Chapter 65: Before Absolute Power, All Fancy Tricks Are Meaningless

Chapter 65: Before Absolute Power, All Fancy Tricks Are Meaningless

“Why are there Starbeasts appearing at the Coastal District’s Luminous Beach? What is the Deep-Sea District’s security team even doing!?”

Back at the hotel, Isabelle stared anxiously at Tendou—who had been left alone on the beach—her expression grim.

Caroline, standing beside her, was equally troubled.

Because according to the structural layout of Deep Blue Metropolis, the city wasn’t built like an ordinary flat city, but like a three-dimensional structure:

The Shore District was above the water.

The Coastal District existed within the seawater itself.

The Deep-Sea District lay on the ocean floor.

This layout made the Shore District and the Deep-Sea District the two most dangerous areas of the entire city.

Ironically, the Coastal District sandwiched between them was considered extremely safe.

But this so-called safe zone… Suddenly had more than a dozen Starbeasts appear at once.

No matter how one looked at it, something was off.

Thinking of this, Caroline felt a surge of unease.

She had a strong feeling that the appearance of these Starbeasts was absolutely not a coincidence.

. . .

On Luminous Beach, twelve ocean-type Starbeasts of various shapes burst from the water one after another, slowly advancing toward Tendou.

As soon as they got within a certain distance, a lobster-like Starbeast suddenly accelerated, snapping open the massive red pincer on its right arm—clearly intending to crush Tendou in half.

Unfortunately for it, before the pincer could close, Tendou’s right hand blurred into an afterimage, snapping forward with a sharp swish and striking the creature’s bloated lobster head.

PAH!

With a crisp, explosive crack, the supposedly bulletproof armor of the lobster Starbeast shattered in Tendou’s hand like a fragile eggshell.

And its swollen head shattered with it.

Fragments of shell mixed with chunks of flesh sprayed into the air, purple blood raining down and staining the once softly glowing blue sands of the beach into an eerie violet.

“Boring.”

Glancing briefly at the Starbeast he had casually killed with one slap, Tendou didn’t even bother giving it a proper look.

He simply turned his gaze toward the next closest creature.

The next second, his figure blurred again.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!

“Boring.”

“Still boring.”

Amid rapid explosions, Tendou flashed between the ocean Starbeasts.

With the terrifying destructive power granted by Vector Control, these ocean-type Starbeasts—so overwhelmingly powerful in the eyes of ordinary people—were as weak as children before him.

Some had their chests punched straight through.

Some had their heads split open by a simple hand strike.

And one especially unfortunate giant-crab Starbeast had both claws snapped off by Tendou, who then used them like a pair of meteor hammers to brutally smash three more sea-type Starbeasts into pulp.

“Utterly boring.”

When the final Starbeast collapsed with a thunderous crash, all the creatures that had come ashore were now reduced to cold corpses, strewn motionless across the glowing beach.

Standing atop the last corpse, Tendou stared directly at a point on the ocean’s surface, as though something unseen were lurking there.

“Hey, sending just a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab lackeys… What’s the point? Don’t tell me you actually think this pile of trash can hold me back?”

Realizing Tendou had already seen through the Mechanical Shrine’s optical camouflage, Claude and the others hiding on the sea surface finally dropped their disguise.

As a distorted, shimmering light rippled across the sea outside the Glowing Beach, four figures standing atop metallic coffins slowly emerged as the optical camouflage faded.

Yong Amsan, Claude Jernkuplen, Lina Cho, and Don Visel.

The four stood atop Claude’s Mechanical Shrine, staring solemnly at Tendou on the glowing sands.

They had indeed expected that a pack of weak ocean-type Starbeasts wouldn’t trouble Tendou much.

But they hadn’t expected him to wipe them out so easily—not even slowed down, not even warmed up.

Their carefully prepared war of attrition now looked laughably childish.

This monster’s strength… might far exceed what they had anticipated.

Seeing Tendou’s expression of utter disdain, Yong Amsan’s face hardened.

“Visel. It’s up to you.”

“Mm.”

Visel, wearing his beaked plague mask, drew out a scalpel—and without hesitation, stabbed it directly into the center of his own palm.

In the next second, the corpses of the Starbeasts scattered across the beach began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye, ballooning into irregular flesh-masses.

Countless disgusting blisters erupted across their surfaces.

BOOM BOOM BOOM—!

A relentless chain of corpse explosions turned the entire beach into a living purgatory.

The shockwaves were so violent they temporarily depressed the surface of the nearby sea.

But despite the violent carnage, Yong Amsan and the others showed almost no joy.

Because they could feel it.

