The demons and horrors under the command of this indescribable mass were all taken aback. From a persevering being but advocating life, I had become an appallingly dangerous entity and without any distinction of good or evil. I had a deep hatred for all that is and is not, I had become the archetype of what is the more threatening. My simple gaze could stomp the soul of anyone who dived into it, it was no longer Yung Lung it was about, but something much more horrifying. For good reason, 80% of the enemy army succumbed to the simple emanation of my rage, I would have been surprised at such a drastic evolution, but that was to me in the current state of things completely indifferent. I just wanted to end it all, these monsters who had attempted the life of the one for whom my life was less important.

Surprised to say the least, the gaseous entity continued its continuous creation of xenochronian horrors. His armies now numbered twice those I had decimated. I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, my blood boiled like molten lava. And after a short time, something happened to me. Something even more appalling. My proud straw hat began to crumble and my skin hardened, to an unknown impenetrable material. Devoid of any control over myself, I began an involuntary transformation into an abomination surpassing the Darkness Dimension in terms of dread. My muscles swelling, my skin hardening, my physique improving, I became a creature of darkness that I never expected to become. I still looked more or less similar to what I initially was, but in much more savage and dangerous. My fury wouldn't stop until I was done with this walking burden. Rushing through the heap without a single plan, I laid waste to every demon within my range.

No longer speaking, I was obsessed with the desire for revenge, the same that had just overwhelmed me following the disappearance of the one I loved so much. I no longer had a strategy, I no longer used my Pepsi stands, only savagery occupied my mind. I could still harvest the data of everything I saw, without even thinking, going so far as to grant myself the powers of this garbage instead of just copying it. Colossi, usually more or less threatening, were massacred in a laughable manner without their skills. It was distressing and laughable, so much power and so little intellect, there was something to be jealous of. But on the other hand, the madness that animated me had taken away any particle of modesty, jealousy or friendship. I was now only a machine good at destroying everything and absolutely reducing everything to nothing, without distinction of the opponent. In my fury, I myself devastated the Lost Idyll, my dimension which was so dear to me and where I had founded brave and magnificent ecosystems. But all this didn't matter anymore, all was only good to disappear under my ultimate wrath.

Whether death was sweet to them or not, all that mattered to me was to see these infamies disappear from my sight which had dared to take away everything I held dear. Dragons, demons, horrors, all disappeared in front of me. I robbed them, then I exploded them. A good man would have been shocked, a pure psychopath would have been amused, but I had neither of these two reactions. It was like an in-between, I was once again occupied by an indecent rage forcing me to destroy and kill everything. In front of me, everything was in the background only a buffet, where I brought mercy.

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[ Euthanazi ]

Classification : Xenochronian horror

[ Skills ]

• Fuliginous Euthanasia •

- Details : Once activated, this skill poisons everyone around the user. If nothing is done, the target dies and cannot be resurrected.

• Xeno-Cremation •

- Details : The user generates a burning fire until the target's data. Prevents any regeneration, resurrection or means to escape and return from this torture.

[ Natural Talent ]

• Aryanochronia •

- Details : Doubles the power of attacks against weaknesses and halves opponent resistances.

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And another.

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[ Soul-Death ]

Classification : Xenochronian horror

[ Skills ]

• Substenance •

- Details : Develops a veil around the user, reflecting attacks and continuously healing ⅒ of life.

• Xeno-Styx Devastation •

- Details : If the user attacks after the opponent, this attack is 3 times more powerful and has 30% chance to banish the latter into a dimension of torturing chaos for eternity.

[ Natural Talent ]

• Mirific Ostentation •

- Details : A mysterious power protects the user from anything to which he has no weakness. Any attack that threatens the life of the user is seen to be half as powerful thereafter.

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And yet another.

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[ Everstones Crocoslide ]

Classification : Xenochronian horror

[ Skills ]

• Extinction Biosphere •

- Details : Summons a gigantic greenish bubble filled with animals and greenery. When it explode, it pours unlimited marshy water in all the surroundings.

