"Moku!" Furfur hissed, gritting his teeth.

"Hi. Long time no see, Furfur. It’s been half a year, hasn’t it?" Moku greeted him with a casual tone, as if merely acknowledging an old friend.

Furfur narrowed his eyes. A flicker of hesitation crossed his mind—not because Moku had suddenly appeared with a massive surge of power, but because he could feel absolutely nothing from the monster before him. During their first encounter, Furfur had been able to gauge Moku’s strength by his wild, primal aura.

While Furfur hadn’t been able to sense Moku’s mana even back then, it hadn’t mattered to a warrior of his caliber. Mana could be manipulated with certain spells to cause detection to falter, but a combat aura—the sheer weight of one’s presence in the air—never lied.

Now, however, he was blind. No, that wasn’t quite right; he did feel something—something that instinctively forced him to bow his head. It wasn’t merely a fear of power, but a primal urge from his soul that felt it must prostrate itself.

Sacred.

Yes, "sacred" was the only word for it. Furfur felt a sanctity radiating not just from Moku’s physical form, but from the very essence of his soul. This was what made him hesitate. If Moku had simply grown stronger than him in half a year, Furfur wouldn’t have been this concerned. In fact, it would have only increased his reverence for Lucifer; for a weak monster he could have killed at any time to suddenly become so strong in six months would prove that they truly needed to exterminate every monster in this world immediately. However, the reality before him far exceeded any growth a monster should be capable of.

"It seems you thoroughly enjoyed your fight with Goku and the others," Moku remarked, glancing at the pile of heads. There was no rage in his voice, nor any trace of vengeance in his expression. Yet once again, Furfur’s body shuddered with horror.

Furfur realized he could no longer waste time. The creature before him was no longer the same monster he had met six months ago. His instincts screamed a deafening warning. With a sharp stomp, Furfur’s body vanished—moving far faster than when he had faced Goku and Vakgar. His fist rose, cleaving the air at supersonic speeds that left a sonic boom in his wake.

Yet, the relaxed smile on Moku’s face did not fade. Just as Furfur’s fist was about to collide with his face, a devastating blow landed first—buried deep into Furfur’s gut.

CRACK!

Furfur’s internal organs shattered instantly, forcing him to vomit black ichor. His body was launched backward so fast he outpaced his own attack speed. He rocketed through the dark clouds, punching a hole through them and leaving a swirling vortex in the sky.

Furfur’s consciousness flickered for a moment before his survival instinct flared back to life. He looked up, shocked to find Moku standing calmly on his chest, even as they were still hurtling through the stratosphere.

"Ah, your body really is as tough as a juggernaut. I thought that punch would go right through you; it seems I underestimated your resilience," Moku tilted his head slightly. "But that’s alright. It means I can play with you a little longer."

As the smile widened, Furfur felt a second impact on his chest. His ribs disintegrated. Had he not managed to coat his heart in a mana shield at the last microsecond, that vital organ would have suffered the same fate as his ruptured lungs.

His body slammed into the earth, triggering a tectonic tremor in the crust. Furfur tore through layers of solid rock and shattered underground rivers, his journey finally ending when his back hit the searing magma deep within the earth.

Furfur stared up in a daze at the distant hole above, which was now being choked by dust and sand. His entire body was broken, immobile. However, the mana in his blood surged, automatically activating a high-tier healing mantra. One by one, his skin tissues and internal organs were stitched back together with impossible speed.

He knew Moku was still waiting for him up there; he could feel that sacred aura making his chest tighten. Once his body had recovered, Furfur kicked off. Instantly, all the mana within a hundred-mile radius bowed to his will. Volcano after volcano erupted across the surface like mushrooms after rain. A colossal volcano exploded directly beneath Furfur’s feet, propelling him back to the surface through the shaft he had just created.

In the sky, he saw Moku standing serenely with both hands behind his back. His smile was still gentle, like the gaze of an adult watching a child at play. Rage exploded in Furfur’s chest. The massive volcano beneath his feet erupted in tandem, transforming into a Volcanic Blade many times larger and hotter than the one he had used against Goku.

A massive magic circle manifested behind Furfur. Hundreds of the newly formed volcanoes trembled violently, as if being torn from the earth’s roots by force, before drifting into the sky.

[Dance of Volcanoes]

Moku looked up, watching the volcanoes dance around him with total composure. "A truly beautiful sight of the apocalypse. Fufufu... The way a Law Lord commands mana is always fascinating to behold," he said casually.

