Above the devastated ruins, the biting, freezing storm seemed to freeze in place at this very moment.
The once-magnificent Ice Palace had been brutally split in two by a blood-colored ravine stretching thousands of meters long. At the end of that shocking chasm, Uchiha Tobirama stood tall in his dark gold robe, surrounded by swirling ice fragments.
Beneath his spotless black military boots lay a puddle of rotting flesh that had completely lost its human shape, twitching only with faint, unconscious nerve reflexes.
This was the founder of the Wandenreich, the progenitor of the Quincy, the supreme being who had once made the entire Soul Society tremble—Yhwach.
His originally majestic and rugged face, after enduring more than ten seconds of high-speed friction, had been stripped of all its flesh by the merciless ice. His stark white skull lay exposed to the air, his ruptured eyeballs reduced to a murky pool of blood, and both the bridge of his nose and lower jaw completely shattered.
At this point, let alone unleashing his so-called fate-altering power, even drawing a simple breath was impossible. His destroyed alveoli would only spew chunks of internal organs, clogging his ruined windpipe.
No trump cards remained. No future.
The greatest cheater from the original story—the one who had driven countless powerhouses to despair and regret—had been stripped of all his pride and divinity before this absolute Dominator who had descended upon both worlds. Reduced to nothing but a miserable, naked wreck.
**Step.**
The crisp sound of a military boot striking the ground cut through the deathly silence of the ruins.
Uchiha Tobirama slowly lifted his right foot, then, with an utterly merciless posture brimming with ultimate disdain, slammed his hard sole down onto Yhwach's now-grim white skull!
**Crack… Crack!**
The scalp-numbing sound of bones fracturing echoed clearly across the ruins.
**"Ugh… Urgh…"**
Feeling the crushing weight of death pressing down on his head, Yhwach's broken body convulsed violently. From his crushed throat came a miserable hiss, like air leaking from a bellows.
He didn't want to die! He was the Soul King's son, the creator god destined to erase the boundary between life and death and forge an eternal new world! How could he perish so humiliatingly, like a stray dog crushed under the foot of some unknown outsider?!
Desperately, he tried to muster the last traces of reishi in his body, attempting to activate *Auswählen* to forcibly absorb the life force of his distant Sternritter subordinates and extend his own existence.
But the pressure beneath Tobirama's foot suddenly intensified.
**Snap!!!**
A massive crack instantly split open across Yhwach's skull, nearly exposing the dura mater to the freezing wind.
"Still dreaming of prolonging your life by stealing the lives of your subordinates?"
Tobirama looked down at the dying pile of flesh beneath his boot. In his eyes, swirling with the light of dying stars, there was no human pity—only utter disgust for such a lowly creature.
"Taking back the power you once granted, along with the flesh, blood, and souls of your descendants, and calling it *Auswählen*."
Tobirama's voice was icy and biting. Each word struck like a blade, stabbing deep into what little consciousness Yhwach had left.
"In the end, you're nothing more than a disgusting parasite, feeding on the blood of your own kin and prolonging your life by devouring your descendants."
"With trash like you, do you even deserve to speak of *The Almighty*? Do you even deserve to call yourself a god?!"
There was no superfluous chatter, nor any cliché trope that would give the villain time for final words.
In this overwhelming, higher-dimensional beatdown, granting the opponent even one extra second of breath would be the ultimate insult to the title of Dominator.
"Take your arrogance and go straight to Hell."
The moment the words left his mouth, Tobirama's right leg muscles tensed explosively. The devastating power of his Perfect Sage Body—capable of crushing a star's core—surged down through his heel like a collapsing ancient mountain, slamming mercilessly onto Yhwach's fractured skull.
**Bang!!!!!!!**
A terrifyingly dull explosion reverberated, as if it would shake the entire ice field.
Under the horrified, rage-filled gaze of the highest-ranking Sternritter, Jugram Haschwalth, who was rushing over from behind…
Yhwach's head exploded like a ripe watermelon dropped from ten thousand meters and crushed by a heavy road roller.
Right there, on the spot—completely and utterly… **exploded**!
Red blood, white brain matter, mixed with fine bone fragments and black Quincy reishi, sprayed wildly across the surrounding ice, radiating outward from the center of Tobirama's foot.
No twists. No miracles.
