Chapter 39
Clash of the Titans (2)
Arthur raised his sword high toward Cthulhu.
In that moment,
he unleashed everything he had left—
all his might,
all his tyranny,
all his will—
toward the entity that stood in defiance of the entire universe.
For a fraction of a second—
Cthulhu felt Arthur's energy.
It turned.
And with that turn alone,
the crushing, destructive pressure descended upon Arthur's body once more.
Had it not been for the staff bound to Cthulhu's own power,
Arthur's body would have been pulverized in an instant,
without the slightest resistance.
Beneath the massive writhing tentacles,
a smile appeared.
A small smile…
yet enough
to plant pure terror in Arthur's heart.
Cthulhu smiled.
Then—
it reduced its size.
From an entity that blanketed the universe,
to one roughly the size of a planet.
It looked at Arthur.
The gaze of an elephant
upon an ant.
No—far worse than that.
And it spoke.
But its words
were not merely sound.
They were the scream of the universe itself.
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In that moment,
Arthur felt as though existence itself
was screaming inside his head.
He did not understand a single word Cthulhu had uttered,
yet the meaning…
arrived with lethal clarity.
Contempt.
Dominion.
Absolute judgment.
Arthur smiled with a strange calm.
He raised his hand toward Cthulhu's face.
And said in a steady voice,
despite his smallness,
despite the terror:
"Let me be the first rebel
against the ruler."
Arthur roared with everything he had left
and launched himself toward Cthulhu's body.
He drove all his strength behind his foot,
struck space itself,
and shot forward at tremendous speed toward the colossal being.
But—
before he could even reach it—
he was struck.
A single blow.
An unimaginable force.
Arthur's body was hurled through space,
flying at insane speed,
flung an inconceivable distance from Cthulhu's body.
When his awareness flickered back for a moment—
he felt a pain that tore at his soul before his body,
a horrifying agony unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.
A pain that nearly made him truly wish for death.
Arthur gathered his strength and looked at his body.
It was red…
soaked in blood.
His veins had burst.
His bones shattered.
His internal organs torn apart.
It had been only one strike
from one of the tentacles on Cthulhu's face.
One strike
that nearly killed him.
The tentacle had struck from his left side—
his arm vanished completely,
and a large portion of his body with it.
Nothing remained of his left side
but torrents of blood
erupting into the void.
In the final moments of his life—
without thinking—
Arthur extended his trembling right hand
toward his pocket.
He pulled out three bottles.
He tried to lift one to his mouth,
but his hand stopped.
It no longer moved.
With immense effort, Arthur shifted his eye and looked.
His right hand
had been crushed…
and fallen from his body.
In that moment,
he knew.
'I will die.'
But—instinctively—
his mouth moved.
In his final instant,
he placed one of the bottles into his mouth.
The bottle dissolved immediately,
as though it were not matter,
but pure condensed energy.
It entered his body.
Within mere seconds—
everything changed.
His body was reconstructed.
His left arm returned.
The missing part of his body restored.
His right hand returned to normal.
Arthur opened his eyes.
And the first thought that crossed his mind was:
"Damn…
I will definitely die."
He exhaled slowly
and looked around.
The galaxy…
was gone.
Nothing remained.
No planets.
No stars.
Only—
Arthur,
Cthulhu,
and the Sun.
Everything else
had been consumed.
Arthur looked at the remaining potions before him.
"If I use them…
my body may explode and I'll die because of my weakness."
He took a deep breath.
"And if I don't…
I will certainly die at Cthulhu's hands."
He smiled, exhausted.
"Death…
is the only thing left
in this empty universe."
Arthur sighed softly in sarcasm.
"Where are those gods now? Humanity worships a thousand gods, and I don't see a single one here helping me."
He raised his gaze upward, toward absolute nothingness.
"If there is any god, ruler, or whatever watching right now—
I'd like to say, damn you all."
He grabbed the first potion
and swallowed it.
Then the second.
Four seconds passed—
nothing.
Then five more—
Heavenly fire erupted inside his body.
Celestial flames.
They burned his bones.
Burned his organs.
Burned his very existence.
His body transformed into a mass
of sacred fire.
Then—
it evaporated into space.
Meanwhile,
Cthulhu finished absorbing everything.
Only the Sun remained.
It devoured stars,
planets,
even black holes.
Its speed
was inconceivable.
In mere moments,
it traversed millions of light-years.
It left nothing behind.
Cthulhu moved through space
as though strolling across its own courtyard.
It reached the Sun.
It extended its hand toward it
to end everything.
But—
at that exact moment—
it felt something.
A great power.
