To truly comprehend the catastrophic events that were silently unfolding across the vast tapestry of the cosmos, one must turn back the clock by exactly twenty-four hours.
This was the time of the previous day, an era of quiet before the thunderous chaos of the grand tournament had reached its absolute climax on Anipla Planet. While the mortals and warriors of the lower realms were engaged in their fierce clashes of flesh and elemental energy, the scene shifts far beyond the boundaries of standard reality, stepping past the traditional dimensions of space, time, and spirit, into an entirely foreign existence.
This was the Verse of Steel.
Unlike standard universes that possessed vast, soft expanses of organic life, fertile soil, deep blue oceans, and gentle gaseous atmospheres, the Verse of Steel was an absolute anomaly of nature. It was an entire cosmos forged completely, down to its most microscopic subatomic particle, out of absolute, indestructible metal.
Here, the mountains were not composed of granite or earth; they were colossal, jagged monoliths of solid, black-plated titanium that pierced through the chrome-colored sky. The rivers did not carry water, but rather vast, roaring currents of liquid mercury and molten white-hot iron that carved deep, smoking canyons through fields of tempered carbon steel. The clouds drifting through the upper atmosphere were dense, shimmering swarms of microscopic silver dust that chimed with a haunting, metallic resonance whenever the supersonic winds swept across the continent. Even the concept of plant life was replaced by sharp, crystalline spires of refined steel that sprouted from the metallic floor like blades of grass, humming with a ambient electromagnetic frequency that could instantly vaporize any organic creature foolish enough to set foot in this realm.
It was a cold, impenetrable, and terrifying universe—a realm constructed for ultimate structural density and unyielding durability.
At the absolute center of this metallic cosmos stood a fortress so vast that its perimeter encompassed the size of several terrestrial continents. This was the Grand Castle of the Sovereign. It was an architectural marvel constructed from a rare, light-absorbing cosmic alloy that gave the entire structure an ominous, dark-grey hue. The spires of the castle stretched upward for thousands of miles, casting long, razor-sharp shadows over the iron plains below. The castle radiated an atmosphere of pure, crushing authority, declaring to all of existence that the entity residing within was an absolute, untouchable tyrant.
Deep within the innermost sanctum of this impenetrable fortress, the grand throne room stretched out for miles. The floor was paved with polished, jet-black cosmic steel so reflective that it mirrored the chrome ceiling far above. Massive pillars, each thick enough to swallow a mountain, lined the grand hall, carved with ancient runes of metallic dominion.
At the far end of this titanic hall, resting atop an elevated dais made of stepped iron, sat the grand throne.
It was not a comfortable or traditional seat of royalty. It was shaped in the terrifying form of a single, colossal, jagged Thorn. Forged from an ancient, blood-red alloy that continuously bled faint wisps of crimson heat into the air, the Thorn curved menacingly upward, its razor-sharp tip pointing toward the sky like a weapon waiting to impale the heavens.
Sitting leisurely upon this blood-red Thorn was the undisputed ruler and supreme creator of this metallic universe: MITHU IBNE RIDWAN—the SUPREME G. O. D OF STEEL.
Ridwan was a sight that inspired pure, instinctual terror in any being who understood the hierarchy of the multiverse. He did not belong to the mundane races of mortals. Ridwan was a high-ranking member of the legendary, hyper-lethal cosmic species known as the Sterarians. In the universal registries of dangerous lifeforms, where standard intergalactic threats were barely rated at a single Skull, the Sterarians were categorized at a mind-boggling, reality-breaking Danger Level of exactly 20 Skulls.
His skin possessed a flawless, polished silver sheen that reflected the dark lighting of the hall, and his muscles were tightly coiled cables of living metallic fiber. His eyes glowed with a cold, calculating, and predatory light—the eyes of a supreme predator who viewed all of existence as nothing more than raw material to be bent, forged, or crushed under his heel.
At this particular moment, however, the Supreme G.O.D of Steel was not contemplating cosmic warfare or multiversal conquest.