• Xeno-Crocodylus Agony •

- Details : The user unleashes a thunderous roar causing anyone to hear it agonize. Within 10 minutes of hearing this cry, death occurs.

[ Natural Talent ]

• Monster Rivalry •

- Details : Ignores the opposing statistics changement and allows to strikes and takes damage without taking into account the opponent's Attack and Defense boosts.

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There were still other creatures, each more boring than the last. I didn't care about all of these things though, I was too focused on extinguishing what I saw. Whatever the Natural Talents, I was going over them in a really nonchalant way. In reality, what I was aiming for was very specific. Though I would pulverize whatever stood in my way, I was heading straight for that shapeless mass that had ordered all this chaos. However, the more I went, the more the thing back out. It was as if I was walking on the spot, my directions were biased and I was just standing still. However, the demons paraded well around, I was in a spatial sleight of hand that I had not considered. It got on my nerves, and after a while I started running. Running, running, running, as if my life depended on it. But my life, her goal, ended with the death of my beloved. Despite my mind clouded with revenge, I still had that intense sadness inside me, that same sadness that I had felt at the disappearance ... of Inomite.

Finally, I was able to escape this infinite space loop by wrenching reality in front of me and could continue my race. This time, I didn't stop running, I was sprinting non-stop in the direction of my ultimate enemy. The latter looked at me more seriously than before, with an air much more virulent and deep. Obviously, he had no face or anything to identify any emotion, but I knew it, I knew deep down that was what he was feeling. The closer I got, the fewer demons were sent. Whether it was from the will of the entity or through gradual weakening was unknown to me, but I knew I had to take this opportunity to go against it and do everything to finish it off. It was my only desire and goal at the moment. However, I felt something strange in the air, although I was in a mad mania, something strange was going on. But unlike before, I wasn't particularly concerned about this and kept going for it.

Once not far from the entity, I sensed the danger she represented, but I was far too full of hatred to feel oppressed by this instigator of disasters. Looking at her with all my resentment, I stored up this most negative energy and delivered all of my anger towards this filthy being who had done so much wrong. The assault I delivered was so intense that all xenochronian horrors were swept away as well as all the remains of the Lost Idyll, nothing remained and my personal dimension was completely destroyed, leaving only me within a dark vastness and empty. Finally alone, nothing remained, even the demonic entity that had caused me so much pain was no longer there. Somewhat appeased, I felt a strong feeling of weariness and questioned myself on the sequence of events. What am I going to do next? Why did all this happen? What was the goal? What will become of me in the end, me who lost everything?

When suddenly, I saw a bright light in the distance. It made me think of that moment when this divine deity had rescued me from the Darkness Dimension, I literally owed her everything I have after all. Walking in her direction, I caught that sparkling glow and gazed at her beauty. My instinct then panicked, he who had not manifested during all this time of fury, and warned me that I should not have done that. Too late. A dazzling light flooded over me then and the next moment I found myself in a strange, somewhat familiar place. After observation, this place was even far too familiar. Demons here and there of a cosmos set on fire and blood, I had returned to this Lost Idyll bruised by the fighting, the one I had yet left there a very short time ago. It was unbelievable, I found myself in a dimension that I had pulverized, at a most revolting moment, given that I had been sent exactly the moment Inomite had arrived in the Lost Idyll, in the clawed hand of this vile demon. As before, my blood swirled and froze. I had the unpleasant feeling of reliving the worst moment of my life, and it was.

Instantly, I headed in the direction of this scum that was holding my soul mate, hoping to save her, but my movements were suddenly jerky and then stopped. I couldn't move, I had been completely anchored in my position, forced to see Inomite in the distance suffer the same fate. Unbearable, it was literally unbearable, much worse than before. Unlike when I was involuntarily paralyzed at the sight of something as appalling as what I was seeing there, I was now intentionally blocked so as not to interfere. Who was responsible for it? Why did I have to reliving this again? What purpose ? During this torture, the same sordid feelings ran through me, I absolutely wanted not to have to relive this scene. When suddenly, I heard a gruesome voice over my shoulder, something cold, frozen, which made me feel extremely unhealthy.

