Yet—
As they turned to the five people who just barged into their space…
Something felt off.
They thought they'd see arrogance.
They thought they'd see awe.
They thought they'd see fear.
But what met their eyes instead—
Was boredom.
Satoshi yawned. "So? What's next?"
A tall, silver-eyed figure stepped up, his presence bending the very rules of reality.
He was stronger than Ariella.
Stronger than the envoys.
Yet—he wasn't strong enough.
Satoshi could feel it.
The silver-eyed being's voice was icy.
"You stand in the Upper Realms, dirt creatures. Kneel."
The Same Mistake
Satoshi blinked.
Then—
He grinned.
"Oh, not this again."
The silver-eyed figure's face darkened.
"Did you not hear me, insect?"
He raised his hand—and the heavens seemed to react.
An invisible weight pressed down on Satoshi's group, powerful enough to make even cultivators from the Lower Realm bow down in submission.
And yet—
Nothing happened.
Satoshi stood firm.
Unmoved.
Athena tightened her grip on his sleeve.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust flickered.
Camila let out a small sigh as she flipped a page of her book.
Liam just rolled his shoulders.
Satoshi cracked his neck.
"You really can't learn, can you?"
Then—
The world shattered.
When the Sky Begged Again
The golden sun above them cracked.
The ground broke apart.
The invisible weight pressing down on them?
It vanished.
No—it fled.
Just like before, the world itself pleaded with them not to kneel.
The jade platform crumbled, and the divine laws of the realm twisted.
The other celestial beings staggered back, confusion and horror painting their faces.
Ariella watched in silent disbelief.
This… wasn't how it was supposed to go.
Satoshi looked up at the breaking sky, then down at the silver-eyed being, who was now frozen, his power falling apart.
And then, with a mocking smirk, Satoshi stepped forward.
"So?"
His tone was light, casual—but it packed a punch.
"Are you done yet?"
The silver-eyed being trembled.
No one—absolutely no one—should be able to defy heaven's will.
And yet, here they were.
Casual. Unfazed. Mocking them.
He stepped back—instinct kicking in.
In that moment, he realized.
These weren't mortals.
They weren't cultivators.
They weren't even heaven's chosen.
They were something else.
Something way worse.
And then—the trumpets blared.
The celestial lords all turned to the distance, where a massive golden gate slowly opened.
A voice—vast, ancient, and suffocating—echoed across the realm.
"BRING THEM FORWARD."
Ariella swallowed hard.
"The Heavenly Tribunal has summoned you," she said, her voice tight.
Satoshi smirked.
"Finally," he said.
And then, with a flick of his wrist—he casually walked toward the golden gate.
As if it wasn't a big deal.
As if it was just another day.
And for the first time ever—
Heaven was completely at a loss.
The golden gates swung open.
What lay beyond was nothing like they had ever seen.
This wasn't a city.
Not a kingdom.
Not even a world.
This was a courtroom made from the very fabric of reality.
The sky was a vast, endless dome of golden light, but there were no suns, no stars, no start or end.
The ground wasn't stone or dirt but something **more ancient, more fundamental—**a foundation of existence older than time itself.
Massive pillars shot up into infinity, carved from divine law, wrapped in chains pulsing with celestial authority.
And right in the middle—
A throne sat atop an impossible staircase, warping the concept of space itself.
It wasn't just a seat.
It was a statement.
A symbol that only one being ruled here.
As Satoshi, Liam, Camila, Athena, and Amelia moved forward, that throne stirred.
A voice like shattered eternity echoed through the tribunal.
"THE DEFENDANTS HAVE ARRIVED."
The air itself screamed.
And the trial began.
They stood in a huge circular coliseum, surrounded.
Towering figures in white robes stood around the tribunal, their faces hidden under glowing veils. They didn't say a word. They didn't take a breath. They were just... there. And above them, on their eternal thrones, sat the Four Judges of Heaven. They weren't kings or warriors or even gods. They were the law itself. Beings that had moved beyond any sense of right and wrong, ruling with the cool inevitability of fact. As Satoshi and the others stepped forward, the air felt thick.
Camila's Eyes of Time flickered. "Something's off."
Athena squeezed Satoshi's sleeve. "I feel it too. They're pushing us away."
Liam's golden aura pulsed. "They want to wipe us out."
Satoshi just grinned.
