Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

What Daniel was about to unleash upon Virexia Minor was not merely an act of power, nor was it a display of dominance that could be measured, analysed, or resisted through any known system, but rather an event that defied the very structure of existence itself.

It was as though a foreign truth had intruded upon reality and demanded that everything bend, fracture, and ultimately submit to its presence.

The skies, which had only moments ago begun to clear under his earlier command, did not simply stabilise but instead began to distort in ways that no natural phenomenon could replicate.

Layers of space folded inward like torn fabric, attempting to stitch itself back together while failing under the pressure of something infinitely greater pressing from the outside.

Daniel hovered there, suspended between heaven and world, yet no longer truly belonging to either, as the air around him thickened into something tangible, something aware, something that reacted to his existence as though it were alive and terrified.

And then...the voice came again.

It was no longer faint.

It was no longer distant.

It was everywhere.

It echoed across continents, through oceans, beneath the crust, within the bloodstream of the planet itself, trembling and breaking as though every word cost it a fragment of its remaining life.

"Please… save them… please… I beg you…"

The spirit of the world was no longer whispering.

It was crying.

Its voice carried grief that spanned centuries, pain that had seeped into every corner of existence, and desperation so raw that even the laws of reality seemed to hesitate in its presence, as though acknowledging that something sacred was on the verge of being extinguished forever.

Daniel did not move immediately, yet everything about him changed in that single moment, as his gaze slowly swept across the horizon, taking in the countless cities, the suffering embedded into their foundations, and the countless lives that had been reduced to nothing more than fuel for a system they could neither understand nor escape.

He saw children who had never known what a clear sky looked like, workers whose bodies had been hollowed out by endless extraction, and entire populations who had been conditioned to believe that their suffering was not only normal but necessary.

And for the first time, Daniel felt something that was not anger alone.

It was something deeper.

Something colder.

Something absolute.

'If I hadn't been given the system, maybe my world would have been like this...'

Far below, within the hidden stronghold buried beneath layers of concealment, the Black Meridians had already begun to unravel under the sheer impossibility of what they were witnessing.

Their systems, designed to detect, predict, and neutralise all forms of interference, failed not because they were insufficient, but because what they were attempting to measure did not exist within any framework they had ever encountered.

"This is no longer within acceptable parameters."

One of them stated, their voice no longer composed but edged with something dangerously close to panic as streams of incomprehensible data flooded their displays.

"It's not energy, it's not mana, it's not even conceptual interference."

Another added, their form flickering as though even their existence was being destabilised simply by observing the phenomenon above.

"Then what is it?"

A third demanded, their tone sharp, desperate, demanding an answer that none of them could provide.

The leader stepped forward slowly, his presence heavier than the rest, yet even he could not mask the tension that had begun to seep into his voice.

"…It's intrusion," he said at last, though the word felt insufficient, almost insulting in its simplicity.

A pause followed.

"…No,"

He corrected himself quietly, as the projection of Daniel flickered before them, completely unbound, completely unaffected by every system they had ever relied upon.

"…It's something worse."

The silence that followed was suffocating.

And then, a decision had been made.

"Deploy all units immediately."

There was no hesitation this time, no deliberation, no caution, as the weight of thousands of years of planning was cast aside in favour of a single, desperate objective.

"Activate suppression grids across all continents."

"Engage dimensional anchors at maximum output."

"Release the Executors."

"And if that fails…"

The leader's voice dropped, colder than before, carrying a finality that echoed through the chamber.

"Erase him."

On the other hand, above the world, Daniel exhaled, and for a moment, reality had collapsed.

[: Reality Maker :]

Daniel spoke, and reality maker was a title that he had obtained after attaining an achievement.

The title did not activate like an ability.

It manifested like a truth that had always existed but had finally been acknowledged.

The moment those words left his lips...

"I will remake what has been broken."

Everything changed.

His body began to shift, not violently, but with an unsettling calm that made the transformation all the more terrifying, as though reality itself was carefully rewriting him into something it did not fully understand but could not refuse.

His hair lengthened, cascading down in strands that shimmered not with light, but with fragments of existence itself, each strand appearing as though it contained reflections of different realities layered upon one another.

His skin flickered between states, at times solid and defined, at times transparent to the point where the world behind him could be seen through him, and at times absent, leaving behind only a silhouette that suggested form without truly possessing it.

He had not become intangible.

He had become undefined.

A being that existed between what was and what could be.

Around him, space fractured.

Not shattered like glass.

But peeled.

Layer by layer, as though reality were being stripped back to reveal something deeper, something raw, something that had never been meant to be seen.

