All Things Erasure! The Despair of an Ant and the Descent of a True God

Masadora Central Square.

More than a hundred elite players implanted with Countdown bombs lay collapsed on the ground. The ticking from their hearts filled their ears, a death knell striking their souls and squeezing away the last of their reason with every beat.

Before them stood the arrogant Bomber—Genthru.

Genthru raised his right hand. A blinding, volatile mass of concentrated Nen gathered above his fingertips, twisting and intertwining in midair until it took the form of a strange red Magic Detonator. He had developed this chain-trigger device for this very moment. One press of its enormous button would bypass any distance limit and detonate all hundred-plus heart bombs at once!

"Hey! Silver-haired brat up there! Gone mute?!"

Genthru tilted his head back and glared at the dazzling golden light of the Empire overhead, veins bulging across his forehead. He waited a full ten seconds, but beyond the fluttering Dragon Banner and rolling mist of spiritual energy, no answer came from the sky.

A god had no reason to heed the barking of an ant.

To Genthru, however, the silence was proof that his opponent was afraid to act!

"Hahaha! I knew it! You're scared! A true god? An all-powerful Great Empire? Faced with my perfect hostage tactic, you don't even dare make a sound!"

The madness in Genthru's eyes twisted into feverish exhilaration. He reveled in it: the exquisite thrill of cornering a god who could reshape a continent and leaving him unable to move. The power to control life and death was more addictive than the strongest drug in the world.

"If you're too proud to bow your head to me, if you won't take the easy way out... fine!"

The muscles in Genthru's face twitched with mania. He threw his mouth wide and let out a hysterical, beastlike