A white void.
A space untouched by time, by logic, by reality itself.
Asahi stood in the Dimensional Dream.
A place where suffering paused—where his existence still had meaning.
And in front of him—
The one person who never left him.
The only one who understood.
The only one who shared his pain.
FA.
Asahi: (in tears, voice breaking)
"FA…"
FA: (raising an eyebrow, sighing)
"Hey, it's not ti—"
He didn't get to finish.
Asahi ran forward—crashing into FA.
His arms locked around him.
His body trembled.
His breath—shaky.
And then—
The tears came.
Uncontrollable.
Endless.
Pure agony.
Asahi— a boy who had looped over 100 times.
A boy who had endured death, despair, and insanity.
A boy who should've broken.
And yet—
At this moment, he was just a child.
FA: (stiffens, looking down at him… then finally, he really looks at him.)
His expression softens.
FA: (in mind)
"…After all, he's just a 17-year-old kid."
FA: (sighs, small smile forming)
"…Idiot."
Slowly—hesitantly—
He lifts his arms.
And for the first time, he hugs Asahi back.
Asahi's grip tightens.
His entire body shakes.
His fingers dig into FA's back.
His shoulders tremble.
And he cries.
Because this time, he wasn't alone.
A cold silence.
A suffocating pressure filled the Dimensional Dream.
Asahi stood still.
His breath was steady—too steady.
His mind was clear—too clear.
His eyes—dead.
FA watched him carefully.
This wasn't the same Asahi from before.
The broken child that ran into his arms moments ago…
That Asahi was gone.
Replaced by something else.
Something far more dangerous.
Asahi: (low voice, flat tone)
"…How did you find me?"
FA: (watching carefully, almost hesitant)
"…I sensed something different."
FA took a step forward.
FA: (pauses, gaze sharp.)
"A different Asahi… The dimension began to act weird."
Asahi: (silent, waiting.)
FA: (voice lowering, expression darkening.)
"And then I saw it…"
A cold breeze passed between them.
FA's voice dropped.
A whisper in the void.
FA:
"You were trapped…
between reality and dreams."
Asahi's eyes flickered.
Something unrecognizable flashed through them.
Asahi: (coldly)
"Huh."
FA frowned.
FA: (narrowing his eyes.)
"I don't know what happened… but when I looped you in the future, something must have—"
Asahi: (flatly, cutting him off)
"It's because of him."
FA's gaze sharpened.
The Black Man.
The failed Asahi.
Asahi: (in mind, calculating fast)
"When FA looped me… the dimension glitched."
"I got spawned between reality and dreams."
His eyes flicked around.
Scanning the Dimensional Dream.
No cracks.
No damage.
Asahi: (coldly, almost amused.)
"…It's not damaged."
FA: (snapping, annoyed.)
"Of course, idiot! WAIT—what do you mean!?"
Asahi stepped forward.
His movements—controlled.
His presence—too composed.
FA noticed it.
Something was wrong.
This wasn't just determination.
This was something darker.
Asahi: (low voice, steady.)
"This is the time before the Black Man arrives."
FA's eyes flickered.
FA: (slowly.)
"…Huh?"
Asahi moved closer.
And then—
Asahi: (cold, sharp tone.)
"Take my memories."
A pause.
FA studied him.
His instincts screamed—
But he lifted his hand anyway.
His palm pressed against Asahi's forehead.
And then—
FA: (screaming.)
"ARARARARRARAR!!!"
Pain.
Suffering.
A flood of memories, knowledge, nightmares—
Everything that had driven Asahi to the brink—
Everything that had kept him alive—
Everything that had broken him apart—
All of it slammed into FA's mind.
His body shook.
His face twisted.
His breath hitched.
And then—
Silence.
FA lifted his head.
His entire expression changed.
Cold. Ruthless. Calculating.
A reflection of Asahi himself.
Asahi: (smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes.)
"So."
FA: (low voice, dangerously calm.)
"How are we going to defeat him?"
A pause.
And then—
FA smirked.
FA: (voice smooth, almost amused.)
"There's always a way, idiot."
His eyes narrowed.
His grin—sharp as a blade.
FA: (coldly.)
"Have you noticed his eye?"
Asahi: (nodding, voice calm, too calm.)
"Yeah."
FA: (grinning now, a deadly glint in his eyes.)
"That's it."
FA took a step forward.
FA: (voice like ice.)
"His eye… it's his power."
"His life."
"Everything—even his memories—are inside him."
A long pause.
Asahi's smirk grew.
FA watched him closely.
The atmosphere shifted.
Something was wrong.
FA: (quietly, eyes sharp)
"We are the Ultimate Dimension."
"We are meant to save every timeline and dimension."
FA: (coldly, voice rising)
"So—"
"What is your choice, Asahi?"
Silence.
