The moment I crossed dimensions, the first thing I saw was a strangely shaped Black Reaper.

It was a special Mini Reaper I had never seen before, draped in what appeared to be some kind of clothing, with a faintly glowing halo above its head.

"At this level, it seems comparable to the First Sword, doesn’t it?"

It was evident just by looking at the shredded butterfly corpses below.

Those butterflies were at a level that even the ordinary Golden Reapers would struggle to deal with.

Seeing how many of them this Black Hooded Reaper had taken down, it was clear that their abilities were extraordinary.

"Hmm, since it looks like it’s wearing a hood, I guess I’ll just call it the 'Black Hooded Reaper.'"

I decided on a simple name for the Black Hooded Reaper and then glanced around.

This place, which I had arrived at after crossing dimensions, seemed incredibly close to the Color Universe.

Above me, the Color Universe shone even more brightly, giving it an even closer feeling.

Beneath it, the source of the Black Hooded Reaper’s injuries, the Foreign Butterfly, lay with its massive body sprawled across the ground.

As I quickly scanned my surroundings, the Black Hooded Reaper in front of me suddenly began emitting intense light.

Then, the small Black Hooded Reaper’s body started to shake violently as though it were about to explode.

"Stop! Stop it!"

I rushed towards the Black Hooded Reaper, startled.

Even after I appeared in front of it, it was still trying to self-destruct...

I stood in front of the Black Hooded Reaper and poked its head with my finger.

At that moment, a surge of golden firewood poured from my finger, enveloping the Black Hooded Reaper’s body.

The radiant golden flames, following my will, wrapped around the Reaper’s entire body, suppressing the explosion.

The firewood, which had been bubbling up as though it would burst at any moment, calmed down, and the cracked body, like broken porcelain, healed in an instant.

The Black Hooded Reaper, wrapped in golden flames, slowly opened its eyes.

Confusion and disbelief mixed in its gaze.

"Mom? Is it really you?"

The Black Hooded Reaper rubbed its eyes incessantly, as if seeing an illusion, and stared at me.

And as the confusion faded, certainty filled its eyes, and with a joyful expression, the Black Hooded Reaper charged toward me.

"Mom, it’s really you!"

It looked like a lost child who had finally found its mother.

I almost wanted to pat its head instinctively, but since it had worried me and even attempted self-destruction, I decided to scold it instead.

Just as the Black Hooded Reaper leaped towards me, I gently tapped its forehead.

"Ah!"

Startled, the Black Hooded Reaper rubbed its forehead and slowly backed away.

Soon, it collapsed to the ground, turning into a frog.

"Ugh!"

Even as a frog lying on the ground, the Black Hooded Reaper seemed to be enjoying itself, giggling.

I gave the frog-shaped Black Hooded Reaper’s belly a few pats before getting up and looking around.

"By the way, where exactly is this place...?"

It looked like a desolate space to the eyes, but to me, it was something a little different.

"Mom, come quickly!"

"Mom, did I do well?"

"I fought until the end!"

"I hope the pillar of light I created can be seen by Mom..."

Countless wills from the Mini Reapers were embedded in the air.

How many Mini Reapers had poured their will toward me for the space itself to be filled with their intent?

It was like a letter from the Mini Reapers to me, visible only to me.

As I listened to the letters left by the Mini Reapers, I lifted my head and faced the Foreign Butterfly.

"So, you’re the one who hurt our children."

I looked up at the butterfly and smiled fiercely.

This butterfly was a Foreign Butterfly, but it had been so badly wounded that it had lost its status.

The large claw marks carved into its body were likely from the Black Giant.

Additionally, it seemed that its halo had been forcibly worn, preventing the wounds from healing and causing them to worsen.

"To think you kidnapped our child with such little power, you really do have some nerve."

I resolved to tear the Foreign Butterfly apart.

[■ ■ ■!]

For the Foreign Butterfly, who had no concept of time, the feeling of "waiting" was something that could never be understood.

However, the Foreign Butterfly had now come to grasp that meaning.

Due to the fatal wounds received from the Black Foreigner, it had lost its rank and had been trapped by time once.

And through endless battles with its minions, it had naturally learned "waiting" twice.

Expectation and anxiety.

These two feelings were new experiences for the Foreign Butterfly.

The expectation of eliminating the bothersome lower beings and escaping to a realm where the Black Giant’s influence didn’t reach.

The expectation that it could make the Black Giant's "eyes" its own.

And now, the anxiety that the Black Giant might appear at any moment.

These emotions now dominated the Foreign Butterfly's consciousness.

And then, at the final moment.

After eliminating all the Black Giant’s minions, when it would finally leave the Black Giant’s domain...

A minion wielding golden firewood appeared and interfered as an annoying obstacle.

But that was not enough to stop the Foreign Butterfly’s path.

