"They have people who can create entire universes. Not just rewrite reality within one world—but birth entire dimensions, build laws, control fate itself." Her expression was grim. "If we're going to war against them, we can't do it alone."
Amelia's fingers twitched. "And the Sun Clan… they can help us?"
Camila nodded. "The Sun Clan is one of the last great celestial bloodlines. They've remained hidden for centuries, isolated on a distant planet. But within their ranks is someone who possesses a power we need."
She looked at Satoshi.
"The Eyes of Pride."
The Eyes of Pride—A Rival to the Gods
Satoshi exhaled slowly. "Never heard of them."
Camila smirked. "That's because no one talks about them. Out of fear."
Amelia's eyes narrowed. "What can they do?"
Camila turned fully to face them, her voice steady, deliberate.
"The Eyes of Pride are the closest thing to an unstoppable will in existence. The one who wields them cannot be dominated, cannot be controlled, cannot be bound by fate or authority. They do not obey the rules of gods, demons, or reality itself."
She paused, letting that sink in.
"The stronger their pride, the more absolute their existence becomes."
Satoshi let out a low whistle. "Sounds like someone I'd like to meet."
Camila's expression darkened. "That's the problem."
Satoshi frowned. "…What do you mean?"
Camila exhaled, crossing her arms. "The wielder of the Eyes of Pride isn't someone who just 'joins causes.' He follows no king, no god, no clan. He fights for himself."
Satoshi smirked. "Then we just have to convince him."
Camila met his gaze. "You don't convince someone with the Eyes of Pride. You challenge them."
Satoshi's grin widened. "Even better."
The Gods Among the Dark Clans
But then, Camila's expression grew even heavier.
"There's something else," she murmured.
Amelia's breath hitched slightly. "What?"
Camila turned to both of them, her next words carrying a weight beyond comprehension.
"You saw what Miguel could do," she said. "You saw how he could manifest any ability he desired."
Satoshi nodded, his jaw clenching at the memory. "Yeah."
Camila's eyes darkened.
"There are others in the Dark Clans who make Miguel look like a child playing with sand."
The air shuddered at her words, as if the world itself recognized their meaning.
"Some of them don't just rewrite reality," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Some of them don't just manipulate laws."
She exhaled slowly.
"Some of them create entire universes."
A heavy silence followed.
Amelia's fingers curled slightly. "…How?"
Camila's eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight. "No one knows. The most powerful among the Dark Clans are beyond logic. They shape existence the way an artist paints a canvas. They don't follow rules."
She met Satoshi's gaze, her expression hard. "They make them."
Satoshi's usual smirk faded.
This was different.
Miguel had been overwhelming. But this—this was something else entirely.
This was war against the creators of reality itself.
Camila continued. "The moment we move against them, we won't just be fighting warriors." She looked at Amelia. "We won't just be fighting manipulators of time and mind."
She exhaled.
"We'll be fighting gods."
To the Stars
Satoshi let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders. "So, let me get this straight."
He held up a finger. "We need to go to a completely different planet to find some dude who may or may not help us."
Another finger. "This dude has the most broken ego in existence and will probably try to kill us before even listening."
Another. "And then, assuming we even get him to help, we have to fight people who can create universes."
He stared at Camila.
Then he grinned.
"Sounds fun."
Camila sighed, shaking her head. "You're insane."
Amelia smirked faintly. "We all are."
Satoshi stretched, looking up at the endless night sky. "So how do we get there?"
Camila smirked.
"The same way we always do."
She turned, pulling a small metallic object from her pocket. With a click, it expanded—runes glowing across its surface.
A portal ignited before them, burning with golden energy. Beyond it, a vast ocean of stars awaited.
She looked at them.
"We step forward."
Satoshi exhaled, rolling his shoulders. Amelia took a slow breath, steeling herself.
And then—together—
They stepped into the unknown.
The Journey Begins.
Beyond the stars, the Sun Clan awaited.
Beyond the Sun Clan, the Dark Clans loomed.
And beyond them all—
A war unlike any before was about to begin.
And Satoshi, Amelia, and Camila would stand at the center of it.
Because that's what they always did.
That's what they always would do.
Because fate meant nothing.
Because reality was just a game waiting to be rewritten.
And because in the end—
It wouldn't be fun any other way.
TO BE CONTINUED… 🔥🚀
The Watching Gods
In the deepest, most forgotten corners of existence—beyond time, beyond creation itself—sat two beings who had seen the rise and fall of entire realities.
They were not gods, for gods were beneath them.
They were not rulers, for kings still bowed to them.
They were something older, greater, and far more terrifying.
