Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Even the battlefield itself seemed afraid to make a sound.

Fragments of shattered lands hovered motionless in the air, frozen mid-fall, as though reality was waiting for permission to continue.

The ten Conquerors, beings who had ended civilisations without hesitation, hovered in disarray, their auras unstable, their breaths uneven.

Fear had crept in.

Not the fear of death.

Something far worse.

Zarvath was the first to move, his massive wings twitching instinctively as if preparing to take a step back rather than fight.

His pride screamed at him to roar, to attack again, to crush this insolent mortal, but his instincts, ancient and honed through countless apocalypses, were screaming louder.

"That…" Zarvath muttered, his voice lower now, restrained.

"That wasn't defence."

Solara-Vex clenched her fists, galaxies behind her flickering erratically.

"He didn't block it," she said slowly, disbelief creeping into her tone.

"He didn't reflect it. There was no counterforce."

Seraphiel's radiant wings trembled, feathers dimming.

"Then where did the attack go?"

Daniel floated there, rings of Devourer's Greed rotating lazily around him, as if the question itself amused him.

"Gone," he replied simply.

"Why does that surprise you?"

Garruk Ironbound swallowed, metal grinding as his massive frame adjusted.

"Gone… as in erased?" He questioned the others.

Nyxthalos' shadows writhed uncontrollably.

"No," he hissed.

"Erasure leaves residue. Even annihilation leaves scars."

All eyes turned, slowly, to Astraeus Murmuris.

The Oracle of Final Convergence was shaking.

Not violently, but subtly, like a star on the verge of collapse.

His eyes, once filled with endless futures, were now unfocused, hollow.

"I…" Astraeus whispered.

"I couldn't see it."

Zarvath snarled, turning on him.

"See what?! Speak!"

Astraeus looked up, terror naked on his face. "The moment he was attacked…there was nothing to observe. No branch. No divergence. No outcome."

Solara-Vex stiffened.

"Explain."

Astraeus' voice cracked.

"The attack didn't fail. It didn't succeed. It never entered causality."

The words settled like a death sentence.

"He removed the action itself," Astraeus continued hoarsely.

"Not its result. Not its origin. The event was excised from the timeline. As if it was never allowed to exist."

Serion's halo fractured further with a sharp crack.

"That's impossible. Actions define law."

Daniel chuckled softly.

"Only if the law still applies to me."

Elyndra backed away instinctively, halos trembling.

"You're saying… even fate couldn't record it?"

Astraeus nodded slowly.

"There was no fate to rewrite. No destiny to resist. The timeline had… a hole."

Zarvath's breath hitched.

A hole in time.

"You…" he growled, voice no longer filled with arrogance, but something raw.

"You're not taking us seriously"

Daniel tilted his head, eyes glowing faintly red.

"Of course not."

"I'm deciding whether you're allowed to act."

That was when true panic spread.

Mor'Kairon's skeletal fingers tightened around his crown.

"If he removes our actions…"

"Then we can't even lose properly," Thorgar muttered. "We just… don't happen."

Daniel smiled wider.

"Now you're starting to understand."

The Conquerors, tyrants, and absolutes felt something they had never felt before.

Not resistance.

Not opposition.

But invalidation.

They weren't being challenged.

They were being edited out.

And for the first time since their ascension, the ten Conquerors understood:

They were not facing a stronger enemy.

They were facing the end of permission itself.

Even as terror gripped their hearts, the Conquerors could not falter.

To retreat would be to dishonour themselves, to dishonour their gods, and to admit failure against a mortal, a thought that none could stomach.

They had been chosen, blessed, and empowered by entities beyond comprehension.

To fail was to erase not only their pride but the very purpose of their existence.

And so, with grim determination, they struck.

Solara-Vex acted first.

[: Stellar Judgement :]

Massive spiral miniature stars condensed above Daniel, each orbiting a system of planets, each radiating brilliance and heat strong enough to annihilate small galaxies.

These compressed supernovas descended toward him, streaking across the sky like instruments of celestial execution.

"He won't survive this…" murmured Astraeus, voice trembling with disbelief as he observed the assault.

But Solara-Vex's strike was only the beginning.

[: Galactic Iron Fist :]

Garruk leapt into the sky, his fist enveloped in layers of iron and unbreakable laws.

Blessings of indestructibility, invincibility, and demolishing authority fused into a single blow capable of shattering entire galaxies.

His fist descended in a meteor of annihilation, the very air screaming in protest.

[: Bind of Celestial Dawn :]

Seraphiel's chains of light shot out from her body at the speed of thought, each link infused with laws of restraint and celestial judgment.

The chains aimed to shackle Daniel's limbs and suppress his powers temporarily, rendering him vulnerable to the onslaught.

[: Night of Silence :]

Nyxthalos dissolved into waves of inky darkness, snuffing out stars and light sources in a sweeping aura.

The skill decreased Daniel's stats by more than 80%, each passing second gnawing at his HP, threatening to sap him entirely.

[: Decree of Tribulation :]

Thorgar's storm gathered above, sparks of lightning coalescing into judgmental spears.

This was a skill not just of annihilation but of erasure, capable of removing their target from all timelines, dimensions, and even reincarnation itself.

The very laws of existence shivered beneath it.

[: Mystic of the Unknown :]

Elyndra conjured three otherworldly beings, each drawn from unknown realms and timelines, their forms incomprehensible:

Vryllith, the Cosmic Snake, is a serpentine entity covered in fractal, ever-shifting scales that bent reality around it.

Its maw could swallow not just matter, but concepts, devouring the essence of entire civilizations in a single bite.

Ophrys, Harbinger of the Forgotten, is a floating lattice of impossibly thin filaments, each one a world-ending needle.

