. He chuckled. “Ya don’t get it, do ya? Even when you know what I’ll do, you have no chance for offense. I ain’t lettin’ ya.”

The man clenched his teeth in anger with a hint of fear. “That’s impossible! Every future I picked had you dead on the spot!” His power continued turning Hokori into pulp. Yet, it never worked.

“Hmmm?” Hokori raised an eyebrow. “You mean you foresaw me healing over and over? It seems like ya didn’t listen.” He clenched his fists. “You’ll never find a timeline where I die by your hands. Let alone destroy my drip for good.”

Fear had now clad Y***ch’s entire being. He briefly remembered his right-hand man’s words about his demise. He screamed, and liquid black energy began enveloping the floor. Before long, darkness had clad him alongside yellow eyes. He smiled.

Alas, Hokori showed more teeth. “Now, you’re somewhat fun.” He flash-stepped all over the floor to dodge the flood of energy. When he could not, his fists and kicks would do the jobs.

At that moment, the whole World Tree shook. Even kilometers away, the temporary citizens of Swilvane had felt its wrath.

Yh**ch threw more wave-like attacks in a frenzy. Fear had still clad his soul, even when it got empowered by his world’s god. Then, Hokori threw three punches and a roundhouse kick to his shin. Now, the entire floor was nothing but rubble.

Y***ch stared right at him again to disintegrate his right punch. However, as it returned, he made a grave error. Hokori held an ivory knife longer than his arm. Before he could move, his head became two.

The pooling black energy had slowly drained on the floor. Eventually, it all turned into white dust alongside the cloaked man.

Hokori landed victorious. He stretched 45° backward and touched the ground. “Good thing I never displayed this neat shit.” He clad his arm in hardened calcium briefly. It had been so long, he thought.

He laid on his back, hands behind his neck. He whistled. “Your next fanfic move, Dominus. Show me more.”

Atop the “tree,” the mentioned man breathed in more of his created “copium” substance. At that point, his pulse would not calm. He threw his media collection frantically. “Something… There’s gotta be something!”

As his heart raced, he recalled other foes Hokori had obliterated. Before, he adjusted the dungeon room so it could withstand the power of a God of Destruction. Sadly, he felt the mangaka had failed him. Not even his favorite red-and-black suit character did the job. So, he resorted to weaker characters with specific strengths.

He imagined his own Scouter to recheck Hokori’s most frightening stat. He hoped the digits did not lie, but his eyes had already told a different story. For two minutes, his head spun upon seeing:

1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

He fell off his chair in a daze. His Scouter had given him a quick summary. “One centillion…” he muttered internally. “Three hundred three zeroes.” For a moment, he remembered his childhood stories. It seemed now that his contractor never lied from the start. He toyed with an enemy of the Gods.

He quickly rummaged through his collection again. He hoped anything could stand in his way, lest his foot would crush his face. One by one, he threw away manga, comics, novels, and even video game cases. Moments later, one caught his eyes once more.

As he held a volume, his hands shook. His heart raced, but not of panic. His smile widened, beginning to laugh hysterically. He was mesmerized by the red-caped man with shades on the cover.

“This is it! But I need enough magic.” He went for a copper box inside a drawer. With a syringe in hand, he tied his arm. The agony did not end for five minutes. Once it did, orange veins covered his body. Luckily, he went past the phase of being cooked alive by the virus.

He sat back and closed his eyes tight. All that was left now was his Zenith Corpus state.

Back in the dungeon, Hokori killed time by playing holographic ping pong via The Every Hub. For three hours, nothing happened until the floor turned cold.

He stood up and saw his whole room turn into a dark void of stars. It was like he had gazed at intertwining universes. Faraway, an enormous creature separated space itself like a curtain. Said creature even looked like a galaxy with bright hollow eyes.

Hokori put on his Cordovan. He grinned and chuckled like never before. “Now, this is fun!”

