England's Trump Card

"Watch out, Hayato!"

Boom—

The ground on the battlefield suddenly collapsed, and a colossal figure burst from the dust. With a sweep of his—its, or perhaps Their—forelimb, Russia and England's tin cans charging at the front vanished without even a groan.

That meant they had been instantly killed!

The only one able to put up even slight resistance was Tatsuki Hayato in his runic heavy armor:

But with just a light sweep, he was immediately sent flying straight back like a cannonball, trailing a cloud of dust!

"Time is the length of torment;"

The colossal figure casually swung a claw, instantly killing not only a swath of superhuman students, but also shattering countless nearby monsters into rolling clouds of black smoke. Along with a deep voice spreading like a tsunami, phantom images of monsters struggled and wailed within the black mist.

"Life is the weight of suffering!"

No words could adequately describe that voice. It was like the chirping of countless insects in the night, like the piercing winter wind, like the death cries of hundreds of beasts, and like the curses, screams, and despair of billions who had suffered—soaked in pain and frenzy.

"I am eternal torture—"

The voice within the dust could no longer be described as merely unpleasant or piercing.

It was mixed with the madness of countless lives slaughtering one another and being injured—covering one's ears was meaningless. The sound seeped into the cells through the pores of the skin, carrying indescribable agony as it battered everyone's will.

Domain of Pain!

"Ahhhhhh~~"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"What is this, an Illusion Technique?!"

As that voice rang across the battlefield, the remaining superhuman students from every nation dropped to their knees and screamed, instinctively clutching their heads.

All kinds of pain surged from throughout their bodies into