Ridwan was indulging in absolute, decadent luxury. He was not alone on his grand Thorn. Reclining comfortably against his muscular torso was an exceptionally beautiful woman, draped in flowing, translucent silks of shimmering silver and dark violet. She moved with delicate, practiced grace, gently feeding Ridwan glowing, crystalized fruits harvested from the rare cosmic trees of foreign realms. She whispered sweet, intoxicating flatteries into his ear, fanning him with feathers made of spun gold.
Ridwan leaned back against the sharp edges of his crimson Thorn, a lazy, arrogant smirk resting upon his metallic lips. He swallowed a piece of the glowing fruit, resting one hand casually over the woman's shoulder, enjoying her presence and basking in the absolute, unquestioned peace of his supreme domain. In his mind, no entity in the multiverse dared to disturb the creator of the Verse of Steel.
He was safe. He was absolute. He was a god among gods.
Until reality itself decided to shatter.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Without a single moment of warning, an atmospheric explosion of apocalyptic proportions detonated at the far end of the castle!
The impenetrable front gates of the fortress—structures forged from millions of tons of super-dense, magically reinforced cosmic steel, built to withstand the collision of colliding stars—did not merely buckle or break. They were instantly, violently, and utterly atomized!
A massive, suffocating wave of pure, concentrated, blood-red energy blasted through the entrance with the velocity of an exploding galaxy! The sheer kinetic and thermal pressure of the red wave completely melted the polished jet-black floorboards into bubbling, glowing pools of liquid metal. The shockwave was so intensely violent that the entire continent-sized castle groaned in protest, sending massive seismic tremors cascading through the ground for millions of miles in every direction. The delicate silk drapes hung throughout the hall were instantly reduced to ash, and the pillars rattled as if the world was being torn apart at the seams.
The woman sitting with Ridwan let out a pierced, horrified shriek, tumbling off the elevated dais in sheer panic and scrambling behind the grand Thorn for shelter.
Ridwan, however, did not jump up in panic. His arrogant smirk instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, deadly, and icy scowl. His golden, metallic eyes narrowed into slits as his Sterarian aura ignited around his frame, creating a localized gravity field that instantly neutralized the incoming shockwave before it could touch his hair.
He remained seated on his red Thorn, looking through the thick, smoking haze of vaporized steel at the ruined entrance.
"Now... who is this bastard?" Ridwan growled out, his deep voice carrying the heavy, metallic resonance of grinding tectonic plates.
From the center of the roaring red dust cloud, a sound began to emerge. It was not the sound of a fleet of ships, nor was it the sound of an invading army.
It was the heavy, rhythmic, earth-shattering sound of single, isolated footsteps.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
With every single step the intruder took, the ruined metal floorboards beneath him groaned, leaving deep, glowing footprints crushed into the indestructible floor. As the thick, red smoke slowly parted, the terrifying silhouette of the visitor was revealed to the world.
It was a man, but calling him a simple human was a comical underestimation of his sheer, universe-defying physical presence.
He was a colossal, towering behemoth of a creature, built with the monstrous, impossibly dense physical frame of a legendary, hyper-muscular berserker. His chest was as wide as a fortress wall, and his shoulders were massive, vascular boulders that merged seamlessly into thick, corded traps rising well past his ears. His arms were thicker than ancient trees, covered in thick veins that pulsed with a strange, cosmic kinetic tension. Every inch of his physical body screamed of raw, unadulterated, limit-shattering power—a physical specimen that looked as if he could tear a planet in half with his bare hands without even flexing.
Perched atop his massive head was a simple, rustic straw hat. The frayed brim of the hat hung low, casting a long, dark, ominous shadow over the upper half of his face.
However, it was not his massive physique or his simple straw hat that made the air in the room drop to absolute zero.
It was his arms, his eyes, and the unnatural phenomena floating around his body.
This behemoth possessed exactly five arms.
His physical upper torso was heavily armored, and protruding cleanly from his body were five colossal, muscle-bound arms.
His upper left hand gripped a terrifying, massive Red 5-Headed Trident, its long, razor-sharp prongs dripping with the exact same apocalyptic red energy that had just vaporized the castle gates.
His upper right hand held a strange, ancient wooden drum, intricately strung with a total of exactly 10 strings—5 strings laid out on the left side, and 5 strings laid out on the right.
