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Location:Ber'herek – Sector 60-GammaLocal Timeline: Slightly Disconnected. Threading violation logged…
As the King took a first step out of the Ion cannon diamater, the time ripped and rippled around his hands. Blue neon blood begin appearing through his forearms as it rushed to his fingertips.
There was no thunder.No blaze of divine light.No cinematic boom.
Only a small movement—a ragged man, lifting his hand and gently brushing his fingertips against the air.
And with that touch,Time cracked.
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[LEVEL 10 // GORGON CONTROL NODE // OBSIDIAN SPIRE THRONES ROOM]
[ILLEGAL TEMPORAL INTERVENTION DETECTED]
Origin: UnknownReversal Range: 60 secondsAffected Souls: 403Location: Ber'herek – Sector 60-GammaPriority Threat Level:CALAMITY
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The wind spiralled in as he plane shifted for a mili second and walked in reverse through the ruins of the dwarf calamity black god arrival... For a moment that had yet to finish happening, he saw the whole ruins that this single dwarf had caused without any sense of self respect as if even the governement bowed their heads till they bleeded out, beneath his authority...Through flame that reversed into oxygen.Through death that rewrote itself back into breathing lungs.
Every step unwrote annihilation.
The boy with the goggles.The little drone, still chirping with innocence.The merchant with a crushed spine.The mother holding her daughter's hand in horror.
All of them—Were pulled back into life with a single trace of his finger as he walked through stopped and reversed time.
No theatrics.No light show beside the after image of his blue blood aura energy touching the dying souls to bring them back in.Just precision and divinity so pure it mocked the concept of mercy.
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And then—
Time snapped back into place.
The world reconnected.
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Among the clean rubbles of the dwarf Leon's arrival, no souls were stolen that night... Instead a single shadow stood there, in the exact center of where death should have reigned,Alive.Calm.Watching.
Still dressed in his now unburnt rags.Still wearing sorrow like a second skin.
But now, the air remembered what fear was.
Above, atop the floating iron court-hammer monolith that shattered the now emptied sector that was demolished by his arrival, Sable Judge recalibrated his optics.
"Temporal breach confirmed. Unauthorized beginning anihilation of Sector 60."
He raised his gavel.
"Final Senten— WHA !! WHERE THE HELL HAS HE—"
Then stopped.
Because the man below was now behind him, his optic runes sensors all on red in his hybrid brain as it overflowed with warnings.
And the sky dimmed at the sight. As he whispered in his ears, the dwarf nervical joint burned from the raw garguantuan aura of this homeless man...
"You killed that boy."
"You killed them all."
"I undid it."
"But I remember."
"I'm gonna kill you 403 times and rewind it with a piece of your brain intact so you can remember your sins dwarf..."
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Above the broken skyline of Sector 60, somewhere in orbit above the planet, aboard the obsidian-viewing lounge of Gorgon's Prime Throne Network,twelve gilded thrones floated in silent anticipation above the Towering orbital skyline of Ber'Herek.
Members of the Twelve Seats of Power.
Each one locked in with custom feeds — neural-streamed directly into their cerebral cortexes.
They were smiling.
A twelve-eyed serpent-being known as Seat VII – The Oracle of Holographic Nerves giggled, her tongues twitching violently.
"He rewound time with his fingertip AH the legend was true! I felt that violation down my spine!"
Seat IV — The beastkin Queen of the Workforces hordes — howled.
"This is better than the Ak'rath Massacre stream. I want a full psycho-spiritual replay when it's done!"
The Lich, Varnex Mal'Reth, sat cross-legged, sipping a floating glass of soul-wine. He didn't smile wide — just enough to show confidence.
"Let it play dear collegues. This is where the real dividends begin."
Even Ezarion Vel'tharn, who had started the operation as the elected elder of the Gorgon Council, leaned forward, fingers steepled.
"Now we'll see what a god looks like when you poke it too hard... Ah i can already taste the sight of his corpse in our palm."
They watched not with awe—but with greed, and euphoria,high on the aura-surge bleeding through the broadcast absorbed by the city engine.
Every emotion in Sector 60 fed their internal batteries.
And when the Homeless King took that step—
When the gavel refused to fall—
They all leaned in.
Like wolves.Like addicts.Like gods too far removed to care.
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Back on the ground—
Sable Judge stood in frozen failure, gavel locked mid-swing.
Below him, the Immortal King stood still.
No aura flaring.No dramatic pose.Just presence.
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Suddenly, The glyphs of live streaming codes execution cracked, glitching the Livestreams of the twelves.
[DIVINE TECHNIQUE: PASSIVE OVERRIDE]Name: "One tapping arts - forbidden movement I - Destructive inward time torture"
In the orbiting viewing lounge, Seat II — The Executive king of Gorgon biology warfare was a human child in a golden exo-immortal-suit preserving him from the aging of time— screamed in ecstasy.
"HE'S OVERRIDING EXISTENCE. THIS IS BETTER THAN WATCHING THE OTHERWORLDER DEATH ARENA!"
