"If left unchecked… she could lose herself to the very chaos she's invoked."
MJ's stomach twisted. "You mean—?"
Kris nodded.
"If she overuses her power, she'll become chaos itself. A force of destruction that even gods couldn't contain."
MJ felt a cold sweat drip down his neck.
Aurelia—the quiet adventurer from the guild—
Was a being who could undo reality.
they had never even known.
Kris chuckled darkly. "You should count yourself lucky."
MJ blinked. "Why?"
Kris smirked.
"She's on our side."
The battlefield roared with chaos.
Amelia stood victorious.
The demons continued to fall.
Aurelia watched.
Her silver hair swayed in the wind, her violet eyes glimmering under the battlefield's firelight.
She had not spoken.
She had not moved.
The air around her shuddered.
MJ now understood.
This was why she was here.
Not to fight.
Not to interfere.
But to wait.
Because if the battle turned for the worse
If their strongest warriors fell
Then, and only then
Would Aurelia unleash herself.
the world would never be the same again.
The abyssal manor trembled.
The very fabric of reality was already distorted beyond recognition.
The air was thick with the presence of powerful forces—forces that should not exist together.
Liam stood at the edge of the ruined throne room, his golden aura steady, unshaken. His Eyes of Pride shone like twin suns, watching the scene unfold before him.
Across the battlefield—Nano stood alone.
His body warped and flickering, his presence no longer mortal, no longer even abyssal.
A fusion of his entire clan.
Reality itself bent around him, the raw weight of his Magical Warping reshaping existence with every breath he took.
He had already displayed limitless control over reality.
Time had shattered.
Space had folded.
The laws of physics had rewritten themselves a thousand times over.
Nano was not afraid.
Because he knew.
Nothing could reach him.
Nothing could touch him.
Because reality itself would always bend in his favor.
Until
Arthur laughed.
"Time for the God of Fun to Come Out Again."
Arthur cracked his knuckles, a grin stretching across his face as his Eyes of Sloth and Wrath burned simultaneously.
He turned to Liam.
"You sure about this?"
Liam's golden gaze was unmoving.
"I need to see your real power."
Arthur grinned wider.
"Well then" He spread his arms dramatically.
"It's time for the God of Fun to come out again."
reality shattered.
A Battle That Shouldn't Exist
Nano raised an eyebrow as the world around him flickered strangely.
His Magical Warping surged instinctively, reshaping existence before Arthur could even make a move.
Space twisted.
Time reversed.
Probability collapsed.
There was no version of reality where Arthur could win.
Arthur moved anyway.
And the world obeyed him.
Nano's expression hardened.
"What…?"
Arthur smirked. "Oh? Did you think you were the only one who could play around with reality?"
Nano's eyes narrowed.
Arthur took a single step forward—
suddenly, the battlefield turned into a giant chessboard.
Nano blinked.
The ruined throne room vanished.
Liam was gone.
The world had rewritten itself.
Nano exhaled sharply, trying to reshape it back to what it was—
Only for the chessboard to remain.
His gaze snapped to Arthur.
"…What did you just do?"
Arthur grinned.
"I changed the plot."
Nano's breath caught.
Because for the first time in his life—
His Magical Warping had failed.
The Battle That Should Not Exist
Nano had fought gods before.
He had shattered celestial realms.
He had rewritten time, space, and cause and effect in the same breath.
He had never fought anything like this.
Arthur stood across from him, grinning like a lunatic, his Eyes of Sloth and Wrath shimmering with an amusement that did not belong on a battlefield.
Nano's mind screamed at him to retreat.
His Magical Warping had made him untouchable—until now.
Arthur had mocked reality itself.
And worse—he was enjoying it.
Nano gritted his teeth.
"This fight is a joke."
Arthur's grin widened.
"Exactly."
with that
The joke began.
Nano snapped his fingers, unraveling the battlefield, shifting it into a chaotic mess of distorted realities, where the laws of existence no longer applied.
The sky became a cascading spiral of paradoxes.
The ground turned into glass, then water, then nothing at all.
Causality folded over itself, looping events before they had happened.
