The skies above Mount Meru were like a scene from an apocalyptic nightmare.
Crimson-red poison rain poured endlessly, burning as it hit the ground and carving heat lines into the mountain’s surface.
Lightning flashed in violent streaks, and the entire atmosphere was heavy with the malevolent energy of the Poison God’s presence.
Kent stood at the center of it all, like a divine weapon. His robes were torn, his skin scorched from the relentless strikes of poison-infused lightning, but his eyes burned with an intensity that refused to bow to any deity.
Beneath him, the Eternal Lotus, granted by the Music God, shielded the baby dragon Sparky. The delicate petals of the lotus glowed faintly, absorbing the poison rain and transforming it into harmless vapor. Sparky lay weakly under its protection, its breaths shallow, its eyes barely opening. Even in its frail state, the dragon’s fighting spirit flickered deep within, yearning to rise and face the heavens.
“Hold on, Sparky,” Kent muttered under his breath. His voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of his determination. “I’ll handle this. You just focus on completing your evolution.”
Above, the Poison God loomed, his trident glowing with malevolent energy. His laughter echoed across the skies as the clouds churned violently in a clockwise vortex. “You’re a fool, Kent m! Do you think your pitiful existence can stand against me? I am the Poison God, immune to the very essence of death you’re trying to use!”
Kent didn’t respond. His focus was unshaken as his hands moved into intricate mudras. Every gesture, every motion of his fingers, seemed to ripple through the fabric of reality itself. The air around him shimmered as if bending to his will. Slowly, elements of nature—fire, water, earth, wind, and even the space around him—began to shift unnaturally. They weren’t just responding to Kent’s will; they were turning against the Poison God.
This wasn’t a poison of toxins. This was something far more insidious—a poison of existence itself. Kent was creating an anti-life force, one that rejected the Poison God’s presence entirely. The world around him seemed to whisper, “You don’t belong here.”
From a distance, Kent’s companions watched in horror and awe from the safety of the Eternal Music Hall. Jean clutched Gunji’s arm tightly, tears streaming down her face. “He’s taking all those attacks… all those strikes. How is he even standing?”
Fatty Ben, uncharacteristically serious, gritted his teeth. “He’s not just standing. He’s fighting. Master isn’t someone who gives up, no matter the odds.”
The baby dragon, Sparky, weakly opened one eye, its gaze locking onto Kent’s back. Despite its frail state, a spark of determination flickered within its heart. Kent’s unwavering stand ignited something primal within the dragon—a need to rise, to fight, to burn away the torment of its evolution. Its body trembled as the inner fires of a dragon’s rage began to stir.
From miles away, the Space God and his wife observed the battle with smirks on their faces. They sipped their wine leisurely, their expressions one of cruel amusement. “Look at him,” the Space God sneered. “Taking on the Poison God as if he’s an equal. Such arrogance from a mere human.”
His wife chuckled. “It’s entertaining, though. Let them wear each other down. It’ll make things easier for us later.”
The Poison God grew impatient as Kent remained defiant. He raised his trident high, the weapon glowing with an eerie green light. “Enough of this charade!” he roared. “You’ve wasted enough of my time. It’s time to end this!”
The skies above rumbled with deafening force, and the crimson clouds thickened. Poison-infused lightning bolts rained down in rapid succession, targeting Kent directly. Each strike was meant to obliterate him, to shatter his resolve and his very existence. But Kent stood firm, his mastery of storm energy absorbing the brunt of the attacks.
With each strike, Kent’s body trembled, his skin blistering from the sheer force, yet his mind remained focused. His fingers continued their intricate dance, weaving the unseen threads of his ultimate counter.
The Poison God sneered. “Why do you persist, mortal? You can’t win! You’re nothing but an insect beneath my feet!”
Kent finally spoke, his voice low but steady. “Insects may be small, but they can bring down giants with the right sting.”
The Poison God’s sneer faltered for a moment, but he quickly dismissed it. Raising his trident with both hands, he began chanting in a guttural tone. The crimson clouds above began to swirl faster, crackling with violent energy. The very fabric of the sky seemed to tear asunder, revealing a void of pure malice. The storm’s intensity grew to its peak, and the Poison God roared, slamming his trident into the ground with an ear-splitting crack.
A massive bolt of lightning, infused with pure poison, descended from the heavens, targeting Kent. It was an attack meant to annihilate not just his body but his very soul.
But just as the bolt was about to strike, Kent’s eyes snapped open. They glowed with an intense light, a smirk playing on his lips. “Death note,” he whispered.
With a sudden shift, the swirling clouds above stopped. For a moment, the entire world seemed to hold its breath. Then, in a dramatic reversal, the clouds began to spin in the opposite direction, countering the Poison God’s storm. The crimson hue of the sky faded, replaced by a golden glow as Kent’s anti-existence poison took hold.
The Poison God’s eyes widened in shock. “What… what are you doing?!”
Kent raised his hand, and the elements of nature themselves seemed to answer his call. The air crackled with a new energy, one that was pure and unyielding.
“You underestimated me,” Kent said, his voice calm yet filled with authority. “You thought this was about strength. But it’s never been about strength. It’s you… digging your own grave.”
The poison shaken in fear after seeing the confidence in Kent’s tone. He never expected a-human can stand against him like an equal.