His lower two arms hung casually at his sides, his massive fingers gripping two bizarre, heavily reinforced, spiked plungers that radiated a heavy, dense gravitational force.
And finally, protruding directly from the center of his upper back, was his fifth arm. This arm was vast, noticeably thicker, significantly more muscular, and infinitely more terrifying than the other four. It hung completely empty, limp and relaxed, as if waiting for a threat worthy enough in all of creation to warrant its terrifying use.
If his five arms were not enough to freeze the blood of a god, his face was the stuff of nightmares.
He possessed exactly five eyes.
Three of his upper eyes were tightly covered and sealed beneath a thick, dark, ancient blindfold wrapped securely around his broad forehead. But the two lower eyes that remained completely exposed were terrifyingly distinct.
His first exposed eye was a deep, mesmerizing purple, marked with concentric, rippling circles that stretched outward from his pupil, radiating a god-like authority over gravity, force, and space.
His second exposed eye was a blood-red star, its jagged, razor-sharp edges spinning slowly within his iris, radiating the cold, pure, unadulterated essence of absolute, universal destruction.
And floating in a slow, perfect, continuous orbit around his giant frame were five hyper-dense cosmic orbs. Each orb burned with a distinct, blinding color: one Red, one Black, one Purple, one Green, and one Blue. They hummed with different cosmic frequencies, harmonizing into a haunting melody of raw power.
It was the mysterious, legend-shrouded 5 Armed Man.
He came inside the ruined hall, his heavy boots crunching over the melted slag. He stopped dead-center in the throne room, standing fifty meters away from the elevated dais. He raised his lower right hand, tilting his straw hat up by a fraction of an inch, allowing his concentric purple eye and his blood-red star eye to lock directly onto Ridwan.
The silence that fell over the throne room was suffocating. The sheer weight of the 5 Armed Man's passive presence was so massive that the remaining steel pillars in the room began to crack under the pressure.
Ridwan sat on his red Thorn, his cold metallic gaze scanning every inch of the five-armed behemoth. His Sterarian instincts were screaming at him, telling him that the entity standing before him was an anomaly that did not belong in any standard cosmic index.
"Now... who are you?" Ridwan demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, lethal register that echoed through the vast hall.
The 5 Armed Man did not flinch under the gaze of the Supreme G.O.D of Steel. He did not raise his weapon, nor did he shift into a fighting stance.
"Forget me," the 5 Armed Man replied smoothly. His voice was impossibly deep, vibrating with a heavy, cosmic resonance that made the liquid mercury rivers outside the castle violently churn.
Ridwan stared at the concentric purple eye. He stared at the spinning blood-red star eye. His mind raced through thousands of years of cosmic memories, filtering through the ancient archives of the Sterarian race. Slowly, a flicker of recognition flashed across Ridwan's glowing eyes. The deadly scowl on his face slowly relaxed, turning into a low, quiet, and deeply amused chuckle.
"Ohhhh... I remembered you," Ridwan said, leaning forward on his grand Thorn, resting his chin casually on his metallic knuckles. "But... why are you here?"
The 5 Armed Man stood completely still. The straw hat cast a shadow over his nose. The five cosmic orbs—Red, Black, Purple, Green, and Blue—continued their silent, perfectly timed orbit around his hulking torso.
He took a long, heavy, agonizing pause. The silence stretched across the ruined hall for what felt like an eternity, the tension rising with every passing second.
"1st..." the 5 Armed Man finally spoke, his voice cutting cleanly through the heavy air.
He took another deliberate pause, his exposed eyes shifting slightly to look at the cowering woman hiding behind the red Thorn.
"...left that woman."
He paused one final time, his voice growing cold.
"Then... we can talk."
Ridwan raised a single metallic eyebrow. He looked down at the woman hiding behind his seat, who was shivering violently in absolute terror from the 5 Armed Man's presence. Ridwan dismissively flicked his wrist.
"Go away," Ridwan commanded simply.
The woman didn't need to be told twice. She scrambled to her feet, sprinted across the elevated dais, and vanished into a side corridor at maximum speed, desperate to put as much distance between herself and the five-armed monster as physically possible.