A normal opponent would have been instantly erased.
A normal opponent would have been annihilated on a conceptual level.
But Arthur
Arthur started breakdancing.
Nano's entire being convulsed in rage.
"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing?"
Arthur spun on one hand, grinning wildly.
"Having fun!"
Nano snarled. "This isn't how a battle works!"
Arthur stopped, his Eyes of Sloth glowing with lazy madness.
He cracked his knuckles.
"Then let's change how a battle works."
Nano felt his soul scream.
Reality imploded.
Nano rushed forward, activating Magical Warping, reshaping existence around him, ensuring that no matter what happened, Arthur would lose.
Arthur took a single step—
And suddenly, they were in a boxing ring.
Nano froze.
A referee descended from the sky.
"Alright, boys! Keep it clean! No hitting below the metaphysical belt!"
Nano blinked. "WHAT IS THIS?!"
Arthur, now wearing red boxing gloves and oversized shorts, bounced on his heels.
"It's called a ruleset. I figured this fight was getting too chaotic."
Nano snarled, lunging at him—only to be hit with a comically oversized hammer.
BOING!
Nano's body stretched absurdly, his head bouncing backward like a rubber band before snapping back into place.
He staggered.
His soul hurt.
Arthur grinned. "Huh. That worked."
Nano screamed in fury, snapping his fingers—
And gravity inverted.
The ring flipped upside down.
The sky turned into a ceiling fan.
Arthur, now sitting on a floating couch, sipped tea. "Nice décor, but a little too modern for my taste."
Nano roared in frustration.
"YOU'RE NOT TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY!"
Arthur smirked. "Neither is the universe."
And suddenly—
They were in a courtroom.
Nano sat in a defendant's chair, a judge's gavel in his hands.
Arthur, now wearing a lawyer's suit, stood before a jury of various cosmic entities, including a sentient slice of pizza.
"Your honor!" Arthur declared dramatically. "My client, reality, has suffered abuse at the hands of this man! I demand justice!"
Nano stared.
He looked down.
He was wearing a suit and tie.
His soul shattered.
"OBJECTION!" he screamed.
The sentient pizza murmured, "Sustained."
Arthur slammed a fist onto his podium.
"I CALL THE CONCEPT OF LOGIC TO THE STAND!"
The entire courtroom erupted into chaos.
Nano grabbed his face. "MAKE IT STOP!"
Arthur grinned. "Oh? But we were just getting started!"
Nano collapsed onto the floor, his reality-warping powers flickering violently.
His Magical Warping was the strongest force in the multiverse.
It had rewritten fate.
It had destroyed civilizations.
It had erased gods.
It had been overwritten by something far worse.
Something that ignored the very idea of reality itself.
Nano trembled, looking up.
Arthur stood over him, hands in his pockets, his Eyes of Sloth and Wrath burning playfully.
Nano's breath hitched.
"You…" His voice shook.
"You don't fight to win."
Arthur smirked.
"Nope."
Nano swallowed.
"You don't fight for power."
Arthur tilted his head.
"Not really."
Nano's body convulsed.
"Then what the hell do you fight for?!"
Arthur leaned down, his grin stretching wider than it should.
His golden eyes gleamed.
"I fight because it's fun."
Nano's mind broke.
His existence collapsed.
He didn't die.
He didn't lose.
He simply ceased to be.
Because Arthur decided he should.
Because it was funnier that way.
And just like that
The fight was over.
Liam stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching in silence.
Nano—the man fused with his entire clan—was gone.
Not killed.
Not erased.
Just… over.
Liam exhaled sharply.
He turned to Arthur, his golden Eyes of Pride analyzing him carefully.
"You… You're an absolute nightmare."
Arthur grinned.
"Thanks! I try."
Liam sighed. "Remind me never to fight you seriously."
Arthur stretched. "Aw, but where's the fun in that?"
Liam exhaled through his nose.
Then—he smirked.
"We'll see."
Arthur laughed.
And just like that—
The real war continued
The battlefield was still soaked in the stench of blood and burning abyssal flesh.
