The Strongest Transcendent In History Is The Strongest
Chapter 23: Reflection?
Reflection Manipulation.User can create, shape and manipulate reflections, by controlling and/or using mirrors and/or reflecting surfaces that can be used to reflect/redirect attacks. Users can turn the reflections into real objects/beings, turn mirrors and reflections into prisons, storage-places or dimensions of their own use, manipulate space inside reflections, and so on.
Hanshasōsa flashed a confident grin, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "This is my trump card. Let's see how you handle this!" With a sudden burst of force, he propelled himself forward, delivering a punch that sent me hurtling straight into the vastness of space.
Unfazed, I casually responded, "Not bad at all," as I swiftly regained my footing among the stars. I ascended rapidly, daring him to come at me. "Come at me then," I taunted, my voice steady and mocking.
His grin widening, Hanshasōsa declared, "Very well!" and lunged directly at me, raising his knees in an attempt to drive them into my gut.
In a calm tone, I remarked, "Hmm, how intriguing, but it's going to require more than that to bring me down." With quick reflexes, I caught his knees mid-attack and countered with a precise, sharp kick aimed at the back of his head.
"Impressive indeed," Hanshasōsa replied, just as casually, as he ducked under my kick and executed a sweeping leg maneuver, aiming to take me off balance.
"Hmm, not bad at all," I said calmly as I jumped over his sweeping motion. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed his arm and yanked him toward me, landing a powerful punch directly into his gut.
Though he managed to block my strike, the force of the blow pushed him back, prompting an impressed response. "Talk about power!" he exclaimed, struggling to regain his composure.
"There's much more where that came from," I replied nonchalantly. My body absorbed the backlash of my own attack, but the adrenaline surged within me, and I continued to unleash blow after relentless blow.
Hanshasōsa smirked, "I'm not finished yet!" He swiftly caught my next punch and regained his footing with impressive speed, readying himself for another round.
"Wait, what the—?" I exclaimed, surprised by his sudden resurgence
With a fierce glint in his eye, Hanshasōsa shouted angrily, "Take this!" He launched a punch that propelled me through another dimension, sending me spiraling through an otherworldly landscape filled with shifting colors and chaotic energies.
I say in a calm, measured tone, "He got stronger?" But before I have the chance to fully brace myself for what comes next, his punch connects with me—a strike that is not merely characterized by brute force, but by an extraordinary weight that warps the very fabric of reality itself. The impact sends me careening through the dimensional veil, as if I've been thrust into an alternate realm beyond comprehension. Yet, the instant I find myself tumbling into this strange new expanse, I realize that something is fundamentally amiss.
The surroundings are nothing like what I had known before; they are distorted and surreal. Vivid colors merge and bleed into shapes that defy logic, coalescing into forms that should never exist in the physical world. Time itself feels like a living entity, pulsing and flickering in an erratic rhythm that leaves me disoriented. Planets drift lazily by like forgotten thoughts—hollow remnants of ideas lost in the cosmos. Every element in this space resonates with a profound sense of disarray, as if the natural laws governing existence here were inscribed in a language on the verge of oblivion. I take a deep breath, recognizing that what I have entered isn't merely another dimension. No, it is something far deeper, far older, and much more shattered than I could have ever anticipated.
"Tch… figures." I mutter under my breath, acknowledging the chaotic reality before me with a hint of irritation. As I gather my bearings mid-air, I find myself skimming across an ocean of shimmering stardust and uneven fragments of gravity that pull in myriad directions. With newfound determination, I erupt forth into motion, launching myself ahead at a speed that outstrips light itself, a force driven not merely by physical prowess but by a resolute spirit honed through countless battles that have spanned the ages.
CRACK! The staggering moment my forehead crashes against his in a violent headbutt is electrifying—not just because of the contact, but due to the sheer depth of my conviction that fuels the blow. It is a culmination of every hardship faced, every trial endured, all crystallized into this singular point of contact birthed from a spirit forged in the crucible of infinite conflict. We don't merely collide; we shatter the very boundaries of not just planets, but entire concepts of existence, splintering them like fragile glass. As we crash through world after world, each realm crumbles behind us like a house of cards caught in a storm, leaving a wake of annihilation that suggests our struggle has rippled out into the very core of reality itself.
"No! I won't lose to you!" Hanshasōsa roared defiantly, righting himself after being knocked through the celestial bodies around us. With lightning reflexes, he countered my assault, sending the attack back at me.
I grunted in pain, "That hurt," realizing too late the consequences of my own power.
"Haha! It's over!" Hanshasōsa grinned wickedly. Channeling his energy, he conjured a concentrated attack of magical energy, and hurled it downwards. The resulting explosion lit up the cosmos, engulfing everything in an unparalleled blast that sent shockwaves rippling through space.
Yet, as the dust began to settle, I rose from the wreckage with renewed determination. "No, it's not over yet. Since you've revealed your trump card, it's time I unveil mine." I raised my hands towards the ominous expanse of space, dark energy swirling around me like a tempest, enshrouding everything in an unfathomable void.
Hanshasōsa's eyes widened in utter shock. "What the heck is this?" he stammered, sensing the gravity of what I was about to unleash.
With an unsettling calmness, I responded, "This is the trump card I summon only when existence itself becomes too loud to bear... Ultimate Oblivion." The name resonated with foreboding significance. "This is the ultimate attack of annihilation. It transcends mere power, magic, destruction, and even annihilation. It is the silence that surrounds the end of all stories, the erasure of erasure, the death of meaning itself. This… is Ultimate Oblivion—an attack that surpasses every conceivable limit."
As I spoke, reality around us began to tremble, caught in the shadows of the dark energy. Hanshasōsa's shock morphed into fear, "No! What are you planning?!"
A sadistic grin twisted my lips as I proclaimed, "As long as creation exists, so too does annihilation. I embody annihilation itself. And this is your ultimate oblivion."
Then—I brought it down. The moment it made contact, time seemed to stand still. There was no explosion, no shockwave, not even the peaceful silence that follows destruction. Instead, there was an utter absence. Reality did not shatter; it simply vanished. An unfathomable force, one that existed beyond infinite concepts and scales, unfurled. It obliterated not just space, but the very notions of time, matter, and thought—erasing the essence of their existence. Every dimension collapsed into a non-state, each law of existence was revoked instantaneously, like a flick of a divine switch.
At that moment, Hanshasōsa did not just die; he ceased to have ever been. Nothing remained of him—no echo, not even a memory of his existence. The battlefield, the skies, the void below—they were all obliterated. There were no witnesses, no remnants. There was nowhere for anything to return to, for everything had been erased.
This was not mere death; it was not destruction or entropy. It was true oblivion, the concept made manifest. It was the stark truth that everything born must eventually end—an inevitable consequence of existence. Creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin, yet now there was no balance left. Only silence.
Even the silent law of the cosmos—the very balance that governed creation—had been unmade. The idea of balance, of opposition, was unraveling. All that remained was the void, the silence after all stories had been told, where even the concept of 'ending' no longer existed. What stood before me was not just annihilation; it was oblivion incarnate—the absence of absence, the ultimate erasure, the cessation of not just existence but the fundamental nature of existence itself. Now, in this unyielding void, there was only silence.
To be continued...