With the woman gone, the 5 Armed Man began walking forward once again. He ascended the steps of the elevated dais, stopping right in front of Ridwan.
Ridwan smirked. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
WORK!
The supreme cosmic steel of the floor beneath them violently warped and shifted as if it were soft clay. The metal rose up, rapidly restructuring itself into a massive, dark-chrome dining table, perfectly polished and gleaming. Directly opposite Ridwan's grand blood-red Thorn, the metal floor sprouted a second seat—another massive Thorn-shaped chair, forged entirely from dark steel.
The 5 Armed Man didn't say a word. He pulled out the steel Thorn chair and sat down. His massive, Broly-like frame completely dwarfed the heavy seat, his five arms resting loosely over his knees and the edge of the table.
Almost instantly, a side door opened, and a dozen female servants entered the room. They were all members of rare, exotic cosmic races, carrying massive silver platters stacked high with glowing, steaming delicacies from across the multiverse. However, every single one of these women was dressed in excessively revealing, inappropriate attire—wearing barely anything more than delicate, sheer ribbons of shimmering silk that left almost nothing to the imagination.
They quickly lined the table, placing the luxurious dishes down before retreating to stand quietly along the edges of the room, bowing their heads in submission.
The 5 Armed Man looked around the room. His blood-red star eye narrowed significantly as he observed the scantily clad women standing along the walls. He turned his head back to Ridwan, his deep voice carrying a tone of clear, undeniable disapproval.
"Why there is too much woman?" the 5 Armed Man asked plainly. "And why their clothes are too inappropriate?"
Ridwan leaned back in his blood-red Thorn, picking up a glowing, crystalized blue fruit from a silver platter. He let out a loud, arrogant laugh, completely unbothered by the behemoth's judgment.
"All I want is pleasure," Ridwan stated smoothly, tossing the fruit into his mouth and chewing slowly. "Eat."
The 5 Armed Man looked down at the lavish feast spread out before him. There were roasted cosmic beasts, shimmering celestial soups, glowing fruits, and delicate pastries. He reached out with one of his lower arms, picking up a large, slow-cooked leg of a golden cosmic beast. He held it up to his eyes, examining it closely.
"Isn't the foods are made of Steel?" the 5 Armed Man asked, looking at Ridwan.
Ridwan shook his head, taking a sip from a crystal goblet. "No. I import organic delicacies from outer dimensions. I prefer refined tastes."
Hearing this, a small, genuine smile broke across the 5 Armed Man's usually stoic face beneath his straw hat. His concentric purple eye softened slightly.
"Ok," the 5 Armed Man said, his voice relaxing. "I thought that everything here is made of Steel, so..."
He took a brief pause, waving his upper right hand—the one holding the 10-stringed drum—toward the walls of the castle.
"...why not the foods?"
Without waiting for a response, the 5 Armed Man opened his mouth and took a massive, ravenous bite out of the cosmic meat! He ate with terrifying speed and voracious appetite, devouring whole roasts, crushing bones, and swallowing delicacies by the platter-load. His raw physical metabolism was so immense that he cleared half the table in mere seconds.
"BTW..." the 5 Armed Man mumbled while crunching through a massive roast, his voice muffled by the food. "...I can eat steel."
Ridwan paused, dropping his goblet onto the table. He stared across at the behemoth.
"But I can't," Ridwan replied coldly.
The 5 Armed Man swallowed his bite, wiping his mouth with the back of his lower left hand—the one holding the spiked plunger. He looked directly into Ridwan's glowing golden eyes.
"Yeah," the 5 Armed Man said calmly. "After alls you're a Sterarian."
He took a slow, heavy pause, letting his words hang in the air.
"(a species which is just 20 Skulls in Danger Level)."
Ridwan's eyes flared with a dangerous, lethal light. The mention of his exact species—and the casual, almost dismissive way the behemoth cited his race's terrifying 20 Skulls Danger Level—sent a wave of cold, sharp tension through the room. The air around Ridwan began to hum with lethal Sterarian energy.
"You know a lot about me," Ridwan remarked, his voice smooth as ice, carrying a hidden threat.
