Scene change.
Another arena — unlike any other in the world.
No sand, no jade platform, no wind.
Just an endless space covered in ash gray, as if all color had been drained. Khaz built in the middle of a smooth, convex stone floor — reflecting his every step.
Before him... was no person.
It was a three-dimensional, pitch-black cube — each side about 2 meters long, suspended half a foot above the ground.
No light could be reflected from its surface.
No eyes, no breathing, no breath.
Just a cube — silent but oppressive like a thinking dream.
Khaz frowned, placing his hand on the hilt of the weapon at his waist.
"This table is my opponent? A place... of flying coal?"
He smiled faintly, but his eyes did not leave it.
gentle — the gentle method cube.
Without a sound,
a crack appeared in the middle of its front surface.
From that crack, a black beam emitted, cutting through the air like a silent laser.
Khaz avoided the person in the rule —
Immediately, the place he had just passed through became a bottomless pit.
Khaz's eyes narrowed.
"Oh... not a toy."
He stood up, relaxed his shoulders, and drew his weapon — a folding battle fan with glittering lotus-petal steel pieces.
"Alright... looks like this time it's not dangerous."
A slight tremor rippled through the air as the cube spoke its first word—a hollow, emotionless voice, tinged with static like a broken radio:
"We are the strongest species in the universe: Kales."
The sound seemed to echo from the depths of space.
Khaz paused, frowning:
"Kales? That sounds like the name of a piece of faulty programming code thrown out of the quantum junk heap."
He turned the battle fan slightly, the blades of steel clanging—a challenge.
The cube continued:
"We have no individual names. No need. No desire. No creation. Kales are one, invisible, the source of the ability to restructure reality."
One face of the cube shifted, turning into a rotating geometric matrix—and from it, smaller cubes began to separate, floating around it like satellites around a parent planet.
Khaz took a half step back.
"Ah, now it's getting serious…"
He took a defensive stance, eyes watching every move.
The tiny cubes floating around Khaz suddenly glowed red, as if they were charged with energy. In less than a split second, they simultaneously exploded with light — not fire, but superheated, information-dense energy beams, called:
"Erase Rays" — a type of attack that was only used to erase existence at the information level and molecular structure.
Khaz had almost no place to hide. Dozens of beams that cut through space like blades of light rushed in from all directions. But at that moment —
Boom!!!
A deafening sound — not from the energy colliding, but the sound created by the pressure of the air as Khaz moved. He kicked the air, turning his body, each blade of steel turning into a plasma state.
"If it's technology… then let me erase your code!"
Khaz spun, the fan tearing the space into a horizontal circle.
The Ray of Light that touched the barrier was immediately split apart, as if decoded in reverse — the beams of light dissolved into a series of data symbols that fluttered like dust.
Khaz charged towards the central block while the satellite blocks were in the cooling phase.
"System complex? Then I'll hit the processing center!"
He exerted his strength, his entire body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of energy halo that oscillated with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
A single move. A single slash.
After standing firm in the rain of blast rays—those dense energy beams capable of vaporizing an entire planet—Khaz gently brushed the dust off his clothes, his eyes still fixed on the cube floating before him.
Without a word, he turned his wrist, splitting his greatsword into two twin blades. The metallic sheen of the blade reflected the light from the surrounding cubes, creating a cold glow in the tense air.
"Then… I'll clear them one by one."
Khaz immediately charged forward like a bolt of lightning tearing through space. Each step he took in the air left a trail of air waves behind him. At a speed that was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye, he swung his two swords—each slash a symphony of killing intent and mastery.
Each cube floating around him was torn in half, crushed, or shattered, pale green light shooting out like dead fireworks. The scene was like a dance of death in midair, with Khaz as the conductor — his every move was graceful and deadly precise.
The central cube began to vibrate — it seemed to be… surprised?
"The Kales species…" – Khaz said softly, turning to avoid a mass of energy and shredding three more small cubes – "…are just floating Lego blocks."
The sound rang out steadily, emotionless and cold as if it were coming from an ancient machine programmed since the beginning of the universe.
"DESTRUCTION!"
"DESTRUCTION!"
"DESTRUCTION!"
Every time that sound rang out, hundreds of smaller cubes would burst forth from the central cube's body, like a swarm of mechanical ants that would never stop multiplying. They flew out in all directions, surrounding Khaz like a curtain of death — millions of glowing red eyes appeared simultaneously on their surfaces, all aimed at one target: Khaz.
The space shook — the temperature dropped suddenly, not because of the cold. Khaz could clearly feel it: this was no longer a battle, but an execution order.
"This is really annoying..." – Khaz muttered, brushing away a few rays of energy that had just grazed his cheek.