The dimension itself reacted.

It resisted.

Invisible forces pressed inward from all directions, attempting to contain him, to stabilise what was being undone, to enforce the laws that had governed existence since its conception.

And yet...they failed.

Because Daniel was no longer bound by those laws.

He was rewriting them.

Across the world, people fell to their knees, not out of fear, but because their very existence could no longer maintain stability under the weight of what was unfolding above them.

Their senses were flooded with something incomprehensible, something vast, something that made their entire understanding of reality feel insignificant.

Some cried without knowing why.

Some laughed in hysteria.

Some simply stared at the sky, their minds unable to process what their eyes were witnessing.

The horizon itself bent.

Oceans stilled.

Mountains trembled.

And for the first time in its long, suffering existence, the world felt hope.

The spirit of Virexia Minor appeared.

Not as a voice this time but as a presence.

A faint, fragile figure stretching across the horizon, its form incomplete, its existence flickering as though it could vanish at any moment, its eyes filled with tears that carried the weight of an entire world's suffering.

"Please…" it whispered again, though this time the word carried clarity, carried emotion, carried life.

"Save them…"

Daniel looked at it.

Truly looked.

And in that moment, he answered.

A decree that did not simply echo across the world, but embedded itself into the very fabric of existence.

"From this moment onward…"

His voice resonated not through sound, but through reality itself.

"This world will no longer belong to those who defile it."

The moment those words echoed, the sky split and light surged.

And the universe listened, and at that exact moment, the Black Meridian forces arrived.

Tearing through space in violent ruptures, their forms clad in armour that distorted perception itself, their weapons humming with enough power to erase entire cities, their presence overwhelming, suffocating, absolute.

The moment the sky split open under the strain of their arrival, the forces of the Black Meridians descended upon Virexia Minor like a collapsing constellation.

Their presence, blotting out the fragile sunlight that had only just begun to reclaim the world, their numbers stretching far beyond the horizon as if the very fabric of space had been weaponised to deliver an army that had conquered countless civilisations before this one.

And at the forefront of it all, the leader emerged.

He did not rush, and he did not hesitate.

He simply stepped forward, the space beneath him stabilising instinctively as though reality itself recognised the weight of his existence, his gaze locking onto Daniel with a sharp, calculating intensity that carried neither fear nor uncertainty, only cold evaluation.

"So," he began, his voice amplified across the battlefield and beyond, reaching cities, oceans, and the trembling hearts of millions below, "you are the insolence that dares to interfere."

A faint chuckle escaped him, low and dismissive, as though the very idea amused him.

"You stand alone, unregistered, unnamed, originating from a planet so insignificant that it does not even appear within our records," he continued, his tone sharpening with each word.

"And yet you presume to challenge us?"

Behind him, countless figures shifted, their presence rippling with restrained violence as murmurs spread through the ranks, some amused, some curious, others openly mocking the lone figure suspended before them.

"Do you even understand what you are standing against?"

Another voice called out from within the formation, laced with ridicule.

"The Black Meridians span across systems, across galaxies, across layers of existence that your kind could not even begin to comprehend."

A ripple of laughter followed, low at first, then spreading, building, until it echoed like a chorus of contempt across the sky.

"You are not a savior," a third added, their tone dripping with mockery.

"You are a mistake that wandered too far from its origin and thought he could be a hero"

The leader raised a hand slightly, silencing the noise behind him, though the faint echoes of laughter still lingered in the air like a stain that refused to fade.

"Leave," he said simply, his voice now colder, sharper, carrying the weight of command.

"Return to whatever insignificant world you crawled out from, and we may yet allow you to continue existing."

A pause followed.

"Persist… and you will be erased, not just from this world, but from every trace of existence that acknowledges you."

The threat hung heavy in the air, absolute, final.

And yet, Daniel did not respond.

He did not move, nor did he react.

He simply watched.

From his position above them, his gaze swept across the vast assembly, not with anger, not with caution, but with something far more unsettling.

And that was indifference.

To him, they were not an army.

They were not a threat.

They were not even worthy of acknowledgement.

They were less than insects.

Less than dust.

Something that existed only because he had not yet decided otherwise.

The silence stretched, and it became uncomfortable.

And then, Daniel spoke.

"Your presence is unnecessary."

His voice did not rise, yet it carried across the entire battlefield, embedding itself into reality with a weight that could not be ignored.

"Your existence… is excessive."

The moment those words settled, something shifted.

''Hence, all of you should have been unmade," Daniel declared.