The Foreign Butterfly easily suppressed that presence and attempted to continue its advance.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Something resembling the Black Giant suddenly appeared.

[■ ■ ■ ■ ■]

It didn’t look like the Black Giant, but it felt like it.

[■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■]

This being, resembling the Black Giant, began slicing through space, cutting the Foreign Butterfly into pieces.

Not all at once, but slowly, piece by piece.

In the storm of space being torn apart, the Foreign Butterfly experienced "injustice" for the first time.

Why, after such a long time, did this being appear now?

This question strongly shook the Foreign Butterfly’s consciousness.

As the moment of destruction approached, the Foreign Butterfly made its final choice.

It gave up the "eyes" it had cherished so dearly.

The eyes it had stolen from the Black Giant.

The very reason for all this waiting.

It abandoned them.

When the glowing white light fell to the ground, it transformed into a flash and disappeared.

The "eyes" ultimately returned to the land ruled by the Black Giant.

At the same time, the Foreign Butterfly, which had maintained its butterfly form, began to disintegrate.

The essential form of the Foreign Butterfly was something that could not be captured by sight.

The butterfly was a being that transcended the physical laws of this world.

As the butterfly’s form collapsed, it re-recognized this.

And the Foreign Butterfly began to devour the world hungrily.

This event seemed like it would soon be over.

The Foreign Butterfly was in such bad shape that it was falling apart, and the conditions for its destruction were now clearly visible.

<Damage beyond maintaining rank.>

I completed the conditions for the destruction of the Foreign Butterfly, while also taking revenge for the Black Hooded Reaper.

I was slicing the Foreign Butterfly apart with spatial cuts.

I cut off its remaining leg to ensure it couldn’t even stand.

I chopped off the wings, leaving only the roots behind.

Finally, I was chopping the chubby butterfly body into pieces.

Just as I thought, "The butterfly is about to be destroyed...", a halo fell from above the Foreign Butterfly’s head.

Then that halo transformed into a flash and vanished somewhere.

'!!!'

At that moment, the Foreign Butterfly’s form began to dissolve into the air, and the space itself began to change.

It was as though the entire space had been altered, reflecting light, and sharp cracks like broken glass were carved into the space.

Those broken pieces formed the shape of butterflies.

Like a mirror reflecting a clear image, the crystal butterflies.

Like a polished diamond, the butterflies reflected their mirrored images in various facets.

And there were so many crystal butterflies that they filled the entire space.

As the crystal butterflies reflected off each other, the mirrored images became distorted, as if in a mirrored room.

And when looking at those distorted forms, the shape reflected in the crystal began to erode reality.

'!!!'

The problem was that my vision was 360 degrees.

The distorted shapes started to fill every direction.

My limbs twisted and broke like mirrors, and golden firewood spilled out like blood from the wounds.

<■ ■ ■>

To make matters worse, the conditions for its destruction were now obscured.

"Mom!"

"We’re here!"

In the chaos of the space flipping upside down, I heard the Mini Reapers running toward me.

Even as the concept of time and space began to blur, the Foreign Butterfly remained confident in its victory.

The Foreign Butterfly was rapidly recovering its rank.

Moreover, the space the Foreign Butterfly had begun to erode was effectively neutralizing the enemies.

The Black Giant’s minions, similar to humans in their perception, and even the Black Giant himself, who had lost both rank and size, were now in decline.

The being that appeared suddenly was similar to the Black Giant but lacked the same rank.

It had only a threshold that was far below the Foreign Butterfly’s.

This was not a threat to the Foreign Butterfly.

In the distorted space, the minions wandering around were captured.

"Too dizzy!"

"Where’s Mom?"

In this chaotic situation, the Foreign Butterfly detected a specific pattern.

In stark contrast to the now significantly weakened Black Giant, the Black Giant’s minions had been bolstered.

It was assumed that the Black Giant had distributed his rank to his minions.

However, from the Foreign Butterfly’s perspective, this strategy made no sense.

Because a rank that couldn’t reach the Foreign Butterfly meant nothing.

At that moment, an unexpected event occurred.

A minion that had passed through the dimensional gap formed a translucent golden blade and began cutting through the crowded space.

The golden blade cut through the complex entanglement of space, disregarding its intricacies, and struck directly at the core of the Black Giant.

It was an act of rebellion, a coup.

This was seen as an unavoidable [Internal Collapse] caused by a minion that had been excessively empowered.

As the Foreign Butterfly regained its rank, the concept of victory and defeat began to blur in its consciousness.

However, in the final moments, within the last faint recognition, the intuitive certainty of victory grew stronger.

[!]

At the moment it was certain of its victory, the presence of the Foreign Butterfly exploded within its domain.

A drop.

The missing drop of rank that the fallen Black Giant had lacked was now filled.

The earth around the fallen Black Giant turned white as the world began to be consumed.