Outside, everyone in Swilvane stood terrified as the World Tree turned into a piece of the cosmos. Doctors and nurses briefly stopped tending to the real fay. They peered beyond the windows with sweat. Behind them, a syringe-holding man neared the children’s section. “That’s too flashy, Dominus.” He phased through the door.

Hokori’s family reunited once more and stood close together. Haruto stepped in front with his new sword alongside Feuer.

Still stuck in the room, Hokori stretched 45° backward again. The cosmic humanoid slowly walked in midair and pointed at him. He chuckled at the massive red light toward him. “Too bright, bruh.” A long side-kick redirected such energy back to the entity; it rotated violently in outer space. He had never felt so alive, clocking at 20% usage.

Dominus decided to be the only spectator in the show. He imagined the world’s softest seat. Any slip-up or distraction, and his said imagination would falter. He breathed heavily, never eyeing anything else.

The humanoid got its footing back, only for another kick to meet its stomach. “So tiny… yet strong,” it looked below as its body bent forward from the impact.

Hokori jumped on a higher level midair and threw a barrage at its planet-sized eye. Still, it hurled its head backward. Then, two more kicks greeted its kneecaps. He stretched as he floated. “Anti-Sp*r*ls sure are somethin’. Especially their king.” He looked intently and grinned. “Show me more! Bring out your Granzeboma!!”

The cosmic entity grinned back. “Amusing….” It obliged his wishes as if instinct. With its new black suit of ‘armor,’ it gained a head for a torso. ‘Eyes’ covered its whole arms.

He smiled and sighed with closed eyes. “Aight… let’s clock at 50%.” His fiery pupils flared subtly. He flash-stepped in midair and went on equal terms with a first clash. Innumerable galaxies around them had turned off.

The Anti-S**r*l had become a little annoyed and resorted to throwing its own barrage. To think someone akin to bacteria before its eyes would sting its hands immensely. Before it could react, its forehead had felt the worst.

Its body rotated once more, but it stopped itself quicker. Its hands grew even more than they ever could and grabbed several galaxies. After they had merged, a multicolored beam flew toward Hokori.

Unfortunately for the enemy, his smile never faded. In a split second, he clad his arms in calcium once more; said limbs grew twice as large. It merely took a double punch to send it all back. The Anti-Sp**al shielded itself. Alas, half of its body had now gone away.

Hokori yawned. “Whaddya say, bruh? Stop jerkin’ ‘round the bush and bring out your Super-Granzeboma? I will hold my breath.” He put his hands behind his neck and lay floating in space.

The Anti-Sp***l’s pride had now reduced to ashes like the left side of its suit. Hatred now filled its heart. “Insolent… wretch!!!” In under seconds, it grew even more massive. Purple streams of energy flared around its body. It was like it had lost its face—now only with a glowing skull.

Immediately, the cosmic entity raised its hand high. Now, atop, an ultra-bright purple drill had formed. It dwarfed even the biggest universes on the playing field.

Once again, Hokori chuckled with a toothy grin. “Finally… my 100%.” Unlike before, his pupils now mimicked an inferno. “Lemme show ya my ‘Gunman.’ My ultimate self! I won’t be as big, though.”

Spectator Dominus chuckled as well, but of malice. He laughed and sighed. “Oh, you dumbfuck… just ‘cause you’re at full power doesn’t mean you can stop its Giga Drill Brea—”

The Scouter caught his eye. Primal fear haunted him again. He sweated a river upon looking at the digits; his breathing worsened. “Six hundred zeros? But how!? That’s the long-scale version of the number!”

He looked closer at the battlefield. Hokori’s current state almost made his eyes turn white. However, he could not afford to lose concentration. His imagination should stay even in death.

The mentioned archmage now had a sleek skeletal armor. As every plate formed, it had flushed with blood until it glowed crimson. Hokori grew the size of a mansion, and his eyes set ablaze like wildfire. Before the final act commenced, he pointed at the Anti-S*i**l with his head cocked.

“Tell me somethin’, bruh. Can you count—to a centillion—in ten seconds?”