God Avoid.
They call it a slash even the gods cannot escape.
No need to measure distance. No need to judge direction. No need to confirm if the enemy even exists in the same spatial dimension.
As long as the target exists in this world—Daemon simply needs to swing his sword.
That was the essence of this technique, the ultimate embodiment of myth transformed into a Noble Phantasm. A killing move elevated to the realm of the divine.
"Slash——!"
In Daemon's eyes, Aizen's body was cleanly sliced in half, blood blooming in the air like crimson petals.
To the viewers watching through the chat group's live broadcast, it looked like Aizen had activated his complete hypnosis to trap both himself and Daemon… only to be instantly felled by a single divine stroke before his illusion could take hold.
Esdeath: "Is… is that it? Aizen's already done for?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Pfft, that's all he had? He's even weaker than I expected."
Uchiha Miyuki: "That's only because His Highness Daemon was merciful before. If he'd gone all out, you'd never have had the chance to even speak to him, violent hag."
Yamamoto Mei: "Hah! Even if I'm violent, I'm still stronger than you. Didn't you lose to Luo Hao in one strike?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "...You again with that dark history, you wicked woman!"
Luo Hao: "Just as I anticipated. A sword that even gods cannot avoid—no concept of distance, no need for perception. In the face of that, hypnosis is utterly meaningless."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "If Aizen's ability is like hacking, then Daemon's move is the GM command. It's not even unfair—it's just pure admin-level logic!"
Aizen Sōsuke: "...It truly is an incomprehensible slash. Now I understand how Madara must have felt when he faced Mr. Daemon."
Uchiha Madara: "No doubt. That sword isn't just unfair—it breaks causality itself. There's no 'defense' against it."
Jibril: "[Red Envelope] Aizen Sōsuke, here—Senzu Beans. Hurry up and don't die!"
Aizen Sōsuke: "Much appreciated…"
In the world of pirates, Aizen caught the beans and swallowed them. His bisected body healed in an instant, though blood still stained his clothes. A wry smile tugged at his lips.
It was the first time in his life he'd experienced being killed in an instant—and it left a bitter taste.
Daemon stepped forward. Seeing the blood on Aizen's clothes and realizing the hypnosis had been voluntarily lifted, he raised an eyebrow.
"So… you're conceding?"
Aizen let out a low laugh. "Yeah. I was planning to use my kyoka Suigetsu ability to stall you… but it's clear now—complete hypnosis has no effect on you. No point in embarrassing myself further."
Daemon nodded. "Fair enough."
He already knew that, at this stage, Aizen's raw strength couldn't compare to either him or Saitama. At least the man had the self-awareness to admit it.
"Then it's time. Saitama—let's continue!"
Daemon turned toward the bald hero, eyes gleaming with battle spirit. This was the fight he'd truly been waiting for.
"Hercules' Belt——!!"
A radiant golden belt materialized around his waist, and in that instant, Daemon's strength and speed surged past all limits.
This Noble Phantasm ensured a single truth: as long as it remained active, Daemon would always surpass his opponent in both power and speed.
He was certain—if he punched the planet beneath him, it would shatter.
But he wasn't about to destroy the One Piece world for the sake of a sparring match.
So, he vanished.
One moment he was on the battlefield—the next, he was in front of Saitama, reaching out with blinding speed to grab his shoulder.
"So fast!?"
Saitama's eyes widened. He instinctively moved to dodge.
But Hercules' Belt didn't allow such things. By its divine rule, Daemon's attack was always faster.
His fingers clamped down.
"Got you, Saitama."
Saitama's brow furrowed. He tried to resist—but to his shock, he couldn't break free. Even his strength was being overwhelmed.
So this is what the monsters I've faced must have felt, he thought. Instead of fear, his blood boiled with anticipation.
"Then if I can't pull away… I'll punch through!"
Saitama reeled back his fist and launched it straight at Daemon's face.
But Daemon moved first again.
"Meteor Throw——!!"
A burst of divine energy exploded from his arm as he hurled Saitama like a shot put across the sky.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM——!!"
Saitama's body pierced through the sky like a comet, breaking the sound barrier, then the escape velocity, then even sub-light speed—until he vanished into space and hurtled straight into the sun.
"BOOM!"
The sun's core blazed with fire exceeding millions of degrees—but even that couldn't burn Saitama.
Floating high above, Daemon tore open space and stepped into the solar inferno, hovering calmly above Saitama.
Through the divine protection of his Eye of Horus, he ignored the sun's heat. But what left him truly speechless… was Saitama himself.
That body was enduring it without any form of divine protection.
"You really are the version that broke the limiter, huh? The Invincible Saitama."
In Daemon's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, all things had an end.
Yet as he gazed upon Saitama—and the sun itself—he saw nothing. No cracks. No flaws. No endings.
It wasn't that they were immortal. It was simply that his eyes… could not comprehend how they would end.
"So that's the limit of my Mystic Eyes. I must understand the concept of an end before I can apply it… and right now, I don't understand Saitama at all."
But that didn't matter.
Daemon grinned.
"Then let's stop theorizing… and fight."
He shot forward again with overwhelming speed. Saitama reacted instantly.
"BANG BANG BANG——!!"
Their fists collided at speed much faster than light.
Daemon's punches rained down with relentless speed, each one faster than the last. He avoided Saitama's blows flawlessly, staying ahead with the blessings of Hercules' Belt.
But Daemon could feel it—Saitama was growing stronger mid-fight, as though he had no limits.