Then—
A slow, dark chuckle.
FA froze.
Asahi lifted his gaze—
His expression was unreadable.
A smile too sharp.
Eyes too empty.
A twisted, terrifying realization.
Asahi: (dead tone, voice filled with something inhuman.)
"I don't like sharing my blessings with others."
FA stiffened.
His fingers twitched.
His instincts screamed.
FA: (low voice, warning.)
"Asahi—"
Asahi: (dark smile widening.)
"This is my blessing."
"A purpose given to me."
His hands clenched.
His breathing steady.
His presence—suffocating.
Asahi: (low, venomous tone.)
"I will protect it."
"Even if it costs me my soul."
FA: (narrowing his eyes.)
"So… you're going to kill him?"
A long pause.
Then—
Asahi grinned.
A mad, unhinged, brutal smile.
A smile of a monster.
Asahi: (voice dripping with finality.)
"Yes."
The Dimensional Dream trembled.
The air—thick.
The silence—crushing.
Asahi stood still.
His breath slow.
His heart steady.
But his hands—aching to kill.
FA stood beside him.
Expression unreadable.
A flicker of something dark passed through his eyes.
But inside his mind—he whispered a single thought.
FA (in mind):
"He's changed…"
"But I have hope. After all—"
"He will do anything to achieve his dream."
FA: (softly, smirking.)
"No… to achieve his sleep."
A pause.
FA's eyes darkened.
FA (in mind):
"Because of his sleeplessness… he's breaking down."
"But… he's not making the same mistake I did."
His fingers twitched.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
FA (in mind):
"He's doing this… for a different reason."
"And that's why—"
"This time… we win."
Asahi: (coldly.)
"Any ideas to defeat him?"
FA tilted his head.
A playful smirk.
FA: (grinning.)
"Yes."
A pause.
Asahi raised an eyebrow.
FA chuckled.
FA: (casually.)
"Just believe in yourself."
Silence.
Asahi's expression darkened.
He stared.
A gaze so hollow, so dead, even FA flinched.
FA: (laughing nervously.)
"Alright, alright, I don't have any idea!"
He grinned.
But his eyes—sharp.
FA: (voice steady, cold.)
"We have to defeat him with pure strength."
A beat.
Then—
THUMP.
The entire dimension shook.
Asahi's heart pounded.
His fingers twitched.
FA turned.
His expression—serious.
The air shifted.
Reality itself—bent.
FA exhaled.
Then—he moved.
He lifted a hand.
And ripped open a hole in the dimension.
Asahi: (narrowing his eyes.)
"Why?"
FA didn't look at him.
FA: (calmly.)
"To prevent any more glitches."
A pause.
Then—
A hand emerged.
Slow.
Smooth.
Effortless.
A black glove, stretching out from the darkness.
Asahi's breath hitched.
His hands curled into fists.
He could feel it.
The urge.
The hunger to end this.
His body screamed for violence.
FA?
He just stood there.
Cold.
Unmoving.
Watching.
The hand pushed further.
Then—
A head emerged.
White hair.
A grin too wide.
Eyes burning.
Asahi's heart—raced.
FA didn't move.
The Black Man stepped through.
Landed on his feet.
And then—
He laughed.
The Black Man: (grinning, voice smooth.)
"YARE YARE…"
He lifted his gaze.
His red-marked eye locked onto them.
A smirk curled on his lips.
The Black Man: (chuckling.)
"I FOUND BOTH OF YOU!"
Asahi exhaled.
His heartbeat—slow.
His body—calm.
His mind?
A storm.
His fingers curled.
His nails dug into his palms.
Asahi: (low voice, dark, unshaken.)
"FA…"
FA tilted his head.
Asahi: (grinning slightly, voice dripping with venom.)
"Let's kill him."
FA smirked.
FA: (coldly.)
"Yeah."
And then—
They charged.
The battlefield was chaos.
Breathing was war.
Every second—deadly.
Asahi: (roaring, voice filled with killing intent)
"ARARARARARARARA!!!"
FA moved—expressionless.
No hesitation. No fear.
Just pure instinct.
The Black Man smirked.
The Black Man: (casually, tilting his head)
"Huh…? You're faster this time."
Asahi's fist flew—
A direct punch.
The Black Man caught it.
Effortless.
The Black Man: (grinning, tightening his grip)
"How did you know I was coming?"
Asahi: (gritting his teeth, twisting his body)
"Arararararar!!"
A kick.
Fast—deadly.
The Black Man snatched his leg.
He threw Asahi across the battlefield.
FA—
Already moving.
A sharp uppercut—STRIKE!
The Black Man staggered back.
Asahi: (breathing heavily, eyes bloodshot)
"Ahhh… Kill him… I need to kill him…!"
Asahi gasped—
His eyes flew open.
The Black Man narrowed his eyes.
