In the frozen air of the celestial battlefield, Sakolomé hovered silently.
The energy in the atmosphere was heavier than before. As if something fundamental had been broken… or displaced.
"This is no longer just a fight. These things… They play with the laws themselves."
A black gust burst a few meters from him.
A swirling circle of dark mana, like a cosmic eye, opened a portal in the sky.
Bakuzan emerged slowly, wrapped in his inner flames.
Bakuzan (calm, almost amused):
— So, Sakolomé… You're already throwing in the towel?
Sakolomé (chuckling despite exhaustion):
— Haha... Definitely not. I'll throw in the towel when I don't have a single breath left. Even if it takes me… a whole lifetime.
Bakuzan said nothing. He floated, arms crossed, silent like a forgotten truth.
Sakolomé, frowning, turned to him.
— Just tell me one thing, Bakuzan.
What was that F-Kgod technique? I was thrown into space... and yet, I fell back on the same damn planet! You know what it is, right?
A shadow flickered across Bakuzan's face.
Bakuzan:
— It's a Causal Feedback Loop.
In other words, they manipulate causality itself.
Sakolomé (pale, stunned):
— Causali... what? Wait… You told me they barely represent 10% of your true power! Are you serious?!
A silence. Then Bakuzan answered slowly, almost detached:
Bakuzan:
— The world is vast, Sakolomé. Vaster than you imagine.
I learned alongside Father, yes… but then I forged my own path.
The laws of causality that you mortals endure and accept as absolute… I abandoned them.
— The F-Kgod manipulate these laws.
But I… exist outside of them. Their power has no hold over me.
I no longer suffer causality. I have become… an independent of the causal flow.
Sakolomé scratched the back of his head, looking lost.
Sakolomé:
— I… didn't understand a thing. Like, nothing at all!
Bakuzan (smirking, almost nostalgic behind his mask):
— Makes sense.
You're still too weak to grasp that.
I'm no longer the Bakuzan you knew.
I am now an echo of the 7th Méracloxes. A superior being, hosted by the Existential Self-Regulation System. It is this system that allows me to be here, to speak in your plane.
Sakolomé (shrugging, exasperated):
— Honestly, I don't know what you're babbling about... but whatever. I'm just taking this: you cheat.
His eyes flared, fixed on the giant F-Kgod.
Sakolomé (smiling slyly):
— I think it's time I fight seriously.
Bakuzan vanished immediately, dissipating into the void like an abandoned thought.
A roar of energy tore through space.
The F-Kgod raised an arm as wide as a mountain chain. From its core burst a mad, concentrated, blinding light — a beam of pure energy.
The attack pulverized the air, pierced the planet like a titanic needle through paper.
It streaked into space, infinite, as if aiming for something beyond the cosmos.
But Sakolomé narrowly dodged it.
The laser's blast lifted the lava oceans beneath him.
Sakolomé (panting):
— Damn… He's even stronger than before.
He regained his balance mid-air, then clenched his fists.
The ethereal armor on his skin vibrated. His gaze sharpened.
Sakolomé (resolute, growling):
— Doesn't matter. I don't intend to be intimidated… by a bunch of faceless light.
The skies vibrate.
Sakolomé and the F-Kgod size each other up, motionless, suspended in a space saturated with telluric and cosmic energy. Silence is but a prelude to the storm.
Suddenly, they launch at each other.
But then… something sinister triggers in the F-Kgod's mind.
[Causal-Probabilistic System: Activation]
A process in its consciousness, invisible, inevitable, superior to the fight itself.
The F-Kgod does not simply advance. It rewrites the rules around its opponent.
In its mind, divided into millions of layers of analysis, a pattern forms: a system of probability manipulation by causality.
A predetermined causality where every possibility favorable to Sakolomé is reduced to zero.
1 chance in 500 that Sakolomé hits it? → canceled.
1 in 10,000 that he dodges? → converted into certain failure.
1 in 1,000,000 that he counterattacks? → denied, erased.
Probability of victory? None.
The system acts like a self-immunized logic in the F-Kgod's consciousness, each causal line leading to Sakolomé's success is erased, reversed, or absorbed by predetermined event chains where only the F-Kgod wins.
It is an absolute probabilistic negation, fueled by the causal loop.
