World of Regalia

Sagara Vs Beelzebub

Meanwhile, a few kilometers from Damian's house, a silver‑haired boy could be seen lying on the bed as he held his eyes, screaming in pain. He rolled from side to side as blood began to flow from his eyes. He gently opened his eyes as it felt like a lion that had been bound in a cage for a long time finally being released.

As his eyes opened, the whole world began to resonate with them. The pressure in the room suddenly became dense as cracks could be seen on the walls; even the space around him seemed to distort, rippling like thunder. After what felt like an eternity, it finally subsided as their beauty could finally be seen. The eyes shone brightly; their color could only be described as divine. Their golden radiance seemed to defy the laws of reality, as if anything that looked directly at them would face divine retribution.

"Suppressing this power hurts even more than using them! I'm afraid only a fight that would make me go all out would actually help solve this problem… I'm sorry, Damian, but you're the perfect person for this!" Sagara said as he stood up from the bed without his blindfold.

Meanwhile, Damian, who was sleeping peacefully, suddenly felt his heart beating faster. It felt unnatural, causing him to wake up. His body was leaking out a powerful aura that belonged to none other than Beelzebub.

[External force is stimulating the power of the devil sealed inside of you.]

Before Damian could even understand what was happening, he fell back on his bed with his body completely immersed in a purple‑and‑white aura. At that moment, he shot out of the house, destroying the roof in the process. It was a good thing the house was his; if not, the landlord would probably send him to prison for the destruction.

Damian's possessed body moved without aim, heading toward the forest outside the city. His speed was even greater than that of a sniper's bullet, as his movements left a trail of wind in the air, almost breaking the sound barrier. Anything in front of him was sent flying with ease.

Meanwhile, Sagara could be seen resting on the bark of a tree with a grin on his face. "3… 2… 1!" he said as he took a side step to the right. At that moment, it was as if a truck collided with the tree, uprooting it from its position.

"It took you long enough!" Sagara said as his eyes locked with Damian's. Although his eyes weren't blindfolded, they weren't fully exposed either—they were hidden behind dark shades, the golden hue still visible from behind the glasses.

"Human! Who are you to be able to break the seal placed on me? Even I struggle to do it!" Beelzebub asked with a demonic voice, as she herself knew the power of that seal was no joke. Although in her prime, breaking it would be mere child's play, right now her power was limited to the strength of Damian's soul; anything more would kill them both.

"That's currently none of your business. I brought you with the sole purpose of entertaining me, and you will do just that!" Sagara said with his tone as arrogant as ever.

"If you mean killing you is entertaining you… then I'll do just that!" Beelzebub said with a wild grin as she disappeared from where she stood, instantly appearing behind Sagara with blinding speed that almost seemed like teleportation.

"I think you'd make a good puppet when I'm through with you!" Beelzebub said, impaling Sagara's heart with her hand. Blood rolled down Sagara's mouth before he dropped dead like a log of wood.

"Emerge!" Beelzebub commanded as black energy enveloped Sagara before suddenly disappearing into thin air. "What happened? It's supposed to be possible to turn him into a soul slave!" Beelzebub said in confusion as she looked at the empty spot where Sagara's body had previously laid.

"Do you think killing me would be as easy as killing a fly? Do not underestimate me, devil. I'm the one who does that kind of stuff!" Sagara said from behind Beelzebub, removing his glasses which then turned to dust.

His golden eyes illuminated the whole forest with sun‑like rays as he stared deep into the soul of Beelzebub.

"Those eyes!! I see… You truly underestimate me. Fair enough—someone as powerful as you would look at gods as inferior… but yet even I, the strongest devil, am superior to any god!! Stare into the abyss! And the abyss shall stare back at you!" Beelzebub said as both her eyes turned purple with an eerie feeling around them. They were the complete opposite of Sagara's—instead of the magnificent feeling of the divine, it was replaced with the feeling of dread and negativity.

