Kadoc looked around nervously. "Should… should we stop them?"
Jin-Woo shook his head once.. "Nope. Better settle it now. Liabilities need to be dealt with as soon as possible."
Kadoc looked like he was still considering stepping in—but one glance at Daybit's face made him take a cautious step back.
Daybit's tone was calm. Focused. "I already said what I've hidden. Jin-Woo provided the way. Now I walk it."
Ophelia stepped forward, her voice laced with both emotion and frustration. "Is that really what you want? To become the villain of the world… just because of some sphere Marisbury created? CHALDEAS might be dangerous, but is this worth it?"
Daybit didn't blink. "You have No idea what it will become. The Force showed me the future."
From the side,
Jin-Woo let out a low breath, arms crossed. "Fair warning. The Force is a bitch when it comes to showing the future, Daybit."
Daybit glanced his way, unfazed. "Therefore… there's still a probability it will reach there. Even if it's only one out of a thousand paths. That's one too many."
Kirschtaria stepped forward, his tone level but laced with tension. "I was already suspicious that Marisbury committed suicide rather than being killed. And … I'm aware of his true nature. But I'm not here to dissect the past. And you're right about one thing—Jin-Woo doesn't interfere with anyone's business… unless you poke him first."
Daybit didn't respond immediately. He just stared at the ground, the Force still coiling faintly around him.
"Jin-Woo is the type who treats everything like a transaction. A businessman to the core. He doesn't help anyone for free"
"The only entity capable of hijacking CHALDEAS was Offensive Bias. But even that wasn't enough. Not enough for a surefire safeguard. Even if Jin-Woo guaranteed it could be killed by my own hands… no. I still don't believe it's that simple."
Ophelia narrowed her eyes. "So you getting cured of your memory problem just added more problems for us."
Daybit didn't even glance her way.
But Kirschtaria held up a hand. "I'm not finished talking, Daybit," he said, firm. "When the Alien God descends, I will be there. I will use the Force… combine it with my magecraft. Together, we can fend it off. I will turn my Lostbelt into reality. My world will rise. A place where everyone becomes gods… and no one needs to die."
Daybit slowly turned his head toward him. "That is… if things go the way you believe. But you haven't counted everything."
"You haven't factored in Chaldea. The data we were provided… about Ritsuka Fujimaru."
Jin-Woo's brow twitched.
Daybit's voice dropped. "I searched deeper. I rewrote the simulations. All the data was false. Distorted. Possibly planted."
Ophelia stiffened. Kirschtaria's eyes sharpened.
Daybit continued,. "And what I saw… what I fear… is that Ritsuka may possess something very close to your power, Jin-Woo. A force… that mimics the Shadow Monarch."
He turned his gaze toward Jin-Woo with unsettling clarity. "Let me make a theory."
Everyone around went quiet as he spoke.
"When you were in the snowy plains of England," Daybit began, "you stood still—tense. At that moment, you looked toward the Chaldea base. At the same time, Ritsuka Fujimaru looked back at you."
Jin-Woo's eyes narrowed slightly.
Daybit continued. "You both froze. Two beings sensing one another across the snow. You wanted to kill each other on instinct, like two predators realizing they share the same apex. But then… Mash Kyrielight stepped in."
"Ritsuka backed down," Daybit said. "He didn't want to drag anyone else in. He returned to Chaldea base. And then…"
Daybit's tone dipped lower. "A minute after he vanished from view… Gaia and Alaya—both of them, who were already coiled like predators because of you—suddenly relaxed. As if… a worst-case scenario had been averted."
Jin-Woo stood still. presence shifted .
"…You're right," he finally said. "Ritsuka Fujimaru is the kind of person I don't want to pick a fight with.".
"But…" Jin-Woo's voice cut deeper now. "If you're planning something, Daybit, I suggest you try negotiating with him."
jin-woo paused.
Daybit tilted his head. "…Hmm?"
Jin-Woo's. gaze didn't waver from Daybit as he prepared to speak again.
But then, in the quiet between breaths, a voice echoed directly into his thoughts.
"Supreme Executor," said Offensive Bias, clinical as always, "I suggest you tell them that Ritsuka Fujimaru is your reincarnated brother and—"
Jin-Woo's eyes twitched slightly. "You shut up, Offensive Bias."
The sentinel went silent instantly.
Jin-Woo exhaled through his nose, gaze sharpening as he turned back to Daybit. "I have a personal problem with him. But I'm not going to explain it."
He stepped forward once, just enough to cast his shadow across Daybit's feet.
"But there's one thing you need to know. Something that's more important than your fear, your Future , or even CHALDEAS itself."
"He carries a badge. You'll see it if you ever get close enough before you die. Three arrows, pointing inward. One circle in the center. Beneath it, the mark reads…"
"SCP-05."
"The Founder."
The air thinned. Even those who didn't know the name felt something coil deep in their instincts.
Jin-Woo finished . "That's above everyone's paygrade . Yours. The Alien God's. Even CHALDEAS." "You can try to fight him… if you're really that stubborn. But when you do?"
"You'll learn what it means to be just another anomaly."
Daybit's smirk."Or maybe, "I win… through the Force you provided me."
Jin-Woo's lips tugged slightly. Not amused. Not concerned. Just accepting. "Okay then,"
Daybit turned his gaze, slow and deliberate, back toward Kirschtaria. "What do you want, team leader?"
Kirschtaria stepped forward, "I want you to cancel whatever goddamn plan you're about to enact," he said without hesitation.
His blue lightsaber ignited in a clean streak of light . "I'll stop you, Daybit," Kirschtaria said, lowering into a stance. "If I have to cripple you to do it… so be it."
Daybit stared at the blade's glow, its hum a low warning between them. His voice didn't rise, but it carried weight.
