The Border of the Dimensional Block

Damien Black wasn’t the least bit afraid of the Quantum Reaper. He’s never been afraid of anything before, so he didn’t know why some people believed he should be afraid now.

After all, the girl is nothing but a brat in his eyes. One who is only a couple dozen years old. And in comparison with Damien, she is just a baby.

Add in the fact that she shouldn’t be able to use her true form against him, and she is just an inexperienced child in his eyes.

But every assumption he had prior to this vanishes the instant he feels the enormous wave of quantum energy that the girl releases. One that spreads across the entire Block. Meanwhile a bright beacon of glitchy purple and blue light shoots up high into the sky with a small amount of black light mixing in with it.

Damien feels an instinctive sensation of fear run across him. An emotion completely foreign to him and incredibly unnerving.

And, more than anything, enraging.

He feels anger at being forced to feel this sensation more than anything else.

Meanwhile the source of his rage floats up into the air through the beacon with her form slowly changing. The girl entering her true form.

Damien’s eyes narrow as he wonders what she’s meaning to do by entering her true form. Because she will be punished if she uses that form for her own benefit.

Is she simply willing to take the punishment just to deal with me?

That thought crosses Damien’s mind, but from what he’s heard of the Reaper, that shouldn’t be the case.

What is she…

A different thought crosses his mind.

One that sends a shiver down his spine.

When the beacon slowly dies down, the Quantum Reaper can be seen floating in the air without even bothering with flapping the deep purple and black draconic wings sticking out of her back. She’s wearing a deep purple and black cloak with a hood that isn’t over her head as her deep purple tinted hair blows in the wind and glitchy purple energy all around her. Meanwhile her armor has shifted to a much deeper purple in color, and her eyes are even more unnerving to look at than they were before.

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But what unnerves Damien the most is the sight of the scythe in her hand, held in a reverse grip for some reason.

Just the sight of the scythe sends Damien’s internal instincts screaming with fear.

Like the scythe will be his end.

Damien instinctively identifies the woman when her gaze matches his own.

{Quantum Reaper – May your death be swift and painless, irregularity.}

Another shiver runs down his spine at the message within that identify result that feels directly targeted towards him.

Despite the fear in his blood telling him to flee, he holds his ground and moves straight at her, creating a blade of his own blood that he swings at her upper torso. Only for the blade to be blocked with ease by the girl’s scythe, the girl having moved so fast that he couldn’t even see her.

The Quantum Reaper tilts her head at Damien with a face completely barren of any emotions as she asks, “Are you an idiot?”

This one question flares Damien’s anger even more. But this time he doesn’t let his rage take control of himself.

Instead, he falls back, creating dozens upon dozens of spears made of blood to attack her.

Then he watches in shock as his attacks all fizzle out when they meet the purple energy occasionally being let off by the girl’s body. Somehow not even erasing or damaging the energy in the process.

In fact, it’s almost as if the energy is absorbing his attacks.

Damien grits his teeth while thinking about the message the identify result gave him.

I’m… a target of her role.

He wasn’t absolutely certain before, but now he is. Because she is clearly fighting him without facing any drawbacks. And with that in addition to the message he received, he is certain.

He’s been made a target of the universe.

But how did he get turned into a target? What did he do wrong?

He runs through everything he did in the past years over and over again, but the only thing he can think of is the strange energy he had absorbed not too long ago to advance his species. Something he was told was necessary to evolve into an ancient vampire.

Did that bastard trick me? What was it that I absorbed that would make the universe want me eliminated because of?!

Regardless of what the current situation is, he decides that the best thing to do now is to fight back.

Damien raises his hand with a sword of blood held tightly in his grip as he shouts at his forces, “Attack the Reaper!!!!”

After the initial wave of fear calms down, all of the vampires under Damien’s control, whether they wish to or not, rush straight at the Reaper. Each of them growing various different types of wings as they fly into the air towards her.

Damien grins while sending one spear of blood after another at her, confident that she won’t be able to take on hundreds of thousands of vampires at once.

Even if she is a quantum being in her true form.

Then his confidence vanishes when she simply ignores all of their attacks and slowly floats in the direction of Damien, letting the physical attacks pass right through her in a glitchy manner while the magical ones are all absorbed by the energy around her. Slowly decreasing the size of said energy with the massive number of attacks.

But Damien realizes something.

She hasn’t directly attacked yet. Which could potentially mean that she really doesn’t have permission from the universe to attack in that form.

So Damien rushes forwards, bringing thousands upon thousands of spears of blood along with him.

Only to feel a soul-shaking pain radiate out from his legs seconds after beginning his charge.

And when he looks down? He finds his legs below the knees missing.