A Man of the Extreme Realm: Ian, You're Far Too Carefree!

"The rustling sound..."

Feilieka.

Strong winds swept through the city ruins, carrying large amounts of dust that cast a desolate shadow over the city.

In front of a leaning, collapsed building.

Sashado, clad in grey-green armor, stood there silently, his resolute face expressionless, his dark eyes holding a profound stillness.

The armor he wore was no longer the Armor of Glory that the kingdom had once searched for with all its might to find rare mineral veins, and which was ultimately forged by the kingdom's most skilled blacksmith.

Now... the glory is gone...

Instead, it was nothing more than a replica he casually created by extracting special metal elements from those modern armored vehicles.

Sashado just stood there quietly.

He knew that Biscuit, but he didn't care.

He only wanted to recruit subordinates on a whim, and he didn't even care about the few Nen Ability who had already been recruited.

For this former king.

Recruiting them is more like reshaping one's past experiences.

He was Born King, and was followed and supported by countless Gondor warriors. Under his leadership, they fought together and achieved one victory after another.

He is the most powerful king, the most outstanding leader!

But now, a thousand years have passed...

His former followers have all vanished, destroyed... by his own hand...

And he... the King of the Sleepless Night who brought boundless light to the Gandor Dynasty, survived, in the most shameful way of what was once the most glorious king.

The price of living is so heavy.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Complex thoughts swirled in Sashado's mind.

He remembered.

Upon arriving here, from whom do those two familiar auras come...?

The glorious memories buried deep in the past seemed to be awakened. He recalled the initial joy of becoming a father, the pride of being a father, and... that glory that he had buried deep in his heart...

"Aimina..."

"Eluna..."

Sashado's lips moved slightly as he murmured softly.

Having given up everything, he finally achieved the "living" he had been pursuing, yet at this moment, he felt somewhat lost.

He didn't know how to face the daughter he once loved.

Is it to show that I am still alive?

No... this is despicable... it's ugly...

It was the most despicable and selfish act of a father who had abandoned everything...

In an instant.

Sashado hesitated. He longed to share all of this with his beloved daughter, but reason told him how despicable his existence was.

He is no Gondor the King of Gondor!

He was a despicable coward, a vile being who abandoned all dignity just to survive...

"Call..."

Just thinking about this made Sashado's breathing quicken!

At the same time.

The approaching figure quickly dispelled his thoughts and caught his attention.

"So it was you... a mortal..."

Sashado slowly looked at Netero, who was walking towards him, his dark eyes regaining their calm and indifference, and said in a low voice.

"King of Gondor, I have finally seen you again. This time, I am fully prepared..."

Sashado raised an eyebrow upon hearing his words.

He could sense the rising fighting spirit emanating from his opponent, and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Prepare?"

"Mortal, are you perhaps trying to say that you've always longed to fight me?"

He acted as if he'd heard a hilarious joke.

He admitted that the opponent was quite strong, even among his former Imperial Guard, they were among the top performers.

But... to him, the other party's words still sounded incredibly arrogant!

"Heh heh, but... mortal, do you really understand who your opponent is?"

Sashado raised his head slightly, his cold and arrogant gaze sweeping over the other man as he sneered.

"Previously, it was only because that brat kept launching sneak attacks on me with modern weapons, and my strength had not yet recovered, that I had no choice but to retreat first."

"And now, do you think you'll have that kind of good luck again!?"

"Just you alone? I know that damned brat is here too. Tell him to come out as well. I'd like to see just how many tricks he has up his sleeve this time!"

Sashado knew that Ian had come too.

He would never forget the other person's presence.

Such a despicable brat... his methods are so unpredictable!

He is determined to annihilate his opponent and avenge his humiliation!

Netero remained unmoved by Sashado's mocking words.

On his aged face, his eyes calmly gazed at the other person's resolute face, which had returned to normal, and he thought to himself.

