久久大陆

"You're…" Jeong-Hui began to say.

Before he could get a word out, he witnessed the dark-skinned being lift his crimson halberd up as it shined bright like the sun, invoking a wonderful heat before slamming it down against the ground with an imposing thud.

"--?" Jeong-Hui watched.

Manifesting around the last human were soldiers; though that wasn't what struck him as the most perplexing thing about the entity's summoning.

The soldiers summoned to the Final Human's aid were not of one era, but all: some wielding spears, wearing a single loincloth like cavemen, others were dressed in unrefined, steel armor, holding swords and shields. Perhaps most surprising of all were the others dressed in camo and kevlar, equipped with modern weaponry such as assault rifles and shotguns.

There were hundreds of them, filling the vast domain as they stood alongside the Final Human.

"...I get it now…" Jeong-Hui said.

As he raised his daggers once more, he set his visceral, emerald gaze on the army before him, readying himself.

This is "humanity"--or at least, this is the embodiment of its most dire sin: war, he surmised.

With a signal of his halberd, the Final Human commanded his troops to engage as spear-wielding tribesmen and roman knights rushed the red-haired assassin.

Gunfire blared out as bullets soared towards him with amplified velocity and power, forcing him to evade left-and-right while also dealing with the close-ranged warriors swarming him.

Slicing through a pair of spearmen with a single slash, he flipped to the side before an ax-wielding viking slammed his weapon down, caving in the stone beneath.

They're not normal soldiers–though, I could've guessed that, he thought.

With a combination of his martial arts and assassin abilities, he utilizes nimble footwork to swerve around his opponents' attacks, ducking beneath spear thrusts and countering with slashes, and doing the same for rapid ax-strikes that came for his skull.

Still, it seemed the forces didn't dwindle as he had to warp from a shrapnel grenade thrown at his feet, finding it to be thrown by one of the manifestations of a U.S. soldier. As his eyes laid on the platoon of modern fighters, a storm of lead came his way.

["Flicker Step"]

An alternate version of [Blink Step], it allowed him to continuously blink across a short distance, causing the bullets to miss him before he reached the gun-wielding soldiers.

["Spirit Ripper"]

As he eviscerated through the platoon with swift slashes amplified by a pale-blue aura, all of his spirit instantly recovered, though it was hardly needed as through his heightened level, his spirit hardly diminished no matter how many skills he used.

"--Hm," he turned around.

There were countless warriors closing on him, rearing their swords back, pulling arrows behind the strings of bows, and warhammers being slammed overhead.

A flicker of pitch-black darkness swept over his irises as he invoked a nebulous skill to counteract the number of foes around him.

["To Hell"]

He moved as a beast of darkness itself for a moment, casting away his physical state into that of an abyssal monstrosity, sweeping by his foes and unleashing countless slashes through his shadowy limbs before reforming himself in his normal state.

Just as he managed to clear out the remnants of humanity's history, he was abrasively greeted by gilded weaponry that shot towards him like missiles, launching from the Final Human's will.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue.

The domain expanded, opening it up for more large-scale attacks whilst he dodged around, evading the swarm of projectiles that launched like railguns, homing in on him as he blinked away from their destructive nature.

The wordless Floor King waved his halberd around, summoning knights on horseback, full-metal tanks, and even jets.

It was utter mayhem for Jeong-Hui as he sprinted along the walls of the war-torn domain with heightened speed, running like a bolt of lightning as bullets, missiles, and arrows alike chased after him.

…This won't be enough. I've spent years relentlessly training. I made sure I'd never fail again, he thought.

As he kicked off from the wall, he took the initiative against the battalion against the cross-era army.

["Storm of Hades"]

Conjuring from a set of slashes, his daggers unleashed a natural disaster of pitch-black and violet lightning that razed the battlefield, tearing the tanks and jets apart as they set off into explosive blazes.

At last, he was brought face-to-face with the Final Human once more as they stood amidst the blazing, lightning-coiled battlefield.

"--" The dark-skinned goliath stared down at him.

He returned his opponent's gaze before dashing forward to take the initial strike–SQUELCH.

As he went in for a visceral, anti-matter variant of [Ripper], he was countered by the lightning-fast warrior as the tip of the being's halberd stabbed into his left eye.

"Ghh…" Jeong-Hui winced.

Before it could've dug in deeper, he blinked back, though his eye was lost, seeping blood down onto his face as he huffed.

"...Huff…" Jeong-Hui breathed out, focusing up.

The Sage System automatically suppressed the pain, though he hardly felt it anyhow as utter resolve flowed through his veins as he approached again, reenacting the same dash he used beforehand.

With a mighty stomp and lunge forward, the Final Human thrusted his halberd forward for the same counter, though Jeong-Hui predicted as much, luring out that same response as he swept by.

["Untouchable"]

Followed by:

[Creator's Ripper]

The unequivocal slash once more shook the realm as cosmic energy swept through the halls with an air of origin, embedding unblockable cuts deep into the being's flesh in an "X" shape.

Though the Final Human opened his mouth in pain, not a single sound left before he gritted his teeth, pushing past and countering with a swipe of his halberd.

"--!"

Jeong-Hui saw it in slowed-time, though it still came swiftly; he leaned back, still being grazed as its immaculate edge embedded a cut across his cheek.

In that moment, his spirit and body alike surged in unison with the will to win, allowing him to push forward as he unleashed one, last blow against his final opponent as blood seeped from his destroyed eye:

["Ripper"]

The fundamental version of the skill proved to be enough as he cut through the already opened wounds of the warrior, putting him down with assassin-like ruthlessness.

As the Final Human fell, he turned to dust, crumbling onto the ground as no experience or such rewards befell the red-haired man.

"--" Jeong-Hui held his injured eye before looking forward.

There was now a mysterious door sitting in the center of the room: a snow-white, wooden door that wasn't there before.

He knew what it was from a single glance and the eerie silence now surrounding him as all he could hear was his own breathing and the dripping of his own blood onto the ground.

The end of the line.

There wasn't a thought on his mind as he walked forward slowly, feeling the weight of each step as he arrived at the door, grabbing onto the handle before twisting it.

It creaked; the mysterious door let out a groan as it was opened, revealing a blinding, white veil in its threshold.

"...Guess there's no road left but the one ahead…"

With that in mind, Jeong-Hui used loose fabric to create a makeshift eye patch before stepping through the door, unknowing of what he'd see on the other side.