Rising through the Omniverse as a Herrscher

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Masachika stared blankly at the UI screen floating in front of him, completely dumbfounded. He was frozen in place, his mind racing to process what had just happened. He knew—without a shred of doubt—that he should have failed the quest. He should be preparing himself to be sent straight to Hell for missing the submission deadline.

Yet, here he was, standing in his room, intact and very much not in Hell.

His golden eyes narrowed as he reviewed the situation in his mind. He knew he'd already reached the quota for the quest, but he had intentionally held back from submitting it. Testing his strength in Hell had been his plan all along. He wanted to face the demons head-on, to gauge the limits of his abilities in the most hostile environment imaginable.

But now, the system had thrown a wrench in his plans. Without any input from him, it had automatically submitted the quest at the last possible moment.

Masachika could only stare at the UI screen before him, the bold words reading:

[Calculating Reward...]

A deep sigh escaped his lips, his fox ears twitching in mild irritation. "Seriously? You couldn't let me fail just this once?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

From behind him, Musashi chuckled softly. "Looks like even the system doesn't want to see you lose, Masachika-sama."

"It seems so… sigh," Masachika muttered, releasing a deep, drawn-out breath. His golden eyes shifted toward the array of weapons meticulously prepared and laid out before him. Each one gleamed with the unmistakable sheen of Soulium, a testament to the effort and precision he had poured into their creation.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as a thought took hold. "If the system doesn't want me to fail, then why not just go there myself?"

Without hesitation, Masachika began methodically gathering the weapons, each one vanishing into his inventory with a flick of his hand. Swords, halberds, shields, and even experimental constructs of his own design—every last one was safely stored away.

The room, once filled with the tools of battle, now stood empty save for him. He took a moment to stretch, rolling his shoulders before turning to the doorway. "The system might've failed to send me to Hell," he murmured, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone, "but I can still get there—with Belfast's help."

Determined, Masachika began to move, his mind already racing with plans. Hell wasn't merely a punishment in his eyes; it was an opportunity—a battlefield where he could push himself to the limits, test his mettle, and perhaps uncover his true potential. More importantly, it might hold the key to unlocking his Unawakened Heart Tool. If the system wouldn't deliver him to Hell's gates, then so be it. He would forge his own path there, tearing them open with his own hands if necessary.

"Belfast."

"Yes, Masachika-sama," she replied, appearing before him, fully prepared to assist with his request.

"Can you send me to Hell or Jekkad?"

"Yes, Master. Would you like me to send you now?"

"Yes, but before that, I need to ask— is there a time difference between here and there?"

When Masachika heard that, he raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the concept. The idea of spending centuries in Hell while only a fraction of time passed in the outside world was an alluring prospect. He had his reasons for wanting to test his limits, and this time discrepancy could work in his favor.

"That's quite the advantage," Masachika mused, a small smirk forming on his lips. "A thousand years there, and just one hour here... Seems like I'll have more than enough time to explore and push my abilities to the brink."

He glanced at Belfast, who was waiting for his next command. "Then, let's not waste any more time. Send me to Hell now."

With that, his decision was final. Hell was calling, and he was ready to answer.

"As you wish."

Belfast's voice was steady, but there was a faint glimmer of anticipation in her eyes as she raised her hand. The air around them seemed to tremble for a brief moment before a dark, crimson-red portal materialized before them. The swirling vortex was filled with an oppressive energy, as if it was alive—its very presence radiating a sense of danger and foreboding.

The temperature dropped slightly, and an eerie, distant wail echoed from the depths of the portal. It was the sound of torment, of souls in agony, and the promise of the Hell Masachika had prepared himself to face.

Masachika took a step forward, his expression unreadable, but his golden eyes gleamed with resolve.

"This is it." His voice was calm, but there was an edge of excitement underneath. "Let's see what Hell has to offer."

Without hesitation, he stepped into the portal, his form disappearing into the swirling red abyss, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.

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As soon as Masachika arrived at Jekkad—or Hell—he was immediately struck by the intense heat that enveloped the area. The air shimmered with waves of heat distortion, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked and glowing faintly with molten veins. However, the searing temperatures didn't bother him as much as he had anticipated.

He paused, glancing at his hand, then at the vast expanse of Hell around him.

"It's not as hot as I thought it'd be," Masachika muttered to himself, scanning the fiery, desolate expanse of Jekkad.

Without warning, Musashi emerged from the Stigmata Space, her tone light but tinged with amusement.

"Well, it's no wonder. That's thanks to your Thermal Fluctuation Nullification," she said, crossing her arms as she looked around, unbothered by the hellish surroundings.

Masachika blinked, realization dawning.

"Ah, right. I forgot about that," he replied with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

Musashi raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Forgot, huh? Maybe I should start keeping a list of all the things you forget. It'd probably be longer than Abyss Flower."

He rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a grin.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the reminder, Musashi."

The two began walking, the crackling flames of Hell lighting their path. Masachika couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation for the trials ahead, and Musashi's presence only added to his confidence.

Masachika and Musashi paused as distant roars of demons echoed across the fiery expanse, a haunting call to battle that sent a thrilling surge through his veins. This was exactly what he had come for—a challenge, a test of strength.

"Well, now isn't that convenient, Masachika?" Musashi teased, her voice laced with amusement. "The demons found you first. You don't even need to waste time looking for them."

"Yeah, I know," Masachika replied with a smirk, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, get back inside. I'm going to be moving a lot, and I don't need any distractions, Musashi."