Amelia tilted her head, watching the judges with a hint of amusement. "They want us to kneel," she said softly. "Again."
A figure on the golden throne rose, its face obscured. When it spoke, its voice was calm and emotionless. "You're accused of trespassing in sacred realms."
"You're accused of defying divine order."
"You're accused of messing with reality itself."
"You're accused of going against the will of heaven."
The tribunal shook.
Satoshi yawned, while Athena flinched. "They're talking in absolutes."
Camila's Eyes of Time spun quickly. "It's more than just talk. They're making their judgment real."
Amelia smirked. "Nice trick."
Liam cracked his knuckles. "Let's see what happens."
Satoshi laughed, a low, amused chuckle, and stepped forward. "Oh? What if we just say no?"
At that moment, everything broke apart.
The sky ripped open.
The throne quivered.
And, for the first time, the Four Judges of Heaven had been challenged. The tribunal collapsed. Laws unraveled. Reality shook. Divine judgment came crashing down like a falling star, and chains shot out from the void, coiling around Satoshi's group, sealing their fate. The ground twisted, forcing them down, making them kneel, because in this place, kneeling wasn't a choice—it was the law.
But as the chains latched onto Satoshi, he just smirked and broke free.
The golden chains shattered.
Heaven's laws screamed.
The tribunal convulsed, and the Judges stepped back. It was déjà vu; this had happened before—when he defied them in the mortal world, when he'd resisted the envoys, and when he rejected the sky. The world had pleaded with him not to kneel. And now—Heaven was scared.
Satoshi brushed off his shoulder with a sigh. "Come on, is that all?"
Athena stared, wide-eyed.
Amelia laughed. "Oh, that's rich!"
Liam crossed his arms. "So much for their divine order."
Camila watched, her mind racing. This wasn't just defiance; it was a straight-up rejection, not just of their power but of fate itself. And the Judges got it. They were supposed to be unshakeable, but now they faced something they couldn't judge—an existence beyond sin, a force that couldn't be contained, a being that shouldn't even exist. For the first time ever, the Judges of Heaven spoke together, their voices wavering. "What... are you?"
Satoshi grinned. "Oh?"
His Eyes of Wrath glowed, and then he laughed. Not just any laugh, but one like a god, like a king—like someone who had never bowed to anything. He stepped forward, and Heaven took a step back.
For the first time in eternity, the Judges of Heaven hesitated. They weren't beings that felt fear, nor were they swayed by emotion. They were the law itself. And yet—
As Satoshi took a step forward, his Eyes of Wrath blazing, he felt something totally new. The lack of control. No matter how huge the sky was or how powerful it seemed—Heaven couldn't judge him. And that meant—he didn't belong there.
The tribunal shook. The golden pillars quivered. The sky above twisted and distorted, as if reality itself was trying to cope with his presence. Athena grabbed Satoshi's sleeve. "Satoshi…" Her voice was soft. Scared. She could sense it too. The Higher Realms were pushing them away. Not like they were intruders or criminals, but like they were something that should've never been there at all.
Amelia's Eyes of Lust throbbed. "This place is scared of us." Liam, with his golden Eyes of Pride narrowed, replied, "No." He turned to the Judges, watching them closely. "They're scared of him."
The Four Judges of Heaven stood still. Their once-mighty presence now wavered, as if their very existence had been rattled. The judgment had already been set. The world had made its call. Still, the cosmic laws that were supposed to suppress any resistance were failing. No chains could restrain him. No fate could contain him. No rule could pin him down. And that meant—Heaven itself had no verdict.
To judge something, it had to fit within the system. But Satoshi? He was outside of it. He didn't belong to their reality, their law, or their judgment. And if something couldn't be judged—then it couldn't be punished. Satoshi smirked. "Guess that means we're free to go." The Judges stayed silent. They had no response.
Ariella had been a divine envoy for thousands of years. She'd seen wars that lit up the heavens and witnessed kings and gods pleading for mercy from the tribunal. Entire civilizations had been wiped out for lesser offenses. And yet—when she looked at this guy, standing in front of the highest court in existence, laughing in the face of divine law, she realized something terrifying. Heaven couldn't erase him. It couldn't destroy him. To erase something, it had to belong to the system first. And Satoshi didn't belong.
The Judges finally spoke again, but their voices were shaky. "You… don't belong here." Their words hesitated. "You weren't meant to exist." Satoshi smirked again. "Oh? So what are you gonna do about it?" Silence hung in the air. Then a single command rang out. "Leave."