"You’re still laughing?! Do you not realize your end has come? Are you not going to transform into a legendary form like Goku?" Furfur challenged.

Moku turned, seemingly appreciating Furfur’s genuine curiosity. "Oh, you mean the Vivid Dream of Bima and the other Pandavas? It seems you’ve felt the full extent of Bima’s power. Hehehe... Goku must have really enjoyed your fight. I thank you for that." Moku gave a small nod. "As for the Vivid Dream... I could use it. But why would I call upon a legend, when the legend himself already stands before you?"

Moku spread his arms, his smile widening further. Furfur froze. He understood the implication immediately: Goku borrowed the power of legends because he needed a boost to fight. But Moku... Moku was the legend.

Just as a Level 9 Constellation Mage no longer needed to enter their Mana God Form. Not because they couldn’t, but because the Mana God itself was weaker than they were. Once a mage became a Law Lord, they rarely used such forms; the higher their constellation level, the more useless the borrowed power became. Because they themselves had become the Mana Gods.

"You arrogant bastard!" Furfur hissed.

"I’m only arrogant if I exaggerate reality. But this is the fact: the current me occupies a seat equal to those legendary figures."

"Is that so? Then let’s see!"

Furfur roared. The hundreds of mountains floating in the sky streaked toward Moku like homing missiles. Yet Moku remained still. He didn’t even take his hands out from behind his back. A bizarre phenomenon occurred: every mountain that struck his body suddenly unraveled and evaporated, returning to pure energy like drops of water hitting a white-hot iron.

"What?!"

Furfur was stunned. His eyes saw what his magical logic could not accept. A Law Lord could force mana into a physical form—like a volcano. But it was considered impossible to turn that physical form back into mana instantly. This was because every object, living or dead, as long as it possessed a form and wasn’t just energy, possessed an Innate Domain.

The Innate Domain was the Ego of Matter. Mages believed that every atom possessed a memory of its form. Once mana was forced into a vessel in form of volcano, that mana would ’forget’ how to be energy and only remember how to be hot stone. The Innate Domain acted as a seal locking that memory. To change a form back into mana instantly meant erasing the history of that object’s existence—an act deemed impossible because it defied the flow of time and the logic of creation.

This was the reason why Domain Users and Law Lords could not reshape the physical world at will, but could only manipulate mana to create new forms. If they could alter the physical world, any Domain User or Law Lord could turn their enemies into whatever they wished on a whim.

"Impossible!" Furfur trembled. Everything he understood about the world was being turned upside down by the figure in front of him.

"Are you finished?" Moku glanced at him playfully.

"How... how did you do that?" Furfur stammered.

"How? Hmm... I simply returned everything to its original form. Can you not see it?"

Furfur fell silent, feeling toyed with. He knew Moku was intentionally giving a simplified explanation because he believed Furfur would never be capable of understanding such high-tier mechanics. Moku’s gaze seemed to say: The weak have no need to know how the strong operate.

Furfur’s rage peaked until the surrounding temperature spiked, causing the air to shimmer and warp.

"DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ME!"

The magic circle behind him expanded, absorbing mana on a massive scale until the dark night sky turned a glowing crimson. The hundreds of floating mountains instantly transformed into giant Volcanic Blades. Their speed increased exponentially, obliterating everything in their path—trees, rocks, and even the earth itself evaporated into ash.

Yet, nothing changed. Moku continued to stand calmly, looking at Furfur with a gaze that almost resembled pity. The lava blades stabbing at him unraveled into mana before they could even touch a hair on his head.

"It seems your power truly ends here. Hehehe... you really are weak," Moku’s voice was soft, yet it cut through the howling firestorm surrounding them.

"YOU—!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Furfur didn’t get to finish his curse. In an instant, Moku was standing right in front of him. It wasn’t teleportation; Moku had moved so fast that the air particles hadn’t even realized he had passed through them.

Before Furfur could react, his eyes caught a horrifying sight: Moku was clutching a massive heart with a pulsing obsidian stone at its center. Furfur looked down and found a gaping hole in his chest.

The heart in Moku’s hand was his own.

Furfur’s consciousness slowly began to fade. As his life slipped away, every volcanic blade in the sky shattered and unraveled into dust of light. Furfur’s lifeless body plummeted, buried beneath the ruins of his own shattered power.