Is this... the true appearance of the King of Gondor...?

His strength is even greater than before...

The other person was no longer a dried corpse.

Instead, he was a middle-aged man with a imposing appearance. He didn't exude any imposing aura, but he still had an air of authority that commanded respect without anger, and his every move exuded confidence.

Netero understood that he was almost certainly no match for his opponent.

His opponent had been in a desiccated state and had not yet recovered. Even with that strange spatial transformation ability, he would have a hard time fighting him.

Moreover, right now... the opponent has recovered most of their strength...

At this point, his hope was even more dwindling...

However, Netero wasn't thinking about any of that at the moment.

Victory, defeat, life, and death... he had long since disregarded them.

He seemed to be immersed in some kind of state of mind, as if he had thrown Straight Punch again and again to express his "Gratitude" to all things in the world.

Now.

Netero was like that; he simply cherished the boundless mercy that fate had bestowed upon him and expressed Gratitude for everything.

In this battle, we will give it our all and use all the knowledge we have acquired throughout our lives...

"King of Gondor, I... understand your power..."

"Therefore, I am infinitely Gratitude the Bodhisattva's Compassion, which gave me the opportunity to fight against someone as powerful as you from a thousand years ago..."

Netero gave Sashado a deep look, then slowly started walking forward, closing his eyes as he did so.

This moment.

He fights only with his heart!

Ahead, Sashado, who had initially been sneer, became slightly serious as Netero approached step by step, muttering to himself.

"A person from the Extreme Realm..."

In his eyes, this overconfident mortal before him did not reveal the immense Nen hidden within his gaunt body.

On the contrary, the other person had no aura at all, just like an ordinary person, and walked towards him with their eyes closed.

But...

That invisible, ever-increasing momentum made Sashado glance at him slightly.

He grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with an excitement even greater than when he fought Biscuit, and said in a low voice.

"Interesting... interesting..."

"I never expected to see someone reach the pinnacle of the Extreme Realm in this era. It seems you, mortal, have indeed long been aware of this..."

"Then I will grant your wish... the death you desire!"

As he finished speaking, his eyes grew even darker, and he swung his arm!

The space within a radius of several hundred meters seemed to be under his control!

Everything in the universe.

At this moment, all of them were under Sashado's control, transformed into the coldest and sharpest weapons, and simultaneously bombarded Netero!

At the same time.

On top of the high-rise buildings in the city center.

As if sensing their master's battle, countless Skeletal Winged Dragons, which had been circling around, flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.

On the ground, a large amount of Black Mud began to surge, carrying countless white bone monsters, washing away everything in its path and flowing towards the direction where Sashado was currently fighting.

Biscuit has recovered.

Netero was fighting, so naturally she wouldn't leave.

Ian waited until Uvogin and the others arrived, and then the group slowly made their way to the center of the battlefield.

Since Netero dared to attack his opponent, at least... he shouldn't be defeated in one round...

That's what Ian thought, so he wasn't in a hurry.

However, when Biscuit saw Aimina and Eluna, she was startled and her body trembled with excitement; she almost couldn't help but attack.

Beyond the powerful aura emanating from them, what struck me most were their dark eyes.

This is... exactly like Sashado!

"Who are they?!"

Biscuit couldn't help but ask excitedly.

She desperately wanted to tell the boy in front of her, "Your companion seems really strange, don't you know that?!"

To her surprise, Ian simply glanced back at the two of them, then grinned at her.

"Don't worry, those two aren't enemies. However... the guy you were just fighting was their father..."

Biscuit, who had relaxed after hearing the first half of Ian's sentence, froze when she heard the second half. She almost jumped up, stared at him with wide eyes, and couldn't speak for a long time.

This moment.

She finally began to understand the strangeness of the boy before her!

Do you even know what you're saying?!

That monster's daughter!

In other words... he's from at least four thousand years ago...

You're just going to leave him by your side like that!?