The Black Man: (annoyed, muttering to himself)
"He looped again…? Tch. Troublesome."
Before he could react—FA.
A flying kick.
The Black Man caught it.
He swung FA aside like a ragdoll.
But before he could move again—
Asahi—
Already rushing him.
A sharp uppercut!
A direct hit!
The Black Man collapsed.
Asahi: (breathing heavily, his body trembling)
"He's weak… But still he fights."
A slow smile crept onto his face.
Asahi: (mocking, spreading his arms open)
"Come…"
The Black Man lifted his head.
His burning red eye locked onto Asahi.
Asahi: (grinning wildly)
"Come and claim my blessings."
A final charge—FIST SWUNG!
But—
The Black Man moved faster.
His hand latched onto Asahi's throat.
Tight. Unrelenting. Crushing.
Asahi's body twitched.
His lungs—screaming.
His vision—blurring.
The Black Man: (smirking, tightening his grip)
"You've changed, huh?"
His voice dripped with amusement.
The Black Man: (grinning wider, chuckling)
"Looks like I bullied you too much in the past… HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His laugh—mocking.
A sound that made Asahi's blood boil.
But then—FA moved.
A blur.
From behind—he leaped.
His hands latched onto The Black Man's head.
His fingers covered those cursed eyes.
Asahi fell.
Coughing. Gasping.
The Black Man: (snarling, struggling)
"RARARARARARARARAR!!! FUCK!!"
FA's grip tightened.
His fingers dug into the black jelly-like substance.
Tearing.
Ripping.
FA: (gritting his teeth, voice strained)
"COME ON, ASAHI!!!"
Asahi's breath—shaky.
His limbs—numb.
His mind—clouded with exhaustion.
But still—he stood.
Asahi: (shouting, adrenaline surging)
"ARARARARARARARAR!!!"
He rushed forward.
He jumped.
The Black Man snarled.
His fingers dug into FA's skull—
CRUSHING.
FA: (screaming in agony, but holding on)
"ARRRRRRRRR!!!"
But—he didn't let go.
Even as pain ripped through his mind—
Even as The Black Man crushed his skull—
FA held on.
Because he believed.
Because he knew.
Asahi was coming.
Asahi's fingers—
They dug into The Black Man's head.
The black substance—squirmed.
Asahi: (roaring, his voice raw, his hands shaking but relentless)
"ARARARARARARARAR!!!"
His nails ripped through.
He dug deeper.
He was going to tear it off.
He was going to end this.
No matter what.
Darkness twisted around them. The void of the Dimensional Dream trembled, shaken by the clash of souls—three versions of Asahi, locked in a battle that should never exist.
Asahi's breath was ragged. His muscles screamed. His hands trembled, coated in the black, dried remains of the substance he had just ripped from the Black Man's face.
The monster before him staggered—his body twitching, spasming, like a glitch in reality.
But then—
The Black Man laughed.
A deep, broken, inhuman laugh.
The Black Man:
"Ahh… So you finally saw my fucking face."
His voice slithered through the air, venomous and mocking. His lips curled into a grin—one that held no fear.
FA's eyes sharpened. His body was battered, his breathing uneven, but he still stood tall.
FA:
"We did more than see it."
He wiped the blood from his mouth, then grinned.
FA:
"We ripped it apart."
The Black Man tilted his head, amused. Then, he pointed directly at Asahi.
The Black Man:
"Now I need your fucking blessings."
Silence.
Asahi stared at him. His fingers twitched. His breathing slowed.
And then—he smiled.
A twisted, wild, hollow smile.
His eyes—once filled with uncertainty—were now brimming with something else.
Something darker.
Something deadlier.
Asahi:
"COME AND TAKE IT!"
And then—he moved.
THE FINAL CLASH BEGINS
A blur. A flash. A collision of fists and fury.
Asahi launched forward. His body, despite its exhaustion, moved with one goal— to take back what was his.
The Black Man barely flinched. He caught Asahi's punch with ease.
A crack of energy rippled through the space between them.
The Black Man:
"Too slow."
He squeezed—hard.
Asahi gritted his teeth. Then—
FA STRUCK FROM THE SIDE.
A spinning kick—directly to the Black Man's temple.
Impact.
The Black Man's head snapped to the side, but his grin never faded.
He didn't budge.
FA's eyes widened.
FA:
"Shit—"
Too late.
The Black Man grabbed FA's leg—and hurled him across the battlefield.
FA crashed into the ground.
A crater formed beneath him. The force of the impact sent tremors through the Dimensional Dream.
Asahi's rage boiled over.
His nails dug into the Black Man's wrist.
His adrenaline surged.
His vision sharpened.
This was it.
He was done playing games.
Asahi (grinning, voice dripping with venom):
"Come and claim my blessings, then."
