The Negator
Author: Elias_Miller
last update2026-03-25 00:59:39

A man could be seen standing in front of the museum, his eyes scanning the building’s exterior with the calm, practiced patience of someone who had done this many times before. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance — average height, average build, the kind of face that slipped from memory the moment it left your field of vision. With a fluid hand gesture a cloak appeared on his hands, holding it for only a moment before swinging it around his shoulders. The fabric settled against
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  • Absolute time

    A silver light blasted toward the ground, landing at the center of the domain.“So you finally decided to show yourself… Cleave.”The new figure — Chronos — spoke calmly. A few minutes ago, he had felt the barrier he placed around City X being breached by the Ajuma.He had combined his zeta energy with a Grade 6 regalia to create a 5000 km radius barrier surrounding the entirety of City X. Its purpose was simple — to detect any Disaster-grade Ajuma or above within the city.“Cleave?” the Ajuma said, slightly confused by the name.“We’ve designated a codename for you. Cleave — a Tier 3 threat Ajuma,” Chronos replied.The Ajuma chuckled.“Cleave… that name suits me.”A Tier 3 threat was equivalent to a city-level disaster. However, unlike cities before the Great War — where nations existed — modern cities were vastly larger. The smallest city now rivaled small countries, with City X spanning a radius of over 2000 km.In other words… by old-world standards, she was a full country-level t

  • Target

    10 PM. Damian could be seen at his home, lying on his bed, when something crashed through his house, instantly shattering the walls he had just fixed two days ago. “What the fuck!” Damian shouted as he rolled off his bed before leaping backward. In front of him was something he never expected to see. An Ajuma — with pale grey skin and long hair covering most of her face. Her mouth stretched beyond normal limits, parts of it sewn shut with black stitches. Her muscles were well-defined, but her outer body was warped, covered in a black, shell-like substance. “Found you!” the Ajuma said, stretching her hand toward Damian and firing a blast of red blood at hypersonic speed. It pierced through his body like a hot knife through butter. Damian was lucky it didn’t hit his heart — instead, it tore through his shoulder. He immediately activated his regalia, a purple aura enveloping him. He dashed forward and threw a powerful punch — but the Ajuma caught it mid-air and swung him upward, s

  • Concluded

    “Sagara!” Freya said, looking at the person who was now holding the ball. Four minutes left, and the ball was currently with the worst possible person at the worst possible time.“Come at me! I’m sure you all can harm me one way or another if you work together!” Sagara said, one hand in his pocket as he stood still, a faint layer of silver and blue energy surrounding him.“He’s right! Let’s all go together!” Damian said, activating his regalia and instantly doubling his physique and abstract stats — increasing not only the size and potency of his zeta energy, but also his raw strength and speed.Damian and Freya dashed toward Sagara at supersonic speed. Darwin arrived two seconds earlier than Freya with a zeta-energy-reinforced punch, while Freya summoned her regalia — a silver sword with a black hilt and a golden gem embedded within it.However, their attacks seemed to graze past him, never reaching him, as he dodged everything by a hair’s breadth.“Come on, you’ve got to try harder!

  • The battle for the ball

    Class 2A was quiet as a new teacher stood in front of the class. He was a simple man with short black hair, wearing a black suit that covered a neck tattoo which seemed almost familiar. From the physique beneath his suit, it was clear he had a well-toned muscular body. He stood about 6’5”, with broad shoulders and wide forearms.“For some reason your teachers have been having one issue or another, and as such I’ve been asked to fill the spot. You can refer to me as Instructor Sinclair. Also, for the record, I’m not much of a teacher but more of a trainer. So for our first lesson, we’re going outside and playing a game!” The man said with a firm but calm voice, causing everyone to pause in curiosity. A game… out of nowhere?“I heard you all like to rank yourselves based on strength to show authority. Well, that ranking will now be determined by your performance in this game!” Instructor Sinclair announced, throwing the class into chaos. For those who had always wanted to be among the t

  • Between infinity and oblivion

    In a vast expanse of ashen wasteland—a place where legends had fought and died, a land that had served as a battlefield for millennia—two figures stood five meters apart.On one side stood a seemingly ordinary boy with dual-colored hair and eyes. On the other side was a woman… or something that merely resembled one.Two wings extended from above her waist, stretching outward with a wingspan of at least a meter. They were graceful—almost angelic—yet carried something deeply demonic. Their color was darker than night itself, yet they reflected light with a glow brighter than the moon, as if burdened by the weight of her true nature.Her eyes glowed a deep, haunting purple, carrying the weight of millennia of wisdom. Stare too long, and one might find themselves lost within an endless abyss. Her crimson-red hair flowed down to her waist, contrasting sharply with the pair of obsidian-black horns that curved from her head like a crown—one fit only for a being of her status.She wore armor

  • Echoes of Awkening

    Meanwhile, on a quiet Saturday morning, Damian and Sagara could be seen in a dense forest region. Tall trees stretched endlessly into the sky, their leaves forming a thick canopy that filtered sunlight into soft, scattered rays across the ground. The air was calm, filled with the faint rustling of leaves and distant wildlife.Damian sat against the base of a tree, reading a book about Zeta energy—one that had been personally written by Sagara himself. The pages were worn but filled with dense knowledge, each line carefully studied as Damian tried to grasp its depth.“I actually thought you would have gotten into a fight with the Negator, and the reason you teleported me away was because you didn’t want me to see how strong you are—or if you’d lose to him,” Damian said, dropping the book beside him before stretching his hand out in front of him, attempting to summon raw Zeta energy.“I don’t know the kind of image you have of me in your mind, but I’m definitely not a bully. As for me l

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