Musashi chuckled softly, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. But before you go wild, let me set the stage properly. Ahem." She cleared her throat theatrically, her expression shifting into one of mock seriousness.

"Against all the evil that hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce…"

 She glanced at Masachika, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk.

"…We'll send unto them, only you. Rip and Tear until it is done"

Masachika couldn't help but laugh, the fiery atmosphere around them only amplifying the sheer absurdity of the moment. "You really had to go there, huh?"

Musashi shrugged, her grin widening. "Well, you are basically living the Doom Slayer fantasy, so why not lean into it?"

"whatever now, get inside."

And with that, she then retreated into the Stigmata Space, Masachika reached into his inventory and pulled out the Soulium-crafted Super Shotgun. He flipped it open, loading it with shotgun shells in one smooth motion, the sound of metal clicking reverberating through the air.

With the shotgun resting confidently in his hands, Masachika took a deep breath, feeling the solid weight of the weapon and the electrifying thrill of the impending battle. As his adrenaline surged, his ears and nine tails sprouted out instinctively, their presence amplifying his aura of raw power. The fiery expanse around him seemed to pulse in response, as though the very landscape acknowledged the predator that had arrived in its midst.

Masachika brought out the Soulium Speaker with a smirk, setting it down firmly on the ashen ground. With a flick of his finger, the hauntingly powerful chords of The Only Thing They Fear Is You erupted at full blast, echoing through the fiery expanse. The pulsating rhythm reverberated through the air, drawing the attention of countless demons.

The distant roars of the fiends shifted into a chaotic crescendo, their movements quickening as they surged toward the source of the sound in hordes. Their howls of rage and anticipation grew louder, creating a symphony of chaos perfectly complementing the track.

As Masachika's eyes locked onto the endless horde of demons rushing toward him, a notification appeared in his system interface. Unbeknownst to him, he had received a new quest. However, his focus was entirely consumed by the approaching wave of chaos, leaving the notification unnoticed.

"now, Let's get this party started!"

Masachika yelled, his grin widening as he hefted the Super Shotgun. The music and the thundering footsteps of the approaching horde only fueled his excitement. With his ears twitching and his tails swaying, he strode forward to meet the tide of demons head-on, the anticipation of carnage lighting a fire in his golden eyes.

[New Quest Received: Hell's Judgment]

[Objective: Survive or Annihilate the Endless Horde of Demon.]

[Bonus Objective: Survive without using Herrscher Powers.]

[Bonus Objective 2: Slay the Titan.]

[Rewards: Doom Slayer Title, Access to Hell]

[Bonus Reward : ???]

[Bonus Reward : ???]

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Kyoto—a city where every corner whispers tales of the past, where nature and tradition weave together like the intricate branches of an ancient tree. It beckons travelers not merely to observe but to immerse themselves in its essence—a harmonious blend of stillness and movement, reverence and vitality.

Yet, beneath this serene facade lies a hidden world. A realm where the supernatural thrives, and Youkai roam amidst the timeless streets and sacred shrines. In Kyoto, the veil between the seen and the unseen is thin, revealing a side of the world where myths come alive.

The Youkai Faction is divided into two powerful factions: the West Youkai Faction and the East Youkai Faction. The West Youkai Faction is led by the Kyuubi Kitsune, Yasaka. On the other side, the East Youkai Faction is ruled by Nurarihyon.

At the headquarters of the West Youkai Faction, a high-stakes conference is currently underway. Youkai from all corners of the faction have gathered to discuss a growing and unprecedented threat. The atmosphere is tense, as the members exchange information and strategize their response.

At the heart of the gathering stood a striking young woman with a voluptuous figure and cascading blonde hair that reached down to her legs, ending in an elegant spiral. Her long locks were usually tied in a loose ponytail, secured with taut bandages to maintain its shape. Her golden eyes matched her radiant hair, complementing her delicate facial features. A pair of short, rounded eyebrows—a traditional symbol of nobility—adorned her serene expression. She wore a traditional shrine maiden's attire, layered with a pristine white coat fastened by a red ribbon, and completed her regal appearance with a golden crown resting atop her head.

The woman is Yasaka, the formidable leader of the West Youkai Faction, who commands the room with her unwavering presence. Her sharp mind is focused on addressing the looming danger, while ensuring the safety and stability of her faction.

"Now, can you tell us about the report you wish to convey?"

Yasaka inquired, her voice calm but commanding as she addressed the Youkai assigned to Tokyo. The Youkai in question was a young Karasu-Tengu man, no older than his twenties, with short black hair and dark eyes. Despite his youthful appearance, there were noticeable bandages wrapped around parts of his body, a clear sign that he had been injured during his mission. His posture, though steady, betrayed a subtle weariness, suggesting the toll the encounter had taken on him.

"Y-yes, Yasaka-sama. It's about my mission in Tokyo, investigating the cause behind the sudden surge of [Stray Devils] in the city,"

he stammered, though he meant Demons when he mentioned Stray Devils. The term "Stray Devil" was used by Youkai, as they were unaware of the true nature of Demons and only recognized what they called Devils. The Demons they encountered resembled the Stray Devils, which led to the mislabeling.

"I see," Yasaka nodded. "Did you find anything on that matter?"

"None, Yasaka-sama. While I was conducting my task, a massive green barrier began to expand and eventually enveloped me."

"I see. Continue," Yasaka urged, her attention sharp.