At that moment, when the two eyes interlocked, the whole world felt fear. The trees began to wither, rocks crumbled, nothing could escape their wrath, even space began to tear. At that moment, the Zenexian Orb began to expand—a change that could become more dangerous to everyone in the world.

"I think you'll agree with me that this world wouldn't be able to handle this mere contest of stares! Since you're weakened, I'll give you the advantage to use your zone. That could give you a massive advantage while placing me at a disadvantage. How about that!" Sagara said with a smile as he shifted his gaze toward the Zenexian Orb.

Everything slowly went back to normal, except the Zenexian Orb, which was now several times larger than before, making it only a little smaller than the sun.

"You're the first human who has ever gained my respect. I see you in a different light. It would be nice to have someone like you as a comrade instead of those shitty bastards!" Beelzebub said with a smile of regret as memories of her past flashed before her eyes.

"Indeed, but that might come to be in the near future. For now, let's entertain each other… Carry on! I'm itching for a fight!" Sagara said as he finally removed his gaze from the Orb.

"It seems being strong is also a weakness! I've been there, human. This world is vaster than you know it. With time, you will come to realize that there is more to this world than meets the eye. Now, not to bore you… Zeta‑Zone Shift! Abyssal Calamity!" Beelzebub declared as the world instantly fell silent while darkness enveloped him and Sagara.

In a blink of an eye, the whole scene changed from a normal jungle to a pitch‑black abyss that had night as black as the skies of hell. It had rivers of blood and mountains of bones. There was an eerie silence in this realm, and only the voice of Beelzebub could be heard. Her form had long changed from Damian to that of a devil. She had two long pitch‑black horns that stretched over her head, with an ethereal body adorned with several purple patterns. Her tail flowed freely in the air, reaching over two meters.

She held her hand high, revealing her sharp arsenal of claws that reflected death to any who stared at them.

"In this place, I can draw out twenty percent of my power. Although the entire zone is merely for show—its real effect can't be handled by this mortal body—twenty percent of my power will do. Your power pales in comparison to the fiendish strength I reveal. You can dance with the devils in hell!" Beelzebub’s grin widened as a colossal purple-and-black sphere took shape above them, nearly five meters wide—large enough to swallow them whole, its weight distorting the air beneath it.

"Pathetic display of power. Even though I've been weakened by more than half, your current form is nothing more than child's play!" Sagara said as he stretched his hand, causing a silver‑blue light barely the size of a basketball to form in his palm—the natural color of raw Zeta energy.

Despite the size difference, Beelzebub could tell that the power either surpassed her own attack or was on the same level.

The smile of arrogance never left Sagara's face as he shot his energy blast at Beelzebub, causing both of their attacks to collide. The resulting explosion was comparable to a nuclear bomb. Both Sagara and Beelzebub were pushed back a little, as the weight of the recoil was not to be trifled with.

"Not bad, human! With your power, handling normal Ajumas should be a piece of cake! Even so, we devils are far superior! The most noble race of all—the lowest of us comparable to the strongest of humans! Allow me to emphasize what strength is!" Beelzebub said as she dashed toward Sagara with speed comparable to light.

What followed was a blur of motion. Beelzebub struck with her claws, each swing aimed to tear Sagara apart. But Sagara moved like water, like wind, like something that was never quite where she aimed. He ducked under a swipe that would have decapitated him. He twisted away from a kick that cracked the ground where it passed. His hands remained in his pockets, his body flowing around her attacks with an ease that bordered on insult.

She pressed harder, her movements becoming a storm of claws and kicks, each one faster than the last. Yet none touched him. He was always a hair’s breadth away, always just beyond her reach. The frustration burned in her chest.

Leaping back, Beelzebub extended both hands. A torrent of raw Zeta energy—silver with a bluish hue, the color of negative Zeta—erupted from her palms. It expanded outward in a shockwave that flattened the mountains of bone around them, reducing them to dust. The wave of destruction spread for kilometers, leveling everything in its path.

