As Sakolomé lunged toward F-Kgod, a furious roar in his throat, the colossus vanished into a massive column of black smoke.
— "Where did he go?!" grunted Sakolomé, senses on high alert.
But suddenly… an overwhelming shadow covered the light above him.
The shadow of a foot.
Gigantic.
Suspended above him like a divine sentence.
— "Shit—!!!"
BAAAAAAMMM !!!
F-Kgod's foot slammed down with the force of a cataclysm.
The shockwave made the entire planet tremble.
The ground exploded, rock layers disintegrated down to the core.
The planet split in two.
Torrents of flames burst forth, geysers of lava exploded into the skies.
Millennial volcanoes awoke with a cry of rage.
Chaos was born from a single step.
F-Kgod, impassive, stood upright above the crater.
His faceless gaze fixed toward the depths.
Arms hanging, calm, like a god contemplating a failed sacrifice.
He sensed that Sakolomé was not yet dead.
Not broken.
Not subdued.
So… he decided to finish it.
To dare the unthinkable.
He slowly raised his titanic hand toward the dead sky.
The space around his fingers tore, black lightning swirling around his palm.
In the cosmic vastness above the planet…
A black sphere formed.
A swirling orb of inverted light, a dark sun, pulsing like a sick heart.
And in space, thousands of kilometers away, the effect was immediately felt.
The universe… creaked.
Space-time bent.
Entire constellations distorted.
Galaxies trembled.
Reality itself flickered like a flame blown by a wind of nothingness.
F-Kgod had just created an active singularity.
A living, cannibalistic point of attraction, drinking everything.
Even Bakuzan's gaze, from the dimensional heights, seemed to turn toward this aberration.
Beneath the rubble, Sakolomé emerged.
His body smoked.
His arms hung, trembling.
The very air seemed heavy… reality weighed on him.
But he clenched his fists.
His hoarse voice rose.
— "Now we're getting serious."
He lifted his eyes.
And saw the sphere.
His pupils dilated.
— "What is… that thing… it's absorbing… space-time?!"
He bent, muscles tense, ready to leap.
— "I have to stop it… NOW!!!"
He leapt.
The shock of his jump cracked entire mountains.
Waves of molten rock rose beneath his passage.
He flew through the air like a reversed meteor, straight at F-Kgod, who saw him approach, tiny, a screaming speck of dust.
But the colossus did not move.
He only raised his head.
And then, on the triangle engraved on his forehead…
A massive light appeared.
A cosmic symbol, an eye of pure energy, opened in a flash.
Sakolomé, in flight, crossed his arms.
— "Another crazy thing?! What the hell is this?!"
And then...
SWOOOCHHH !!!
A insane laser shot from F-Kgod.
A beam of energy faster than light, denser than oblivion.
Sakolomé was sucked in, the attack cutting through the planet like a wire slicing fruit.
Then it crossed the universe.
Thousands of stars vanished in its wake.
Solar systems were reduced to pure nothingness.
In interstellar void, a cosmic wound remained: a gaping hole in the galaxy, cut clean, surrounded by distant stars too lucky to have been touched.
And yet…
A scream cut through the air, sharper than the laser.
— "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
Sakolomé, covered in blood, still charged toward him.
His aura glowed like a walking hell.
His muscles burst. His eyes burned.
But he charged.
Always.
Again.
More furious than ever.
Sakolomé slammed his fist with unprecedented violence onto F-Kgod's skull. The shock was such that it broke the effect of the Singularity itself, canceling the gravitational chaos the creature had summoned.
F-Kgod's head exploded on impact, fragments of shadow and arcane bone swirling in the air like reversed comets. The titan staggered… but instead of falling, he clenched his fist, and in a lightning-fast move, came back forward, as if he had only stepped back to strike harder. The debris of his head reassembled backward, sucked in by the speed.
He was about to strike.
But Sakolomé anticipated him.
BOOM.
This time, his fist was charged with burning red energy. The impact pulverized F-Kgod in an explosion of essence, reducing him to a cloud of cosmic smoke. Nothing remained. Not a bone. Not a glimmer.