Even after enduring such a terrifying cascade of explosions, that man’s star energy signature hadn’t weakened at all.

Sure enough, as mangled remains and purple blood rained down like a macabre storm, Tendou’s figure reappeared before their eyes.

He stood exactly where he had been, his entire body coated in a thin layer of fine, glowing beach sand.

With Vector Control, he had shaped these grains into a temporary suit of armor—shielding himself effortlessly from the corpse explosions.

“I thought you went through all the trouble of gathering so many Starbeasts because you planned to try something special,” Tendou said, brushing off the sand armor as it slowly fell away like stardust.

“Didn’t expect it to just be some old corpse-explosion trick.”

The falling grains, glowing faintly, created an illusion like a descending galaxy.

“So? Got anything else to show me?”

“If not… then I guess I’ll be sending you all off.”

“I’m short on time, you see. I don’t have the luxury to play with you for too long.”

Hearing this, Yong Amsan fell silent for a moment before speaking:

“Masamune Tendou, Star Origin: Vector Control. Trait Type. Its effect: the ability to control vectors of objects within a certain range.”

“As this Star Origin develops further, the range of controllable objects increases, and the scale of controllable matter becomes smaller—eventually to the point where even the smallest star energy particles can be controlled.”

“Oh? You really went all-out investigating me,” Tendou said with a smile.

“Impressive. You even found out about my Star Origin already.”

“But since you know its effect, you should also know that just standing there like that… won’t keep you safe.”

As he spoke, Tendou slowly raised his right hand.

In the next second, a black energy sphere began forming at Tendou’s fingertip.

The silver strands of hair on his forehead fluttered wildly, stirred by the airflow generated as Dark Grey condensed.

Stellar Technique—Dark Grey!

The deathly black sphere tore through the air, tracing a terrifying arc of darkness across the sky before shooting precisely toward the four standing on the Iron Coffin.

“Scatter!”

Yong Amsan shouted.

Instantly, four medium-sized volcano-like flesh bulges erupted from his back.

Using them like thrusters, he blasted out a torrent of lava, propelling himself away in the nick of time to dodge Tendou’s lethal strike.

At the same moment, the other three each used their own techniques:

Lina plucked her bone harp, and countless illusory notes materialized into solid constructs, lifting her body and carrying her to safety.

Visel let out a roar—his legs rapidly swelled, transforming into a pair of thick, fur-covered wolf limbs, allowing him to leap seven or eight meters away from the Iron Coffin.

As for Claude, his mechanized robots unfolded two thrusters from their backs, shooting him away from the platform in a manner similar to Yong Amsan.

BOOM!

The moment all four left the Iron Coffin, the Dark Grey hit it dead-center—shattering it into pieces and triggering an explosion that sent a towering pillar of water ten meters high into the air.

Just as Yong Amsan, suspended mid-air, secretly rejoiced at escaping death by a hair—

A voice, cold and demonic, whispered above his head.

“Funny. I spared you last time, and here you are, rushing right back to die. Looks like you’re really in a hurry to reincarnate.”

Yong Amsan looked up in terror.

Tendou was hanging upside-down above him—standing on thin air with his feet, defying gravity as if walking on solid ground.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that Tendou had inverted his own gravitational vector, allowing him to “stand” in midair like this.

But achieving that wasn’t easy at all.

It required not only an immense amount of star energy, but also incredible precision in vector manipulation. Controlling one’s own body with Vector Control was extremely dangerous—one mistake could kill you instantly.

Seeing Tendou so close triggered the same primal fear Yong Amsan felt back in that supermarket.

He panicked, raising his hand in desperation, trying to fire lava from his palm to force Tendou back.

But before he could activate his star energy, Tendou twisted gracefully and axe-kicked him in the shoulder from above.

A clear cracking sound rang out as Yong Amsan slammed into the glowing sand below with tremendous force.

BOOM!

Face-down in the crater, Yong Amsan spat blood—clearly heavily injured. But just as he tried to climb back up, a crushing, invisible force slammed down onto his back, pinning him into the sand.

Shifting his eyes sideways, he saw Tendou standing above him, smiling, one foot pressing firmly against his spine.

At Tendou’s fingertip—swirled the eerie, abyss-colored glow unique to Dark Grey.

Looking at the terror and despair on Yong Amsan’s face, Tendou chuckled softly.

“You people love messing with flashy little tricks.”

“Don’t you know? In the face of absolute strength, your petty circus-act theatrics are nothing but a clown show—pathetic and laughable.”

Without giving Yong Amsan’s terrified expression the slightest regard, Tendou fired a Dark Grey directly at his head.

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