The supreme ruler of the Wandenreich had met his most miserable, most absolute physical death under this flashy-free, pure physical violence.
Not even half a brain cell remained intact.
**Thump.**
The headless burly body stiffened after a brief neural spasm, then lay quietly at Tobirama's feet like a pile of worthless scrap metal.
Silence fell.
However, although Yhwach's physical body was dead, the vast Origin he had accumulated over millennia of dormancy and consuming countless souls did not dissipate.
**Hum, hum, hum—!!!**
Freed from its host's restraint, an extremely dense, pitch-black Quincy Origin erupted from the headless corpse!
The power was so immense it formed a black tornado tens of thousands of meters tall in mid-air. It was pure destructive force, transcending both Shinigami and Hollows, even carrying a faint trace of the Soul King's aura.
This black reishi storm roared wildly, seemingly trying to tear through space and flee back into the shadows, waiting for its revival in the next millennium.
"Trying to run?"
Uchiha Tobirama slowly withdrew the right foot that had crushed his enemy's head, letting the violent black whirlwind whip at his robe.
The six black tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly.
"Since your life has ended here, your legacy naturally belongs to me now."
"System, devour it all!"
Following the absolute command Tobirama issued in his mind—
[Ding! Detected extremely high concentration of 'Quincy Progenitor Origin.' Activating Dominator-level Devouring Engine…]
**Boom!!!**
An enormous abyssal gravity vortex erupted fiercely in front of Tobirama's chest!
The black Origin tornado that had been raging wildly and attempting to escape was instantly suppressed the moment it touched the vortex, letting out a sharp, despairing wail like prey before its natural predator.
Even the power of the Soul King's son had absolutely no room for resistance before the God-level System that transcended all heavens and worlds!
**Swish, swish—!!!**
The pitch-black Quincy Origin, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, transformed into thick streams of black light and poured docilely yet frantically into Tobirama's body!
Yhwach's power should have contained extremely domineering soul imprints and backlash toxins. Anyone who forcibly absorbed it would be assimilated and possessed by his will.
But!
Under the System's unreasonable "Side-Effect-Free Purification" mechanism, those remnants of Yhwach's will and soul fragments were completely crushed, filtered, and incinerated within a ten-thousandth of a second of entering Tobirama's body.
What remained was only the purest, most ultimate rules and energy!
**Crack, crack, crack…**
Tobirama closed his eyes, feeling the terrifying qualitative transformation surging like a stormy sea within him. His bones roared, and his bloodline boiled!
[Ding! Devouring complete!]
[Congratulations, Host! Perfect fusion with 'Quincy Progenitor Origin' achieved!]
[Host has obtained: Pure-blooded Quincy Physique! Ultimate mastery of Blut Vene and Blut Arterie! Ultimate mastery of Hirenkyaku! Absolute authority over reishi manipulation and plunder!]
[Host has obtained: Complete encyclopedia of all awakened and unawakened Schrift conceptual abilities of the Wandenreich (optimized by the System to be side-effect-free with unlimited release)!]
At this moment, Uchiha Tobirama's strength underwent another conceptual surge that transcended dimensions!
He had already mastered the deathly energy of the Shinigami, the wildness of the Hollows, and the chakra of the ninja world. Now, he had completely claimed the Quincy's supreme authority to manipulate all reishi as well!
Thus, the final trace Yhwach left in this world was completely erased.
No soul ascension, no lingering will—even the Origin that served as the carrier of his power had been devoured clean. This final boss had met his true, irreversible, and total end!
**"Hoo…"**
Tobirama slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. When he opened his eyes again, a faint deep blue light flashed in the depths of his pupils. With just a thought, he could instantly decompose all buildings within hundreds of kilometers into basic reishi particles.
"Though the taste was a bit rotten, the effect of this tonic is quite good."
He leisurely straightened his collar, calm and breezy, as if he had simply stepped on a slightly oversized cockroach.
However, in that deathly silence—
**Drip… Drip…**
Hundreds of meters away on the ice crystal ruins, the highest-ranking Sternritter, codenamed "B" (*The Balance*), Jugram Haschwalth, knelt on both knees.
His usually immaculate golden hair was now disheveled across his shoulders. The handsome, ice-sculpted face that had always maintained absolute reason and elegance was now twisted into a hideous, demonic expression from overwhelming grief, rage, and the collapse of his faith.
