I'm gonna say a few things to anyone if you feel this way but I didn't add the comment about reading comprehension being shit targetted at you...
I didn't even talk about you i expressed frustration on a different subject pointed out the mistakes from first and fourth chapter as an example of things that have given me a headache explained them and somehow it was twisted into me asking to not be antagonized ?.
I've faced worse backlash in my Marvel fic and I didn't crashout at that time because it was deserved now ?
I didn't even say that shit ?
What you gave as feedback, not caring about the characters and Overall not liking the way it was done...
Its understandable I'm a shitty author hell i write better poem than my wack stories.
Its a suprise to me too, what I've written is being read at all by people.
I hoped it would be appreciated as a sudden Enemy so strong none could predict but i guess i failed.
Anyway the Executioner has been shelved permanently, feels like it wouldn't work out regardless of how i do it.
so I'm going a different route..
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Leo stood atop the sandstone altar, gazing down at the scorched ground beneath him.
The engravings—had long since been burned away from use.
Any remnants that survived? He had destroyed them himself.
Leo extended his hand, focusing even slightly on spreading his influence—and immediately, the air began to change.
He clenched his fist, and instantly, the air around it warped, turning heavy with ash and grain, just like on his world.
It wasn't just an illusion or a trick—he could feel it.
The space around his hand became unclear, like it was struggling to decide what it should be.
He took a step forward.
Hissss.
The ground beneath his foot sizzled, reacting violently where it met the normal soil of this world.
It wasn't that he was destroying the land.
It was that his presence—his very existence—was forcing it to become something else. Something familiar.
Leo's planet had a scorching surface, and as his influence spread, that same heat followed. The soil withered and cracked, not from fire, but from being overwritten into something entirely new.
The more he focused, the more the world shifted around him.
For the first time, he truly understood—
He wasn't just standing in this world.
A sharp hiss filled the air.
The ground beneath his foot sizzled, as if scalded by something it was never meant to touch.
It didn't just burn—it withered.
The soil cracked and blackened, but it wasn't dying in the normal sense.
It was being replaced.
Reality was being rewritten, its texture dissolving as his took its place.
It was as if his soul's logic was stretching outward, rewriting the land in real-time.
His connection to his planet was so strong that simply existing in another world wasn't enough—his presence forced the world to become like his own.
Leo let go.
The moment he did, his presence surged outward like an invisible wave, rewriting everything it touched.
To an outsider, it would look like decay—the land itself dying, cracking.
Then, just for an instant, something flickered behind him.
A silhouette. Feminine. Familiar.
Vivi.
She was there—not physically, but as if a shadow of her existence had been burned into the space just behind him.
A phantom observer..
The flicker passed, but the change did not stop.
The forest twisted.
Leo concentrated, ensuring it didn't collapse into nothingness but instead transformed.
The trees—once rooted in the logic of this world—shifted to match his own as he assimilated then to be part of the pseudo reality forming around him.
Their bark darkened and hardened into stone-like formations.
The leaves, once soft and green, became crystalline structures that gleamed like frozen shards of glass.
The air changed drastically.
Not only the fresh, earthly scent of the forest vanished, replaced by the familiar texture of ash and grain but the air became hot, unbearable for a normal human.
It was A perfect replica.
The creatures within the forest were not as lucky.
Birds fell from the sky the moment they touched the altered air, their bodies crystallizing and mutating into eerie, unmoving statues or mutilated mess of bones and flesh due to grain abundance.
The animals below—deer, wolves, insects—collapsed, unable to withstand the shift.
Yet, a handful survived.
Their forms were warped, their bodies reshaped in ways that no longer fully belonged to this world.
Their movements were strange, almost mechanical—like echoes of something familiar, yet fundamentally changed to meet the new logic.
Leo exhaled.
This wasn't exactly what he intended, but it had given him something far more valuable.
Here, in this space, all of his skills were amplified a hundredfold.
Here, he no longer needed the Administrators' permission for Neo Genesis.
Because as long as it was within his domain… Leo was the one who decided what was real.