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On the battlefield, the monolith began to crumble beneath Sable Judge's feet.
And the dwarf, once heralded as Gorgon's Execution God,stood face to face with something that was never supposed to exist again.
The Homeless King looked up.as he brushed the face of the dwarf at full blast with his fingerstips...
And then—
He died.
But not fully.
Because a fragment of his brain — just as the King had promised — remained alive into the whirlwind of chaotic rippling waves, blasting his soul and body into the abyssal void of inexistance.
A sliver of consciousness, looped in agony.
He saw himself die again.
Then again.
Then again.
"Judgment denied.""Judgment denied.""Judgment denied."
403 times.
Each death felt different.
His bones melted before his mind could register.His aura combusted and rewove itself inside out.Gravity turned against him, folding him into a inward black hole.
Each death an artform.Each rewind, a painfull reminder.
And always…He remembered.
Above the battlefield, the Twelve Seats of Power screamed with joy as each death took miliseconds to happens in front of them at lightspeed.
Even Varnex smiled wider than usual, watching the aura yield spike beyond previous record-breaking levels of stored divine aura energy in the orbital battery of Ber'Herek.
"He's painting with executions…" the Oracle of Nerves moaned."I can feel it. Every iteration is breaking the soul of Leon. Delicious."
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But Ezarion stopped smiling.
"This isn't a victory," he whispered."It's… something else dear collegues..."
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Back on the field—
The Homeless King released his hand after 5 mins of sentencing had elapsed.
The dwarf's body — now barely an idea — had reformed from the last death but collapsed in on itself.
And in the crater of his iron monolith, his soul became a broken law, unable to think he began breaking and vomitting on the ground.
The King leaned in on him as the neon wind of his blood became vapor and left his forearms, whispered the final words:
"Judgment...was served Leon... I observed you since your beginnings but your greed brought you here once more..."
The sky rumbled.But it wasn't thunder.
It was reality panicking in the brain chips of the remaining 4 who were neurolinked to the livestreams as they ran through the gigantics sectors of Ber'Herek to reach the Sector-60.
One of the Five Black Gods Weapons had fallen.Erased.Looped.Memorialized in agony.
And now the air turned cold.
"Ah shit it i can't unleash myself so much... i broke the laws for too long..."
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A dark voice inside the body of the Immortal Homeless King began whispering to him...
[SYSTEM ] ONE TAPPING HEIR GOD SYSTEM :
" Ho last veilling angel... Abide by the rules of this world!"
"Thee have once again unleashed a large amount of divine unauthorized energy without proper pendemonium authorisation... wrapping time as punishment reapparition shift penance : 100 years + 10 yo of spiritual memories..."
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[WARNING] – Cosmic Plane shift Signature Detected. Classification: GODKILLER CLASS.][Source: Unknown. triangulating Sector 60 Gamma - Ber'Herek time rift opened.][Rebooting scan system…]
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The battlefield was quiet.
The gavel lay shattered, embedded in the stone like a forgotten monument.Sable Judge was gone — not just dead, but removed from narrative integrity.No resurrection possible. No soul fragments retrievable.A story with its ending burned shut.
And in the center of it—
The Homeless King stood motionless.
In the orbiting lounge, the Twelve Seats of Power fell into an odd silence.Their smiles flickered.Even the aura addicts… paused.
Because they saw it—
The Recoil of the One tapping arts.
His eyes dimmed.His fingers curled slightly.And then—
He arched forward, violently.
Not from pain,But from cosmic rejection.
The Gorgon system analysed the frequency of his brain with their lastest tech as they extracted the punishment value allowing them to fully verify their theories about the Immortal Homeless King Entity.
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[GORGON SYSTEMS EXTRACTED VALUES] DOWNLOADING COSMIC TRANSMISSION :Sentence:— Temporal Exile: +100 Years— Memory Seal: -10 Years (Suppressed Awareness)— Cultivation Backlash: 1 Internal Sacrifice Required
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"It's happening… BEHOLD !!" Varnex shouted, wide-eyed.His wine glass floated, untouched.
The King staggered.
Beneath him, the ground folded.Not with weight—But with permission being revoked.
He looked up…
…and vanished in thin air.
Not exploded.Not teleported.
RemovedFrom now.
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Far below the city, hidden Gorgon core servers lit up with new entries:
[New Entry Logged: "Penalty Trigger: Immortal Homeless Calamity King"][Case Study Archive]— Side Effect: Universal Cultivation Breach— Self-Correcting System Rejection Detected— Status: Force-Sealed
[Energy Displacement Recorded]— Source: 1 Black God Sacrifice (Sable Judge)— Power Yield: 412 Celestial Units Aura Surges— Stored: Vault Theta-Ruin / Deep Aura Runic Stockpile— Note: "Awaiting future harvest."
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Meanwhile…
Somewhere far from now.
A crack opened in the edge of time.
And from it, a barefoot man in rags was thrown into the dirt, coughing stardust and memory fragments.
His eyes—empty.
His name—forgotten again.
If the wind of freedom had soul, then only him would have been able to remember what he once was...