And tonight, they spoke of one human.
A Meeting Beyond Time
The King of Sloth sat upon his throne of unmoving stars, a being so vast and formless that to look upon him was to feel the weight of eternity pressing down upon your soul. His eyes, dim and ancient, held the weariness of countless eons.
Opposite him, standing in a world of endless burning skies, was the King of Wrath—a being of pure, unrelenting fury. His very presence boiled the air, his existence a constant, infinite battle against reality itself.
They had not spoken in millennia.
And yet, now, they watched the same man.
Satoshi.
The impossible human.
The anomaly.
And the greatest mystery they had ever seen.
The Impossibility of Satoshi
The King of Wrath's voice rumbled, a sound like a thousand storms roaring in unison.
"He should be dead."
The King of Sloth sighed, his voice slow, deep, and endlessly amused.
"And yet… he is not."
They both gazed into the void, where countless reflections of Satoshi's past, present, and possible futures flickered like stars.
A mortal.
A warrior.
A fool.
A god-slayer.
A madman.
And now…
A man who wielded two Eyes of Sin.
The King of Wrath's golden eyes narrowed, the flames of his domain roaring in frustration.
"Do you know how many have tried?"
The King of Sloth chuckled, the weight of his laughter sending ripples through reality itself.
"All of them."
The King of Wrath clenched his fist, and entire realms trembled.
"They all broke."
It was the law of existence.
The Eyes of Sin were not gifts.
They were burdens, each one consuming the mind, body, and soul of its wielder, reshaping them into something barely human.
To take one was to walk the edge of madness.
To take two was to invite certain death.
Yet here Satoshi stood—
Not broken.
Not shattered.
Not erased from existence.
Laughing.
As if the weight of two Eyes of Sin was nothing more than an amusing inconvenience.
A Sin Beyond Sins
The King of Wrath's rage burned hotter.
"This has never happened before. Not once. Not in all of time."
The King of Sloth nodded, his dim eyes flickering in thought.
"Only one has ever held more than one before…"
The name did not need to be spoken.
The King of Sin.
The one above all of them.
The one who had vanished, leaving behind only chaos, war, and their shattered domains.
And now—
Satoshi.
A man who should not exist.
A man who should have died the moment he took a second Eye.
A man who was now walking the same path as the King of Sin himself.
The King of Wrath exhaled, his molten breath shaking the very bones of reality.
"Do you think he will seek a third?"
The King of Sloth smirked, his massive form shifting slightly for the first time in centuries.
"If he does…" He paused, his voice filled with something almost… delighted.
"…I would very much like to see what happens."
The King of Wrath's flames flickered—not in anger, but in something far more dangerous.
Curiosity.
For the first time in ages, both beings felt something unfamiliar.
Excitement.
Because Satoshi was no longer just a man.
He was something else entirely.
Something new.
Something that might just rewrite the very fabric of existence.
And for the first time in history, the Kings of Sin watched, not as rulers—
But as spectators.
Waiting.
Wondering.
What would he do next?
The Price of Sloth
The portal had closed behind them.
The stars stretched endlessly in every direction, vast and unknowable. The air in the abandoned Celestial Docking Station hummed faintly with residual energy, the remnants of civilizations long forgotten. Satoshi, Camila, and Amelia stood in the heart of the structure, waiting for their next move.
But tonight, Camila had a different question on her mind.
She turned to Satoshi, her eyes sharp.
"You've had the Eyes of Sloth for a while now."
Satoshi raised an eyebrow, stretching his arms. "And?"
Camila crossed her arms. "What did you get?"
Silence.
Amelia glanced between them, intrigued but saying nothing.
Satoshi exhaled slowly.
A flicker of blue light passed through his gaze, his Eyes of Sloth glowing faintly as he stared into the infinite void beyond the station.
And then he spoke.
First Stage: The Same Beginning
"The first stage gave me the same thing the Eyes of Wrath did," Satoshi said, voice calm. "My body became stronger, faster, more efficient. My perception of time slowed, my reaction speed increased."
Camila nodded. "That makes sense. All Eyes of Sin start by enhancing their wielder's body."
Satoshi smirked. "Yeah, but this one's a little different. I don't waste energy anymore. My body doesn't move unless it needs to. My power doesn't flare unless it serves a purpose. Even my breathing, my heart rate—it's all optimized."
He leaned against the cold metal railing, glancing at Camila. "It means I can fight without effort."
She narrowed her eyes. "You mean without trying?"
Satoshi grinned. "No. Without wasting."
Camila's frown deepened. She had seen it in battle. The way he hardly moved—until it was absolutely necessary. The way he countered without hesitation, never overexerting, never rushing, yet somehow always being in control.