He stabbed the two swords into the ground and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a strange wind blew up — from Khaz's own body, a terrifying pressure surged out, causing the surrounding space to crack into layers like broken glass. A circular barrier immediately formed under his feet, ancient symbols glowing brightly.
"I will not let a damn box erase me from the timeline."
— And then, Khaz opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer human-colored — but a pair of silver spiral pupils, symbolizing the state of "White Undefined", the ultimate power that only those who have walked through death can reach.
He raised both hands, and pointed straight at the central square:
"This time, I will 'destroy' you again."
Just as Khaz pointed his finger at the central cube, as if about to deliver the finishing blow—suddenly, everything fell silent.
A deep voice, as if coming from the core of the universe, resounded throughout the space:
"SECONDARY MODE: THE TRUE ENTITY."
The central cube suddenly cracked, cracks spreading like a spider web. But it wasn't breaking—it was molting.
Small pieces of the puzzle flew out of the core, floating and rearranging at a speed beyond analysis. A new form was constructed—still a cube, but now no longer a simple cube, but an asymmetrical geometrical combination, rotating continuously around the axis of space, making people dizzy and confused at first sight.
On its surface, a multifaceted eye symbol appeared, always looking towards Khaz. The eye did not blink, but communicated with quantum data, making Khaz feel like his brain was being invaded even though he was not physically attacked.
"MODE: REFLECTION ANALYSIS. ALL PHYSICAL, ENERGY, SOUL ATTACKS WILL BE DECAYED TO THEIR ORIGINAL DATA."
Khaz paused, the two twin swords began to rot at the tips, as if the very idea of 'weapons' was being erased from reality when standing near the enemy.
He took a step back, his eyes serious:
"So you... evolved into a counter-system. An existence that can remove the laws of the universe."
The surrounding space was locked. Unable to run. Unable to call for support. No magic, no skills, no way to breathe normally anymore.
But Khaz smiled slightly, as if… there was still one last card left.
"Then, let me show you… the idea of a 'name' can also kill the concept."
The entire arena shook as if in fear.
Khaz — no longer a mere man — rose from the sea of blood that was filling the floor. His body was covered in dark red blood, but the blood did not drip — it flowed upward, as if alive, as if in sacrifice.
The two swords had now changed color: one was as black as a bottomless abyss, the other was as red as a burning heart. From the stab wound to the heart and forehead, ancient blood marks appeared.
" ANCIENT BLOOD."
A deep voice rang out from Khaz himself, but it was no longer his own — it was the resonance of thousands of ancient warrior souls, who had burned the stars for honor.
Khaz raised the two swords. The blood in the air coagulated into thousands of thin blades, flying around him like a whirlwind of death.
The Kales cube reacted immediately, but just as it was about to fire a blast — a blood blade pierced through its surface, leaving a deep crack.
Khaz swung his blade in a supernatural fury, his eyes cold, his voice deep as if from a forgotten ancient world:
"Fear… ANCIENT BLOOD."
The blade he swung down — it clearly didn't reach the Kales cube, it was still at least a few dozen meters away. But the air around Khaz shuddered, then cracked like broken glass. An invisible cut was made in the space before him.
And then…
BANG!
The Kales cube — the emotionless, absolutely rational entity — was split in two. The cut wasn't from the present. It was a slice from the future, a strike that had been executed — but existed in time before it happened.
"Analysis error. Logic error. Existence error. I-Impossible…"
"Data corruption. Restart required—"
BANG!!!
The remaining half of the cube exploded, releasing millions of light symbols and then dissolving as if it had never existed. There was no trace of the supreme race left—only a trail of blood running through the air, like an ancient signature of Khaz, etched into space.
He turned, the two swords clashing, merging—as if this execution were just an initiation ritual.
"A creature that does not understand fear… is a creature that has never lived."
A violent wave swept across the arena. The air distorted as if being sucked into a void. From the ashes, fragments of memories, light, data — all gathered together like a paradoxical vortex and…
The Kales Cube appeared again.
This time it was no longer matter — but a materialized idea.
A deep, cold voice echoed through the space:
"Confirming body reconstruction… complete. Exceeding the limits of existence… Kales activated the second stage: Non-Existence."
Khaz stepped back, eyes wide, his hand tightening on his sword:
"?!! I erased you from reality… how are you still standing there?!"
The cube — now devoid of matter or light — was just a fluctuating three-dimensional shadow, but it was everywhere. Its voice echoed through the air as if coming from a mind not of this world:
"It is true that you erased me — from reality. But Khaz… I do not need to exist to stand here."
A wave of metaphysical logic filled the arena, numbers, symbols, and codes began to appear in the air as reality was being reprogrammed.