The 5 Armed Man reached across the table with his upper left hand, picking up a thick, glowing cosmic cookie. He tossed it into his mouth, taking a loud, crunchy bite.
"Yeah," the 5 Armed Man simply replied, offering no further elaborate explanation.
They continued to eat in a heavy, loaded silence. The sound of crunching bones, clinking platters, and chewing echoed through the vast, ruined hall. Despite the quiet, the sheer, passive pressure radiating from both of these cosmic entities was so unfathomably massive that the female servants standing along the walls were shivering uncontrollably, their knees knocking together, barely able to remain standing under the gravitational strain.
Finally, the feast was concluded. Every platter was picked clean.
Ridwan raised two metallic fingers into the air, calling out toward the side hall.
"Beer," Ridwan ordered arrogantly.
The servants moved instantly. Two women rushed forward, carrying a massive, heavy tray holding two crystal pitchers and two large, frosted mugs filled with a dark, foaming, highly potent cosmic beer—an intoxicating brew capable of knocking out a star-system's worth of gods.
The servant placed one glowing mug in front of Ridwan, and set the second mug directly in front of the 5 Armed Man.
Ridwan picked up his heavy mug, holding it up in a silent toast. He looked across the dark chrome table at the 5 Armed Man, who had not made a single move to touch the alcohol.
"Won't you eat it?" Ridwan asked, his tone laced with a subtle mock.
The 5 Armed Man did not reach for the mug. He sat completely still in his dark steel Thorn chair.
Suddenly, the five cosmic orbs orbiting his body—Red, Black, Purple, Green, and Blue—slowed their rotation, coming to a complete, absolute halt. The playful atmosphere in the room evaporated instantly. The 5 Armed Man tilted his head downward, his straw hat casting an absolute shadow over his face.
His deep voice echoed through the hall, carrying a weight so profound, so absolute, and so reverent that it silenced the very wind outside the castle.
"The Creator of My Creator..."
The 5 Armed Man took a long, sacred pause. His two exposed eyes closed in complete and utter devotion.
"...said us not to eat anything like Beer."
Ridwan stared at him across the table. He looked at the untouched mug of beer, then looked at the absolute, unbreakable posture of the five-armed behemoth. Ridwan could sense it—this was not a rule born of fear or weakness. It was an unshakeable, eternal decree from the Ultimate Source of all reality, a divine boundary that this cosmic entity would never cross for all of eternity.
Ridwan let out a quiet scoff, lowering his mug.
"Ok," Ridwan said softly, taking a long, heavy gulp of his own drink. "Your wish."
With a loud BANG, Ridwan slammed his empty goblet onto the chrome table. The casual meal was officially over. The atmosphere in the room instantly transformed, shifting from a tense dinner into a pressure cooker of absolute, violent hostility.
The 5 Armed Man slowly pushed his steel Thorn chair back. He stood up to his full, towering height, his massive, Broly-like physique blotting out the light of the hall. His five arms hung ready, his five orbs beginning to spin once again at high speeds.
He tilted his straw hat up slightly, his concentric purple eye and blood-red star eye locking onto the Supreme G.O.D of Steel.
"Would you like a combat?" the 5 Armed Man asked, his deep voice rumbling like an earthquake.
A wild, bloodthirsty, and terrifying grin stretched across Ridwan's metallic face. His Sterarian blood roared for battle. It had been millions of years since anyone had dared to challenge him in his own domain.
"Absolutely," Ridwan answered, his voice dripping with lethal excitement.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
In the exact same microsecond, both cosmic entities detonated their full, unbridled auras!
The dark chrome dining table and the massive steel Thorn chairs were instantly atomized, turned into microscopic metal dust by the sheer pressure of their bursting energies!
Ridwan jumped backward, levitating high into the air. He extended his right arm into the empty space before him. The metallic atmosphere of the entire Verse of Steel answered his call! Thousands of tons of pure, high-density cosmic steel condensed out of thin air, solidifying into a colossal, magnificently crafted Silver Trident! The weapon hummed with a terrifying, 20-Skull Danger Level aura, capable of slicing through reality itself.
The 5 Armed Man remained standing on the shattered floorboards. He casually raised his upper left arm, tightening his grip around his Red 5-Headed Trident.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ridwan roared, his Sterarian aura erupting in a blinding pillar of silver light!