>

I couldn't turn around, I was paralyzed. The only thing I knew was that the thing that whispered these horrible words to me was not well advised. Who was she? My Soda-powers, my Pepsi stands, nothing was able to help me anymore, I was helpless in the face of this mysterious superior entity. Standing there, powerless to do anything and against my will, I was forced to see that facial punch that had shocked me so much. After her new disappearance, I was able to resume my freedom of movement and turned around immediately. But nothing, there was absolutely nothing behind me. Another suspicious thing, the scene had unfolded without my presence, it was in every way the same but I was not there. What did that mean? Why was I not there? Suddenly, the whole dimension became black again and I found myself again in this dark and meaningless space. I didn't understand anything, I didn't know why I had to relive it all. It was then that the same light source reappeared.

I was now fixed and sure of one thing: I had been trapped in a kind of loop where I relived the same painful moment over and over. It was cruel, infamous, despicable, but the scene had triggered when I had grabbed that devious orb, so I just had to not grab it to not relive it. However, at any moment, the light disappeared. Puzzled, I felt a sharp heat in my hand and watching it, I had a vision of horror. My hand sparkled with a surprisingly frightening glow, and against my will, I was once again transported to the illusory ruins of my dimension. This went on many times, despite my many improvements, I was forced to relive that fateful moment a thousand times. Millions of times. Billions of times. Despite my incredible adaptability, I could never come to terms with seeing Inomite disappear. It was too much of a burden for me, and yet I have experienced countless abominable things in my uncertain existence.

With each of these difficult experiences, that same voice came to me. She said various abject things to me, but surprisingly never the same twice. > All these awful things didn't get to me, I was way beyond mere words. I retained each of these derogatory remarks, each never spoke directly of Inomite, only about when she was killed or my inability to protect what I love. Until the day of my 17.892.456.700th, when after yet another visual torture, that irritating voice came to me again in an ever so chilling way.

>

My thoughts stopped at that moment. After more than 17 billion repeats, this was the very first time I had heard the voice speak directly of Inomite, which is more under its old name in the lands of the Cloturators. I could strangely move my head, and I was able to turn the latter in order to see. I don't know if this was a good idea, but I turned anyway, and what I saw was excruciating. With some trepidation, however, I was not ready to see a familiar figure behind my back, hunched over like something dreadful and nightmarish. She was even an intimate figure more than just familiar. Seeing Inomite behind my back, I was scared and fell backwards. I could move again, but I was paralyzed. Inomite was there, in front of me, floating in the air with an insidious expression. I wasn't fooled though, it seemed far too unlikely that Inomite didn't die and orchestrated all of this. I especially didn't want to admit it and design it. I was torn between a lot of divergent emotions, the current events were much too obscure.

>

Inomite, or at least what looked like it, speaked things with a sly and deceitful air, it was a heinous way of making me succumb to madness. I, who no longer felt the concept of fear, was perpetually tormented by something unknown that was deliberately overriding my resistances and immunities without my being able to do anything. I had never experienced such a thing, it was horrible to feel so helpless.

>

I pretended to cover my ears so that I couldn't hear her words, but her voice reached my mind directly. All my powers, they no longer existed, I had nothing left to even pretend to compete in the face of adversity. Would I have been trapped the very instant I rescued Inomite in the lands of the Cloturators? Or before? Have all these moments of happiness been put together was a joke? Thoughts rushed into my head abruptly, I didn't know what to think.

>

Usually beyond mere words, hearing them directly from the mouth of an Inomite-like creature was suddenly more painful. I prayed that it would stop.

>

It was still just as unacceptable, the pain transcended my ability to take that kind of damage. Until the thing said one thing that made me react.

