Chapter 657: The New Mystic Eyes, Mystic Eyes of Time and Rainbow
Pfft! Creeeak~
A vertical slit split open across the center of Kaito Shirogane's brow. He casually drove his fingers deep into the socket, cleanly ripping out the eye glowing with a faint blue-white luminescence.
This [God's Eye of Illusion] possessed the tactical utility to look through low-tier illusions and granted a baseline threshold of hyper-dynamic visual processing, but to the current Kaito Shirogane, its structural performance had fallen entirely short.
Although the [Life Equation] the Kryptonian had forced down his throat had systematically depressed his [Stairway of Eternal Return]—disqualifying his engine from establishing an internal self-circulation loop to trigger a full biological threshold ascent—
It had simultaneously gifted Kaito an absolute, Scarlet-quality characteristic known as [True Will]. This specific trait granted him an overriding, permanent immunity against any manner of illusion, mind-altering array, or psychological hijacking whose structural priority failed to surpass the metric of the Life Equation.
This characteristic was, in its material reality, monumentally terrifying, because the priority and system ranking anchoring the [Life Equation] itself sat at the absolute apex of the database.
To examine it through a concrete tactical example: if the Millennium Bug were to launch a head-on deployment of his Domain Expansion right now, his [Acoustic Slaughter of the Underworld] would be completely disqualified from utilizing specialized execution words like Lethargy or Slumber to force Kaito into a state of cognitive shutdown.
And the exact millisecond a practitioner loses the capacity to restrict Kaito Shirogane via these soft crowd-control mechanics, then pinned against a monster wielding this tier of high-order immortality, no matter how many times the Millennium Bug's domain attempted to curse-execute his flesh, it would amount to nothing more than a pointless waste of energy.
Pfft.
A perfectly spherical, glassy eyeball was forcefully pressed deep into the bleeding vertical socket by Kaito's obsidian palm. In the very next fraction of a second, an incomparably pristine, transparent multi-dimensional field of vision erupted before his consciousness.
His gaze effortlessly sliced straight through the jagged structural fissures lining the tilting high-rise wall, pinning down the coordinates of young Cletus Parker several kilometers away. The child was actively commanding dozens of pitch-black yin spirits, guiding the entities to slide one after another through microscopic structural breaches into a hollow skyscraper, methodically verifying whether any native casualties remained trapped behind the masonry.
Upon completing a clean diagnostic scan, young Parker drove a heavy fist to systematically pulverize the remaining concrete wall, marching forward to salvage the survivors. This child, who could have been no older than eight or nine years of age, appeared to have undergone a hyper-accelerated psychological maturation the exact microsecond he accepted the structural burden of the rescue directive.
Kaito's field of vision continuously elevated, plowing higher into the sky, before his newly acquired sensors locked onto the fourteenth floor of a shattered commercial block. A human woman was currently cradling the severed, heavily mutilated torso of a male corpse, weeping uncontrollably as thick strings of tears stained her face.
That intense wave of absolute human grief was continuously and flawlessly beamed directly into Kaito's cerebral matrix via his active empathy grid. He could distinctly, sharply process the absolute density of the psychological torment tearing through her soul—how desperately her ego lusted to reclaim the companion who had been reduced to a half-shattered piece of dead meat.
The more monumentally sweet and radiant their historical devotion had been prior to the cataclysm, the more intensely, hollowly devastating the reality of this terminal parting became to her senses.
Furthermore, an immense concentration of the surrounding casualties who had perished alongside him had miraculously, flawlessly executed a biological resurrection under the Kryptonian's active Life Equation—leaving this male asset, whose torso had been cleanly sliced through by a structural lance, as one of the few who remained permanently, unalterably dead.
This structural realization drove an even more bitter thread of agony straight into the woman's soul. Yet, her heart failed to generate a single spark of outward malice or resentment.
Because right beside her knees, her small daughter was currently breathing, having been dragged back into material reality via that exact cosmic miracle.
Savoring an absolute miracle on one hand, while simultaneously sustaining a terminal, bone-crushing tragedy on the other—she lacked the psychological capacity to direct her malice outward. She could only clamp her arms around her husband's cooling torso, desperately straining every nerve to endure the rapidly expanding ocean of pure sorrow.
