Against all belief—
the Devourer Beast finally went still.
Kchak—!
Only when Raven Shaw stepped up and yanked her combat saber back out did that sharp sound snap everyone's scattered thoughts back into place.
Dragon Nation's chat erupted.
"Wait—what just happened?! I blinked and—"
"'What happened'? The B-rank is down!"
"One-shot?! Raven Shaw is that strong?!"
"Hold on… did it just twitch?"
"No—IT'S NOT DEAD!"
As if responding to the comments—
the Devourer Beast's corpse suddenly jerked.
Then, with absolutely no warning—
the beast that should've been finished exploded back to life, lunging straight at Raven Shaw.
"ROAR—!!"
"BOOM—!!"
Everything happened too fast for viewers to process.
But Raven Shaw?
She was already moving.
The moment it sprang up, she leaned back into a clean arc—
a perfect backflip.
The ambush tore through empty space.
No one had time to admire elegance anymore.
Because the fear hit all at once:
That thing had just been stabbed through the skull.
And it still came back.
"What kind of nonsense is this?!"
"Her blade went into its brain—there's no way it survived!"
"Does it have two heads?!"
"…Where do you see two heads?!"
It didn't have two heads.
Not this one.
And now even Raven Shaw's eyes narrowed slightly, interest flickering beneath her calm.
"Interesting…"
She didn't say anything else.
She moved.
The Devourer Beast roared and charged again.
Raven Shaw charged too.
One silent. One screaming.
They collided—
and at the exact instant the Devourer Beast opened its jaws to swallow her—
Raven Shaw's pale right hand shot out.
She grabbed the hooked spike on top of its head.
And then—
the impossible happened.
The Devourer Beast's full-body dive stopped.
Dead.
Like it had slammed into an invisible wall.
It clawed and bucked, furious, trying to force itself forward.
"ROAR—!!!"
But it couldn't move an inch.
Dragon Nation's chat completely short-circuited.
"A… human woman…"
"…stopped a five-meter monster…"
"…WITH ONE HAND?!"
Raven Shaw's expression didn't change.
CLANG—!
With her left hand, she drove the combat saber into the ground like a stake.
Her right hand kept the beast locked in place—steady as iron.
"Hmph."
The Devourer Beast suddenly felt weightless.
Its body lifted, completely out of its control.
And then—
in front of the entire world—
Raven Shaw used the combat saber as an anchor and swung the Devourer Beast in a full circle.
Yes.
Swung it.
Like a weapon.
Like a weight.
Like it was nothing.
The viewers went silent—not because they had nothing to say, but because their brains refused to accept what their eyes were seeing.
She spun it faster.
"Whoosh—! Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"
The Devourer Beast's roar broke into choking, shredded sounds as it whipped around like a rag doll.
Then, after enough rotations to build up terrifying momentum—
she released.
"WHOOM—!"
"SHHK—!"
The Devourer Beast became a living cannonball.
Everything in its path was pulverized.
Trees—shattered.
Boulders—cracked into dust.
It slammed into a distant rock formation—
and the impact didn't just leave a crater.
Fractures raced across the entire mass like lightning.
A heartbeat later, the whole structure collapsed, burying the Devourer Beast under an avalanche of stone.
The camera shook.
The forest shook.
Even through a screen, the impact felt real.
Raven Shaw casually shook out her right hand, mildly annoyed—as if she'd touched something grimy.
Her breathing stayed even.
She looked less winded than she did when Adrian Vale tested her patience.
Sching—
She yanked her combat saber free.
But she didn't turn away.
She stared toward the rubble, calm and flat.
Dragon Nation's chat finally found its voice again.
"What did I just watch?!"
"She's not 'strong'—she's a walking disaster!"
"That thing has to be dead now, right…?"
"…Then why is Raven Shaw still watching?"
Someone laughed nervously.
"Come on… it can't revive again… ha… ha…"
Then—
from far away—
a roar thundered back.
