Chapter 187: Fuck It... Destroy The World
[Tyron Alabaster
Age: 42 Years Old
Rank: Cosmic Union (Tier 21) (Battle Power +34) (Total Battle Output = Tier 55)1
Race: Dark Human (Bloodline: Dark Human (Primordial)
Affinity: Darkness, Sword, Illusions, Adaptation, Trickery
Divinity: 90,700
Star: Constellation Star of the Trickery Blade (Primordial)
Decree(s): Decree of the Trickster Blade (Celestial (3/3)), Decree of Broken Expectations (Stellar (1/3))
Kingship Authority: Trickery Blade
Emperorship Authority: Expanse of the Trickery Blades
Aura(s) - Sword (7/21), Trickery (14/21)
Battle Arts: Endless Steps of Trickery (Monarch)
Divine Cosmic Weapon: The Laughing Sword (Ranked 5,067/9,999) (Tier 7/7)1
Innate Powers:
Trickster’s Phantom Edge (Primordial) — His sword strikes create illusory copies and misdirecting feints that can turn real at the perfect moment.
Clever Thread Twist (Greater) — Subtly twists enemy intentions with trickster cunning, causing attacks or plans to backfire in unexpected ways.
Mirage Step (Primordial) — Blends sword movement with illusions for unpredictable, deceptive repositioning and dodges.
Deceptive Bind (Greater) — Plants misleading verbal or visual "contracts" that ensnare targets when they least expect it.
Hidden Info - Since parting ways with the Academy of Veils, Tyron has become a disciple of Loki, the Goddess of Trickery.
Over the past four years, he’s sharpened his pride and ambition, transforming into a skilled trickster with a bold goal—creating a Pantheon that will one day stand tall in Pantheos and rise above anything Lord Dream could ever hope to build.
Loki, the Goddess of Trickery... is currently sealed inside the Laughing Sword.
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"Truly..." Akasha muttered, the frown on his face deepening until it carved sharp lines across his luminous brown skin.
"What in the fuck."
Tyron’s status spoke volumes beyond what his words could convey.
While his star and powers had stayed the same, everything else about him had undergone a complete transformation.
And to top it off, he was the first person Akasha had ever encountered who possessed a Battle Art—aside from himself, of course.
Even with the powers of his eyes still active, the fact completely slipped his mind. In this moment, his mind had shifted to one thing only...
’You’re dying... today,’ he thought, as his purple-and-white gaze drifted over the ten thousand constructs surrounding Tyron.
Then settled on the man himself—still half-crazed, still on his feet, Laughing Sword gripped tight in one pale-knuckled hand.
A simple thought was all it took.
[Ineffable Affinity]
HUMMMMMM!!!!!!
Even though Akasha’s powers, divinity, and decrees were all restrained, there was still one thing he could undeniably rely on—his affinity.
Or rather, his single affinity, as it was the only one he possessed.
Yet it was no ordinary gift; it was something malleable, a force that could be molded and shaped entirely to suit his will.
In an instant, ten thousand fireballs of pure darkness bloomed across the sky above the courtyard. Each sphere carried a heavy, devouring essence that made the air itself feel thinner.
And there was no pause in action... They launched as one, screaming downward toward the constructs in a black rain of annihilation.
Inside the Laughing Sword, Loki’s voice exploded into Tyron’s mind.
"Tyron! Order... th...em to move! N..ow!"
Even with her words coming out broken, they were clear enough in intent for him to understand.
And in the next moment, Tyron’s will snapped outward.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
The constructs responded instantly, bodies blurring as they scattered in every direction, slipping out of the path of the incoming barrage with unnatural precision.
BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!
BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!
The dark fireballs ripped through the empty air and crashed into the stone courtyard, leaving behind deep, smoking craters where the constructs had been only a heartbeat ago.
But with their sudden disappearance, Tyron was left standing alone in the open—right in the path of the blast.
HUMMMMMM!!!
And just as the danger closed in, a sharp green light suddenly burst from the Laughing Sword.
The shimmering illusion of Loki took shape before him, tall and striking despite the projection’s limitations.
Her long black hair floated lazily, as though she stood submerged in water, while her sharp green eyes narrowed in unmistakable irritation.
"Arrogant Unus," she said, her tone icy and sharp enough to cut.
With a flick of her wrist, she gave a single, casual wave, as if brushing him off entirely.
WHOOOOOOSHHHHH!!!!!!
In that moment, the remaining dark fireballs dematerialized, snuffed out as if a wind far too strong had extinguished them mid-flight.
Without hesitation, she began speaking in the Language of Gods.
"Lock his position immediately... Leave room for no teleportation, displacement, or any spatial shifts!"
The words slipped from her lips like living script, each syllable subtly bending the space around Akasha.
"Shit..." Akasha muttered, feeling the locks settle around him as the atmosphere seemed to harden.
Loki’s voice rose once more, the divine language spilling from her tongue with even greater force.
"The Unus traits possessed by the one before us shall hold no sway over Tyron Alabaster or over me!"
The moment the words slipped from her lips, the suffocating tide of obsession, dread, and fading resolve that had been consuming Tyron dissolved instantly.
The relentless nightmares that had been engulfing Loki within the sword ceased abruptly, as though cleanly severed.
"Remove all restrictions placed up—"
At that moment, Akasha moved, already beginning to form his counter to the restraints Loki had just placed on him.
But as he started to speak, Loki’s eyes narrowed, recognizing that he could wield the Language of Gods. She quickly silenced him with one final restriction.
"These bindings shall endure and cannot be broken unless a being of equal or greater rank than my own appears and wills it so."
HUMMMM!!!!!!
In that moment, Loki’s experience got the better of Akasha, as he himself was only in the second stage of attaining the Language of Gods.
It wasn’t as though the knowledge came with handy tips or clever tricks for using it in battle.
And while such things might seem like common sense, it’s surprisingly easy to overlook even the simplest ideas, no matter how cautious or knowledgeable someone might be.
Sometimes, that very tendency can end up being more harmful than helpful.
As the words sealed themselves into reality.
Akasha’s purple-and-white eyes widened further.
"Fuck..." He muttered as he looked Loki directly into her eyes.
While Tyron, who could neither see nor perceive the illusory form of Loki, felt every haunting nightmare and every surge of forced obsession disappear from his mind in the same instant.
The clarity hit him like cold water.
He didn’t gloat or say a word to Akasha.
"Kill him," Tyron commanded, his voice rough but steady.
The constructs instantly obeyed, moving as one and rushing at Akasha with deadly intent.
Meanwhile, Tyron stepped into the skies and moved forward, Laughing Sword in hand, the green-and-black blade catching the light as he closed the gap.
He gains +6 from his bloodline, +3 from his combined auras, and +25 from the Laughing Sword itself.I know this might be different from what you’ve seen before, but this will be the correct format from now on. The reason is that Jovian’s sword has been dormant, while Tyron’s has not.