>

She had just made a mistake, a big mistake. I asked her what she had just said, removing my hands from my face. Surprised, Inomite repeated her words, for the sole purpose of carrying out his quest for suffering. Standing up with difficulty, I stood facing this thing, straight and determined. It was definitely a trap against me, a most crass trap. Inomite, as devious and prepared as she was, could not have known where I came from. In the event that she was actually in command of the world of Cloturators and her role as a survivor was just a lure, she should have known that I was not from her chaotic world. I was shocked that despite all this time I spent being manipulated by this entity, she had just made such a big blunder, it was almost too easy. Seeing that my determination had just taken a huge spike, the creature was unsettled. Her moral tortures no longer had the same effect and she struggled to maintain her form which made me suffer so much. It was then that, as in a gesture of last resort, she uttered an insane scream.

The surrounding reality then shattered, and we were sent to another place much less empty but just as dreadful. A dimension whitish as possible with, in its bottom, an abyssal black hole continuously absorbing the surrounding light. I was shaken by this abrupt change of location, but I was even more shocked to see the stormy entity, the one against whom all my hatred was once expressed, in front of me, again and ready to do battle. I was not ready, but the giant thing immediately launched hostilities, so I instinctively put myself in a position of self-defense. My instinct. I felt it much more clearly now, it was like going back to basics. I did not yet have full control of my old powers, but I felt the power rushing into me fervently.

Before it happened to me, I did a quick survey of what was in front of me. I remembered what was wrong with her, a lot in itself, but I shouldn't make any mistakes. I had never really fought against this creature of evil except before his entry into the Lost Idyll, and I don't think you can really call it a real confrontation given her superiority at the time. I saw her approach like a tidal wave that would overwhelm entire civilizations, even the proudest fighters would run out of courage to even consider advancing deliberately towards this titanic mass. But I am not a fighter or something equivalent, I am a nonchalant, mysterious, and purely illogical being. I wear a dimensional straw hat, a sleeveless vest, and a scarf hiding almost my entire face. Why ? I don't know myself, and despite Inomite's now sad absence by my side, I had to continue this existential quest to at least honor her memory.

I had a deep respect for the one who had been around me all this time, I knew her pure at first sight and it is not a vulgar illusion like this that could have tipped my scales. It was then that the thing, in its tracks, took on the appearance of Inomite again. She wanted purely and simply to make me fall back into the trap, was she definitely that little smart? Although I knew evidently that she was not the one I have always loved, seeing her image so deteriorated and tainted revolted me. Suddenly, the transformed entity saw me disappear. Not understanding, she saw me again a few inches from her, in an attack position. I myself had moved lightly in his direction, my expression was fuliginous.

NEVER soil her again !!

With an overpowered lariat, I sprayed her with what served as her throat. Flying a great distance, the thing resumed its immaterial appearance without her understanding why. Looking at me, she saw me shine with a glow that she had in her possession a short time ago. In no time, I quickly regained my powers and was finally in a position to fight. The evil entity stirred frantically and then resumed its charge, however in a way far more savage and devastating. I had recovered everything, whether it was my skills, my Soda-powers, the ones I had stolen from the enemies of yesteryear, or my precious Pepsi stands. I summoned, seeing that the entity was arriving, all my Pepsi stands in order to be prepared as well as possible. But instead of seeing Pepsi Modira and Pepsi Metalica popping up, a relatively thin silver entity with a protruding chest came to me.

I couldn't believe it was a new Pepsi stand at a time like this. What disturbed me the most was that this Pepsi stand was feminine, yet the Pepsi stands are manifestations of my pure essence. However, I did not have time to dwell on this detail that the demonic entity quickly arrived at me. Using the powers of this new Pepsi stand, I was able to counter my nemesis. Waving my arm towards the thing with the hand in front of, in the blocking position, the dark monster's assault was parried and sent away. In the most total misunderstanding, it was obviously the first time that someone thwarted her plans, it pissed her off. Well aware that the parades I was making only increased her fury, I calmly considered a solution. It was then that in my reflection, the female Pepsi stand booth leaned towards me and put her long sharp hand on my shoulder. Even without a face, I recognized in this metaphysical being a protective and tender temperament. A crazy thought crossed my mind when I saw this, but I focused again and quickly on the angry beast.

