What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?.

The Boundless Realm, on the other hand, is the final resting place for souls after death, awaiting their dissipation. Therefore, its existence is known to very few, and its current state...

Ash looked around and saw nothing but endless whiteness in this boundless expanse. He couldn't help but click his tongue and sigh, "What's going on here... It really is nothing, just pure white."

His thoughts had barely settled when he keenly sensed something unusual quietly appearing behind him.

Ash reacted swiftly, instantly swinging his sword backhand. The pure white light that had been cascading down like a waterfall was instantly split in two, as if a raging torrent had been cut in two.

At the same time, a strangely lewd voice drifted over: "—That's right! There really is nothing here!"

"What? You, a god, actually launched a sneak attack?"

"—You are the one! You're so cunning! You were clearly prepared but pretended to be harmless and completely unsuspecting~ How cunning!"

The god muttered complaints as he put his hands on his hips and twisted his body, looking just as lewd as Darius had described.

The features of this god were like a pale, flat surface, devoid of any distinct characteristics.

But to be precise, once you try to determine the specific appearance of their facial features, the relevant memory will immediately disappear from your mind, making it impossible to remember them at all.

It must have been some kind of cognitive distortion magic that made him look like a white phantom covered in mosaics, blurry and indistinguishable.

"However, I really didn't expect that you would come here on your own without going through the Five Dragon Generals' secret treasure. What exactly do you want? To kill me, the hero who protects the world?" The god shouted, causing Ash to frown deeply: "...What are you talking about?"

"There are many records in the documents, aren't there?" the god-human rambled on, stretching out his hands to receive the beam of light that inexplicably fell from the sky, and proclaiming with a face full of emotion: "—The great god-human! It was he who escorted the refugees from the four realms to the human world!!"

“I have never seen such a record,” Ash replied coldly.

"Oh dear? That's a real shame. These people are so ungrateful, they don't even recognize their own savior. It's absolutely outrageous!" The god exclaimed indignantly, waving his arms and legs to vent his dissatisfaction.

However, Ash simply watched coldly, unmoved, without showing the slightest emotional fluctuation.

It was precisely this behavior that directly led to the displeasure of both the gods and the mortals: "What is this! Don't you have any gratitude towards the savior? You actually came in with murderous intent, trying to kill me?!"

"What are you grateful for? I'm not a resident of this world, why should I be grateful to you?" As he spoke, Ash raised his other hand slightly and then drew the holy sword from the side.

At the same moment, he unleashed a destiny enhancement magic that he could control, a magic similar to an enhanced version of the divine blessing that the evil god D bestowed upon Yamada.

Based on the system's analysis and understanding over this period, this magic should be able to enhance his luck for a short time... Of course, if the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, its effect will be very limited.

"Wow! The power of fate has suddenly become stronger. You also know this kind of strange magic."

"That's right, and this... these must be your last words!"

Ash didn't intend to say anything more to him, nor did he want this guy to interfere with his battle plans.

However, this sentence became the signal to start the war.

Whether he was once a savior or not, now that he has blocked my path and even wants to kill me, then... under such circumstances, there is naturally no need to talk about morality anymore, because—there is no morality to speak of to begin with.

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The holy sword, which had already completed its energy charging moment ago, was instantly enveloped in a layer of deep, dark light, and with Ash's words, it slashed out.

In an instant, a strange sound, as if the world were being sliced ​​by a sharp blade, suddenly rang out. The sound was sharp and loud, and instantly filled the empty and void world.

The pitch-black light shone across the boundless sky, and the gaping hole made one wonder if the world was out of place.

However, the white-clad figure fled at a speed far exceeding expectations.

Almost the instant Ash launched his attack, he used spatial teleportation and vanished from his spot, leaving only a faint spatial ripple.

"Whoa—Danger!!" The god-man cried out in feigned terror, and at the same time, a spear of light radiating dazzling brilliance suddenly appeared in his hand without warning.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear of light shot out like an arrow, hurtling towards Ash's back in an instant.