Still, Daemon's Noble Phantasm evolved alongside him, always remaining one step ahead.
They clashed again and again, each strike shaking the sun's core. Gigantic molten ravines split apart. Solar matter exploded into space in streaks of destruction.
And yet, not a single burn touched either of them.
Saitama resisted it with raw physique—what a cheat-like defense.
Daemon remained immune through divine protection.
And so, godlike fists continued to crash against each other in the heart of the sun—an eternal battle between two monsters that transcended common sense.
In the group chat, everyone watching the live broadcast was stunned.
"What... what the hell did we just witness!?"
From the very start of the battle, Daemon and Saitama had literally collided in the center of the sun—turning the battlefield into a cosmic furnace. Even in a multiverse filled with outrageous powers and beings, this was a whole new level of madness.
Uchiha Miyuki: "No—no way! What the hell...No! What the Fuck! Since when did His Highness Daemon become this terrifying!? He's going toe-to-toe with Saitama—in the middle of the freakin' sun—and he's actually winning!?"
Yamamoto Mei: "It's his Noble Phantasm. Remember? Saitama's whole thing is infinite growth. But Daemon's 'Belt of Hercules' scales his strength and speed above that of his opponent. No matter how fast Saitama grows, Daemon stays one step ahead."
Esdeath: "Still… why not just use that Noble Phantasm that manipulates life and death? It once forced even Luo Hao to regress into a lower form. It should work well against someone like Saitama who relies purely on brute force."
Luo Hao: "Because it's pointless. The 'Belt' already guarantees that Daemon physically overwhelms him. If Saitama gets stronger, so does Daemon. And if Saitama weakens, then Daemon wouldn't even need that life-and-death Noble Phantasm."
Luo Hao: "Besides… Saitama's strength is insane, but his defense is something else entirely. It's like attacking an infinite wall."
Luo Hao: "That's why Daemon isn't using his flame-type or divine Noble Phantasms. Even if they can burn gods or vaporize mortals, they can't hurt someone like Saitama."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Exactly! Daemon only survives in the sun thanks to the divine blessing of the Eye of Horus. Saitama, on the other hand, is taking this punishment bare-bodied. Unreal!"
Eriri Sawamura: "Saitama's 'One Punch Man' setting is just too busted. Is that really a human body?"
Esdeath: "But doesn't this mean Daemon still can't break through Saitama's defense in the end?"
Jibril: "Defense aside, shouldn't we be more worried about the fact that their power levels are still climbing? If they keep growing at this pace, they might actually destroy the sun. The Pirate World will be gone!"
Kocho Shinobu: "These two... they're not even fighting anymore. They're rewriting physics."
Tohsaka Sakura: "Brother Daemon…"
Center of the Sun – Pirate World
The battle raged on.
Saitama was grinning, enjoying the thrill of a real fight—his power increasing with every second. Yet Daemon was keeping up, matching him blow for blow, his strength constantly adjusted by the Belt of Hercules.
The space around them had already transformed into a furnace of obliteration. Entire sections of the sun had collapsed, and the debris from their blows had carved out ruins the size of moons within the star's core. Planets caught in the aftermath were reduced to molten wrecks.
But even that wasn't the most terrifying part.
With every single punch, their powers increased. Again. And again. And again.
Daemon's expression twisted into a grimace.
"The sun might be big… tens of millions of times larger than the moon. But if we keep going at this rate…"
"…It really will explode."
And with it? The entire Pirate World—his base, his pride, his women—gone in an instant.
"Hell no. Who's gonna compensate me if they all die?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"Time to try something else."
Saitama swung another punch—one that could casually smash a planet into stardust.
But Daemon vanished.
Reappearing beside him, lightning surged around Daemon's arms. It wasn't ordinary lightning, but Zeus's mythical thunder—the kind that shattered stars.
"I am the thunder that tears apart the heavens!"
A brilliant spear of lightning condensed and launched toward Saitama. It was a Noble Phantasm with two terrifying properties—guaranteed hit and defense negation.
"Crackk-KKZZZHHH!"
Lightning coiled around Saitama like divine serpents. A low grunt escaped his lips. His limbs twitched from the shock.
But…
Not even a scratch.
Daemon clicked his tongue.
"Even god-slaying thunder can't damage this guy? Seriously?"
Then his eyes began to glow. A pale white shimmer.
This wasn't a Noble Phantasm.
This was something ancient. A technique passed down through the bloodline of the Otsutsuki clan.
"Time… stop."
The entire universe froze.
For 9 seconds, everything—light, sound, matter, thought—was halted.
And Daemon moved freely.
"Nine seconds is all I need."
He stared at the frozen figure of Saitama.
No movement. No resistance. No escape.
Daemon clenched his fist. A surge of energy gathered in his palm—a Noble Phantasm unlike any he'd used so far.
"The sky is dead."
This wasn't a thunderbolt or flame. It wasn't a weapon forged by gods.
It was a reality-breaking concept.
A Noble Phantasm that shattered the very fabric of existence itself.
Space crumbled like glass. The solar flames, the blazing heat, even the core of the sun—everything around Saitama vanished into an abyss of nothingness.
Only an eerie void remained.
"I don't need to destroy the entire universe."
"Just the fragment of reality that holds you."
And so, in front of the eyes of the stunned chat room...Daemon shattered the fragment of space containing Saitama.
Only a strange, silent darkness remained.
The remnant of a broken world.
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