He moved! Ridwan broke the speed of time, appearing directly in front of the 5 Armed Man in zero-point-zero seconds! He thrust his massive Silver Trident straight toward the 5 Armed Man's chest, intending to impale the behemoth and erase his physical vessel in a single strike!
The 5 Armed Man didn't even shift his footing. With a lazy, effortless motion of his upper left arm, he brought his Red 5-Headed Trident up to meet the incoming strike.
CLWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
The collision of the two god-tier tridents generated an acoustic and kinetic shockwave so utterly apocalyptic that the entire continent-sized castle was instantly torn to shreds! The massive steel pillars, the impenetrable outer walls, the grand spires—everything within a fifty-mile radius was violently blown outward, reduced to pulverized metal dust! The shockwave shot up into the sky, completely parting the chrome dust clouds across the entire planet!
Ridwan gritted his teeth, his metallic muscles bulging to their absolute limit as he pushed his Silver Trident forward with all of his 20-Skull power! The sheer physical weight he was outputting could have crushed a galaxy!
Yet, the 5 Armed Man stood there, blocking the ultimate thrust with a single upper arm. His feet hadn't slid back by even a millimeter. His posture was completely relaxed, his straw hat unbothered by the cosmic hurricane raging around them.
The 5 Armed Man looked at Ridwan, his voice sounding completely bored.
"Ridwan," the 5 Armed Man said calmly over the deafening noise of their clashing weapons. "I am not holding back."
Ridwan, feeling the immense resistance but vastly underestimating the depth of the behemoth's power, felt his bloodthirsty grin widen. He believed that because he was holding his ground against a non-holding-back strike, he was equal to the monster before him.
"Ok!" Ridwan shouted back, his voice echoing with supreme arrogance. "So I am strong enough as you!"
Ridwan violently pushed off, flying high into the open chrome sky of the Verse of Steel! The 5 Armed Man casually floated upward, following him into the upper atmosphere.
What followed was a battle of cosmic proportions. Ridwan fought with everything he had, unleashing the full, terrifying arsenal of a 20-Skull Sterarian! He summoned thousands of floating, metallic blades, generated storms of superheated liquid mercury, and thrust his Silver Trident tens of thousands of times per second, carving massive rifts into the very fabric of the Verse of Steel!
Yet, no matter what Ridwan did, the 5 Armed Man dominated the entire engagement with absolute, humiliating ease.
He didn't use the 10-stringed drum in his upper right hand.
He didn't use the empty, monstrous fifth arm on his back.
He didn't even use the floating cosmic orbs.
He simply moved his upper left arm, effortlessly parrying every single one of Ridwan's ultimate slashes with his Red 5-Headed Trident, casually stepping side to side in mid-air as if he were taking a peaceful afternoon stroll.
Frustrated beyond belief, his pride as the Supreme G.O.D of Steel deeply wounded, Ridwan realized that basic martial techniques were completely useless. He needed to end this with absolute, overwhelming destruction.
Ridwan flew back a thousand miles, stopping near the stratosphere. He raised his right arm, pointing it straight toward the distant, floating silhouette of the 5 Armed Man.
"STERARIAN DESTRUCTION!" Ridwan bellowed!
His entire 20-Skull aura began to forcefully drain into his right palm! A blinding sphere of hyper-compressed, absolute metallic energy formed at his fingertips—a blast so concentrated that it threatened to obliterate the entire Verse of Steel in a single chain reaction!
Far across the sky, the 5 Armed Man floated quietly. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the massive energy gathering in Ridwan's hand.
A low, mocking, almost playful chuckle escaped the 5 Armed Man's throat.
"Aha, MITHU..." the 5 Armed Man spoke, his deep voice carrying across the thousand-mile gap as if he were standing right next to Ridwan's ear.
He took a slow, deliberate pause, letting his words sink into Ridwan's soul.
"...what you're thinking? You can beat me, ah?"
Before Ridwan could even process the words, before he could pull the trigger on his ultimate attack, the 5 Armed Man made his move.
He didn't use his Red Trident.