Wherever Ophrys moved, the fabric of space tore, allowing glimpses into annihilated dimensions and erasing them in the process.

Kaelthys, Void Reaver, is a storm of semi-conscious void fragments, black crystals rotating in complex geometries.

Its energy disintegrated anything it touched, collapsing even laws of physics into nullity.

The three creatures attacked together, combining their destructive forces into a torrent capable of obliterating more than a single galaxy.

[: Extinction Collection: Overdrive :]

Mor'Kairon channeled trillions of extinct beings, their accumulated strength coalescing into a single colossal blast aimed at Daniel.

Every ounce of annihilated life he had ever claimed surged forward, the weight of eons poised to crush the mortal anomaly.

[: Horn of Doomsday :]

Justicar Serion blew the horn, a divine instrument that dictated the end of life.

Its resonance carried a fragment of the Universe's own judgment, specifically calibrated to extinguish beings of planetary or even galactic scale.

The sound rolled across dimensions, a signal of inevitable demise.

[: Ruin of Bahamut :]

Zarvath condensed all elemental and lawful forces into a singular, roaring energy strike.

The attack surged forward, capable of unmaking more than one galaxy in its path.

[: Whispers of Fate :]

Astraeus whispered, folding probability and destiny into a lattice of inevitability.

The attacks of the nine other Conquerors were amplified a hundredfold, their success guaranteed, while all concepts that could nullify or negate them were erased from reality.

The battlefield became a storm of impossible destruction.

Stars, planets, void, divine law, extinction, lightning, shadows, and cosmic abominations converged on Daniel simultaneously.

Each attack alone could have shattered existence; together, they formed an apocalyptic cascade aimed at consuming the mortal once and for all.

Daniel hovered calmly in the eye of the storm.

The rings of Devourer's Greed spun faster, eyes glowing red, teeth gnashing in anticipation.

His voice, layered with countless echoes, rang out across the shattered sky:

"Finally… let's see how deep your greed really runs."

Daniel hovered at the centre of the storm, the full fury of ten Conquerors' ultimate attacks converging on him from all directions.

Spiral supernovas condensed by Solara-Vex, Garruk's fist of indestructible iron, Seraphiel's chains of light, Nyxthalos' creeping darkness, Thorgar's timeline-erasing lightning, Elyndra's three unfathomable horrors, Mor'Kairon's extinction blast, Serion's horn of divine judgment, Zarvath's Ruin of Bahamut, and Astraeus' lattice of fate itself, all of it hurtling toward him simultaneously.

For a heartbeat, the battlefield seemed to pause, time stretching as though reality itself held its breath.

The Conquerors' faces, despite their centuries of conquest and mastery over cosmic powers, betrayed the first hints of fear.

Even Astraeus' calm, calculating eyes widened in shock.

Then Daniel's hand moved, slowly and deliberately.

[: Devourer's Greed: Predation Override :]

The moment he activated the skill, the air screamed, the laws of existence bending violently around him.

Rings of Devourer's Greed exploded outward in a shattering pulse of black-gold light, their teeth gnashing, eyes blazing like stars consumed by the void.

Immediately, every Conqueror was marked.

Red sigils appeared above their heads, jagged and pulsing with undeniable hunger.

They had been marked as 'Consumables'

Time snapped back into motion, and with it, every attack aimed at Daniel ceased.

Supernovas froze mid-descent, iron fists hung suspended inches from impact, chains of light dissolved, shadows convulsed and recoiled, the lightning storm evaporated, the otherworldly horrors vanished, Mor'Kairon's blast dissipated, Serion's horn clattered and fell silent, Ruin of Bahamut collapsed into itself, and Astraeus's lattice of fate imploded like shattered glass.

The Conquerors gaped, disbelief cracking their composure.

"What… what just happened?" Solara-Vex's voice trembled, eyes flicking toward Daniel in terror.

"This… this isn't possible," Garruk growled, his massive form quivering.

Astraeus stepped forward, robes torn, eyes wide with horror.

"Impossible… I… I removed the possibility of such an outcome. All attacks… all interventions… nullified. How could he…?"

Daniel tilted his head, a faint smirk playing across his lips.

"You forgot one thing," he said, voice layered with infinite echoes.

"My greed."

"Greed…?" Seraphiel's radiant chains faltered.

"Yes," Daniel murmured.

"I've consumed everything. Power… fate… even your precious lattice, Astraeus. My hunger… has devoured the rules you rely on. And now…"

His red-tinged eyes sharpened, teeth-clad rings spinning, "…it overrides everything."

The sigils above the Conquerors pulsed brighter.

[: Devourer's Greed: Predation Override :]

This wasn't just a skill; it was a declaration.

A reality-altering verdict.

The aura emanating from Daniel crushed their will.

Level? Null.

Rank? Null.

Immortality? Null.

Narrative protection, plot armour, divine blessings, fates, attacks, everything stripped, reclassified.

They were no longer Conquerors.

They were consumables, existing solely as sustenance for Daniel's insatiable greed.

Astraeus staggered back, finally whispering, voice trembling.

''T-This is impossible! Y-You deny even fate itself!''

Daniel's smirk widened.

"Exactly. And there's nothing you can do about it."

Reality itself seemed to bow to his hunger.

The attacks they had prepared with centuries of mastery, the divine interventions, the fate-proofed laws, all dissolved into nothing, swallowed before they even touched him.

Their supremacy, origin, and existence no longer provided any protection.

The Conquerors felt the weight of their absolute helplessness.

They were staring not at a mortal, not even at a conqueror, but at a force that decided what could exist and what could be consumed.

And Daniel?

He simply hovered, the rings of Devourer's Greed orbiting, teeth gnashing, shadows writhing, and the cold, certain smirk of inevitability etched across his face.

"Time to eat."