Galactic Prison, Lowest Level, Infinite Seal Corridor.
There were no walls, no ceilings, no floors. Only endless energy chains, flowing with light golden divine script, crisscrossing like a spiderweb, forming a 'cage' constructed entirely from sealing power.
At this moment, this sealing space, which should have been utterly silent, echoed with Moro's frantic roar: "What kind of monster are you?"
Merus found it somewhat amusing. Moro, a monster himself, had the nerve to call others monsters. But putting himself in Moro's position, he could understand his frustration.
After waiting millions of years, finally expecting a 'fool' to walk right in, the two who showed up were a trainee Angel and a soul being who was his hard counter.
"I'm just an unremarkable Shinigami," Setsuna said, weaving through the dense gaps of Moro's attacks like an elegant dancer.
Moro's power was indeed at its lowest ebb. His strength and speed were barely superior to Setsuna's. However, his physical defense didn't seem to have weakened much with age. Setsuna tried attacking several times, but his strikes left only faint white marks on Moro's body, which healed in an instant.
'This defense is formidable. No wonder even Vegeta in Super Saiyan God mode couldn't damage him. Fortunately, his abilities lean towards physical telekinesis and energy absorption.' Setsuna knew Moro's telekinesis could even manipulate planets. He reflected inwardly: 'If he had soul attacks or mental contamination abilities, I'd probably have to consider retreating.'
"Damn it!" Moro's roar was filled with frustration and rage. "How can a being like you exist? No life energy at all, a pure soul creature… what are you?"
Millions of years ago, he had devoured countless planets and billions of lives. No matter how powerful the enemy, once he touched them, their life energy would be drained like water from a broken dam. But this 'corpse' before him was like a bottle full of air.
It looked like a solid object, but there was nothing inside. He had no way to absorb anything. To make matters worse, the strange armor the other wore could actually resist his telekinetic erosion. His telekinesis melted away upon contact with those golden flames like snow under the scorching sun.
After a full day and night, the other remained unscathed, while his own stamina continued to wane.
"Damn it! Corpses should just go and get reincarnated!"
Moro completely lost control. The sealing chains trembled violently, the light golden divine script flickering erratically.
The entire Galactic Prison began to shake. But what drove Moro mad was that even when he gathered all the power he could muster, his attacks remained ineffective against this man.
Most of his attacks were physical in nature... when the other wasn't actively materializing, his attacks couldn't even touch him. It was like trying to disperse smoke with a punch.
"Damn it!" Moro finally stopped his frantic assault, staring fixedly at Setsuna hovering nearby, his expression so calm it bordered on boredom. His teeth ground audibly. Then, suddenly, he laughed.
"Heh, I understand now." The goat-like face of Moro twisted into a sinister grin. "It's true I can't do anything to you, but you can't do anything to me either. Your weak attacks can't even break my skin. I don't actually need to worry about you. I can just walk right out of this broken prison, find a planet with life, drain its energy, recover some power, then find another, and another..."
"Hahahaha." Moro's laughter was like a screeching owl's cry. "What can you do? Can you stop me?"
Merus's heart raced: 'This is bad. He's seen through Setsuna-sama's weakness. If Moro abandons fighting and just tries to escape... with his remaining power, we can't stop him. Once he reaches a planet and absorbs life energy, it will be a catastrophe that could sweep the entire galaxy, possibly the whole universe!'
Merus was in turmoil. Using Angel power would violate the rules of neutrality, and the consequences were severe. He would not only lose his status as a trainee Angel, but he might even die!
But if he didn't use his Angel power, was he supposed to just watch Moro escape and devour countless lives?
Just as Merus was struggling internally, on the verge of making a decision, Setsuna suddenly spoke: "Who said I can't do anything to you? My attacks earlier were just testing your defensive strength. Now that the test is over, it's time to get serious."
Moro's pupils contracted slightly, but then he scoffed: "Bluffing! Your attacks can't hurt me!"
"Is that so?" Setsuna looked away from him and turned to Merus. "Officer Merus, I have a way to deal with him, but it might cause quite a stir in the Other World. Can you handle the consequences?"
Although Merus didn't understand what Setsuna intended to do, at this moment, he had no other options. He nodded firmly, his voice resolute: "If we can eliminate Moro, I will handle whatever consequences arise!"
"Very well." Setsuna nodded slightly and immediately opened the Yomotsu Hirasaka, leaping into the afterlife.
"What?" Moro's expression changed drastically.
As a demon who devoured life, he was highly sensitive to the presence of death. Beyond that door lay the legendary world of the dead.
In the afterlife, Setsuna raised his hands high: "Sekishiki Tenryo Ha!"
He had used this technique in the Saint Seiya World, gathering the souls of countless Saints to deal a heavy blow to Hades. This move was essentially a Sekishiki version of the Spirit Bomb, but more domineering.
The Spirit Bomb required the consent of those sharing their energy, but the Sekishiki Tenryo Ha forcibly requisitioned soul energy from the afterlife.
In an instant, the entire Other World shook and trembled. The wandering spirits and martial artists in the afterlife felt their bodies go weak, as if they had fought for three days and three nights.
Merus watched with trepidation, cold sweat soaking his back, 'Forcibly extracting soul energy from the afterlife… this is overturning the order of life and death! When he asked me earlier if I could handle the consequences, he meant this? I'm just a trainee Angel. I don't know if I can withstand this.'
The next moment, Setsuna returned from the afterlife.
Seeing the Soul Spirit Bomb Setsuna was holding aloft in his left hand, Moro had an ominous feeling: "Wait, we can still negotiate..."
But Setsuna had no intention of giving him the opportunity.
With his left hand maintaining the energy sphere, Setsuna reached behind his back with his right hand and pulled out a rice cooker.
He had briefly teleported back to Earth to retrieve it.
Merus: "???"
Moro: "???"
'What the hell was that?'
Setsuna hurled the Soul Spirit Bomb. Moro roared and tried to block it, but realized the force was targeting his soul.
"Damn it! What did you do to me?" Moro roared furiously as he saw his own body… his soul was being extracted!
"Evil Containment Wave!"
The unremarkable rice cooker seemed to transform into a black hole, relentlessly pulling at Moro's soul.
"No! What is this thing?"
Moro struggled desperately, but his soul, like a wisp of smoke, was drawn into the rice cooker. The lid snapped shut with a 'pop', sealing perfectly and automatically.
Setsuna quickly affixed a sealing tag, looking at the rice cooker with satisfaction, 'The Evil Containment Wave was indeed most fitting when used with a rice cooker.'