Draco Jay slammed the 6-star adventurer into the mountain wall.
The impact cracked the rock like glass.
For a moment, the battlefield went silent.
Then—
the 6-star's head exploded under the pressure.
But even that wasn't enough.
The body twitched.
Then regenerated.
Slowly at first.
Then violently.
The last two Reincarnations of Sin stepped in at the same time, forming a coordinated strike pattern around Draco Jay.
One grabbed his arm.
The other struck his spine with a sealing technique.
For a moment—
Draco Jay was restrained.
"…I'm bored."
The words came out casually.
Almost disappointed.
He tilted his head slightly.
Then bit down.
A single munch.
The 6-star adventurer stopped regenerating entirely.
Not killed.
Consumed.
Like existence itself had been treated as food.
Silence.
Even the wind stopped moving for a second.
Draco Jay wiped his mouth slowly.
"…That's better."
His blade shifted.
It didn't transform into a weapon.
It fused.
Merging into his arm, becoming part of his body like a living extension of his will.
He paused.
Then smiled.
"…Jhonathan is still alive."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Glowing circular patterns began to appear in the air around him—spinning rings of perception.
People who had eaten stars could see them.
And Draco Jay saw everything.
Every signature.
Every soul pulse.
Every abnormal existence.
Somewhere far away—
a faint, unstable glow.
Familiar.
Undying.
Draco Jay exhaled.
Then his body changed slightly.
Not a transformation of size.
But of concept.
His presence shifted—like reality was learning how to obey him differently.
A voice echoed inside him.
Spiritual Manipulation.
Idle Transformation.
He rolled his shoulder once.
The ground beneath him cracked.
"…Found you."
A pause.
Then a grin.
"IT'S TIME TO HUNT!!!!!"