The instant Ryuk stepped out, he was immediately faced with explosions blasting all around him.
Axe images, claw images, and Frost beams could be seen slashing through the horde of Void Pirates, sending some of them flying into the air.
But quickly enough, they were back on their feet, charging again with savage fury.
The attacks were strong—strong enough to launch most into the far Void—but no matter how many times they were hit, their endurance was monstrous.
They regrouped, and with every second, came at Isha, Rak, and Antares even more ferociously.
But what Ryuk found truly unforgivable was the murderous intent flooding the Void.
It didn’t come from Isha, Rakshasa, or Isha, who seemed to be more or less gaining entertainment by fighting them, but the same couldn’t be said for the Pirates.
They weren’t just fighting, they were trying to kill them.
And that, he didn’t find entertaining.
"If their presence alone isn’t enough to make you all back off..." Ryuk muttered.
The Void Pirates began to notice him, heads slowly turning upward toward the new arrival.
But he was already in motion—his hands drifting toward each other, palms gradually drawing in with fingers curling around
"Then this surely will..."
"Domain Expansion..."
The instant those words left his lips—
All explosions halted.
Every beating heart in the Void thumped once louder.
A terrifying stillness blanketed everything, thicker than silence.
Even Isha, Rak, and Antares felt it.
They were caught inside the Domain before they could blink.
Then the final words fell—
"Throne of the Dying Star."
A nebula-sized rift tore open the sky above.
Its edges weren’t smooth—they fractured outward like shattered glass, bleeding starlight in reverse, sucking all color inward.
From within... something began to emerge.
Not light.
Not fire.
But a realm of ruin.
Jagged stone structures.
Torn void terrain.
And above it all...
A dying star, Pitch-black star suspended by massive chains of darkness, pulsing with a frequency that echoed into the hearts of everyone trapped below.
Beneath it sat a half-broken throne and seated within—
Ryuk.
Above his head, a broken crown floated, encrusted with black crystals that glinted with the same pitch black star that was behind him,
He rose slowly from his seat, and with his arms reaching downward toward them all, he spoke:
"May all movement cease to exist."
It was an absolute decree seemingly from a God, one that can not be evaded or resisted,
It was like an invisible chain wrapped around their bodies.
Their auras flared violently as they struggled—but it was useless.
No matter how powerful they were, none of them could move. Not even an inch.
[Host has rewritten a Law of Reality]
[All Movement, save for Host’s, has been Ceased]
[Duration Before Reality Resets Itself: 28 seconds.]
The notification appeared before him.
But Ryuk paid it no mind.
He made his next move.
A single step forward—and his body pierced outward, faster than a bullet.
Midway, the order rang in his mind:
"Activate Knull Transformation."
[True Skill: Tyrant Form — Knull of Destruction, has been Activated!]
[Fear Lock Aura Activated]
[Anti-Regeneration Claws Activated]
His body instantly expanded, shifting from his 2.5-meter height to 7 meters tall, and from a handsome humanoid form to a devilish being covered in crimson scales that glistened with an aura of death and destruction.
He emerged before the Void Pirates—right eye gleaming with murderous bloodlust.
His hands transformed into a massive, devilish talon, coated in those same red scales, the edge glinting sharper than the sharpest of blades,
Then...
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.
The Void in his path was slashed into nothingness.
He targeted the head of the nearest pirate—
The pirate tried, but couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, and couldn’t run.
He looked into Ryuk’s eyes—and felt only fear.
A fear so deep, it crumbled his very existence.
It cancelled all its thoughts, leaving nothing in his mind and then_
SPLAAAATTTT!!
Ash-brown blood burst into the sky.
The head was gone, cleaved clean through like paper.
But Ryuk didn’t stop.
His claws carried forward, and four more heads were ripped off in the next motion, blood splashing like fountains into the air.
Appearing 2 meters away from the next group of pirates, his claw dropped downward, blasting into his chest as it ripped upward while Ryuk’s arm tore through three pirates, and in the end, three beating hearts soon burst into nothing but blood as his claw folded and ripped them apart.
The rest of the pirates watched in terror.
But their screams of horror couldn’t be carried far, and they could only watch as the senseless massacre unfolded before their eyes.
Ryuk’s claws tore through them—merciless, terrifyingly fast, and relentless, giving none of them a chance of even regretting their actions.
One by one, the Void Pirates collapsed to their knees—some headless, others with gaping holes in their chests.
It took a long time to describe...
But in reality, only 7 seconds had passed, and then—
The only sound that remained was the heartbeats.
The loud, thudding heartbeat of Ryuk, standing in the middle of a graveyard of bodies.
The remaining alive—just the trio—could only stand paralyzed, staring at the demon in horror.
Headless corpses floated around him.
Some had entire hearts ripped from their chests, their ribs shattered inward like paper.
Blood floated freely in the Void.
Raining down like crimson snow.
And through it all, Ryuk remained unmoved.
The trio—Rakshasa, Isha, and Antares—stood frozen, speechless.
Even though Rakshasa had seen this form before, she’d never witnessed it unleashed in battle before, and somehow... it felt even more terrifying than before.
The seven-meter-tall devil stood there, his blood-soaked claws outstretched.
As if none of the deaths around him had anything to do with him.
Then, Ryuk turned to them.
And when Isha looked into his eyes—
Her heart skipped.
Those weren’t Ryuk’s eyes.
They were cold, unfamiliar.
And most terrifying of all—
Lifeless.
There was no sign of soul in them.
Only an endless ripple of crimson Destruction Aura...and an insane bloodlust.
’Deactivate Domain.’
The words echoed, and instantly, the rift in the sky collapsed.
A shockwave of cosmic force pulled the realm backward, dragging the dying star and its throne into nothing.
The sky of the Void returned.
But the horror remained.
Inside the Spacecraf, Elder Celine stood frozen, her eyes locked onto the footage that showed a blood-drenched battlefield.
A wave of nausea surged through her, but what left her truly trembling was when she saw him.
"Is... is that... Ryuk?"