Instead, he casually reached down with his lower left arm—the one holding one of the simple, spiked plungers. With a lazy, entirely nonchalant flick of his wrist, the 5 Armed Man slashed the spiked plunger horizontally through the empty sky.
SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
It looked like a completely harmless motion. It looked like a joke.
But the force behind that simple flick was an absolute, reality-deleting force of nature.
A massive, sweeping wave of apocalyptic Red Energy erupted from the tip of the spiked plunger! It did not travel through space—it simply deleted the concept of distance entirely!
The red force passed cleanly through Ridwan's ultimate Sterarian energy sphere, passing through his high-density metallic armor, and passing cleanly through his body!
CRACK!
The red energy vanished into the void of space.
For a second, nothing happened. Then, Ridwan's eyes widened in sheer, mind-shattering horror.
His entire right hand—along with his ultimate attack, his armor, and his Sterarian energy channels—was cleanly, completely, and utterly wiped out of existence! There was no blood, no stump, no residual energy—just an empty void where his right arm used to be, erased at the fundamental conceptual level!
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ridwan screamed at the top of his lungs, staggering back in mid-air, clutching his missing shoulder in absolute, paralyzing panic!
He looked at his empty shoulder. He looked at the vast, intact sky. His mind, refined over eons of cosmic dominance, completely shattered. He had been completely maimed by a casual flick of a spiked plunger!
Far across the sky, the 5 Armed Man lowered his lower left arm, resting the spiked plunger against his hip. He reached up with his upper right hand, adjusting his straw hat once more, covering his eyes.
"Ok," the 5 Armed Man's voice echoed coolly through the sky, completely detached from the horror he had just inflicted. "It's time to leave."
Without waiting for a reply, without offering another glance at the mutilated Supreme G.O.D of Steel, the 5 Armed Man turned his massive back. He took a single, casual step forward into the empty air.
SPACE SHATTERED!
A jagged rift in reality tore open before him, and the 5 Armed Man stepped cleanly out of the Verse of Steel, vanishing into the infinite void, leaving the ruined universe behind.
High up in the chrome sky, Ridwan hovered alone, clutching his erased arm, sweating profusely, his body trembling violently. The sheer, unfathomable terror of what he had just experienced washed over him like an ocean.
He stared at the spot where the monster had been standing just moments ago, his voice shaking uncontrollably as he muttered to the empty sky.
"Dude..." Ridwan whispered, his pride completely dead. "If this shit goes opposite of Duke... so he is done... although I won't survive."
He realized then, with absolute, horrifying clarity, that if this five-armed monster was an enemy of their faction, the entire cosmic order was doomed.
***
Meanwhile...
Far, far away from the Verse of Steel, completely separated from all known universes, dimensions, and timelines...
The scene shifts to the infinite, absolute void of outer space. There were no stars here, no planets, no light—only the vast, endless blackness of existence.
Floating peacefully in the middle of this absolute nothingness was the 5 Armed Man.
His straw hat drifted slightly in the cosmic zero-gravity. His five orbs—Red, Black, Purple, Green, and Blue—spun slowly around his massive, Broly-like frame, casting soft colored lights over his heavy armor.
He reached up with one of his lower hands, scratching the back of his head beneath his straw hat. A low, rumbling, highly amused chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke out loud to the empty space.
"Ohhhh..." the 5 Armed Man said, a sly, mischievous smirk breaking across his face.
He took a slow, dramatic pause, floating lazily in the void.
"...I lied."
He paused again, his concentric purple eye and blood-red star eye twinkling with dark amusement.
"I was using my 10% powers."
Suddenly...
Out of the absolute, pitch-black void surrounding him, a mysterious, ethereal, and terrifyingly ancient voice resonated directly into the 5 Armed Man's mind! It was a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time—a voice of absolute, supreme authority over all creation.
"Ah, 1%," the mysterious voice corrected bluntly, echoing through the infinite void.
The 5 Armed Man blinked his exposed eyes. He let out another hearty, echoing laugh, casually waving two of his upper arms dismissively at the empty void as he corrected his own statement.
"Yeah," the 5 Armed Man chuckled, his voice full of casual indifference. "1%."