"While inside the barrier, it felt as though there was no one else around, as if we were in a completely separate dimension. The usual sounds of the city had vanished, replaced by an eerie silence that intensified the strange atmosphere. It was as if the world outside no longer existed. Driven by the need to understand what was happening, I decided to head toward the center of the barrier. That's when I saw something... something that didn't belong."

"Something?" Yasaka prompted.

"Yes. Although I was quite far away and couldn't make out his features clearly, I could tell he was a teenage boy. From what I observed, it appeared that the boy was in the midst of a confrontation with four armed individuals. I don't know who they were, but I could sense that they were dangerous."

"I see," Yasaka replied, her gaze unwavering. "And then what happened?"

"That's when I saw something... truly bizarre,"

the Karasu-Tengu man continued, his voice lowering slightly as the weight of his words sank in.

"What was it?" Yasaka asked, her expression now focused intently on him.

"The fox ears on his head... and the nine tails on his back," he stated, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The room fell into an eerie silence. Every Youkai present exchanged glances, the gravity of the words hanging in the air. The mention of a nine-tailed fox—something thought to be nothing more than a legend—was nothing short of shocking. Among the Youkai, only the most revered Kitsune bloodline, specifically the leader of Kyoto, was said to possess such a rare and powerful form: the nine-tailed fox.

The tension in the room thickened, as the realization began to dawn on each individual present. A nine-tailed fox was not only a sign of immense power but also a symbol of something far more significant—perhaps the emergence of a new and unpredictable force. The Karasu-Tengu's words had just shattered what was once considered impossible.

"And that's not all," the Karasu-Tengu man continued, his voice trembling slightly. "When the four armed individuals charged toward the nine-tailed boy, something... unimaginable happened. Suddenly, the entire area around us seemed to flatten as if the very air had been pressed down. I was thrown to the ground, pinned beneath an invisible force, unable to move or even breathe properly. It was as if the world itself had been crushed under the weight of that moment."

As the words sank in, the weight of what the Tengu had just described hit the room like a heavy wave. The mention of such an event was far worse than the mere increase of "Stray Devils." The air in the room grew thick with apprehension. The Youkai present exchanged uneasy glances, each of them realizing the gravity of the situation.

"However," the Tengu continued, his voice steadying as he recounted the rest of the experience, "thankfully, after the barrier was lifted, everything returned to normal... as if nothing had happened. It was as though the entire event had been erased from reality, leaving no trace behind."

"I see. Then, do you know where this person went?" Yasaka asked, her gaze sharp yet composed as she listened to the young Tengu's report.

"No, Yasaka-sama," the Tengu replied, bowing slightly. "As soon as the pull of the force subsided, I wanted to inquire more about this person, but I feared provoking him. So, without hesitation, I left the area immediately."

"I see," Yasaka murmured, her mind racing. "Then, were you able to discern any features of this person?"

"Yes, Yasaka-sama. The only details I could catch were his silver-white hair and golden eyes," the Tengu reported, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty.

"I see. Thank you for your work. Take the day off and heal your injuries. Dismissed."

"Yes, Yasaka-sama," the Tengu responded, bowing deeply before exiting the room to tend to his wounds.

As the Tengu departed, a heavy silence settled over the room. One of the Youkai present glanced at Yasaka before speaking.

"What should we do about this, Yasaka-sama?"

"Hmm..." Yasaka murmured, thoughtfully placing a hand on her chin. She took a moment to process the information. They still didn't know who this person was, the one with the nine-tailed fox bloodline. All they had to go on were the details provided by the Tengu's description.

Without hesitation, Yasaka turned to one of her trusted officers. "Issue an order to the Intelligence Department to search for anyone who matches that description. Once they've identified this person, report to me immediately."

"As you wish, Yasaka-sama," the Youkai replied, bowing respectfully.

One of the Youkai then spoke up, his voice respectful but urgent. "Yasaka-sama, what should we do about the increase in Stray Devils?"

Yasaka paused for a moment, considering the situation. "Leave that matter to another team for investigation. Just as before, report to me immediately if you uncover the cause behind the increase."

"As you wish, Yasaka-sama," the Youkai replied with a bow, his tone steady.

"Good. Dismissed," Yasaka said firmly.

With her final command, the Youkai filed out of the room, each moving swiftly to carry out their respective tasks, fully aware of the weight the situation carried.

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In the desolate expanse of Hell, Masachika sat atop a towering mountain of mutilated demon corpses, their grotesque forms sprawled around him in a chaotic display of his ruthless carnage—a scene that would earn the admiration of even the legendary Doom Slayer. His body was drenched in the thick, dark blood of his fallen foes, its vile essence clinging to his skin and soaking into his once-pristine, shimmering white Ninetails, now sullied with streaks of crimson.

Masachika exhaled deeply, wiping the exhaustion from his eyes as he took a brief moment to gather himself. His muscles throbbed with the strain of relentless battle, and his mind teetered on the edge of weariness, yet he knew there was no time for rest. Not here. Not now.

Masachika found himself fending off an unrelenting horde of demons, their numbers so vast they seemed to blot out the horizon—a seemingly infinite swarm converging upon him. Among them were the elites of Hell: the Baron of Hell, Arch-Vile, Doom Hunter, Marauder, and even the towering Tyrant. Despite the overwhelming odds and the near-insurmountable pressure, Masachika stubbornly chose to refrain from tapping into the devastating power of his Herrscher core.

For him, relying on such overwhelming power would undermine the purpose of the meticulously crafted arsenal he had designed for battles of this magnitude. Each weapon in his arsenal had been forged with precision, designed to test the limits of his skill and strategy. Using the Herrscher core would render all that effort meaningless.