Standing behind it.
A terrifying force…
a mighty force.
Cthulhu turned swiftly—
but before it could complete the motion—
it was struck.
A direct blow
to its dark, hideous face.
Its body was sent flying through space.
Cthulhu regained its balance quickly
and looked.
Before it stood a being
exactly equal to its size.
A luminous entity…
grand…
majestic.
It bore a human form.
Its face resembled the Sun.
Long hair flowed behind it.
Silver armor encased its colossal body.
And in its hand—
a sword.
It was—
Arthur.
Arthur, who had consumed the two potions.
The first:
all the energy he had previously absorbed
from Cthulhu's soldiers.
The second:
the Ruler's Power Potion.
A potion beyond price.
Even the Heavenly Store
had placed no value upon it.
Arthur gambled his life.
And spoke to the System—
after Cthulhu had disabled it.
"System…
I do not know who you are,
nor why you chose me,
nor why you were sent to me.
But Cthulhu is a great entity.
If I flee now…
one day he will come
and destroy the world of One Piece
and other worlds as well.
There will be no refuge from his evil.
He will continue consuming planets
until the end.
So—
my request now…
perhaps my final request…
Give me
the Ruler's Power Potion."
The System's reply appeared—
distorted,
fragmented:
|H-host…
your body will not endure…
you…
will die…|
Arthur smiled softly.
The smile of a man
who had made his decision.
He felt genuine, pure concern
emanating from the System's distorted words.
Arthur did not truly know the cause of that concern.
Was the System truly worried about him…
and unwilling to see him die?
Or was it simply
unable to grant a priceless potion?
Or had their fates become intertwined?
If Arthur died…
what would happen to the System?
Would it vanish?
Shatter?
Remain stranded in the void?
Arthur did not know the nature of the bond between them,
nor the essence of that mysterious concern.
Yet—
he smiled.
A calm, sincere smile.
He slowly extended his hand toward the blue System screen floating before him,
as though trying to touch it gently…
as though it were a living being.
And said in a low voice,
carrying pure gratitude:
"I am truly grateful to you
for everything you've done for me
since I was sent to the world of One Piece after my death.
Without you…
I would not have survived.
I am certain of that.
So—
give me the potion.
I will die anyway.
So why not fight…
for the last time
together?"
Silence fell.
Then the System's words appeared,
distorted, fragmented—
but clear in meaning:
|…..∆∆§§×÷§∆ק§§
Very well…
let us kill this bastard ruler.|
Arthur's smile widened.
A smile of satisfaction.
In the next instant—
four bottles appeared before him.
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In space…
Two great beings stood
in forms beyond human comprehension.
One—
Cthulhu.
The other—
Arthur.
They were now equal in size.
But—
the balance of power
still favored Cthulhu.
Even so—
Arthur did not wait.
Before Cthulhu's instincts fully reawakened,
Arthur seized his long celestial sword—
a blade forged of pure white cosmic energy.
Then—
he charged.
With a single burst,
his heavenly body shattered the space behind him,
as though existence itself cracked beneath his force.
Arthur lunged with overwhelming might,
and swung his sword toward Cthulhu's head.
One strike.
The blade collided with Cthulhu's head
and descended with force.
Arthur lifted his gaze.
And saw—
for the first time—
a wound.
A small wound
upon Cthulhu's head.
Disgusting green blood
began to flow from it.
Cthulhu roared.
A heavy,
mighty scream
that deafened all.
Space itself trembled from its cry.
But what was truly terrifying—
was that in the moment Arthur's sword
swept over Cthulhu's head—
space tore.
A rift appeared.
A black fracture
in the heart of existence.
Arthur had torn space itself—
his strike
had sliced through the fabric of the universe.
Arthur smiled with dominance.
Then charged again.
He did not grant Cthulhu a single moment.
He struck.
Swung.
Clashed with his very body.
Relentless pressure,
merciless assault.
But after only a few seconds—
Cthulhu spread its wings
like those of an ancient dragon.
It rose into space.
Then—
it tore off its left hand
and placed it against its right.
The wound began to heal,
and its hand regenerated.
As for the severed hand—
Cthulhu compressed it,
reshaped it.
It transformed into a solid sword—
green…
revolting.
And it charged.
A single strike
from Cthulhu's sword—
split space
in two.
With that blow,
Cthulhu cleaved the universe.
And with it—
Arthur's left arm vanished.
Arthur smiled.
A smile of madness.
He did not utter a single word.
He surged toward Cthulhu once more.
And the two titans clashed
in space
without mercy.
Without retreat.
Without compassion.
This was—
the Clash of the Titans.
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