[Midday – 11:47 AM
Eastern Fields of Aethelgard]
The sun stood directly overhead, pouring golden light across vast fields of nearly ripened grain. In the center of the farmland, a man wearing a worn straw hat bent forward, driving his hoe into the soil with a slow, steady rhythm.
TSUF.
There was no divine aura.
No cosmic pressure.
No sign of absolute authority.
Only a farm laborer in tattered clothes, his feet buried in mud, his back gradually bent by years of honest work.
And yet—
reality itself was obedient around him.
At the edge of the fields stood ten beings who once ruled the multiverse. Gods. Tyrants. Destroyers.
Now, they stood in silence—like students awaiting judgment.
Magnus clenched his fists.
Arata held his breath.
Lucia unconsciously tightened her grip on her pen.
“He’s… actually farming?” Milos whispered, his voice trembling.
Zayan swallowed hard.
“This soil is ordinary. But the laws of existence around him… they’re more stable than the core of the multiverse.”
TSUF stopped his work. He exhaled softly and wiped the sweat from his brow with the rag draped around his neck.
Without turning around, he spoke:
“I have already erased the distance between you and me.”
“Why are you still standing there?”
The words fell like a verdict.
[11:49 AM – The First Strike]
Magnus could endure no longer.
He charged.
His speed pierced perception itself, his fist carrying the force to shatter continents. The air collapsed. Light fractured. Space screamed.
The punch landed squarely against TSUF’s face.
An explosion erupted.
Dust swallowed the field whole.
Seconds passed.
The dust cleared.
TSUF still stood there.
Unmoved.
Uninjured.
The ring on his left pinky glowed faintly.
Magnus’s destructive energy did not vanish—
it was absorbed, dismantled, and gently redirected into the earth.
The crops around them grew taller.
Magnus staggered back, face pale.
“…Impossible.”
[11:52 AM – The Sword That Lost Its Right]
Hektor snarled and drew his black sword.
A blade that nullified logic itself.
A single swing erased cause and effect.
He attacked.
TSUF caught the sword between two fingers.
The black metal trembled—then dulled.
Its tyrannical authority collapsed instantly.
The blade lost its right to exist as a weapon.
“What… are you?” Hektor whispered, his voice shaking.
TSUF looked at him calmly.
“The Left Hand of God.”
“And you are standing in my working hours.”
[12:03 PM – Judgment Without Wrath]
TSUF took one step forward.
The ground ceased movement.
The wind stopped breathing.
“You call yourselves invincible.”
“Yet you are merely characters lost on a page I am reading.”
His gaze passed through them one by one.
“I break my body for my parents.”
“You play with destruction.”
No shouting.
No rage.
That calmness alone made them tremble.
[**Afternoon – 3:10 PM]
A Seal Begins to Loosen**
Lucia, her hands shaking, tried to write.
“TSUF’s parents are erased from history.”
The sky froze.
Temperature plunged toward absolute zero.
TSUF slowly looked up.
For the first time—
his authority became visible.
He loosened the ring on his middle finger by a single millimeter.
BOOM.
The multiverse convulsed.
The rulers collapsed to the ground.
Milos broke into sobs.
Lucia screamed as her pen shattered into fragments.
“Never touch the reason I endure suffering.”
His voice alone destroyed Ji-Hoon’s illusions.
“These ten rings exist so I don’t erase you.”
“Do not force me to perform a duty I do not wish to carry out.”
[**Evening – 7:40 PM]
A Feast of Humanity**
TSUF tightened all his rings again.
The pressure vanished.
He returned to being a village youth.
He lifted a basket.
“Go home.”
“You are strong—but purposeless.”
But that night, the ten entities did not leave.
They watched.
They saw TSUF feed his mother.
Wash his father’s clothes.
Pray in silence.
And there—they finally understood.
This was absolute victory.
Not because one could destroy everything—but because one chose not to.