Moreover, this was more than just a fight—it was a crucible to hone his abilities further. Masachika understood the value of experience gained through adversity. Battling the endless horde without relying on his core power was a deliberate choice, a test of endurance and skill that would sharpen him for even greater challenges ahead.

But even his self-imposed restraint had its toll.

ACHOO!

Masachika sneezed suddenly, his breath catching in the cold, blood-scented air.

"Brr... Is it normal to catch a cold in hell, of all places? There's not even a hint of snow around here," he muttered, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

(Who knows? Maybe someone out there is talking about you right now.)

Musashi's voice echoed in the Stigmata Space, carrying a playful hint that caught Masachika's attention.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Hmph, yeah, right. Like hell there—"

But then he paused, his thoughts shifting as a sudden realization crossed his mind. His eyes narrowed as he reconsidered the possibility.

"…Wait, maybe there is someone talking about me."

Deciding to brush it off as a mere possibility, Masachika stood up and stretched both arms toward the sky. His muscles groaned in protest, a testament to the insane physical regimen he'd endured. Just as he straightened, a sudden UI notification materialized in front of him, its glowing text hovering ominously in the air.

[Reward for the Daily Quest has been Calculated.]

[Congratulations, you have acquired ??? True Dragon Essence.]

Masachika froze, his breath catching in his throat. Musashi, observing from the Stigmata Space, widened her eyes in disbelief.

"True Dragon Essence?" Masachika muttered, his tone a mix of astonishment and confusion. "From a daily quest? What kind of crazy reward system is this?"

"Considering how you trained like a lunatic carrying one million kilograms all over your body," Musashi quipped, "maybe this is the universe's way of saying, 'Good job not dying.'"

Masachika huffed but couldn't argue. His brutal training regimen was beyond normal comprehension, even by Herrscher standards. However, their attention quickly turned to the most baffling detail: the "???" in the notification.

"That could mean anything," Masachika said, his brows furrowing. "Is it the True Dragon's name? Its origin? What is this mystery?"

Before they could speculate further, a vial of blood materialized in his hand. It shimmered with a radiant, otherworldly light, its aura suffused with an incomprehensible amount of power. Masachika and Musashi didn't need to inspect it to understand its significance.

"I don't know whose essence or blood this belongs to," Masachika muttered, his gaze fixed on the radiant vial in his hand, "but it's definitely powerful."

Deciding that this wasn't the appropriate place to consume the vial, Masachika carefully stored it in his inventory. He resolved to analyze the blood once he returned to a safe environment, intending to determine if it could be replicated. If successful, he could share its incredible power with those he cared about. While he acknowledged his own greed, he wasn't someone who hoarded precious things solely for himself. To him, the value of such a gift was magnified when shared, and he was determined to use it to benefit those closest to him.

He sensed the atmosphere growing dangerously tense, every instinct screaming at him to remain cautious. His prudence was soon vindicated as the ground beneath him began to quake violently, a deep, ominous rumble reverberating through the desolate landscape.

An earthquake? No, it was more than that.

Masachika turned toward the source of the disturbance, his eyes narrowing. In the distance, a shadow began to rise, blocking out parts of the horizon. He had to crane his neck upward to take in the full scale of what he was seeing—a colossal demon, its form so massive it seemed to pierce the heavens. The air around it distorted with sheer malice, and every step it took caused the ground to shatter and quake.

"What the hell…" Masachika murmured, his heart pounding as he instinctively reached for a weapon. "It's like the entire world decided to throw its worst at me today, with The Titan."

Musashi's voice echoed from the Stigmata Space, sharp and alert.

"Stay focused, Masachika. That thing isn't just big—it's radiating power far beyond the elites you've faced so far."

Masachika clenched his fists, his mind already strategizing as the massive demon continued its approach.

"yeah, I guess my weapon are not gonna even effect it."

Masachika said as it is very Massive, that it already prove to be a challenge, so he thought that this time he might as well go all out to defeat it.

Masachika returned the Super Shotgun to his inventory, its work done for now. In its place, he summoned the Abyss Flower, a spear with an ominous, almost sentient aura. Gripping the weapon firmly, he gave it a fluid twirl, the dark energy emanating from it leaving trails of light in the air.

"Alright, Abyss Flower," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Let's make your debut one to remember."

The towering demon, as if sensing his intent, turned its glowing crimson eyes toward him. Without warning, it raised a colossal fist and brought it down with staggering speed, the sheer force creating a deafening roar. Masachika's eyes widened as the fist descended faster than he'd anticipated.

Boom!

The impact obliterated everything in its path. The mountain of mutilated demon corpses that Masachika had painstakingly built was reduced to mere ashes. The ground beneath it fractured and collapsed, a massive crater left in the aftermath.

Masachika, having narrowly escaped the devastating blow, hovered in the air a short distance away, breathing heavily. His heart raced as he stared at the destruction.

"That thing…" he muttered, still trying to process what he'd just witnessed. "How can something so massive move that damn fast?!"

The Titan vanished from its position in an instant, leaving only a cloud of dust in its wake. Masachika's eyes darted around, his grip on the Abyss Flower tightening as he searched for the massive creature.

"Where did it go?" he muttered, a tinge of unease creeping into his voice.

His senses suddenly screamed in alarm, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. A split second later, Musashi's voice rang sharply in his mind, filled with urgency.

(Masachika! Above!)

He instinctively snapped his gaze upward, and his breath caught. The Titan had leaped into the sky, defying all logic for a creature of its size. Its massive form blotted out the light above, casting a dark shadow over the battlefield. The sheer force of its leap caused the air to ripple, and debris rained down like meteors from the shockwave.

