Satan Saint, in the most direct way possible, declared a cruel truth:
Before an absolute disparity in power, any peculiar ability was meaningless; even time, it seemed, couldn't leave a mark on beings at their level, the "pinnacle of the world."
The shadow of death cast by Satan Saint's enormous spider form spread across the battlefield like a plague.
When those cold eyes turned to Basil Hawkins, the Supernovas, known for his calm and enigmatic nature, felt a bone-chilling dread for the first time.
Hawkins didn't hesitate for a moment; his combat instincts immediately made him draw the tarot cards he carried.
The core of his ability lay in perceiving and transferring "causality"; as long as he could see the trajectory of fate, he could shift a fatal "effect" onto a substitute.
"Divination! Where is the fortune or misfortune?!"
He growled, his fingers rapidly scanning the cards, attempting to glimpse the "possibility" of confronting this terrifying entity.
However, just as the cards were about to reveal themselves—
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The tarot cards in his hand, imbued with mysterious power, spontaneously combusted without warning, the eerie blue flames instantly devouring the cards entirely, turning them into a small pile of ash that drifted from his fingertips!
"What?!" Hawkins's usually placid face showed cracks for the first time—a panic born from his plans being completely disrupted.
Even more terrifying things followed. The substitute scarecrows he had prepared beforehand, hidden throughout his body, seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, one after another exploding out of thin air!
Shreds of straw mixed with ominous black smoke burst from his robe sleeves and collar.
"Impossible! Causality... the causal link between me and this monster... it's broken?! No, it doesn't exist at all?!"
Hawkins discovered in horror that his divination was completely ineffective because the target's "fate" was like a void, an abyss that simply couldn't be measured.
And his substitute ability required that "causality" could be transferred,
but when the opponent itself seemed to "not exist within the laws of causality," or its level of existence completely overwhelmed the upper limit of the substitute rules, those scarecrows met their nemesis and self-destructed!
This meant that his greatest reliance—the ability to transfer damage to a substitute—was completely ineffective against Satan Saint!
Just as Hawkins froze from the backlash of his ability and extreme fear, Satan Saint's massive spider form appeared before him like a ghost, disregarding the distance of space.
An armored limb, covered in dark chitin, carrying the purest malice and power, pierced directly towards Hawkins's chest.
This time, no substitute could bear the brunt.
"Cough, ah—!"
The attack landed squarely on Hawkins's main body.
Excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body; he clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking and internal organs rupturing.
Warm blood gushed from his mouth, instantly staining his divination robe, adorned with mysterious patterns, a blinding crimson.
He flew backward like a tattered fallen leaf, his eyes still holding an incredulous horror; his "absolute defense," on which he relied for survival, was fragile and vulnerable before a power that truly transcended rules.
Satan Saint coldly retracted his limb, as if he had merely removed a useless obstacle.
"Admiral, is such trash worth retreating for?"
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