A man in his youth, stood by, his hands grasping something I looted in the past.

A piece of metal, so dark that it makes even the deepest of tunnels pale in comparison. You could call it a black jewel, an embodiment of complete darkness. Or perhaps, its actual one. A piece of the phantasm itself. A metal said to be fought for by even the strongest of gods.

It was actually fine since I had no use for it. However, what I couldn't overlook was his meathod of doing so. Just to get that piece of metal I used to support the matress, he wrecked the entire house.

"Are you perhaps the one in possession of this metal?" the phantasm lord asked.

I had to know what he was. Earth?Water? Parts of the elements? Or was he major ones like darkness and light? Probably the later.

Then, the only reason he would be trying to gather phantasm pieces, would either be to make a weapon to break through into the void realm? Or, could he be trying to do something else?

Each time a being breaks into another realm, as in its entire exsistence integrates into the other realm, it'll gain an increase in strength.

If it was something like the embodiment of a specific thing, that thing would recieve an increase in the world. That was why, major ones like life, death, darkness , light and disaster. are things that would be better off retaining in its current position. Or its counter balance has to increase along with it as well.

"Yes" I replied.

"Oh that's wonderful child! Could you tell me something else? For example, the location of a big shiny and black ball? It has a sort of purpleish glow to it, and occasionally throbs," he asked.

Oh. So he wants the heart of The beast.

I wonder what for, he definetly wasn't trying to revive it to break through the void realm right? On another note, the heart is used for sustaining the fire for the barbeque pit, so it was basically something like an infinite burning charcoal. I think I still left it there?

"Nah. Don't know, however what I do know is this..." I said, as I grabbed him by the face.

It had a sort of misty feel to it, as though my hand would pass through. Yet, perhaps a bonus effect of my skill, I was able to grasp him. Causing his eyes to widen in shock.

"I don't think anyone would like his house being wrecked." I told him, as I threw him as far as possible, towards the opposite direction of the academic city.

So, after a dungeon of Solomon, I'll get to fight with a phantasm lord. Nice. It was actually starting to feel sort of fun.

I wonder, if he could take my full force.

A black aura swarmed the area, as he appeared once more.

Black. Oh. So he was death.

"Who are you?" He cautiously asked.

"Dominic." I replied.

Perhaps, in the past, meeting with a phantasm lord would be extremely hard. Fighting one would probably cost me something. I wouldn't lose, not like people like me can lose, however it'll probably cost me something. An arm, a leg, or possibly even both.

Thinking about it, being a potato god does give amazing benefits. I wonder what benefits other gods recieve?

"I've heard of people like you. Beings with way too much strength appearing at random parts of the mortal realm." death smiled.

"Its my first time meeting one. I want to see how strong are they as rumored really. Life did keep boasting of defeating one after all..." he continued.

I leapt away, over the forest across the river. Into the middle of a dessert. Thousands of kilometers in a single jump. What disgusting strength, if I had to say so myself.

Death quickly followed.

His black looming aura swarmed right over, and I dodged to the left and right. Upon contact with a cactus, I notice it instantly dying, having reached the point of death.

That was nasty.

"You scared? Afraid of dying?" death taunted.

There was no reason to reply to taunts in the first place. I jumped forward, faster than light should be able to follow. The sand below erupted and flooded the forest near the desert. Death appeared to be able to react. He was slow, however, he was probably the first being that could see my attacks comming.

My fist landed upon his face. His body dipassitated in that momment to avoid damage, however his form remained intact for some reason he was unsure of.

The air erupted in a mess, as the sands were blown up again. Revealing countless monsters that died from the impact beneath.

Death struck back, his aura tried to wrap around me, however, I jumped to the side and avoided it.

I had no way to tell if I could actually defeat that with my Almighty strength.

"Heh. You're not that bad." Death smiled.

"I think I'll have to get a tad bit serious now." he said.

His youthful figure dissapeared. Replaced by a skeleton where black rags floated around his body. A scythe made out of his black aura was held in his hands. He swung it. With much faster agility than before, a black aura swarmed over with each swing of his scythe.

Scary scary.

However, I continued to head forward. I didn't dare to hit with my full strength. The city might still be affected. Instead, focussing on getting him as far as possible, I directed my force 45 degrees upwards, and slammed it into his boney figure.

He retaliated, but I evaded.

Jumping along after him, I kicked him as far as possible. The land below still managed to be scraped off massively from the pressure.

A black chain was swung at me, and I allowed it to carry me away as well.

Instead of whatever place he might land up in, I saw a portal open up and swollow me within. To a place where everything was dark. White glowing things floated adrift here and there.

"As a price for making me go all out, I welcome you! To my very own dimension! The dimension of death!" a voice came out from the surroudings.

"In which, the momment you came in, you have already lost!" death crackled.

A random scythe appeared out of nowhere and flew towards me. I broke it with my fist.

"Ooh nice one! How about this?" Death laughed, as countless more came.

Do I have to use it?

If I was in his dimmension. That means that his power alone was sustaining this place. So... let's see how much of his dimmension he can still mantain.

I hit against the solid ground. With my full force, of course.

Everything shattered.

"Gah!" I heard a scream, as the space where I was in broke.

I notice death manupilating his system, as we came back falling in the mortal realm.

DEATH POV

Message to LIFE: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU BEAT THIS KIND OF PEOPLE

I sent a message to my rival in hopes of desperation.

Reply: Lol. You actually tried?

That damn bitch. She was just showing off?!

I had him in my dimmension. In it I was supposed to be the strongest. Everything in it was my playing ground. I could even sink him in the sea of deep regret whenever I pleased. And yet, what kind of ridiculous strength was able to completely shatter it all at once?!

Regardless, I still had my appearence to maintain. No matter how weak I may be.

"Not..." as I started to try and say Not Bad, a fist smashed against my face yet again. It hurt it really did. It was a force capable of destroying mountains with ease.

Now, I was laid down.

Man.

Why did I even try. He was just some bullshit character. Broken doesn't even begin to describe him.

From LIFE: Oh right, they have a glowing ability thing, even if you somehow manage to defeat their raw stats, That thing is just gonna defeat you. PS: If you got erased, I'll be both LIFE AND DEATH now.

Well that's great, more helpful messages.

Like hell I'm gonna just take a beating! If I'm gonna die I'll at least take you down! I declared mentally.

Yet, I was unable to move.

Oh. Why can he grip mist like its solid? That just makes no sense!

Ridiculous. Completely nonsensensical.

And here I laid, upon the broken crust of the planet after being pummled through the sea bed, with its water vapourized. I felt the magma on my back, as the crust of the planet had been punctured.

The power of death from the dead fishes and sea creatures flowed into me.

Ah.

I'm back!

I rose up. However, I didn't try to fight. Instead doing something extremely cowardly, I tried to flee. Screw reviving the beast. If I'm gonna be erased none of that even mattered.

Yet, I was still in his grasp.

Oh.

Mercy.