Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :] 

The moment Daniel stepped through the shimmering veil of the gate, something felt wrong.

There was no blinding light, no swirling winds, no surge of transported energy that usually accompanied dimensional travel.

Only silence.

And when the light around him faded, he found himself not in a bustling city or monster-infested wasteland, but in a room.

No, a chamber, vast and ancient, layered in unreal geometry that bent space at the edges.

The air was stale, suffocating.

Cold… yet not physical.

The floor beneath him was carved from obsidian veins that pulsed faintly, like they remembered life.

There were no windows and no doors.

Only a vaulted ceiling stretching into a void, and torches lit with colourless flame, casting long, flickering shadows.

And before him, across the far end of the hall, stood seven thrones.

Seven immense seats of power, each unlike the other, carved from concepts rather than stone.

They were dread, gravity, flame, void, decay, thread, and sleep.

From one of them, the middle throne, a figure rested lazily.

His fist was tucked under his chin.

A living rift that resembled a man in silhouette but was hollow within—a shifting shadow filled with stars.

"Welcome, mortal… or should I say..."

A smirk curled through his layered voice like twin galaxies collapsing.

"Death Calamity?"

Daniel said nothing at first.

His foot scraped softly as he walked a single step forward, scanning the thrones… the beings.

His brows furrowed, not in fear, but mild confusion. 

His voice, when it came, was steady, low, filled with subtle menace.

"…Who are you?" He questioned, but he knew the answer already. 

Zar'Kael let out a hum, almost entertained.

"What fierce eyes you have…" His void-glow eyes gleamed with something close to amusement.

"My, my, how rude of us. To summon a guest and forget to offer introductions?"

He sat up straighter, folding one leg over the other, black mist flowing from his joints like slow ink.

"Let us rectify that, shall we?"

He extended one arm slowly, gesturing around him.

"We… are the Seven Overlords."

There was no gasp.

No shift in expression.

Even their introductions didn't make Daniel tremble. 

n fact, his reaction was nonexistent.

After all, throughout their ages, their names and titles have caused those who live to fear. 

A kind of fear that made them shiver. 

A title that was a curse to mutter, similar to Daniel's title that was earned after annihilating half a trillion monsters. 

The chamber remained quiet, save for the flickering torches.

Zar'Kael narrowed his gaze slightly. "…You already knew."

"I felt your eyes watching long before I entered this Gate," Daniel replied, his tone sharp.

"Your mistake was assuming I wouldn't notice."

Saelithar, coils twisting beside her moon-lit throne, slithered forward slightly, her silver eyes narrowing.

"He dares speak as though he is above us," she hissed. "Such arrogance."

"Or confidence," Myraen chimed, her eight arms weaving threads of impossible tension midair. "Perhaps we should test which."

Ixelion stood, flames roaring up his armoured form.

"I say we stop talking. Let's kill the bastard and be done with this farce."

Daniel turned toward him, studying the cursed fire that danced with every movement.

"…You're quite the loud one."

Ixelion snarled, stepping down from his throne, heat buckling the floor around him. "Loud? I am—"

"—Flame of All Ends," Daniel interrupted coldly, his eyes glinting. "I know who you are. All of you."

He turned slowly to the others. "Void Warden. Moon Eater. King of Rot. Weaver of Dread. Gravity Ruler. The Sleeper…"

His eyes finally settled on the pale child seated at the far end, Shyros.

The one who said nothing… but stared back with tear-streaked cheeks and a smile too calm for comfort.

"You're aware of our existence, yet you're behaving quite rudely'' Varnokh spoke. 

''Why must I?'' Daniel questioned. ''You're not gods," Daniel continued. "You're just remnants of a long forgotten tale." 

A low growl emanated from Varnokh, the King of Rot.

Spore clouds puffed out with every breath.

"You dare to insult us!? How dare you, mortal!" Varnokh was enraged. 

Arguun rose at that, his massive form distorting gravity with each motion.

His voice cracked the air like falling tectonic plates.

"You think you can survive this encounter?"

"I don't think," Daniel said.

His eyes flashed momentarily with a pale, abyssal light. "I already survived your curiosity."

Shyros finally spoke, quietly and gently.

"I told you," he whispered, violet tears falling freely now. "He's Nothing… pretending to be Something."

The chamber trembled.

Zar'Kael's smile faded as he rose from his throne. The void rippled with the movement.

"Enough posturing," he said firmly. "You… you will not leave this room alive, and there is no escape."

Daniel didn't flinch.

"…Then I suppose I'll paint this room red'' Daniel declared. 

"You talk as if you've already won," Arguun rumbled. "You stand alone."

Daniel cracked his neck.

"I've always stood alone."

"You're surrounded by 7 of us," Saelithar warned.

"No," Daniel corrected. "I'm surrounded by corpses. You just haven't fallen yet."

The Overlords bristled.

Every throne erupted in their respective domains—flames, voidstorms, threads, decay, sleep, gravity—all surging with ancient power.

But Daniel simply raised a hand.

"Seven of you," he said. "One of me. That's fair odds."