Now descending with terrifying speed, the Titan's massive fist was poised to strike with enough force to annihilate everything beneath it. The pressure alone made it hard for Masachika to move, as though the atmosphere itself was crushing him under its weight.

"Tch! How is something that big even capable of jumping like that?!" he growled, his mind racing as he calculated his next move.

Musashi's voice broke through again, sharp and unrelenting.

(Move now! Don't try to block it! You'll be flattened!)

Masachika gritted his teeth, channeling his energy into his legs. With a burst of speed, he propelled himself sideways just as the Titan's fist slammed into the ground where he had stood.

Boom!

The impact was catastrophic. The ground fractured, sending massive shockwaves radiating outward. The crater left behind was so deep and vast that it looked like a canyon had been carved into the earth. The air was filled with dust and the sound of crumbling rocks, drowning out everything else.

Masachika skidded to a halt a safe distance away, sweat dripping down his face. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding like a drum.

"Damn it," he muttered, watching as the Titan slowly rose from the crater it had created, its glowing red eyes locking onto him once more. "This thing is more of a monster than I thought."

The Titan roared, shaking the very ground beneath him, and Masachika tightened his grip on the Abyss Flower.

"Alright, big guy," he said, steeling his resolve. "Let's see if you can keep up with me."

Masachika charged forward, closing the distance between himself and the Titan with unrelenting determination. The ground trembled with each step of the colossal creature, its immense size making each movement a natural disaster.

The Titan roared, its fist surging toward him with incredible force, the sheer speed of the attack creating a shockwave that threatened to throw Masachika off balance.

"Too slow!" Masachika shouted, his instincts honed to perfection. He raised the Abyss Flower, the black spear glinting ominously, and with precise timing, he redirected the Titan's punch just slightly.

The minor deflection was enough; the Titan's fist sailed past him, the air from the missed blow roaring like a hurricane. Masachika used the opportunity to leap onto the creature's massive arm, dashing along its length with agility that belied the chaos surrounding him.

The Titan growled, trying to shake him off, but Masachika held firm, his eyes locked onto its face. His target was clear.

"Let's see how tough you really are!" he muttered, channeling his energy into his legs as he closed the distance.

As he neared the Titan's face, Masachika leaped high into the air, the Abyss Flower glowing ominously with accumulated power. The spear pulsed with Honkai Energy, the dark energy swirling violently around its tip.

With a roar of his own, Masachika thrust the spear forward with all his might, his entire body pouring strength into the attack. The air cracked under the force, and the black energy surged forward like a tidal wave, amplifying the strike's destructive power.

The spear pierced into the Titan's face, the impact resounding like a thunderclap. A shockwave of energy erupted from the point of contact, sending cracks spider-webbing across the creature's massive head. The force was so great that the Titan staggered backward, its monstrous roar now tinged with pain and fury.

Masachika landed back on the ground, skidding to a halt as dust and debris swirled around him. He raised the Abyss Flower, its tip glowing faintly from the residue of the attack.

"Not so invincible after all, huh?" he muttered, smirking despite the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

The Titan roared again, this time louder and more enraged, as it steadied itself and locked its fiery gaze onto him once more.

"Well," Masachika said, spinning the Abyss Flower in a ready stance. "Guess we're not done yet."

Masachika saw the Titan's immense form trembling with fury, its rage boiling over after being injured by someone it deemed inferior. Its bloodshot eyes locked onto him as it charged forward, each step shaking the desolate ground. The Titan raised its colossal hand, ready to crush him with a blow so powerful it seemed to tear through the very air.

Masachika's golden eyes narrowed. He quickly realized there was no time to evade the incoming attack. Gritting his teeth, he made a snap decision—if he couldn't dodge, he would counter. Tightening his grip on Abyss Flower, he poured an unimaginable amount of Honkai Energy into the spear, causing its Soulium material to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. The energy surged through the Divine Key, strengthening and reinforcing it far beyond its limits.

The ground beneath Masachika cracked and buckled as he braced himself, his aura flaring like a raging inferno. The Titan's massive fist descended with terrifying speed, but Masachika was ready.

"OOOORRRRAAAAA!!"

With a powerful roar, he thrust Abyss Flower forward, channeling all his strength and Honkai Energy into a single, devastating strike. The spear's tip glowed brilliantly, its concentrated energy creating a shockwave that rippled outward.

The two forces collided in a cataclysmic clash. The impact created a blinding explosion of light and energy, the sheer force of the collision obliterating the surrounding terrain and sending debris flying in all directions. Masachika stood his ground, his feet sinking into the fractured earth as he pushed against the Titan's overwhelming might.

The Titan let out a pained roar as the thrust pierced through its colossal hand, the concentrated energy of Abyss Flower tearing through its flesh like paper. Black, ichorous blood sprayed from the wound as the Titan staggered backward, clutching its mangled hand

Masachika, seeing the Titan stagger and clutch its mangled hand, refused to let up. With sheer determination burning in his eyes, he bent his knees and propelled himself upward with all the strength he had left. The force of his leap sent a shockwave rippling through the cracked ground below, launching him high into the air, well above the Titan's towering form.

Hovering momentarily above the massive creature, Masachika gripped Abyss Flower tightly. The spear thrummed with power as he poured an unimaginable surge of Honkai Energy into it, the weapon glowing with an intense brilliance that seemed to eclipse the desolate hellscape around them.