Meanwhile, the F-Kgod's abilities amplify every second, every iteration:
Brute strength, acceleration.
Instant morphological adaptation.
Increasing resistance to magic, impact, matter.
Perfect anticipation of Sakolomé's moves.
The fight is already lost.
And yet.
BOOM.
A sharp, pure, almost unreal sound.
The F-Kgod's right arm violently explodes.
A geyser of divine particles, a flow of inverse energy, a void where there should be none.
The F-Kgod recoils, shocked. Its internal logic malfunctions.
It looks at its dislocated arm, unable to comprehend.
Impossible…
The Causal-Probabilistic System detected no reality line where this could happen.
No known cause exists for this injury. Yet it is there, tangible.
Sakolomé, in the distance, breathes a little, fists clenched, arms marked with light burns.
— I told you I was stubborn… but now I'm outdoing myself, huh?
In the F-Kgod's mind, the logical loop breaks:
Sakolomé did not manipulate causality.
He did not use magic.
He did not generate a quantum anomaly.
And yet he denied a closed causal structure, an absolute loop.
Sakolomé imposed an illogical anomaly by sheer will.
Frustration rises.
The F-Kgod, humiliated to see its probabilistic-causal system denied without explanation, screams inwardly. It slowly lifts its head, and a beam of pure energy accumulates at its forehead, vibrating with a power capable of destroying constellations.
ZHHHRRRRMMMMM
The shot fires like a stellar lightning, a dimensional laser that literally tears the planet in two like a knife slicing ripe fruit.
Tectonic layers break, lava seas evaporate, and spherical shockwaves ravage everything, pulverizing mountains and atmosphere in an instant.
But Sakolomé dodges again.
With a graceful leap, he appears a few kilometers from the F-Kgod, a sly smile on his lips.
— "What's wrong, big guy? You look upset!"
The F-Kgod growls. Its hand reforms, but this time… it is gigantic.
It literally covers the entire planet, hiding the stars like an absolute eclipse.
BOOOOMM
The hand crashes down.
Everything shakes.
The planetary plates explode under the pressure.
Chunks of crust detach and drift into space like debris of an apocalypse.
The F-Kgod, confident, slowly returns its hand to normal size. It watches the horizon…
But suddenly, something moves in the smoky mass.
Sakolomé emerges… walking. His chest bleeds, but his steps are firm, heavy.
— "I really felt that hit, I admit."
The F-Kgod steps back half a pace.
It's… impossible.
This planet did not withstand his blow. And Sakolomé took it.
"He is… tougher than this planet itself…"
Sakolomé slowly lowers his head. A supernatural shadow engulfs his face.
His eyes rise, hard, clear, unshakable. His body tenses, pulsing with pure energy.
The sky turns black, as if his aura absorbs the light.
— "I'm going to kill you."
A wave of uncontrollable energy bursts from Sakolomé, saturating the entire planet.
Mountains collapse under the pressure. Oceans rise.
The ground cracks, unable to bear this raw incarnation of rage.
Then.
Nothing.
Sakolomé has disappeared.
The F-Kgod, alert, pivots. It looks everywhere.
"Where?!"
BAM.
A dull sound, like thunder in an endless abyss.
The F-Kgod's head explodes cleanly, shattered by a strike from nowhere.
Its titanic body slides backward for kilometers, dragging across the planet's remaining surface, leaving behind a massive trail.
It slowly rises. With its hand, it dissipates the smoke, regenerates its skull… and searches.
But Sakolomé strikes again.
He appears in its blind spot. The F-Kgod crosses its arms, generating a shield with its very body.
CRAACKKK
Its arms shatter like glass, pulverized by the impact.
A shockwave engulfs the planet, twisting it like a leaf in the wind.
Sakolomé's energy is so massive that he seems to be the same size as the F-Kgod — a colossal entity, equal to equal.
"He's not the same man anymore… He has… grown…"
But once again, Sakolomé disappears.
The F-Kgod looks up, and notices the colossal trails left by his steps, visible even from the atmosphere.
Then, a scream pierces the air:
— "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
BOOM.
One last blow.
The F-Kgod is ejected not just from the planet… but from the entire galaxy.
Its body crosses the stars, tearing light in its path, like a comet of destruction.