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Aizen walked through the halls of the Continental Mage Association, his mind sorting through all the knowledge he had just acquired.
He had everything he wanted after finding out mlst of their knowledge about the three people they were here to target Aizen took the opportunity to learn about Magic.
With his enhanced mind reading all the books present was an easy task.
As he stepped toward the exit, something else occupied his thoughts.
Reiatsu and Mana.
Two separate energies.
Two different systems.
He had wondered how they would interact.
So, on a whim, he had offered Serie a taste of his power.
It was meant to be nothing more than a curiosity—a minor enhancement.
But what happened was far beyond his expectations.
Serie had become three times stronger just by awakening to Reiatsu.
Her presence, once refined and controlled, now had an edge to it—a depth that was distinctly different from any mage in this world.
Before he could step outside, her voice called out—
"Wait."
Aizen stopped, turning his head slightly.
Serie approached, her usual calm expression tinged with something new—fascination. She raised her hand, letting streaks of Reiatsu-infused Mana flow between her fingers, crackling like lightning.
"This gift of yours…" she murmured, her violet eyes glowing with newfound depth. "Fascinating. Even if we couldn't serve much for your greater cause, I must admit you have been the most generous, I —"
She clenched her hand into a fist, and the air trembled slightly around her.
"—I never expected to experience something beyond Mana itself."
Aizen chuckled, stepping past her.
"Consider it an experiment." He spared her a glance. "And a parting token. What you do with it is of no concern to me."
Serie tilted her head slightly, lips curving into an amused smirk. "You're quite the enigmatic man, Lord Aizen."
His smirk deepened. "Oh? And you're quite the eager student, Serie. Let's see if you can put that power to use before your time runs out."
Leaving her with that cryptic remark, Aizen stepped through the Association's grand entrance, bathed in the twilight glow of the world beyond.
The moment Aizen stepped through the front gate—he felt it.
Killing intent.
Silent. Unwavering.
Sharp as a blade pressed against his throat.
He didn't need to look. He already knew.
A girl stood before him.
Purple hair.
A sleek visor covering her eyes. A sword in hand, its blade gleaming under the light.
Her presence was unnerving.
Not because of what she showed—but because of what she didn't.
No emotions. No hesitation.
No presence like she was soulless.
Just a cold stillness.
Aizen's gaze sharpened.
The girl moved.
Not a step. Not a dash.
She disappeared.
In the fraction of a second before her attack could land—Aizen acted.
His voice rang out with absolute precision, like a decree of fate itself.
"Hadō no Hyaku: Shūen no Kairō."
(Way of Destruction No. 100: Corridor of Demise)
The ground ruptured.
From beneath them, thousands of green strands of Reiatsu burst forth—sharp, jagged, and alive.
They tore through the air, twisting and shattering the street, wrapping around the girl in an instant.
Buildings around them crumbled into dust, their structures decaying the moment the energy touched them.
The strands coiled tightly around the girl, spiraling clockwise—then counterclockwise.
And then—
The explosion.
Contained within a small radius, yet the sheer intensity of it sent a column of green fire into the sky, punching through the clouds like a spear.
The heat was so intense that the ground melted instantly, and the earth beneath them split open.
A perfectly cylindrical chasm—three meters wide, hundreds of kilometers deep.
At the very bottom, rivers of molten lava churned and bubbled, eager to devour whatever remained.
Aizen stood at the edge of the abyss, his expression unreadable.
He didn't move.
Because he already knew.
She wasn't dead.
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Leo felt an intruder in his domain.
He turned, eyes sharp, and met the gaze of a winged woman with flowing white hair and an elf-like, emotionless face.
She's strong, he deduced that immediately.
Not because she radiated killing intent or power, but because she ignored the rules of his world quite easily.
That was wrong.
Leo exhaled, rolling his shoulders, feeling the heat of his world crackle beneath his feet.
His instincts screamed danger, but he didn't let that stop him from speaking.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he pointed at her.
"You look incredibly friend-shaped.....Can we have a truce?"
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—a ball of mana flared to life in her palm, aimed straight for his head.
Leo sighed.
"Worth a try."
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