"I harbor an unquantifiable multitude of souls, their origins shrouded in mystery. Yet, one undeniable truth persists—they are all me, from disparate dimensions, timelines, and realms, both upper and lower. Descending from the formidable ranks, numbering from 900 downwards, are illustrious warriors, renowned across the expanse of the GALAXY OF EXISTENCE from whence they hail. Number 900, albeit one of my weaker manifestations, is a force this world cannot reckon with. My smiles are a rare occurrence, for they herald the resurgence of Smiling Asura No. 900—the one adorned with a thousand arms. As I tread upon the battlefield, a perceptive warrior senses my presence. Brisk, an intermediate hero, queries, 'Who is that noble approaching unnoticed?' I smile in response. Before Brisk comprehends, his head hurtles across the battlefield, momentarily halting both heroes and demons in stunned silence. Stella, an advanced hero, ventures, 'Are you a demon?' To which I retort, 'You need not inquire, for every hero and demon within my purview is destined to perish.' HEHEHEHHAHA Enraged by Brisk's demise, Charles, an advanced hero, launches an upward slash towards me at the speed of light. As his attack connects, the clash of metal reverberates through the air. A floating great sword, devoid of a wielder, intercepts his strike. Charles is stupefied as I neutralize his assault with telekinesis. Undeterred, Charles continues his onslaught, only to find his attacks effortlessly repelled. In the midst of battle, he queries the source of my power. I elucidate that years of wielding telekinesis transcend its conventional bounds. It is a skill honed in the cultivation realm, where spiritual energy materializes into multiple hands, manifesting physically. As I reveal this, Charles begins to perceive the spectral hands. 'Can you see it now?' I inquire. 'Yes,' he responds. 'Then you stand at the precipice of death,' I jest, 'for it is only at death's door that one truly sees beyond.' Before Charles can react, his body is rent asunder. Witnessing my prowess, the other heroes perceive me as a dire threat and mount a concerted assault. Five heroes converge, launching upward slashes that send me hurtling into the air. Employing my great sword as a foothold, I strive to regain balance. Yet, another hero awaits, wielding a hammer poised to disrupt my landing. With an elongated spiritual hand, I pierce through the incoming blow, dispatching the assailant. Landing gracefully, I narrowly evade a sharp sword intent, cleaving trees in twain. Across the battlefield, I spot the SWORDSMAN HERO and offer a knowing smile. An onslaught of sword intent ensues, reducing the forest to rubble. 'I have yet to unleash my full might,' I declare. Brandishing the great sword, I channel an unknown force, akin to gravity, obliterating everything in its path. Panic grips the heroes and demons, prompting their hasty retreat. Greg multiplies, forming multiple great swords, while I manifest multiple hands, each wielding a lethal blade. Pursuing the fleeing heroes and demons, I leave naught but carnage in my wake. The heroes of the round table and the eight demon Lords, sensing the threat I pose, issue a kill order on ASURA, THE MAN OF GREAT SWORDS."

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