"I am an idea — the command to 'destroy'. As long as there is something to destroy… I will appear."
A shadow of the cube separated, then ten, then hundreds, all of them began to chant in unison:
"Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!…"
Khaz swung his blade again, "Fear... Ancient Blood!" — the roar echoed like thunder, the blade slashed straight into the space in front, carrying a slashing force from the future, beyond the laws of time.
The slash landed on the Kales cube, it seemed like everything would end.
But this time — nothing happened.
Khaz was stunned.
The wind died down.
The cube stood there — calm, motionless, inviolable.
A metallic sound rang out, cold as a machine:
"Reconstruction complete. Attack: recorded. Analysis successful. Ability: nullify."
Khaz stepped back, his face tense. He gasped.
"Impossible... that attack has never failed..."
The cube began to glow from within, as if it was undergoing a complete structural transformation. The data scanning system surrounded Khaz:
"Confirmation: each death is an evolution. Each slash is a broken code. Optimization: successful. The ultimate technique 'Ancient Blood' — immune."
Khaz clenched his fist:
"So you are the type of enemy… that gets stronger the more you hit…"
"Exactly."
Khaz stared at the cube that had just been erased from existence by the "Ancient Blood" attack—a move that not only tore apart the body, but also severed all ties to space, time, and the very principles of existence.
And yet… it was standing there.
From the ashes, a complete form of the cube quietly emerged. Not by regeneration, not by restructuring—but as if its existence had never been affected. Spacetime held no memory of its death.
"You… should have been erased from all branches of time. How—"
The cube replied, in a flat, emotionless voice:
"Wrong. You cannot erase that which has never been anchored by cause and effect."
"I have no beginning. No end. Not a part of any timeline—therefore, any attempt to change me through cause and effect is futile."
"I exist as a function of reality. Self-defining. Self-sustaining. Self-affirming."
Khaz felt a chill. For the first time, he saw a being that was not bound by any rules he had ever known. Something that could not "return from death"… because it had never died. It had only "reappeared," like an indestructible constant.
Khaz sighed, his gaze becoming more serious than ever. He could clearly feel it: no matter how strong the previous attacks were, they were all ineffective. But he did not give up.
"Alright… let's see how long you can last against real combat skills."
He changed his sword stance. The dual swords in his hands spun into a crimson energy vortex, then merged into a short-term sword formation — a special close-combat skill that could only be used when approaching at absolute close range. No longer relying on absolute strength to overwhelm, Khaz now chose speed, technique, and precise killing blows.
He charged forward like a lightning bolt, his speed so high that the space around the blade began to crumble.
The slash directly struck the cube.
Clang!!!
A deafening sound tore through the air. The slash was repelled as soon as it made contact with the surface of the cube — even though it did not move or create any obvious counterattack. It was just a protective interface that was inert to all causal interactions, like a "non-reality screen" that blocked all attempts at physical or non-physical contact.
The backlash was so strong that Khaz's body was pushed back dozens of meters, a long line of blood was torn across his chest — the mark of his own attack.
He rolled around on the arena floor and stood up with his sword, blood dripping steadily.
"Damn it… it even responded to my intentions…"
Meanwhile, the cube was still suspended in mid-air, not moving or reacting at all. Only a dull sound rang out:
"Causal reaction: self-activation of the isolated reality layer. Any actions that cause a change in state are reversed according to the rules of internal balance. Existence is not affected by the will of low-level organisms."
"Destroy."
Khaz gasped, blood flowing from the fresh wound. He gritted his teeth, his eyes staring at the cube floating in the air. No expression, no emotion. It kept repeating a steady string of sounds:
"Destroy. Destroy. Destroy…"
Unable to bear the cold indifference, Khaz gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and suddenly… cut off both of his arms. Blood spurted out violently, but he did not hesitate. Using that blood, he quickly drew two intersecting circles on the ground, inside were six crossed symbols symbolizing ancient bonds. The air was as heavy as lead, the wind stopped blowing, and the light… seemed to be sucked away.
The sky darkened.
From the dark clouds above, an entity stepped down—a man in a white suit, neat platinum hair, eyes as opaque as glass, behind him were two white wings that glowed but did not give off a holy feeling.
He landed as lightly as if there was no gravity. The voice echoed through his bones:
"I am Lucifer. You have ten minutes."
He touched Khaz's forehead — and disappeared into his body as if melting away.
Khaz writhed in pain, his body bursting with blood vessels. But then… everything went silent. A new pair of eyes opened. Red, but not the color of blood — the color of burned order.
With each step he took, the cube stopped, no longer issuing the extermination command.
A voice as cold as steel:
"You were resurrected from the ashes, weren't you? But now… you don't need to exist anymore."