Kaito Shirogane methodically withdrew his focus. The initial wisp of novelty he had felt over testing his newly integrated ocular technique was completely snuffed out by the heavy emotional rot of this woman's grief, causing his professional curiosity to rapidly recede.
This highly specialized Mystic Eye Solomon had historically amassed possessed an exceptionally elite tier of performance parameters. Setting aside the twin, high-priority active spell subroutines hardcoded within the lens, merely equipping the ocular artifact granted the user a wide-area structural field of vision that far eclipsed the visual thresholds of an ordinary biological pupil.
According to Kaito's rapid diagnostic estimation, his visual tracking parameters comfortably blanketed a localized radius of nearly three full kilometers; furthermore, within this territory, his sight was entirely devoid of a single blind spot, the visual coordinates smoothly shifting according to his absolute mental focus.
However, this species of visual manipulation was completely distinct from the mechanical parameters governing a standard human eye, operating vastly more like an external, structural toggle switch hardcoded into his neural center. An ordinary practitioner would highly, statistically likely require an extensive window of operational adaptation to safely govern the input.
Kaito Shirogane, by contrast, experienced absolutely zero baseline discomfort. Following his historical logging of the [Thousand Eyes] Milestone back in the Naruto universe, his panel had permanently credited his profile with a passive mastery over Ocular Specialty, ensuring his brow socket could execute the seamless equipment and un-equipment of Mystic Eyes without sustaining a single micro-gram of structural wear.
Subsequently, Kaito locked his newly integrated gaze onto the fractured parameters of the surrounding city blocks, forcefully throttling open his precognitive Future Sight. In a fraction of a second, the chronological progression of the world began to hyper-accelerate right before his eyes.
Dozens of spectral human silhouettes began a non-stop, rapid displacement across the coordinates—housing the figures of Satoru Gojo, Hakumen, and the remaining bound generals, right alongside a squad of surviving Avengers who had successfully tracked his energy trail to this location.
Visual frames and sequential timelines played out before his consciousness like an accelerated cinema reel. Kaito Shirogane quietly and flawlessly evaluated the incoming future, his eyes remaining entirely devoid of human grief or joy.
Finally, after allowing an immense layout of chronological frames to pass through his processing arrays, his eyes locked onto three distinct silhouettes materializing within the interior parameters of this ruined high-rise.
Among the trio, one specific entity sported a monumentally massive physical stature, his height metric comfortably clearing the six-meter benchmark. Every block of his musculature was wound dangerously tight into hyper-dense configurations, and his outer skin radiated a bleak, ash-brown metallic luster. His cranial architecture completely bypassed human anatomy, perfectly replicating the morphology of a colossal predatory lizard.
His pupils were a pair of brilliant, incandescent golden vertical slits—cleanly matching the absolute, foundational characteristics hardcoded into the dragon-kin archetypes across multiple high-tier fantasy mythologies.
This was highly, statistically likely the absolute premier unit of the intercept execution squad the Infinite Dimension Space had signaled would barge into this worldline to track down and harvest the missing [Sephiroth · Crimson Choirs].
Because he was evaluating reality through a precognitive Future Sight array, Kaito lacked the capacity to directly process the raw energetic pressure bleeding from their vessels; he could merely deduce through the heavily distorted force fields rippling across the lizard-man's skin that the target's absolute strength parameter sat at an exceptionally elite tier.
The dragon-kin stepped cleanly into the ruined hall. The exact microsecond his boots anchored themselves to the coordinates, the surrounding concrete debris and shattered masonry automatically defied gravity to float into the air. Subsequently, he lazily raised a lone palm to point directly toward the coordinates where Kaito was currently sitting. In the very next fraction of a second, every single physical line of reality within local space looked as if it were executing a total, cataclysmic warp.
A lone figure occupying Kaito's exact coordinates was violently hoisted into the air out of thin air, before millions of razor-sharp shards of structural steel, pulverized concrete, and shattered commercial furniture shot forward like heavy ordnance, cleanly and flawlessly impaling the silhouette through multiple vectors.
Kaito Shirogane evaluated the sequence with intense, unadulterated interest. This beast appeared to hold absolute conceptual dominance over the manipulation of gravitational or kinetic traction fields, and his raw physical body tempering was remarkably elite.