She had thought it was just his personality.
Now she realized—it was the Eyes.
Second Stage: The Power of the Abyss
Satoshi lifted his hand. A shadow stirred beneath his palm, writhing unnaturally, shifting between solid and void, alive and unalive.
"The second stage gave me Darkness Manipulation."
Amelia's eyes flickered with recognition. "That's… an advanced ability. You can shape darkness? Control shadows?"
Satoshi nodded. "Yeah, but not just the absence of light."
The shadows in his hand twisted, extending into the shape of a long blade, then dispersing into mist, then reforming into dozens of floating, whispering tendrils. The entire room dimmed, the light itself seeming to bend toward him.
"I can see through all darkness. I can travel through shadows. I can create darkness where none exists." He flexed his fingers, and the shadows shifted, stretching out in all directions, like an unseen army at his command.
"I can listen through them. Send them to scout for me. Shape them into weapons, shields, monsters."
His smirk widened slightly. "They move even when I don't."
Camila crossed her arms, watching the shifting black tendrils. "So while you're standing still, your shadows are still fighting for you?"
Satoshi nodded. "Pretty much. It's like… passive control." His smirk sharpened. "I command them without moving."
Camila exhaled. "…That fits you disturbingly well."
Third Stage: The Madness of a God
Satoshi's smirk faded.
His eyes dimmed slightly as he looked at his own hands. For the first time, his voice lost its usual playfulness.
"And the third stage…"
The station trembled.
Camila and Amelia both stiffened instantly, their instincts screaming at them.
They had faced gods. They had stood in the presence of beings who could reshape reality itself.
But this?
This was something else.
Satoshi's Eyes of Sloth burned brighter, a deep, abyssal blue that twisted the very space around him.
And then, he whispered:
"Fun Reality Manipulation."
The world shifted.
The stars outside the station flickered—not in distance, but in structure. The very concept of cause and effect trembled around them.
Camila and Amelia suddenly found themselves sitting at a round table, a tea set in front of them, despite neither of them moving.
Satoshi leaned back in a floating chair, spinning slightly, grinning.
"Basically? I can mess with reality however I want."
He lifted a hand, and suddenly, Camila's hair was three times longer. She blinked, startled.
Satoshi waved again—her hair vanished entirely.
Amelia stared.
Satoshi snapped his fingers—
Camila's hair returned, perfectly normal.
Satoshi grinned at their expressions. "I can skip events, rewind things, change outcomes. But only if it's fun."
Camila exhaled slowly. "…That is completely broken."
Satoshi winked. "I know, right?"
Amelia, however, noticed something else. "…You said that wasn't the only thing."
Satoshi's grin faded.
His gaze lowered to his hand, and for the first time, his fingers trembled.
"…Yeah."
His blue eyes darkened.
"Totality Destruction."
The entire station shuddered.
Camila's stomach dropped. Amelia's breath caught.
Because for a brief second—
There was nothing.
The stars vanished. The station ceased to exist.
No darkness.
No light.
No time.
No space.
No thought.
No concept.
And then, as if reality remembered itself, everything returned.
Satoshi exhaled slowly, his voice quiet. "If I wanted to, I could erase everything. Not just this world. Not just the stars. Everything. The void itself. The very concept of existence."
His fingers curled into a fist.
"If I willed it, there would be nothing left."
Camila's body was frozen in place, her mind racing.
This wasn't destruction in the way she understood it.
This wasn't just burning things to ash, erasing something from space.
This was pure negation.
The kind of force that should not exist.
Amelia's voice was a whisper. "That's… impossible."
Satoshi leaned back, staring at the stars. "Yeah. And yet, here I am."
For the first time, Camila saw something she had never seen in Satoshi before.
Hesitation.
Fear.
Because deep down…
He didn't know if he was supposed to have this power.
He didn't know if anyone was supposed to.
And worst of all…
He didn't know if he would ever need to use it.
Camila's voice was quiet.
"…And the last power?"
Satoshi exhaled.
"Primordial Chaos Manipulation."
The air twisted.
And for the first time…
Even the universe seemed afraid.
The Truth Behind Her Eyes
The campfire crackled softly, flickering against the vast emptiness of the Celestial Docking Station. Beyond them, the endless abyss of space stretched in every direction, cold and unfeeling. But here, in the dim light, the silence was heavy—not from the void of space, but from the weight of unspoken truths.
Satoshi sat on the edge of a broken steel platform, his Eyes of Sloth dim, watching Amelia from across the fire. Camila was nearby, resting against a pillar, sharpening her blade, but she too was listening.