"You really like attacking from behind!" As if he had been expecting it, Ash slightly shifted his body and nimbly dodged the sudden attack.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand, and several jet-black singularities of extremely high quality flew out of his hand, like a group of black ghosts, flying towards that pure white world, instantly staining its flawless white background with several conspicuous black marks.

The human god was exceptionally cunning; after his attack missed, his figure began to flicker unpredictably in the next moment.

The surrounding space seemed to have turned into soft and malleable clay, twisting and deforming at will, easily teleporting him to another safe location.

After successfully avoiding the supermassive singularity thrown by Ash, the god quickly countered, and ripples spread across the space around him. Then, countless white light arrows appeared out of thin air. These light arrows seemed to be invisible and intangible, but they contained extremely powerful magical fluctuations.

They rained down on Ash, distorting the space in their wake, their exact nature unknown.

But Ash showed no fear in the face of this fierce attack.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and unleashed a powerful force, causing the space in front of him to shatter instantly, like fragile glass.

Countless dark black lightning bolts roared out, like a group of black dragons, rushing accurately towards the light arrows that were about to hit them.

Then, Ash swung his longsword with all his might, and a series of jet-black slashes, imbued with powerful gravity, shot out.

These slashes, like black crescent moons, swept towards the direction of the gods and humans with an aura of annihilation.

However, the white figure of the god was like a flickering candle in the wind, elusive and always able to skillfully evade at the most dangerous moments, as if he had already seen through the trajectory and intention of all attacks.

A spear of light reappeared in the god's hand, tracing a bright and dazzling path through the air. Ash had anticipated this, and his figure moved through space at an extremely fast speed, like a black lightning bolt.

Even as the spear relentlessly pursued him with unerring accuracy, he simply and calmly raised his golden cloak with a backhand motion.

boom--!!!

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, filled the air.

Under the powerful impact, Ash was like a falling meteorite, hurtling towards the ground at an extremely fast speed.

The moment he landed, the earth seemed to sense that powerful force and trembled violently.

At the same time, a cloud of pure white dust was raised high, which looked quite strange.

"Wow, didn't you say I like to hide? Turns out you're the one hiding! And~ you don't look so good either! Hahaha!"

Having mocked the dead so much here, the words of gods and men always carry a strange sense of absurdity and ridicule. They even hover above the meteorite crater, hands on their hips, laughing triumphantly.

As the billowing smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Ash's figure appeared unharmed in the crater.

The golden cloak successfully shielded him from all frontal damage, making the impact negligible for him.

"He's called a true god, but in reality, he's only this good." Ash raised his head slightly, his gaze sharp as he fixed on the figure of the god-man, his tone carrying a hint of disdain. At the same time, he noticed the light gun that had reappeared beside him.

"Tsk! If it weren't for that damned Dragon God sealing me here... how could I possibly be only this strong...! But—it's enough to deal with you!!"

This was a simple sarcastic remark, yet resentment and unwillingness surfaced in the eyes of the god and man. Then, accompanied by a roar, countless points of light in the sky converged like a tide.

Under the control of the god, these points of light rapidly merged and condensed, and the countless light spears that gathered together resembled a forest of spears, like a flock of angry birds, circling and dancing in the air. After a moment, they rained down on Ash like a storm.

This time, Ash did not choose to avoid or back down.

He calmly sheathed the holy sword behind him, and without hesitation gripped the longsword imbued with extremely high repulsive force with both hands, assuming a fighting stance: "—Strip away the Sword Realm!"

The next moment, guns rained down and knives formed a dense forest.

A long sword wielded at an almost impossible speed, weaving a dense defensive net.

Blade flashes and gunshots clashed fiercely in mid-air, each collision unleashing a blinding light and dispelling extremely powerful magical explosions. The pure white space was once again made dazzlingly bright, as if each impact was challenging the limits of this void.

Ash's figure moved nimbly through the rain of gunfire, his longsword swung like the wind, each swing seemingly tearing through space.

The space around him was cleaved by the power of the longsword, leaving behind dark cracks that spread out like a black spider web.