And he smiled.

Calm.

Cold.

Unshaken.

"I hope you brought backup."

And in that moment, they finally felt it.

It was not bravado and pride.

But something deeper. Something colder.

An absolute absence of fear.

Death Calamity had arrived.

And he wasn't planning to leave quietly.

The moment Daniel muttered those final words, the atmosphere of the chamber ruptured.

It was like the world itself clenched its breath.

A cataclysmic clash detonated as Zar'Kael, no longer idle, moved in a blur.

Space warped with his motion — faster than light, faster than time.

His fist, black as the cosmos and humming with layered powers, slammed toward Daniel with enough force to shatter a mountain range.

BOOM!

Daniel blocked it with a single forearm.

The chamber screamed.

The impact birthed a shockwave that howled through the colossal void like a banshee.

The walls cracked, and the torches flickered violently, colourless flames shivering in sudden reverence.

"…Impressive of you to block my attack," Zar'Kael murmured, pulling back his arm with a dark smile.

Daniel didn't budge.

His eyes burned with something far colder than fire.

"I'll be disappointed if this is all you have," he replied, his voice calm — almost bored.

"Oh, don't be," Zar'Kael smirked darkly.

"INFERNUS GLOOM."

Without warning, Ixelion appeared behind Daniel, twin blades of dark-blue flame erupting from his arms.

He swung one downward with divine fury, the cursed flame trailing like the breath of a dying sun.

FWOOSH!

It passed through Daniel's body like mist, sizzling against the ground.

"What…!?" Ixelion staggered back, eyes wide.

"It passed through? What kind of ability is that!?"

Daniel turned his head slowly toward him.

His body shimmered with a faint violet glow.

"Void Matter," he said simply.

But before Ixelion could recover, a new threat emerged — no, five of them.

The other Overlords had acted in unison from above, combining their terrifying might.

"SILVER LIGHT!"

Saelithar's beam of concentrated moonlight fell like divine judgment, cutting through the chamber as if to erase Daniel's existence.

"WEB ENTROPY!"

Myraen's threads of dimensional entropy rained down, seeking to bind, unravel, and erase him from reality's blueprint.

"GRAVITY OVERHAUL!"

Arguun raised both hands, and gravity multiplied by millions.

The very chamber began to crack and cave inward as if the concept of weight had lost its sanity.

"NIGHTMARE WISH!"

Shyros' lips trembled as he spoke a quiet curse.

A field of haunting visions bled from above, attempting to drown Daniel's mind in primal terror, pain, and despair.

"ENDLESS ROT!"

Varnokh roared, spewing clouds of pestilence and death that devoured everything they touched — including light and time.

The sky above Daniel became a cataclysmic orchestra of death.

And Daniel… smiled.

His hand lifted, palm open.

And then, softly, beneath the overwhelming roar of the Overlords' attacks, he whispered.

"Cataclysmic Repulsion."

The air bent inward — a silent implosion before the storm.

BOOOOOM!!!

All five devastating attacks were rejected.

Not just blocked — but reflected. No, repelled, with double the strength.

The energy twisted violently around Daniel, warped by his will, and then snapped back like an exploding black hole, hurling the Overlords' powers toward them with unholy precision.

Saelithar's moonlight shattered against her body, blinding her momentarily.

Myraen screamed as her entropy threads coiled around her limbs, sizzling against her own void-born flesh.

Arguun slammed to the floor, crushed by the multiplied gravity he had unleashed.

Shyros cried out, caught within his nightmare visions, his fragile form spasming.

Varnokh recoiled as his rot clung to his corrupted aura and began to feed upon his flesh, spores devouring spores.

Reactions followed — all of them stunned.

"What… did he just…!?" Saelithar gasped, her silver skin blistering.

"He repelled it? All of it?"

"He didn't just repel it," Myraen hissed, writhing in her web.

"He… he made it stronger."

"Impossible! He shouldn't be able to counter attacks of our level!"

Arguun shouted, trying to rise, only to be crushed down again by the lingering weight of his power.

"It's not a skill I've seen in any record…" Varnokh coughed, necrotic fluid dripping from his jaw. 

Ixelion snarled, flames sputtering around him. "He's not taking us seriously!"

Zar'Kael, though also pushed back slightly from the wave, now stood at full height.

A quiet rage brewed behind his starlit void-eyes.

"…No. He's not mortal," Zar'Kael muttered, voice low.

"He is something else."

Daniel remained standing amidst the wreckage.

A crater formed beneath his feet, but he hadn't taken a step.

His body steamed faintly, not from damage… but from sheer resistance.

"Is this it?" he asked coldly.

"You call yourselves Overlords, yet your attacks carry no weight."

They stared.

They'd fought countless beings and even entities.

They'd destroyed kingdoms with idle gestures.

And yet this man…

This thing…

He stood before them, unharmed.

Smiling.

Mocking them.

Daniel cracked his neck. "You all wanted an ambush," he said. "You should've brought an army."

He raised one hand, dark particles forming into a chaotic orb.

"Shall we begin?" he whispered.

The real battle… had just begun.