The night sky above was split open, filled with swirling colors that had no place in reality. The very fabric of the world had been twisted and warped, reshaped over and over by powers that should never have existed together.
And yet, it was finally over.
Nano
the fusion of the Abyss Clan
Was gone.
And now, only the remnants of the abyssal horde remained, still mindlessly clawing at the living, still unaware that their cause had already been lost.
Liam let out a slow breath, wiping the blood from his golden sword. His Eyes of Pride dimmed slightly, his divine aura flickering as he turned to Arthur.
"One last thing," he said. His voice was calm but firm, heavy with expectation.
Arthur cracked his neck lazily, his Eyes of Wrath still flickering with an amused glow.
"Sheesh," he muttered. "You sure ask for a lot, Your Highness."
Liam's expression didn't change. "You're the only one who can do this."
Arthur arched an eyebrow. "Do what, exactly?"
Liam lifted his gaze to the battlefield, where hundreds of abyssal beasts and demons still roamed.
"I want you to wipe out every last one of them," Liam said. "And if you can—"
He paused.
"Bring back the soldiers we lost."
Arthur was quiet for a moment.
His lips curled into a grin.
"Oh?"
Liam's eyes narrowed slightly.
Arthur rolled his shoulders. "So that's what this is, huh?"
He took a slow step forward, exhaling deeply.
"Alright, then. Let's get serious."
suddenly
Reality broke.
Kris and MJ had seen a lot of things in their lives.
They had seen warlocks summon hellfire.
They had seen demigods tear through battlefields.
They had even seen Liam fight.
But they had never seen this.
Arthur snapped his fingers.
The battlefield became a massive game show.
Spotlights descended from the heavens.
A giant golden wheel appeared in the sky.
A voice—**Arthur's own—**boomed across the land:
"WELCOME TO THE WHEEL OF DEATH! LET'S SEE HOW OUR DEMONIC CONTESTANTS WILL DIE TODAY!"
MJ's jaw dropped.
Kris staggered backward. "What the hell is happening?!"
Aurelia, standing behind them, narrowed her eyes.
She had seen chaos magic before.
But this
This was something else entirely.
This wasn't chaos.
This was a joke on reality itself.
Arthur spun the wheel.
It clicked into place.
The first demon was flattened by a giant rubber duck.
Another demon exploded into confetti.
A third was sucked into a cartoon black hole, screaming.
the rest
The rest suffered deaths so bizarre that logic itself refused to process them.
One was turned into a piñata and immediately destroyed by an army of sugar-high goblins.
Another was forced to dance uncontrollably until it disintegrated.
One poor demon was turned into a talking fish and sold at a market.
By the time the wheel finished spinning, all the demons were gone.
And the battlefield was silent.
MJ's hands shook.
Kris swallowed. "That… That wasn't normal."
Aurelia, watching it all, felt a chill down her spine.
She had always thought her Chaos Manipulation was among the strongest abilities in existence.
But now
Now she wasn't so sure.
This wasn't just reality-warping.
This was breaking the very foundation of how reality should work… and making a joke out of it.
Arthur turned back to Liam.
"Oh yeah. You also wanted the soldiers back, right?"
Liam nodded once.
Arthur clapped his hands together.
"Alright, let's do this the fun way."
A giant slot machine appeared.
Arthur pulled the lever.
It spun.
Ding! Ding! Ding! JACKPOT!
The ground burst open like a stage curtain—
And every fallen soldier leaped back onto the battlefield, fully restored, posing dramatically.
The knights looked at their hands in disbelief.
They were alive.
Kris and MJ nearly fainted.
Aurelia felt something she had never felt before.
A strange, creeping realization.
That Arthur was something beyond comprehension.
After the battle, they returned to Ephemeral Castle.
The throne room was quiet as Arthur, Liam, Camila, Amelia, and Aurelia stood before King Bill.
The golden-haired king's divine aura radiated authority, his gaze piercing as he examined them.
Liam stepped forward.
"The Abyss Clan is gone."
King Bill nodded. "You've done well."
Camila took a step forward. "Then answer me something."
Bill's gaze turned to her.
"Are you from the Sun Clan?"