I smashed a wall that was eating people at the construction site. From then on, the world changed in my eyes.
The stone marrow demon that sprang out from the crack was instantly weighed by the awakened [Scale of Justice] in my body. The seventeen human lives it devoured turned into seventeen bloody marks. Then, its "lithic" origin became my strength to bend steel bars with my bare hands.
This is just the beginning.
The Demon in the Mirror allowed me to walk through reflections, the Nightmare Beast gave me the authority to weave nightmares, and the century-old blood shadow in the ancient house offered its "immortality" properties as money to buy my life.
Bureau 749 tremblingly updated the file for me: "Codenamed 'Natural Disaster'. Wherever it goes, physical rules fail and abnormal logic collapses."
Now, the S-class lair known as the "Unspeakable Thing" that swallows the entire city's dreams is rising from the ground.
The high-level meeting fell into despair, and someone sobbed softly: "That is the 'rule' itself that is beyond understanding... We are not even qualified to fight."
I stood up, and the phantom of the scale appeared in my hand, one end holding the stars, and the other end pressing down on the abyss.
They are right.
So, why should I fight?
I just need to walk in, sit on the twisted throne, face this lair that claims to be a god, and gently ask:
"Now, it's your turn - call yourself, are you worthy of being dismantled by me?"