"You think you can resist me like this? The power of a god is beyond the imagination of mortals like you!" The god's voice was filled with madness and arrogance. He was like a master who controlled all things, manipulating the light guns flying all over the sky, as if conducting a grand and spectacular symphony.

Each light gun, under his precise control, flew swiftly towards Ash's vital points like a sharp arrow, its accuracy and coordination astonishing.

However, Ash's face remained expressionless, and his figure shot into the sky like a black lightning bolt.

Amidst the raging storm of attacks, he dodged left and right, skillfully advancing towards the god, and occasionally slashing and smashing the flying spears with his sword.

His reaction speed and combat skills are astonishing. He doesn't simply rely on anticipation to deal with attacks, but rather, at the critical moment, he uses his keen intuition and superb combat skills to dodge, block, and neutralize attacks.

At the same time, he could skillfully use the unimaginable repulsive force attached to the longsword to deflect the powerful impacts generated by the attack explosions, and in this fierce battle, he continued to approach the god.

"Let's see how you withstand this attack!" As Ash gradually approached, a hint of panic seemed to rise on the face of the god.

After all, he only had two battles in his life: one was a sneak attack, and the other was a direct battle where he was sealed away.

Therefore, he shouted loudly, and the light spears suddenly merged together, forming an enormous spear of light.

This giant light gun is completely different from ordinary light guns; its light is more dazzling and its power is much stronger.

Even Ash's precognitive abilities, which allowed him to foresee the future using time magic, were rendered useless when faced with this light gun. He could only see countless overlapping and blurry images and was unable to accurately predict its attack trajectory.

Left with no other choice, Ash made a decisive move, abandoning any thought of dodging. He swiftly drew the holy sword from behind him, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and poured all his magical power into it without reservation.

Sensing its master's will and surging magic, the holy sword instantly became darker than ever before, easily swallowing the surrounding light, and charged towards the giant spear of light along with Ash's figure.

The two collided head-on in mid-air, producing a deafening roar that seemed capable of shattering the world.

Light and darkness intertwined and entangled in that instant, forming an enormous vortex of energy.

A powerful force, strong enough to tear through his defenses, surged through his arm, as if it would rip his fingers and the base of his thumb apart.

However, just as he exerted all his strength and cleaved the giant light spear in two from the front...

—Pfft! A soft yet deadly sound rang out quietly.

Two ordinary light guns appeared out of nowhere, silently piercing him from behind like ghosts.

Just at this critical moment, although Ash did not notice anything unusual, he suddenly had the idea to look down slightly.

It was this unintentional turn of his head that caused the light gun, originally aimed at his head, to narrowly miss his jaw, but the light gun that was swiftly thrusting towards his chest accurately struck his heart.

How strange, this shouldn't be! My magic defense and body have been breached just like that—Ash's slightly drooping eyes couldn't hide his shock.

He even noticed that the light emanating from the gun was growing stronger, clearly indicating that it was about to trigger an even more violent explosion.

At that very moment, a voice, almost telepathic but transmitted instantly, suddenly echoed in his mind, a voice clearly carrying a hint of schadenfreude:

"Ouch! My move came without any warning. Even gods and humans were severely injured by it before. I never expected you to be so lucky as to dodge part of it. Is this what they call using sheer luck? I don't know what kind of creature you are, but even if you're an immortal demon king or a god, being hit by my Spear of Judgment will undoubtedly be a serious injury!! Now you can just obediently wait to die—what?!"

The gloating voices abruptly stopped, filled with surprise and confusion.

To the horror of the gods and men, the figure before them, whose heart had been pierced, had vanished abruptly.

When he instinctively tried to use spatial teleportation again, he inexplicably found that the spatial teleportation that was originally easy for him had become inexplicably difficult, as if an invisible force was binding him.

This caused him to be momentarily stunned, when suddenly a soul-rending pain shot through his right wrist and waist.

Unable to detect the slightest spatial fluctuation, the sudden attack left Shen utterly astonished, his jaw dropping as he looked down in disbelief.

The holy sword of the person who had disappeared before him was now slicing diagonally across his waist, the sharp blade even severing his hand that was holding the gun below.

"—My holy sword! It's not to be trifled with either!!"