With the help of this new Pepsi stand, which I affectionately named Pepsi Steel Goddess, I sent back the opposing assaults where they came from. His mastery of melee combat helped me particularly well in the confrontation I experienced with this entity of darkness, which for some reason that escaped me, had taken humanoid form to fight me, a kind of relatively close feminine appearance of Inomite, but it was as if she couldn't transform into her. Quite mysterious choice, but it was rather favorable to me. After a while, I saw the opposing entity slow down, as if they were out of breath. I braked mine as well and pulled back, looking at her pityingly. I told her to stop there considering the state she was in, she had done too much damage for a goal that I still could not grasp. Was it just to see me in pain? Or bring chaos to the world here and there like a most basic villain? It couldn't just be the second solution, given how I have felt surrounded for thousands of years. The entity then got up after kneeling and whispered a few words.

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Pepsi Steel Goddess then moved without an order and gave an overpowered uppercut on the top of the entity's skull, sending it fluttering down. I was surprised at this Pepsi stand's own awareness, it wasn't like Pepsi Shooter the first time he asked me for a name of himself in the Wild Lands, it's like this Pepsi stand didn't me belong. But why did I have it in this case? Teleporting me to the entity, sended 100 places lower, we contemplated me and my female sidekick from afar. We wore the same expression of dismay at an enemy who was obviously weak in the absence of some of his powers. Especially since normally the entity should have all its powers, would it be only me who had become much stronger? To the point of outclassing all her passive and active powers? I looked at Pepsi Steel Goddess, who also looked at me. She seemed to give me a smile, but in the absence of a mouth, it was difficult to determine. I was now sure that something suspicious was emanating from this new Pepsi stand, not necessarily negatively.

Looking at the evil entity again, I made a decision that might have seemed irrational to many people instead of me. Going to her, I looked at her, quite weakened, and left her the choice. Either she disappeared, saved her life but no longer had any power, or I wiped her out here and now, erasing her from the existence of this world. She looked at me in turn, as if upset, and began to sob. I had in front of me an all-black girl, with some purple reflections, who was once a titanic incorporeal creature at the head of entire armies. What could have happened to make her so? Taking advantage of this moment in my thoughts, she wiped away her crocodile tears and jumped on me. It was just a lure in case I let my guard down, and though weakened, she still possessed dangerous powers. Noticing that she was starting to move into my position, I started to shield myself, but she was too close. I was then joined by Pepsi Steel Goddess, who lent me her strength.

She leaned on me, her boobs against my back, and put her hands above mine, looking at me. I got the message, I had to use his strength and do my best. Then overwhelmed by the might of a whole new power, I created a devastating counterattack that had the drastic effect of canceling her assault. Having just missed her surprise attack, the creature panicked and pulled away, she didn't know what to do. Or at least, she let the feeling. I had in any case evaded many potentially fatal attacks through an entity just as mysterious as my attacker. Seeing the helplessness with which the thing that had caused me so much harm was overwhelmed, I thought that this thousand-year-old fight was finally over. But I was still naive. The creature, the monster, the entity, in short the thing that I considered much weaker than before, was in reality not really more weakened, it was obviously looking for the right moment to end it once and for all and take me with her.

Sure enough, I suddenly saw her body light up and an obnoxious smile drawn across her face. It stirred hatred and rejection in me again, as when I had first seen it in the form of a giant stormy cluster. But this time, no madness, I could see that it was a kamikaze mission that she had just undertaken.

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My instincts panicked and even without his intervention, I made the more than judicious decision to run away as far as possible. I will have put my head to decide that the explosion to come was not trivial and basic, it was a safe bet that it would be colossal. Titanic. Gargantuan. Then came the said explosion. It was so strong that it blew out the very limits of the dimension we were in and spanned neighboring dimensions. Predictable my faith, but no less powerful than I was thinking. Even though I was fast, I felt the breath of fire emitted by the detonation catching me more and more. Then came the moment when the explosion caught up with me, its distribution was far too fast and I could not get out in time. Billions of dimensions had passed through it, a real dread. I saw and felt in a flash the fire of the blast, its heat, its light, overwhelm and engulf me. I believed in my end, and it had visibly arrived.