And yet…
Sakolomé landed, breath still short, his gaze fixed on the sky. Up there, the clouds gathered. They took shape. The familiar silhouette of F-Kgod slowly reemerged, reforming from the smoke itself, as if matter did not define him.
Sakolomé's eyes widened, stunned.
— That thing… it's a living fortress…
He sighed, clenched his fists. Before him, F-Kgod, still half-formed, was already charging, unfinished but relentless.
Sakolomé stepped forward, determined, straight toward the smoky mass:
— Goodbye. Soul Killer Punch.
His fist shot out. The energy he released did not just strike: it erased. It dissolved F-Kgod's link to reality. The next instant, nothing. Not even ashes. F-Kgod had been removed from existence itself.
Sakolomé stood there, arm outstretched, eyes closed, as in a prayer of victory. His glove was in tatters, his breathing heavy. He sighed:
— Your turn, Bakuzan.
A black mist tore through the air. Bakuzan appeared in a flash of dark mana, his burning gaze behind his steel mask.
Sakolomé stared at him, a smirk on his lips.
— Your creature made me use my soul energy… Are you sure that was only 10% of your power?
A cold silence followed.
Bakuzan clenched his teeth, the dark aura vibrating around him.
— How… can you wield soul energy? It's… insane…
As Bakuzan spoke, Sakolomé suddenly leapt toward him, his fist charged with furious energy. He aimed for the titan's chest, but Bakuzan stopped him with one hand, as if halting a mere gust.
— Sakolomé… I am talking to you.
The tone was cold, almost annoyed. He squeezed his opponent's fist, but a tremor caught his attention.
Sakolomé struggled. Not against Bakuzan… but against what he felt.
— Fight, he growled, eyes misty. Let's finish this. So I can finally bring you back among us…
Tears rolled down his cheeks. He began to speak, words trembling, heavy with a shared past.
— It hurts me, Bakuzan… To know you suffered so much. That you dirtied your hands so we could live in peace. I don't blame you. I want you to continue, if you still believe in your cause. But now…
He raised his head. A painful smile formed on his lips.
— From now on, I will be your punching bag. The one who will take your pain. Do you hear me? You are no longer alone.
Bakuzan's gaze, behind his mask, revealed nothing. No emotion. No crack.
— Looks like you still don't understand.
— What? Sakolomé replied, surprised.
Bakuzan's fist plunged into his stomach like a divine mass. Sakolomé was thrown to the ground at a crazy speed. A crater opened on impact.
But he got up immediately. Knees steady. Gaze incandescent.
— Come down, Bakuzan. I'm waiting for you!
In the air, Bakuzan hovered a moment before replying:
— You haven't even defeated F-Kgod, fool.
— What?! Sakolomé choked.
— I stopped him myself. Even if you had conceptually erased him with your soul energy, it wouldn't have changed anything.
F-Kgod is my creature. He is bound to me. To my rules. As long as I exist… he exists.
Sakolomé swallowed. The magnitude of the revelation struck him like an invisible weight.
— If you want to destroy him entirely… you will have to kill me.
Sakolomé raised his head, furious eye:
— Then why stop him? Bring him back! I'll beat him so hard you'll have to intervene!
Bakuzan, in a cold voice:
— I stopped him because you used soul energy. It surprised me.
— Bring him back. Or better: bring them all. A thousand, ten thousand. I'll break them one by one!!
Bakuzan crossed his arms.
— Very well.
Suddenly, the ground tore open.
Three F-Kgods emerged from the Earth's bowels, their black aura covering the sky. They stood in ash and smoke, colossal, terrifying, like living statues of despair.
— Sending you a thousand would be killing you needlessly. Three will be enough to crush you.
Sakolomé smiled, his face lit by a spark of defiance:
— F-Kgod represents 10% of your power, right? So now, I have 30% in front of me?
Bakuzan let out a mocking breath.
— You are really slow. Even if I summoned a million, each would still only be the equivalent of one "F-Kgod."
They are perfect copies. It's not a division of power. They are all… identical.
Sakolomé opened his eyes wide. Then forced a smirk, a muffled laugh escaping his lips.
— Not bad. This… this is going to be a bit annoying now…