He looked down at the Titan's enormous, grotesque head, his golden eyes blazing with unshakable resolve. "You may be big," he said, his voice echoing with defiance and finality, "but size doesn't mean shit to me. It's game over."

With those words, Masachika thrust Abyss Flower downward, aiming directly for the center of the Titan's head. The spear tore through the air like a meteor, leaving a blinding trail of energy in its wake.

The impact was cataclysmic. Abyss Flower pierced through the Titan's skull with devastating force, the concentrated Honkai Energy exploding outward in a brilliant eruption.

Masachika landed squarely on the Titan's massive body, his knees nearly buckling from the impact. He steadied himself, leaning on the Abyss Flower as it embedded itself into the Titan's skull, the weapon acting as a makeshift crutch to keep him upright. His breath came in heavy, labored gasps, his body screaming in exhaustion from the intensity of the battle.

"Pant, pant, pant... Guess I'll have to up the training regimen again," Masachika muttered through clenched teeth, his voice strained but resolute. "Need to kill this thing with a single, quick move next time... pant, pant, pant..."

The weight of his weariness pressed down on him, but he wasn't done yet. Reaching into his inventory, Masachika pulled out the remaining energy drink he'd kept for moments like this. With a swift motion, he cracked open the bottle and downed it in one go, the cool liquid rushing into his system.

Almost instantly, the exhaustion that had been weighing him down evaporated. It was as if the very fatigue that had crippled him moments ago was a distant memory.

"Phew, feeling refreshed again." Masachika let out a satisfied sigh, tossing the now-empty bottle back into his inventory.

"Good workout out there," came Musashi's voice from behind him, her tone teasing but filled with admiration. She materialized from the Stigmata Space, her presence grounding him in the aftermath of the battle.

Just as he was about to dismount the fallen Titan's head, an all-too-familiar tremor shook the ground beneath him. His instincts immediately kicked in, and he turned his head to the right, his eyes widening in disbelief. What he saw left him frozen in place, a mix of shock and incredulity sweeping over him.

It wasn't just one Titan... it was a horde of them—the very same Titans he had just defeated—marching toward him. His jaw clenched as the magnitude of the situation settled in.

"Oi, oi, oi... is this the Rumbling or something?" Masachika muttered to himself, shaking his head as if hoping the scene before him would disappear. But no, the horde only grew larger, their massive forms crushing the ground beneath them with each step.

As he moved to survey the area, he quickly realized that they were surrounding him—coming from all directions, their presence suffocating. The once expansive battlefield was now a trap.

"If someone saw this..." Masachika paused, eyes narrowing as he took in the colossal horde. "They'd probably break down in despair."

Masachika took a deep breath, his gaze lifting toward the crimson skies above.

Inhale.

Exhale.

"It seems someone out there wants to push you even further, huh, Masachika?" Musashi's voice echoed in his mind, her tone both teasing and supportive as she retreated back into the Stigmata Space.

The rumbling of the ground grew more intense as the horde of Titans closed in, their massive forms blotting out the horizon. One of the Titans reached him first, its enormous fist crashing down toward him with enough force to obliterate the ground. Yet, Masachika didn't flinch. He stood his ground, motionless, as if daring the Titan to strike.

The fist slammed into the skull of the fallen Titan beneath him, unleashing a shockwave that kicked up a towering cloud of dust. For a moment, silence reigned—then it was shattered. A brilliant purple beam of energy tore through the dust, obliterating the Titan's massive fist and ripping through the body of another Titan behind it. The beam carved a path of destruction, a testament to Masachika's overwhelming power.

"Yeah..." Masachika muttered, gripping the Abyss Flower tightly as a defiant smirk played on his lips. His eyes burned with determination. "But you know what? Two can play that game."

He pointed the Abyss Flower toward the horde, his voice roaring with unyielding resolve. "So come on, you heretics! I'll take you all on—I will not go down without a fight!"

With those words, Masachika charged straight into the approaching horde of Titans, his figure a lone warrior against the overwhelming tide of chaos.

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Masachika, standing amidst the desolate inferno of Hell, is currently locked in a fierce battle against the unrelenting horde of Titans converging upon him. With each swing of his weapon and every surge of power, he cuts down these colossal beings, their sheer numbers seemingly endless. The ground trembles beneath their combined weight, yet Masachika's resolve remains unshaken as he continues his relentless onslaught, determined to stand his ground no matter the odds.

And as Masachika fought relentlessly against the unending wave of Titans, his body underwent a massive and unprecedented evolution. The strain of battle pushed him beyond his physical and mental limits, forcing his very essence to adapt in ways he had never imagined. His muscles, once pushed to their peak through relentless training, now pulsed with an otherworldly power, growing denser and more refined. His strength surged exponentially, his strikes capable of shattering even the toughest defenses with ease.

His agility became unparalleled, his movements faster and more fluid than ever before. Each dodge, leap, and thrust of his spear flowed like water, evading even the swiftest attacks from the Titans. The air seemed to bend around him as his speed reached blinding levels, allowing him to maneuver through the battlefield with supernatural precision.

It was as though his very existence had been redefined by the crucible of battle, his body becoming a weapon forged through struggle and honed by the fires of endless combat. Despite the exhaustion gnawing at his mind, the changes coursing through him filled him with a newfound sense of invincibility.

After what felt like an eternity, Masachika stood atop a newly formed mountain of Titan corpses, their massive bodies stacked so high that they seemed to pierce the very heavens. The once desolate and blood-soaked battlefield now bore witness to his relentless carnage, a testament to his unyielding resolve and unmatched prowess. Despite the immeasurable toll on his body, his grip on the Abyss Flower remained firm, and his gaze burned with defiance, daring anything in Hell to challenge him further.

