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One punch split the atmosphere in two.

Will had no idea what kind of person could achieve such a feat.

Even General Budo, revered for his immense strength, had never exhibited such overwhelming power that it left others utterly hopeless.

BOOM!

The Shikoutazer, now missing half of its body, collapsed to the ground.

The earth shook violently as the massive machine fell.

"Tch, the so-called Ultimate Imperial Arm... this is all it amounts to?"

Rei Ao stood atop the wreckage of the Shikoutazer, his gaze full of disdain.

He hadn't even used any special abilities—just a single punch.

Yet, the so-called Ultimate Imperial Arm couldn't withstand it.

One strike, and it was reduced to scrap metal.

The young Emperor, piloting the mech, was obliterated, leaving not even a trace.

Rei Ao silently agreed with Velzard and Velgrynd's earlier assessment: this world, aside from its women, lacked anything truly interesting.

"Hmm?"

Rei Ao's gaze shifted as he noticed something intriguing.

"Die!!!"

Despite the battlefield being gripped by shock at the devastating power Rei Ao had just displayed, one figure stood out—twisted and maniacal.

The deranged Seryu Ubiquitous snarled with unrelenting bloodlust as she charged toward Chelsea and the others.

Her bio-beast Imperial Arm, Hekatonkheires, transformed into a monstrous form, lunging straight at Sheele.

"In the name of justice, I sentence you evildoers to death!!!"

Seryu's voice rang out, fervent and filled with self-righteous conviction.

She truly believed herself to be the embodiment of justice.

For Rei Ao, this scene was almost amusing.

He remembered that both Sheele and Chelsea had died at Seryu's hands in another timeline—one devoured by her bio-beast, the other beheaded by her blade.

It was as though the "lines of fate" were forcing history to repeat itself.

"Sheele, look out!"

Mine's voice rang out in warning, her expression frantic.

Her Pumpkin Cannon was already primed, but the reaction time was too short.

"!!!"

Sheele barely managed to raise her Imperial Arm, Extase, to defend herself.

Meanwhile, Chelsea, weaponless and panicked, could only stare in terror as Seryu's blade came hurtling toward her.

Death seemed inevitable.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, a chilling current surged across the battlefield.

"Huh?"

Chelsea blinked, confused.

Seryu, who had been mere steps away from her, froze in place.

Her entire body was encased in crystalline ice, as was her monstrous bio-beast, Hekatonkheires.

CRACK! CRACK!

A split second later, cracks spread across the icy surfaces.

With a loud shatter, both Seryu and her bio-beast crumbled into countless frozen shards, scattering across the ground.

They were dead.

"..."

Everyone turned their gaze to Esdeath, assuming she had been the one to act.

However, the general stood motionless, showing no signs of involvement.

No, it was Rei Ao.

He had casually intervened.

With the battle still raging and a certain celebration waiting after the dust settled, he wasn't about to let his trade partners die.

Both Sheele and Chelsea seemed to understand who had saved them.

But Rei Ao offered no explanation.

Instead, he turned his attention to the Minister, who was still trapped within a circle of flames.

In a single gesture, the fire dissipated.

"D-d-don't come any closer!!!"

The Minister stumbled backward, his face pale with terror.

He was so frightened that he wet himself, urine pooling at his feet.

Rei Ao wrinkled his nose in disgust.

What an utterly pathetic sight.

A vortex of green wind swirled around the Minister, lifting his corpulent body into the air.

"No! No! Don't let go!!!"

The Minister screamed in terror, flailing his stubby legs.

Soldiers below looked up at the commotion, only to see their leader dangling helplessly in the sky.

"Trash belongs in the dump."

Rei Ao's voice was calm but merciless.

The wind holding the Minister aloft vanished.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"

The Minister's screams echoed as he plummeted toward the ground.

The wind roared past him, the earth rushing up to meet him at terrifying speed.

His heart pounded wildly, sheer terror consuming him.

THUD!!!

The sound of his impact was sickeningly loud.

The Minister's body crumpled upon hitting the ground, breaking apart like a grotesque doll.

Blood and gore splattered in all directions.

Around him, soldiers froze in place, staring in shock and disbelief.

The Minister—one of the Empire's highest-ranking figures—was dead.

Their morale shattered.

Rei Ao took to the sky, unfurling massive dragon wings that cast an imposing shadow over the city.

His cold gaze swept across the imperial capital as though surveying his domain.

In truth, that was exactly how he saw it.

He was ready to "play emperor" for a while.

[The Emperor and Minister are dead!]

[From now on, I am the new emperor of this empire!]

[Those who defy me will be executed without mercy!]