"ROOOOAR—!!!"
The Devourer Beast was still alive.
Dragon Nation's chat collectively collapsed.
"HOW?!"
"This is unkillable!"
"Strength like that, speed like that, AND regeneration?! What even is this thing?!"
"Forget the centipede—THIS is nightmare fuel!"
Raven Shaw's gaze sharpened.
She could see what the viewers couldn't.
A faint red glow crawling over the monster's body.
Black, worm-like veins pulsing and writhing under its hide—like something foreign was stitching it back together from the inside.
"…So it's that," Raven Shaw murmured.
Back in I Watch the Divine Domain, Sienna Blake received a fresh report from the national expert team—analysis on the Devourer Beast.
She didn't hesitate.
"Everyone—our official experts just sent an updated assessment. I'll skip the minor details and go straight to the key point."
Her throat tightened.
"Based on the Will of Blue Star's description of its vitality—and what we're seeing now…"
"This may sound absurd…"
"But this Devourer Beast may be… functionally immortal."
The world went quiet.
Then panic hit like a wave.
"Immortal?! That's a joke, right?!"
"If B-rank can be immortal, what about A-rank?!"
"So how do you win?! You can't outlast something that won't die!"
"Even Raven Shaw will tire eventually—this is hopeless!"
Raven Shaw had already turned her focus inward.
She'd shut the barrage off the moment she decided to end it quickly.
So the despair outside the screen couldn't reach her.
The Devourer Beast revived again—then detonated forward.
"BOOM—!!"
"ROAR—!!!"
It shot across the forest like a shell.
Faster than before.
So fast it left only an afterimage.
In a blink, it was back in front of Raven Shaw—
and viewers' hearts seized.
Raven Shaw's face remained cold.
As if resurrection itself was a minor inconvenience.
And then, quiet enough that most people barely caught it, she murmured:
"Didn't get to smack that brat last time… guess you'll do."
The chat derailed for half a second—
then a new wave of messages slammed in:
"Forget this—GO CHECK ADRIAN VALE'S STREAM!"
"ADRIAN VALE is the one who's REALLY not right right now!!"
Everyone remembered Adrian Vale.
And in a rush, countless viewers swapped streams.
What they saw in the first second—
froze them in place.
"What… is that?"
"I just entered—what am I looking at?!"
"Behind Adrian Vale—BEHIND HIM—WHAT IS THAT?!"
"Tentacles?!"
Even Nolan Mercer—the Eastern Isles murderer who had been so sure of himself—stood rigid, words dying in his throat.
Because the "tentacles" weren't tentacles.
They were Rinkaku.
Time rewound one minute—
When Nolan Mercer had been stalking forward with a predator's confidence—
Adrian Vale's aura snapped.
A brutal presence surged outward, swallowing the space around him.
It wasn't pressure.
It wasn't "killing intent."
It was something older:
a living creature's instinctive dread of its natural predator.
To Nolan Mercer—
Adrian Vale suddenly felt like the thing that existed to end him.
Like the next second would be his last.
Adrian Vale didn't care what Nolan Mercer felt.
He walked forward anyway—slow, calm, unhurried.
Then—
zzzt—
a tearing sound.
Four bulges rose beneath the back of the Black Reaper suit.
And under the dimming light—
four sacs swelled—
and burst.
Dark-red seeped into the air like spilled life.
Four Rinkaku speared into existence from Adrian Vale's lower back, erupting like a broken dam—
then unfurling, whipping, weaving.
They didn't move like limbs.
They moved like hunger given shape—living blades, eager and restless.
They flickered and danced behind him, carving the empty air as if testing how sharp the world was.
The sun sank.
The last light died.
Night arrived.
And everything about the image declared a single truth:
The Reaper had descended.
Adrian Vale's true form—exposed again inside the Divine Domain: Forbidden Zone—
lit the entire world on fire.
Global uproar.
Instant.
Total.
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