The lower-rank demons of Hell, creatures bred to know no fear, watched from a distance as Masachika stood atop the mountain of Titan corpses. Their usual bravado was now replaced with a primal terror they had never known. In Hell, there was only one entity they feared—the Doom Slayer. But as they bore witness to Masachika's unmatched slaughter, a new fear rooted itself deep in their minds. Masachika had carved his place in the nightmares of Hell's denizens, becoming the second being they would dread alongside the legend of the Doom Slayer himself.

Masachika, standing atop the towering mountain of Titan corpses, scanned his surroundings with weary, bloodshot eyes. His body bore the marks of relentless combat, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yet his gaze was sharp, searching the desolate battlefield for any remaining Titans that might have survived his onslaught. The stench of blood and ash filled the air, the only sound a deafening silence broken by the occasional crumble of fallen debris.

Finding no movement, he muttered under his breath, "Is that all of them? Or is there more waiting to crawl out of the shadows?" Despite his exhaustion, his grip on Abyss Flower remained firm, ready to face whatever might still come.

"Yeah, I think it is," Musashi said as she emerged from the Stigmata Space, her eyes scanning the desolate battlefield. The countless corpses of Titans and demons lay scattered around, an eerie silence replacing the deafening chaos of battle.

"I see…" Masachika murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion. His grip on Abyss Flower slackened, and the spear slipped from his hands, embedding itself into the blood-soaked ground. His knees buckled, and he allowed himself to fall back, lying down amidst the ruins of his monumental effort.

"Aahhh… so tired right now…" he groaned, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, every muscle in his body screaming in protest from the extreme exertion.

Musashi knelt beside him, her expression softening. "You did well, Masachika. Really, good work out there."

"Yeah… thanks, Musashi," he replied, offering her a faint but genuine smile. His eyelids felt heavy, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself a moment of reprieve.

As Masachika lay on the ground, his attention was drawn to a sudden notification in his UI. A quest log appeared before his eyes, revealing its details: [Hell's Judgment]

[Objective: Survive or Annihilate the Endless Horde of Demon. ü]

[Bonus Objective: Survive without using Herrscher Powers. ü]

[Bonus Objective 2: Slay the Titan. ü]

[Rewards: Doom Slayer Title, Access to Hell]

[Bonus Reward : ???]

[Bonus Reward : ???]

[do you want to submit the Quest?]

Masachika stared at the screen in surprise, blinking a few times to process what he was seeing. "Wait... what? I didn't even know there was a quest like this," he muttered, his tone a mix of astonishment and irritation.

Musashi stepped closer, her spectral form casting a faint glow beside him. "You didn't notice it before?" she asked, tilting her head in genuine curiosity.

"No, I didn't," Masachika admitted, still staring at the UI. "How could I miss something this big?"

Musashi chuckled lightly, her expression amused. "I thought someone with your sharp instincts and keen mind would have caught onto it, but it seems even you have blind spots."

Masachika sighed, his exhaustion palpable. "Yeah, well, I guess being swarmed by Titans and demons kinda takes priority over checking notifications…"

Masachika sat up, stretching his exhausted limbs, and gave a deep sigh. After the long, grueling battle, he realized it was time to retreat and recover. "Well, let's get back now," he muttered to himself, his body begging for rest.

Musashi, clearly feeling the fatigue as well, yawned. "Yeah… after watching you fight, it's kind of making me sleepy too." With that, she vanished into the Stigmata Space, immediately finding her futon and falling asleep.

Masachika chuckled softly at her response before turning his attention back to the quest screen. He had seen what he needed, and now it was time to finish this. "Yes," he said, confirming his decision to submit the quest.

The system immediately sprang into action, acknowledging his submission.

[Quest has been submitted]

[Congratulation, you have acquired the Title Doom Slayer]

[Congratulation, you have acquired the Door that Access to Hell]

[Bonus Objective has been completed]

[Bonus Objective 2 has been completed]

[Calculating the Reward for Bonus Objective…]

[Calculating the Reward for Bonus Objective 2…]

Masachika, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into his bones, picked up Abyss Flower and stored it in his inventory. He gave a deep breath before turning his focus to the task at hand. "Belfast," he called out, his voice calm despite the turmoil of the battle.

Without a moment's delay, Belfast appeared beside him, her presence as graceful as ever. "Yes, Masachika-sama," she replied with a respectful bow.

Masachika gestured to the battlefield, now silent and still. "Can you bring us back? I want to take a bath to wash off all this, and after that, some rest."

"As you wish, Masachika-sama," Belfast answered, her voice steady and composed. She extended a hand, and in an instant, a portal began to form, shimmering with energy as it opened before them.

Masachika gave a nod of gratitude as he stepped toward the portal. "Let's go," he said, the anticipation of rest and recovery already beginning to soothe his weary mind.

As Masachika stepped through the portal, the UI System chimed with new notifications, its text flashing before him as he continued to move.

[Calculating for the Reward of Bonus Objective and Bonus Objective 2]

[two of the Bonus Objectives have been used to Unlock the Unawakened Heart Tool in the user.]

[Congratulations, Heart Tool Γουνγνίρ has been Awakened.]

As Masachika stepped out of the portal and into his room, he suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of information flooding his mind. The intensity of the influx momentarily disoriented him, but soon enough, his mind began to process it. He recognized it for what it was—the awakening of his Heart Tool, Γουνγνίρ.