The tribunal shook. The golden gates swung open again, revealing a wide expanse beyond—a passage to the highest level of the Upper Realms. A place only gods could enter. The Judges' voices trembled. "You can go."
Ariella gasped. "What?" The Judges—who were once the final word on fate—were now telling them to leave. Not as prisoners. Not as punks. Not as intruders. But as something they couldn't even wrap their heads around. And that—was more terrifying than death itself. It meant they'd encountered something beyond Heaven's control. The only thing the system could do was kick it out.
Satoshi chuckled. "That's it?" His Eyes of Wrath flickered, making the tribunal tremble again. "I thought you were supposed to be the supreme power here." The Judges had no answer. They couldn't. Satoshi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Guess that means we win."
Then—he turned away from Heaven's highest court and walked off. Liam followed, his golden aura shimmering. Amelia shot a wink at the still-dazed Ariella. Camila, without a word, closed her book and stepped forward. Athena hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and joined them. And just like that—
They walked away.
Not as captives.
Not as winners.
Not fitting into any mold the Judges could think of.
And when the golden gates closed behind them, the tribunal stayed quiet.
The Four Judges of Heaven didn't speak again.
Because despite all their wisdom—
They had no idea how to explain what had happened.
The golden halls stretched out in front of them, leading to a place that shouldn't have been reachable by ordinary people.
Satoshi sauntered ahead, hands in his pockets.
Athena let out a breath. "That was…"
She didn't finish her thought.
Amelia grinned. "Wow, I loved that."
Liam's golden eyes narrowed.
"We're not finished yet."
Camila shut her book. "No, we're not."
Satoshi chuckled.
"Alright."
He raised his hand, staring at it, like he was feeling something fresh.
Something bigger.
Something exciting.
"Let's see what else heaven has in store for us."
And just like that—
They stepped into a new world.
A world beyond the gods.
A world that wasn't meant for them.
And heaven would soon come to regret it.
The Higher Realms weren't made for regular folks.
They stretched endlessly, stitched together by concepts instead of physical stuff.
Laws weren't enforced—they had a life of their own.
Time didn't tick by—it just was.
Power wasn't something you had—it was something you owed.
This was a realm of gods and monsters.
And somewhere in this vast world—
The Moon Clan waited.
One of the Four Great Clans of the Upper Realms.
A shadow from history, a clan that had perfected the arts of hiding, gathering info, and trickery.
If the Dark Clans were on the move, if the balance of heaven was shifting—
The Moon Clan would already be in the loop.
So, for the first time since arriving in the Higher Realms—Satoshi and his crew had a target.
Now, they just needed to track them down.
Ariella sat in silence.
They had left the tribunal, but she still felt its impact.
The Judges—beings who had governed heaven forever—had done the unthinkable.
They let them go.
Not because they wanted to.
But because they had no alternative.
Satoshi had shattered something that was thought to be unbreakable.
And now, as they wandered through the vast golden city, Ariella felt a sickness creeping into her soul.
Not from hatred.
Not from fear.
But from a chilling realization.
She had brought them here.
Something that didn't belong in heaven had followed her in.
And now—she owed them.
Which meant—
She had to help them.
Satoshi smirked at her.
"So, spill it," he said casually. "You've been around here for a bit, right?"
Ariella hesitated. "...Yeah."
"Great," he said. "Then you should know where to find the Moon Clan."
Ariella's breath caught.
The Moon Clan.
They were one of the Four Great Clans of the Upper Realms.
Not because they were the toughest.
Not because they were the oldest.
Not because everyone was afraid of them.
But because they were everywhere.
And yet—nowhere at all.
The Moon Clan didn't make themselves known unless they felt like it.
Ariella's voice was low.
"…The Moon Clan doesn't just show up."
Liam crossed his arms. "Then we'll just have to force them."
Ariella shook her head. "It doesn't work that way."
Satoshi's Eyes of Wrath flickered. "Then how does it work?"
Ariella paused.
And then, she laid it all out for them.
The Four Great Clans of the Higher Realms
"The Moon Clan isn't like the rest," Ariella explained.
She looked toward the golden horizon, where four big symbols blazed in the sky.
The Four Great Clans.
The ones who had ruled this place for eons.
And yet—the Moon Clan had never chased power.