Then, as suddenly as it expanded, the blast reversed. It imploded, collapsing inward with terrifying force, sucking the shattered debris back toward its center. The mountains of bone that had been scattered were pulled into a single point, crushed into nothing. The rivers of blood evaporated in an instant. The abyss groaned under the strain, cracks appearing in the very fabric of the zone.

When the light faded, a crater kilometers wide surrounded them. The once‑imposing landscape of the Abyssal Calamity had been reduced to a wasteland of molten rock and shattered space.

Sagara stood at the at the center of the attack with beelzebub, while unscathed as if the attack had just been an illusion however the damage said otherwise. Beelzebub, however, had not been so fortunate. She knelt amid the destruction, her demonic form flickering, blood dripping from her lips.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her purple‑and‑black aura flaring in anger. Her claws were now coated with a reddish‑purple energy, and above that, something else enveloped them—neutral Zeta, barely visible as a transparent white sheen. That made Sagara’s smile shift slightly.

His body was pierced like butter as her hand dug through his stomach. "Damn! I had relied on my technique, but who would have thought that you had learned neutralization energy—which is neither positive nor negative!" Sagara said as he teleported from where he was. Of course, as he expected, his wounds refused to heal.

Zeta energy existed in many forms, but the only form humanity could use or even comprehend was negative, as that was what the Zenexian Orb reflected. In fact, that was the only form seen on Earth.

Sagara had developed what he called positive Zeta energy, where he had multiplied the negative energy he released with the negative energy around him. The product was amazing; its power could be called the square of Zeta energy. Its efficiency and power were already remarkable, but then he felt he could add the positive energy with enough negative energy to produce something new. And as suspected, he was right.

What he got was neither positive nor negative. It was neutral. It didn't possess tremendous power like positive energy or the purity of negative energy. At first, he thought it was useless, but only when he understood the true essence of that energy did he finally know its potential. With that energy, even someone with a Common‑grade Regalia could defeat a Legendary‑grade.

This energy form neutralized every other form of energy. It could be used to counter the attacks of Regalias or anything at all—that was how powerful it was. And seeing that he was injured with it, he knew there was no chance of him healing without proper concentration.

"Why wouldn't I be able to use neutral Zeta energy? In fact, I was the one who created it! I was the only person capable of even using it in the whole world when I was alive!" Beelzebub said with a prideful smile.

"You created it! Impressive… but you could say I perfected it!" Sagara said as the same neutral Zeta energy exploded from inside Beelzebub, causing her to fall to her knees.

"What! Wh… what happened?" Beelzebub said as she could feel her consciousness slowly fading.

"You will come to find out later! I'm afraid this fight has already attracted too many powerhouses of humanity. They will be here any minute now!" Sagara said as he smiled at Beelzebub, who had confusion written all over her face.

"So you mean you could tell what is going on in the outside world from within my zone! Hahaha! It seems the generations of humans after my death have long grown stronger! I hope the same could be said for the devils… you have enlightened me! Next time we meet, you will undeniably lose to me!" Beelzebub said with a smile of recognition.

"I doubt that!" Sagara said as he watched her body slowly change form back to Damian while the zone slowly disappeared.

Sagara walked over to Damian with a smile of satisfaction, but that smile caused the blood he had been holding in to roll down his lips.

"It seems I can't be comfortable with my own strength, but I had long reached the limit of power this world would allow. Thanks to the changes of the Zenexian Orb, I can finally keep on rising…" Sagara looked at the moon, which now reflected powerful rays of Zeta energy.

"It seems Common‑grade Regalias will soon disappear from this world, and more people will start to awaken higher‑class Regalias—probably a grade higher than Legendary! What a pity for people like me!" Sagara said as he took two steps with Damian on his shoulder before disappearing completely.

It was at that same moment that someone appeared on that same spot.

"It seems that whatever it was, I just missed it! That energy signature didn't come from any of the powerhouses. In fact, those two energies I felt are far stronger than any of us."