Subsequently, Kaito shifted his gaze, tracking his focus to measure the twin figures anchoring the coordinates directly behind the giant's shadow.
These two assets had maintained their positions completely inside the massive silhouette of the dragon-kin warrior. Kaito concentrated his absolute spiritual focus to look through the gloom, finally pinning down a pair of twin biological twins whose facial architectures and baseline profiles were an absolute, unblemished reflection of one another, fully clad in a pair of flowing black and white sovereign robes.
The material composition of their robes acted identically to an exceptionally lightweight, rule-bending silk; despite the local audio field lacking a single wisp of wind, the fabrics were continuously and elegantly rippling across the air.
Both assets allowed their long hair to drift loosely behind their shoulders—one twin sporting an absolute, obsidian black, the other an incandescent white. At this exact microsecond, as if their own high-tier sensors had cleanly captured the tracking trajectory of Kaito's precognitive eyes, the twins simultaneously and flawlessly snapped their heads around to look straight back toward Kaito's position.
That glare—it was exactly as if they had looked through a chronological distance of three full days of Space time to lock their gaze straight into Kaito Shirogane's current pupils.
Kaito's frame executed a microsecond of hesitation, before all three of his active eyes simultaneously narrowed into a sharp, monstrously contorted grin.
An intercept element capable of looking straight through a precognitive Future Sight array...
The black-clad and white-clad twins simultaneously raised a lone finger, pointing the appendages straight toward Kaito's coordinates. In the very next fraction of a second, two colossal, blinding torrents of pure black and white light violently erupted from their fingertips, causing the chronological frames materializing before Kaito's consciousness to instantaneously enter a state of total structural collapse.
By the exact microsecond his visual processing re-anchored his orientation, the future had dissolved, leaving nothing but the smoldering ruins of the current hall ceding his sight.
The third eye anchoring the center of Kaito's brow methodically snapped closed. Forcing the [Mystic Eyes of Time and Rainbow] to execute a proactive acceleration of the Future Sight placed an exceptionally high, punishing load directly against his ocular nerves and cerebral matrix.
"It looks like that specific collective is far from simple~"
The resurrected Satoru Gojo remained propped against the collapsed concrete of a structural support column. His fingers twitched with a sharp momentum, as if his inner mind were desperately straining to suppress a stygian, runaway悪念 to violently pulverize this pillar to let the collapsing roof systematically crush and flatten the human cattle fleeing beneath his boots.
The ideological doctrine hardcoded into his core following his corruption under the [All the World's Evil] was monumentally more merciless, more tyrannical, and more absolute than the parameters guiding the King of Knights.
He had entirely, flawlessly stripped his system of the belief that an ordinary mortal human who failed to demonstrate a spark of absolute righteousness possessed an intrinsic right to live.
Highly likely, having witnessed native cattle like Cindy and Corell within the One Piece multiverse demonstrate that even ordinary pieces of meat could execute a milestone that touched the absolute sublime, Gojo's original philosophy—the strong must explicitly safeguard the weak—had mutated into an inverted paradigm: the strong must solely dedicate their blades to defending those rare among the weak who possess that distinct, blinding Light.
Kaito Shirogane executed a brief nod, refraining from unhinging his jaw to offer a verbal response.
[The Primordial Dragon Court]—this was explicitly his very first time establishing a line of contact against an intercept asset belonging to their syndicate. Although their vanguard elements had demonstrated a power parameter that could comfortably be classified as elite, their morphology still sat completely at a distance from the primeval, absolute [Dragon Species] his imagination historically mapped.
"It matters little. It is an exceptionally rare luxury to cede the group of you an operational theater where your assets can be fully weaponized. If the enemy caved to a pathetic, low-tier metric, the ensuing harvest would turn entirely tedious~"
The exact millisecond the words cleared his teeth, Tony Stark—his iconic Iron Man armor heavily scarred with deep lacerations and structural damage following the previous cataclysm—slowly and methodically plummeted to a halt right outside the broken window parameters of the high-rise. As his faceplate automatically receded into his helmet, the expression anchoring the billionaire's face was completely flooded with an intensely complex, agonizing thread of dread.
"Who on earth... are you people?"
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