The Black Man's eyes flickered—just for a second.
Then—Asahi moved.
THE FINAL STRIKE
A blur.
A shockwave.
A warcry.
Asahi twisted his body mid-air—bringing his elbow crashing into the Black Man's jaw.
A brutal hit.
A satisfying crack.
But it wasn't enough.
The Black Man snarled. He barely flinched. He grabbed Asahi by the throat—lifting him off the ground.
Asahi gasped. His vision blurred. His lungs screamed for air.
The Black Man smirked.
The Black Man:
"You really think you can take my blessings?"
His grip tightened.
His nails dug into Asahi's skin.
Asahi couldn't breathe.
But before the Black Man could crush him—
A shadow loomed behind him.
FA.
His expression—cold, calculating.
FA:
"Wrong."
Then—he moved.
FA grabbes the Black man's head
But FA gets thrown away by the Black man
THE BLACK MAN LEAVES ASAHI
The battlefield stood still.
The weight of their battle—unbearable.
A man who had lost everything.
A boy who refused to lose anything.
A battle that defied time itself.
And then—
The breaking point.
FA was mid-air.
His body, flung like a ragdoll, spiraled toward the ground.
But before he could crash—
A blur.
A shadow moved faster than light.
Asahi.
His body—weak.
His breath—shaky.
His mind—collapsing.
Yet, in that instant—
He moved.
Like a force of nature.
Like a predator who had found its prey.
And he struck.
THE FINAL STRIKE
Asahi's fingers found their target.
The Black Man's face.
His hands—digging.
His grip—unbreakable.
The Black Man thrashed violently.
His body jerked—desperate to break free.
But FA—held him down.
FA (teeth clenched, voice strained):
"DON'T LET GO!"
Asahi—didn't.
The Black Man's voice twisted into a monstrous growl.
The Black Man (rage-filled, trembling):
"LET GO OF ME, YOU—"
Too late.
Asahi's fingers dug deeper.
His nails scraped against flesh.
Against power.
Against the very core of The Black Man's existence.
His eye.
Asahi: (breathing heavily, voice shaking with madness)
"I AM TAKING YOUR BLESSINGS!"
With a scream—
He ripped it out.
The Black Man howled.
A scream so raw. So agonizing. So inhuman.
Blood—splattered.
Power—leaked.
The red-and-black cursed spiral of his eye—pulsating in Asahi's palm.
Asahi fell.
The weight of the battle—crushing him.
The Black Man—collapsed.
His breath—ragged.
His hands—clutching his hollow socket.
His once unshakable form now—broken.
FA hit the ground.
His vision—spinning.
His hands—trembling.
And in the center of it all—
Asahi.
His fingers, still gripping the cursed eye.
His breath—uneven.
His lips—curled.
His smile—dark.
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING CHANGED
A battlefield of silence.
Blood dripping.
Bodies unmoving.
The Black Man—defeated.
FA—watching.
Asahi—standing.
His breathing was uneven.
His body was shaking.
Yet—he smiled.
THE MOMENT OF VICTORY
Asahi: "I WON!"
His voice—filled with something twisted.
Something not human.
FA's expression remained unreadable.
His eyes—calculating.
But The Black Man—was barely alive.
He clutched his hollow socket, struggling to breathe.
And then—
A whisper.
The Black Man (weak, trembling):
"Just… give me… that…"
Asahi's fingers tightened around the stolen eye.
It pulsed—warm. Beating—like a heart.
He raised an eyebrow.
Asahi (coldly):
"Huh?"
The Black Man:
"That's… the only thing… left…"
"The only thing where my… and Anari's… last memory remains…"
His voice was desperate.
A man with nothing left.
A man who had fought against fate, lost, and now begged for the last fragment of his past.
Asahi's eyes darkened.
Slowly—he lifted the eye higher.
Letting the light catch its cursed red spirals.
FA watched silently.
A moment of hesitation.
Then—
Asahi's lips curled.
Asahi (whispers, darkly):
"This… is mine."
THE UNEXPECTED TURN
Then—
It moved.
The eye twitched in his palm.
The veins—wriggled.
The spirals—shifted.
It pulsed—alive.
Asahi (stunned):
"Huh?"
FA (eyes widening):
"What—?"
Before Asahi could react—
The eye shot forward.
Straight toward his own.
A searing pain ripped through his skull.
Asahi:
"AAAAARRRRRGHHHHH!"
The Black Eye merged into his left socket.
Forcing itself into place.
His nerves burned.
His mind—split apart.
A flood of memories.
A storm of voices.
A past not his own—invading his soul.
FA (stepping forward, shouting):
"ASAHI!"
But it was too late.
Asahi collapsed to his knees.
His breath—shattered.
His vision—unstable.
And in his left eye—
A red-black spiral began to spin.
And then—
Everything broke.