The surroundings were still silent.
The sky was covered in blood,
The ground was covered in death and death cries.
The Reaper stood alone, the invisible Psychic Storm swirling around him, drawing more darkness from the darkness.
With his mere presence, the Reaper had broken the last few souls in the city.
But now... some new "watchers" had arrived.
They had come from another world —
Through a strange black rift.
These watchers were not human.
They were beings from another dimension —
Who had built their bodies out of hatred, hunger, and old fears.
Their faces were blank, their bodies as if made of burnt ash and pieces of concrete.
Their presence proclaimed one truth:
"There is no way out now."
The Watchers —
They had come to witness the rise of the Reaper.
But there was a problem...
The Reaper would not let anyone see him rise.
Reaper slowly took a step forward.
As he moved, black smoke began to rise from deep within the ground —
like a silent explosion.
His hair, a black-to-purple gradient, danced wildly in the air,
and his pink eyes seemed to reflect a single word now —
Exhausted.
Psychic Ability Gain:
"Abyssal Crown" — Activated.
"Draws power from the deepest dark places of the mind, making himself invincible."
"Area of Effect: Objects, creatures, minds, memories within a 500 meter radius are distorted."
The Watchers were instantly trapped inside Reaper's Abyssal Crown.
Their bodies began to twist, break, and melt.
They didn't scream.
Because, sound didn't work here.
There was only one power here —
Silent destruction.
Reaper stood alone, watching —
how the corrupted souls melted into bone fragments and fell to the ground.
That old, cold smile rose at the corners of his lips.
The smile that no one can ever turn back from.
But Reaper knew —
These Watchers were just the beginning.
In the cracks in the sky above, something even more terrifying awaited.
And it was clear to him —
What was coming next would be Reaper's first real test.
The ground beneath him began to crack open.
An ugly, hissing sound was coming,
as if the dark soul of the underground was screaming out.
And Reaper, with his hands in his pockets, listened to the sound
with a patience...
with a certainty.
"Come..."
His soft whisper shook the air.
"Come, and see how I will finish you off."
There was only contempt in his eyes now.
Because, Reaper knows —
He is not a victim of anyone.
He is the victim himself.
A terrifying shadow descended from the sky.
It shook the last existence of the city.
This time the enemy was different —
They had a mind.
They had understanding.
They had the desire to tear Reaper apart.
But Reaper looked at that shadow and whispered in a cold voice:
"Have you come to stop me?
But listen, I haven't fully awakened yet..."
His laughter cracked the still air.
And so began
"Abyssal Reaping."
The shadows descending from the sky now covered the entire city.
Their deformed bodies were trembling and advancing towards Reaper, like a huge wave.
Cracks in the ground were spreading — ugly deformed faces were looking at Reaper from within the cracks.
An unusual silence had descended around.
Such a silence that it seemed —
even the air was holding its breath in fear.
Reaper stared at everyone with cold eyes.
He had no weapons in his hands, no fear on his face.
Just that unacted, slightly mocking smile.
Suddenly, Reaper took his hand out of his pocket.
The black-purple waves of his hair were dancing in the wind.
In his eyes — that terrible light pink glow.
And he said in a cold voice —
"I was just... playing all this time."
The sound that came from his throat seemed to shake the sky.
All the deformed shadows on the ground stopped.
Smoke began to rise from their bodies, as if their very structure was being destroyed by fear and terror.
But Reaper didn't stop.
He slowly advanced, his feet completely still.
And then —
BOOM!
In an instant, the air around him changed.
The cold, the pain, the density of death all gathered together to form a "Psychic Blood Field".
"Aura Expansion: "Psychic Blood Field""
"Area: 1 kilometer radius."
"Effect:"
'Time Distortion: Time is slowed by 50% when it enters.'
'Memory Shatter: The enemy's memories are distorted and begin to break.''
'Fear Manipulation: Fear is increased to the point where the enemy forgets its own existence.'
The shadows could no longer move.
Their bodies began to explode one after another.
Their screams merged into the air — but Reaper didn't flinch.
He smiled — and for the first time
he launched his real attack.
Reaper lightly stepped forward —
he drew an invisible sign with his finger in the air.
That sign immediately pulled thousands of shadows into the underground fissure.
Distorted sounds were coming out of their throats —
but they could do nothing.
Because now they were toys of the cavity created by Reaper.
Reaper smiled a little at the corner of his eyes and said:
"This... is still just my plan A.
Plans B, C, D... are all ready up to Z.
So tell me, in what style do you want to die?"
The shadows around him scattered in fear in an instant,
but there was no way to escape the Psychic Blood Field.
Reaper slowly raised his hand —
and the air around him thickened into a blood mist.
A "Abyssal Guillotine" —
an invisible execution chamber was formed around them.
Suddenly, a kind of beautiful madness flashed in Reaper's eyes.
The tips of his hair danced like fire.
And the entire sky —
turned red with distorted light.
With another soft smile, Reaper said:
"Let the real chaos begin."
"The Devil's Psychic Blood Field has engulfed the entire city.
The ground, the sky, the air — everything is shaking like a broken clock.
The Reaper stands right in the middle of everyone, that terrifying light pink light in his eyes.
His hair — billowing like black-purple waves.
That strange cold smile at the corner of his lips.
In the distance, the leaders of the shadows — the deformed "Void Lords" — descended in huge shapes.
Their bodies were melting, the ground was cracking with their screams.
Their presence made the air heavy for a moment.
It felt like the entire world was sinking into a hidden well.
The Void Lords stood in front of the Reaper.
Their eyes were filled with anger mixed with disbelief and fear.
They shouted:
"You have broken the rules of our Realm! You have defied death!"
Reaper gave a cold smile.
His eyes grew darker.
Then he said coldly:
"You don't understand... I'm not serious yet."
"I've only been playing for so long."
As soon as he said this, the surrounding air exploded!
An invisible wave spread throughout the entire area—
All the Void Lords lost their balance and trembled.
Master Plan: "The Devil's Game" Activated.
What is "The Devil's Game"?
. Once activated, the entire battle situation is absorbed into Reaper's plan.
. Every enemy's movement is already drawn on his map.
. No matter how much the enemy wants to change, Reaper has prepared a counter-move in advance.
.This is a field where Reaper creates the "Rules of Reality" himself.
Reaper's real battle has begun.
He clenched his fists
Dark Aura spread around him like a crimson wave.
Small Shadow Blades emerged from within.
Each Blade danced silently in the air —
Just like a soul-eating predator.
The Void Lords roared together —
They created a huge black wave and threw it at the Reaper.
BOOOMMMMM!!!
The surrounding was completely lost in the destruction.
Smoke, rubble, the smell of fire...
But suddenly a scene emerged from the smoke.
Reaper stood unharmed —
One foot forward, that terrible crazy light in his eyes.
Another cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
And he said:
"Predictable."
"Your attack... was in my plan."
"Abyssal Guillotine - Second Form" was activated.
Suddenly, invisible nooses wrapped around the Void Lords' bodies.
Before they could move — SHLAAKKK!!
Hundreds of shadows were cut off at once.
They fell to the ground, their screams drowned out
Only the Reaper's light footsteps could be heard.
Knock knock knock...
The Reaper was advancing.
He had no weapons in his hands.
Only his Presence was now life-threatening.
The Void Lords began to retreat —
Their fear was now a real fear of death.
Reaper whispered coldly:
"Real fight... starts now."
Reaper stood with his arms open,
A huge Dark Spiral formed around him —
Hundreds of distorted shadows were now trapped within the Spiral.
The sky turned black, the air began to cry,
and Reaper laughed.
A silent, cold, inhuman laugh.