The declaration echoed across the capital, reaching every corner.

The air seemed to freeze.

Every soldier halted their battles, their weapons lowering as shock overwhelmed them.

The emperor and the minister—both gone.

Why continue fighting?

Fearful for their lives and stripped of their fighting spirit, many soldiers dropped their weapons, falling to their knees in surrender.

"Is... is it over?"

Leone crushed Bols' head with a single claw, emerging victorious in her battle. But the sudden death of the empire's leadership left her stunned.

"Surrender."

Akame pointed her blade at Wave, standing near his Imperial Arm, Grand Chariot.

"Surrender, huh..."

Wave gave a bitter smile beneath his helmet.

"That might not suit me."

With those words, he plunged his hand into his chest, piercing his heart.

Akame watched silently as his lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

Elsewhere, Najenda stood motionless, gazing into the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

A storm of emotions raged within her.

The oppressive darkness of the empire's rule had finally been brought to an end.

For others, like Mai and her companions, the relief was palpable.

The brutality of taking lives had weighed heavily on them, and the end of the battle brought an overwhelming sense of release.

Rei Ao descended from the sky, his wings folding as he landed gracefully.

Sui and Kurono joined him from their high vantage point on the tower, while the members of Night Raid and Mai's group gathered around him.

Surveying the group, Rei Ao noted that this was the first time some of them had experienced such bloodshed. The pale faces and uneasy expressions spoke volumes.

"I'll be purging the palace from top to bottom," he said. "You can all go and rest."

Mai nodded, her voice soft. "Thank you... we'll do that."

One by one, they filed away, their shoulders heavy with exhaustion and the weight of their actions.

Rei Ao then turned to Najenda and the remaining members of Night Raid.

A mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Now then," he said, "why don't we prepare a little surprise for the revolutionaries and their allies?"

…

Outside the Capital

In a dense forest, two figures lurked in the shadows.

"Bulat, did you hear that?"

Lubbock's tone was laced with unease. He had heard something strange—an ominous voice seemingly carried on the wind from the direction of the capital.

"Yeah."

Bulat's expression was grim.

Whatever was happening in the city, it wasn't normal.

"What should we do now?"

Lubbock's gaze shifted nervously toward the faint outline of the imperial city.

Bulat sighed heavily. "For now, we wait for the revolutionary army to arrive."

Neither had any better options.

…

The Revolutionary Army

The sheer size of their forces was staggering.

A million-strong army marched toward the capital, their movements shaking the earth.

But as they advanced, something felt... wrong.

There was no resistance.

No soldiers. No traps. No signs of defense.

"What's going on here?"

The revolutionary army's leader, a middle-aged man with a stern countenance, signaled his forces to halt outside the eerily silent city.

Moments later, two familiar figures were brought before him—Lubbock and Bulat.

"Explain yourselves," the leader demanded, his sharp eyes scanning the two Night Raid members.

Bulat spoke up first.

"The capital is... empty. We scouted ahead. There are no soldiers, no citizens—nothing. It's unnervingly quiet."

The leader frowned, exchanging glances with his high-ranking officers.

"What about the rest of Night Raid? Why are you two the only ones here?"

Lubbock hesitated, unsure of how to answer. Admitting that Night Raid had severed ties with the revolutionaries seemed... unwise.

Bulat stepped in.

"Najenda and the others stayed inside the capital. They're monitoring the situation closely."

It was a half-truth, but it sufficed.

The revolutionary leader nodded slowly, though skepticism lingered in his eyes.

"Very well. What exactly did you observe inside the capital?"

Bulat and Lubbock described what they had seen: the deserted streets, the eerie silence, and the absence of any signs of life.

"No soldiers at all?"

The gathered officers and allied tribal leaders exchanged uneasy glances.

This wasn't the response they had anticipated.

"What should we do?"

Confusion spread among the ranks.

After a moment of deliberation, the leader issued a command.

"We'll take a small contingent and scout the capital ourselves. The rest will remain here."

Leading a group of elite soldiers, the revolutionary leader cautiously entered the capital through its main gate.

The silence was oppressive.

Every step echoed against the empty streets.

As they reached the palace, their eyes widened in shock.

Corpses littered the ground, and the area was strewn with rubble.

Lubbock's voice trembled.

"There... there was a battle here."

Bulat nodded grimly.

But then, his attention shifted to the palace entrance, where a lone figure stood waiting.

"Najenda?! What are you doing here?"

Lubbock's shock was evident.

He turned to Bulat for answers, but the older man simply shook his head, just as confused.

After all, his earlier claim about Najenda and the others had been nothing more than an excuse.

Now, standing before them, Najenda's expression was unreadable.

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