Khaz raised his hand, the sword burning not with fire, but with a light that twisted the surrounding space — and slashed at the cube. Distance no longer mattered. The slash penetrated the separation of space and time, straight to the opponent's position as if it was "predestined."
The cube was cut in half.
But before it could fall, a lifeless voice rang out again:
"Initiating a new entity… reconstruction complete."
From the empty air, a complete copy appeared, no different from the first.
Khaz roared:
"I have already cut you apart from reality!"
The cube:
"You have erased a form. But I do not need to exist to appear. I only need… a target."
Khaz chuckled. Not a gentle laugh… but a savage laugh, as if he were enjoying every moment of the massacre.
"I know," he growled, his red eyes burning, "Every time you revive… you'll be immune to the same moves. But I'm not the same Khaz anymore."
He gripped his twin swords tightly, red-black light surging from his body like a volcanic eruption, every muscle twitching, every vein swelling as if about to explode. In the air, Lucifer's demonic mark loomed behind him, like an inverted halo.
He stepped forward once more, raising his sword.
The same move—the same movement. But it was no longer the same.
Space cracked. Time shrank.
The slash was no longer physical, but as if Khaz's will had been imposed on reality: "You must be shattered."
The cube was slashed. But not broken in two like before.
This time, thousands of fragments flew everywhere, like a cube crushed into crystalline dust, each piece no longer capable of reassembling itself.
Silence.
No more cold voice. No more regeneration. No more "Destroy."
Only Khaz stood there, two burning swords in his hands, and the arena was covered in the ashes of a once impregnable entity.
Before Khaz could even lower his blade, the air was torn apart by a deafening sound:
"Screech… screech… screech…"
From the ashes, a stream of dazzling data suddenly shot into the sky, then condensed into an absolute black point — a point that emitted no light, not belonging to this world.
Then a broken, discordant voice, as if it were coming from a space out of phase, rang out:
"Screech… screech… Confirmed… data not completely erased… activating mechanism… reversing reality…"
"Evolve to Tier 3…"
"Redefinition of self: Transcendence… Concept… Non… Existence… Existence…"
A nameless wave swept across the entire arena. It was not energy, it was not gravity — it was the negation of existence. The dust particles of the cube did not gather, but suddenly… stopped being dust.
They did not return to their original form, but instead formed something new:
A Third-Order cube—each edge infinite, each face reflecting another timeline, each corner the intersection of things that could never happen.
"This is not regeneration…"
"This is transcending the conditions necessary for existence."
Khaz took a step back. Cold sweat began to form, even though his body was no longer human. He felt fear—because the thing before him should not exist, yet it was standing there, as calmly as if it had always had a right to be there.
"This time… Khaz… you are not fighting me."
"You are challenging the entire logic of the universe you belong to."
Khaz felt his body cracking from within—the time left on his contract with Lucifer was running out. The magical veins were burning red beneath his skin, and each heartbeat was like a death drum echoing in the void.
He did not scream, did not struggle, just stood straight, stabbing his two swords into the ground like two spears challenging death.
"Come, space junk," Khaz said softly, his eyes red as embers, silently watching his last enemy.
"If this is the end, then I choose to die standing."
The Tier 3 cube silently raised one side towards him. No light, no signal, just a stream of empty data, purely negating all values of existence, starting to accumulate at the center of the cube.
"Initializing Negative Piercing Beam: Code 000—Zε…"
A black beam of light that made no sparks or sounds—yet it warped the entire space it passed through, and shot straight at Khaz.
A blink later…
Nothing.
No blood. No explosion. No ash.
The place where Khaz had stood—was a perfect void in reality.
No timeline held any memories of him. No layer of existence recorded any trace of his presence.
Khaz had been erased from the universe.
And in the final moment, in the darkest corner of his unconscious… he smiled.
"This time… I die the way I like."
The moment the negation beam was fired, the entire space seemed to take a final breath and then fall silent. There was no explosion, no flash of light, only absolute silence — as if the entire universe was bowing its head to send off a warrior.
Khaz was no more.
No body, no soul, no name.
He was not killed — he was negated.
Not a single memory retained his name.
No one remembered that there had ever been a Khaz fighting.
Those who had accompanied him — now only felt a strange void in their memories, not knowing why their hearts ached.
Khaz had disappeared completely. No legend left behind. No legacy left behind.
Only the distant echo of the enemy he had once faced —
"Confirmed: Khaz individual — existence code permanently erased. Unable to be re-established. Unable to be recalled."
In the darkness, there was only absolute silence.
No one knew… a warrior had been there, had challenged the very concept of "existence", and then… had accepted to disappear without leaving a word of farewell.