"The thing about you, Kirschtaria… is that you were always the best team leader. The only one who could've held this mad collection of Group together."
"You even accepted someone like Beryl."
Then he slowly raised both hands. The red blade hissed to life in his left. The purple one flared in his right. "But I've gone too far to turn back now."
Ophelia's whisper came in quick, tight breaths. "Kirschtaria-sama… do you have a plan?"
Kirschtaria didn't look back, keeping his gaze locked on Daybit's stance. His tone was quiet, deliberate.
"Can you signal Sigurd to calm down? If your Servant interferes… Tezcatlipoca will too. And once he joins in, we lose any chance of ending this cleanly."
Ophelia gave a small nod and immediately sent a pulse of intent through her bond. Sigurd, I can handle this.
Sigurd, who'd already stepped slightly forward, paused. His grip on his blade loosened just enough. "Understood, Ophelia," he said calmly, stepping back.
Then she leaned a little closer to Kirschtaria again, whispering with intensity. "I have another option. My Mystic Eye of Prolongation… it can invert Daybit's strength into delay. I can stretch the energy in his cells, weaken the core of his technique—make him slower, heavier, even if just for seconds."
But Kirschtaria's voice cut through that hope with solemn clarity. "It's still magecraft. The Force…" He glanced at Daybit again, feeling the low pulse of his presence, like standing before a collapsing star. "…the Force is closer to True Magic. Maybe Above it. That aura around Daybit—it isn't like ours. It won't shatter and break . It'll bounce your spell back like glass off a wall."
He lowered his saber just slightly and added with a heavy breath, "He's far stronger than I am now. If it's a straight fight… we'll lose."
Kirschtaria's jaw tightened. "Follow my lead."
Ophelia didn't hesitate. She ignited her green lightsaber with a brilliant hiss, stepping in rhythm beside him. The plan wasn't perfect, but it was what they had—draw Daybit's attention with a coordinated distraction, then exploit the opening together. It should've worked.
But Daybit moved first.
He lifted his left hand slowly—no flourish, no dramatic motion—just a slight raise of the palm. And in that instant, the world around Kirschtaria and Ophelia thickened.
[Force Stasis]. Everything slowed to a crawl.
Ophelia's eyes widened, her thoughts sluggish, like trying to scream underwater. I can't move. My muscles won't listen…
Beside her, Kirschtaria felt his own limbs drag like they were caught in molasses. He's… slowing us with the Force? Just like that…?
Daybit calmly retracted both his lightsabers, their twin glows vanishing into silence. Then, with casual precision, he clicked the hilts together into one long-handle form—fused—and slid it beneath his cloak.
He walked toward them, slow and deliberate, no longer even treating them as opponents.
As he approached, the pressure eased. The stasis lifted—not completely, but enough to let their knees unlock, to let breath return.
Daybit stopped just a step in front of Kirschtaria.
"You're the kind of man , who can perform anything theoretically possible without fail."
"But I'm the kind who achieves the impossible. And just now… I created my own Force signature ability."
Daybit tapped his temple once.
"Next time, before you challenge someone—evaluate their capability first, team leader."
And with that, Daybit turned and walked away—leaving Kirschtaria and Ophelia stunned in place, frozen not by power… but by disbelief at how far, how fast he'd grown.
Daybit stopped and turned just enough for his voice to carry, calm and matter-of-fact.
"Let's begin our teaching… like the old Sith. The Rule of Two."
Jin-Woo tilted his head, expression unreadable.
"The Rule of Two was made for a Master and their apprentice," he said slowly, stepping forward with deliberate weight. "One to embody power… the other to crave it."
His eyes narrowed just slightly.
"That means—are you sure you're prepared to kill me?"
Daybit didn't hesitate.
"More like… to surpass you. Just at one aspect."
"Killing you? That's impossible. Not with our difference in midichlorians—you sit at a hundred thousand. I only possess nineteen thousand—not to mention that is not counting your Shadow Monarch power, which is your primary power: that control of darkness itself."
"But the Rule of Two… it's the most efficient way to learn. A constant clash. A constant chase. A goal."
Jin-Woo's lips curled— asking daybit one more time , with ruthless satisfaction.
"…Then chase. You want to learn? Then learn. The Rule of Two isn't a title—it's a blade. Pressed against your throat. Every second . You get stronger… or you die."
Daybit looked back at him, calm, resolute.
"That's the lesson I've been waiting for."
Jin-Woo's smile turned razor-sharp. His hand lifted—fingers relaxed,. And then—[Force Lighning]
Black lightning surged from his palm, snapping through the air like a god's wrath condensed. It tore across the space between them—violent, wild, humming with power.
Daybit barely dodged. The bolt struck the ground beside him with an earth-splitting BOOM—a 2-meter crater carved instantly into the soil of Shadow Tython. Smoke hissed upward. The air rippled from the impact.
Daybit skidded back, cloak whipping behind him. His breath caught as he raised his red lightsaber in a defensive stance, the crimson blade hissing to life.
Jin-Woo's eyes gleamed.
"That's the warm-up," he said casually, stepping forward, the air around him warping from the power leaking through his frame.
"The real lesson…" He tilted his head, voice low. "I'll use every normal grade ability I have. And you—"
he pointed at Daybit, smirking— "You're going to absorb it all. Like a sponge. Or die trying."
Jin-Woo's stance shifted—feet light, posture angled. His Vectivus lightsaber danced forward with elegance, pure [Form II: Makashi]. Every strike was controlled, precise, calculated to exploit openings.
He wasn't just attacking—he was toying with Daybit.
The black blade arced low, aiming for Daybit's leg—not to maim, but to roast his pride. A pointed lesson. You're beneath me.