His speed surpassed the limits of imagination.
For a human mind, even picturing such velocity was impossible—achieving it existed beyond reality itself. As he moved, time began to lose its meaning. Seconds stretched unnaturally, moments fractured, and the flow of time slowed… again and again…
Until, finally—
Time stopped.
For him alone.
The scene shifts to Earth.
A silent road stretches beneath a dim, lifeless sky. Yagami walks alone, his footsteps echoing faintly in the emptiness. His face carries no energy—no anger, no sadness, no resolve. Only exhaustion.
Each step feels heavy, as if he is dragging something invisible behind him. He does not look around. He does not look forward.
He simply walks.
Like a man punishing himself for a mistake he can never undo.
Like a man who hates himself.
Elsewhere.
Darkness dominates the space, thick and suffocating. From within it stands a shadow—still, unmoving, absolute.
That shadow is Sugarawa.
Before him, a man kneels, head lowered so deeply his forehead almost touches the ground. Fear and loyalty mix in his trembling posture. Even breathing feels forbidden in Sugarawa's presence.
With a shaking voice, the man asks,
"My lord… what is our next move?"
Silence follows.
Then Sugarawa speaks.
One word.
"Rule."
It is not spoken with anger or excitement. It carries no emotion at all—only certainty. It is not a plan.
It is a conclusion.
Sugarawa had already acquired his country.
Its military, its magicians, its resources—all bent completely to his will. But that achievement meant nothing to him.
One nation was not enough.
He wanted the world.
And so, the next step began.
A message was delivered to his people—those absolutely loyal to him. Their mission was not conquest through war, but conquest through belief.
They spread across the globe.
To every country.
Every city.
Every village.
They spoke to refugees, civilians, soldiers, and leaders. They whispered stories, shared rumors, planted ideas—always changing faces, always changing voices, but never changing the message.
"Sugarawa is the strongest being alive."
"He alone reclaimed a fallen nation."
"He is the only one who can protect us."
"He is like a god."
"He should rule this broken world."
At first, people laughed.
A single man ruling the world?
A magician beyond all others?
Impossible.
But the world was already broken.
Fear grew.
Hope followed.
The rumors did not stop. They multiplied—retold, exaggerated, glorified. Each repetition made Sugarawa seem less human and more divine.
Within a month, disbelief turned into faith.
Not because people wanted to be servants—but because they were desperate.
They did not want a ruler.
They wanted a protector.
Someone strong enough to stand against monsters, disasters, and uncontrolled magic. Someone who could save them when governments failed.
Some claimed Sugarawa could defeat ministers and armies with a single punch.
Others said his magic was so overwhelming he could kill hundreds of dragons in a single second.
By then, truth no longer mattered.
Belief did.
People began to say it openly—
"He is a god who descended to Earth to protect us."
And so, without war…
Without resistance…
Sugarawa's plan reached its final stage.
For the first time in history—past or present—
A single man was crowned by the will of the world itself.
The King of the Entire World.
Three days later—
At the very edge of existence.
Since the Big Bang, the universe has expanded endlessly, creating regions untouched by any life. At the farthest boundary lies a place known as the end of the universe—a realm of pure darkness.
Rue stands there.
That same impossible speed carried him to this unreachable place in just three days.
Around him, space continues to expand endlessly—but it cannot touch him. His speed surpasses even the expansion of the universe itself.
He stops within the darkness and speaks calmly,
"I'm here. Where are you?
I came here to meet you."
Suddenly—
Thousands of pitch-black black holes appear out of nothing. Slowly, they drift closer, collapsing into one another. Within seconds, a single massive black hole forms at the outer boundary of the universe.
Rue stands beside it.
Then a deep voice echoes from within the abyss.
"Go… and become the new God of Destruction."
The words do not travel through space.
They command it.
The universe trembles.
Rue shows no fear.
No hesitation.
Only acceptance.
He turns his gaze back toward the universe he left behind—a world that had just crowned a false god.
And with a single step—
He disappears.