Blood dripped from his bitten lip onto the ice, drop by drop.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the Majesty he regarded as a god—the one who had bestowed power upon him—being trampled like mud and crushed alive.
He had witnessed that same Majesty's Origin being forcibly devoured by the monster, not even a remnant soul left behind.
"Your Majesty… Your Majesty!!!"
Haschwalth let out a shrill roar like a lone wolf howling blood.
He abruptly stood up from the ground and drew the intricately patterned Quincy cross-sword from his waist.
His eyes, once as clear as the sky, were now filled with a terrifying scarlet. It was the madness of reason completely burned away, a final desperate attempt to drag his enemy down with him.
"You unforgivable outsider! How dare you… How dare you defile the only true god in this world!!!"
The longsword in Haschwalth's hand pointed straight at Uchiha Tobirama. A strange, causal-law spiritual pressure—unlike any physical destructive force—erupted from his body.
"I will never forgive you! The glory of the Wandenreich will not end here!"
"Even if I sacrifice my soul, even if I sacrifice my life! I will make you taste the deepest, most irreversible ultimate despair in this world!!!"
Haschwalth tore open the white uniform on his chest with his left hand. An ancient hexagonal shield engraved with a balance pattern—the *Shield of Substitution*—appeared in his grip.
The Sternritter's final trump card! The man closest to Yhwach!
Driven by the tragedy of His Majesty's death, Haschwalth held nothing back and directly activated his supreme Schrift capable of altering the scales of fate!
**"Schrift 'B' The Balance!!!"**
**Hum!!!**
Accompanied by his roar, a massive illusory golden balance emitting blinding light materialized above the entire Ice Palace.
This was no physical attack. This was the most unreasonable causal-law weapon within the framework of this universe's laws!
"In this world, all fortune and misfortune must maintain absolute balance!"
Blood and tears streamed from Haschwalth's eyes. He raised his longsword and shield as an extremely terrifying black evil energy gathered on the *Shield of Substitution*.
"You cruelly obliterated His Majesty and took everything from the Wandenreich. To us, this is the deepest, most unbearable 'misfortune' in the world!"
"And you, the perpetrator of this massacre, stand here unscathed, having gained immense 'fortune'!"
Haschwalth's voice was like a curse from Hell. The huge golden balance began to tilt violently.
"This violates the balance of the world!"
"Now, I will use this shield to absorb all the 'misfortune' caused by His Majesty's fall!"
"And then—"
Haschwalth swung his longsword with ferocious force. The blade, wrapped in a causal karma power capable of decaying space itself, pointed directly at Uchiha Tobirama as he delivered his final, lethal verdict.
"Transfer this ultimate misfortune representing 'death' and 'complete annihilation' onto you—a hundredfold, a thousandfold!!!"
"Go to Hell!! Under the laws of balance, pay for this blood debt on behalf of His Majesty!!!"
**Rumble!!!**
A shocking scene unfolded.
The conceptual "misfortune" condensed from Yhwach's tragic death and the empire's destruction transformed into an invisible beam of causal law, blasting straight from the tip of Haschwalth's sword. It ignored all physical defenses.
Even the light itself dimmed, as if heaven and earth were making way for this curse.
The desperate counterattack of a causal-law weapon!
Once locked onto by this "misfortune," even a body as hard as superalloy or spiritual pressure as vast as the sea would suffer bizarre and miserable deaths under the mandatory execution of the concept—cardiac arrest, instantaneous cellular decay, or worse. It was a terrifying strike that directly inscribed the word "Death" into the outcome.
The final hope of the remnants for a comeback, carrying the madness of mutual destruction, hurtled straight toward Uchiha Tobirama's chest.
Facing this concept-level curse that would make any powerhouse's scalp tingle, Uchiha Tobirama—having just devoured everything—slowly turned to confront the descending "misfortune."
In his eyes, swirling with purple-gold brilliance, there was not the slightest trace of panic.
Instead, a wicked smile appeared, full of extreme mockery and playful amusement, as if watching a clown perform acrobatics.
"Want to play this game with me?"
Tobirama's voice echoed faintly in the cold air.
"You really know nothing about what it means to be a cheater."