In that instant, he understood everything about it: its name, its abilities, its potential. He could feel its power coursing through him, and a part of him wanted to dismiss it, to ignore the sheer magnitude of what it represented. The abilities contained within Γουνγνίρ were so overwhelmingly powerful that, in comparison, even something as legendary as True Longinus seemed almost insignificant.

But the real kicker was the fact that this was only its Base Form. The ultimate battle form of Γουνγνίρ, if it existed, was a concept too terrifying to fully comprehend. He didn't dare to think about it for too long, as the implications were vast and beyond his current understanding. One thing was clear: the Heart Tool's power was a game-changer, and if unleashed, it would grant him abilities far beyond the norm, with a raw force that could rival the greatest weapons of any realm.

Masachika decided that he would deal with the overwhelming power of Γουνγνίρ later. For now, he needed a long, uninterrupted bath to cleanse himself from the blood of the demons that still stained his body. He had fought relentlessly, and now it was time to unwind and refresh.

"Belfast, is the bath ready?" Masachika called out.

"Yes, Masachika-sama," Belfast replied, her voice calm and respectful. "The bath is prepared."

"I see. Thanks, Belfast."

"Anytime, Masachika-sama."

"Go ahead and rest now," Masachika added with a slight wave, grateful for her constant presence.

"As you wish, Masachika-sama," she said, bowing slightly before disappearing to take her rest.

Masachika then made his way to the bath, the weight of the battle lifting off his shoulders with each step. As he undressed and stepped into the warm water, the steam enveloped him, soothing his sore muscles and offering a brief respite from the chaos he'd endured. The warmth of the bath contrasted sharply with the brutal cold of the battlefield he'd just emerged from.

He took extra care as he washed the blood off his body, scrubbing thoroughly to remove every trace of the demons he had slain. But it was his fox ears and Ninetails that required the most attention. The blood had soaked deep into the fur, and as he gently washed them, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. Washing his own tails and ears felt odd, as if his connection to them was more profound than he had realized. Despite the familiarity of the action, the intimacy of it made him pause for a moment, appreciating the odd beauty of his fox-like features.

After a long, peaceful soak, Masachika leaned back, allowing himself to simply enjoy the moment of relaxation. His mind was still buzzing from the battle, but for now, the soothing water and the quiet were enough to calm his thoughts.

As he soaked in he then decide to look to his Status.

"Status."

[Status]

[Name : Masachika Kuze]

[Danger Level : Genesis]

[Gender : Male]

[Race : Herrscher]

[Age : 16]

[Title : Herrscher of Finality, Doom Slayer]

[Heart Tool : Γουνγνίρ]

[Ability : Honkai Energy Manipulation, Herrscher Core Bestowal, Honkai Beast Creation, Reactive Evolution, Ultraspeed Regeneration]

[Resistance : Spiritual Attack Resistance, Poison Nullification, Abnormal Ailment Nullification, Thermal Fluctiation Nullification, C̵͔͕̗̠̪͒̑͝h̷͉̤̘͔̟̐̉̔̈́ą̸͎̝̬̋̆͌͑ͅo̸͔͔̩̿̾̋̚͜ͅs̷̘͍͍̻̞͗͆̌̓ ̵̛̞͇͇͇͕̐̀͘R̴̢̛̤̪͉̯̀͘̕e̷̼̼̪̼̋͂̈́̌ͅs̸̨͎͎̤͇͗̇̓͝i̴̢͉͎͓̐̈́̽̔s̸̝̦̪͙̑̓̄͠t̷̡̘͍̓̎̿̋ͅä̸̢̢͍̖̯́̽̈́͝ń̸̢͉̬͔̩̿̈́͝c̷̫͓̤̩͕͒̌̐̇ę̵͇͍̗͂̈́́͜͝,]

Masachika glanced at his status screen, noting that not much had changed since the last time he checked. However, a few significant updates caught his attention—his Danger Level, Title, and Heart Tool.

The Danger Level, which had previously been labeled as Armageddon, had now shifted to Genesis, a name that carried an ominous weight. His Title had also been updated, with Doom Slayer now listed alongside Herrscher of Finality. Finally, there was the matter of his Heart Tool, Γουνγνίρ, the most dramatic change of all.

"It seems I've evolved too fast," Masachika muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of amazement and weariness. "In just three days, I've grown this powerful."

He exhaled deeply and dipped his head into the bathwater, allowing the warmth to soothe his overworked body and mind. The events of the past few days were overwhelming, but for now, the tranquil bath was all he needed.

After several minutes of soaking, Masachika finally stepped out of the bath. He dried himself off, paying extra attention to his fox ears and Ninetails, which were still present. Despite their unique nature, he chose not to make them disappear, feeling oddly comforted by their presence.

Without wasting any more time, Masachika headed straight to his bedroom. The soft embrace of his bed was a welcome relief, and he collapsed onto it with a contented sigh. Sleep came almost instantly, his body and mind finally succumbing to the exhaustion of the relentless battles he had endured.

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i don't know about Hell, the Demon and the Titan from Doom Series too much since i'm just using the Wiki, so if i got something wrong i'm sorry.

and as for those who are wondering what this word is Γουνγνίρ it is Gungnir.

i want to ask, is it too fast for Masachika to grow this fast? if so then comment it and i will try and slow it down.

and also about the Status, please tell me if i'm missing something. since it is night right now for me.

i guess that's pretty much about it, as always thank you for Reading my Fanfic.