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The Last Human: Unlimited Power, Unlimited Beauties
Chapter 61: A Dance With the Reaper · Oct 29, 2026
Chapter List (61)
- 51 Chapter 51: Under a Thousand Lights 2026-10-29
- 52 Chapter 52: The Princess Beneath a Thousand Lights 2026-10-29
- 53 Chapter 53: The Road of Knives 2026-10-29
- 54 Chapter 54: The Lioness Behind the Crown 2026-10-29
- 55 Chapter 55: White Hair Among the Ruins 2026-10-29
- 56 Chapter 56: The Price of Peace 2026-10-29
- 57 Chapter 57: Where the Road Finally Ends 2026-10-29
- 58 Chapter 58: Before the Tiger’s Throne 2026-10-29
- 59 Chapter 59: The Price of Impressing a Queen 2026-10-29
- 60 Chapter 60: The Distance Between Monsters 2026-10-29
- 61 Chapter 61: A Dance With the Reaper 2026-10-29
Rel raised one hand.
That alone was enough to make every surviving instinct in my body start filing complaints.
Her breathing was still heavier than before, but the smile on her face had returned.
Not relaxed.
Not playful.
Focused.
Dangerously focused.
Dark magic stirred overhead.
I looked up.
A massive magic circle unfolded across the sky above the arena.
Black symbols appeared one after another inside it, spreading across the glowing formation until I recognized exactly what was coming.
The homicidal weather forecast.
Again.
Rel lifted her fingers.
“Black Rain.”
The magic circle pulsed.
Black metal began forming inside it.
Thousands of sharpened spikes.
They hadn’t started falling yet.
Good.
Because I had already survived that nonsense once this morning, and I had absolutely no intention of becoming a reusable pincushion.
I smiled.
Rel’s eyes narrowed.
I lifted my hand.
Then snapped my fingers.
“Snap of Nullification.”
Click.
The effect was immediate.
The enormous magic circle above us flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then vanished.
Completely.
No explosion.
No collapsing magic.
It simply ceased to exist as though the universe had suddenly remembered Rel had forgotten to pay the subscription fee.
The half-formed black spikes disappeared with it.
Silence spread through the arena.
Rel stared upward.
Then slowly lowered her gaze toward me.
Her smile changed.
I pointed toward her.
“Annoying, isn’t it?”
Rel laughed softly.
“So you learned that too.”
“You used it on me.”
“I did.”
“Educational experience.”
The crowd erupted.
Apparently watching the Supreme General have her own magical cancellation trick thrown back at her was popular entertainment.
I wasn’t wasting the opening.
My feet dug into the broken arena floor.
I launched myself forward.
Stone shattered behind me.
Dust burst outward.
Rel remained still for half a heartbeat.
Then her hand disappeared into Dimensional Storage.
Oh.
Weapon.
Finally.
Something emerged.
Dark shaft.
Long.
Much longer.
I immediately changed plans.
I pushed hard against the ground and threw myself backward.
Good decision.
Very good decision.
Because Rel pulled the rest of the weapon into reality.
I landed several meters away.
Then stared.
“Okay.”
The weapon was enormous.
A scythe.
Not the cute farming tool variety.
This thing looked like death itself had commissioned a custom weapon after developing expensive taste.
The handle was longer than Rel was tall.
The curved blade extended outward in a wide, vicious arc.
Black metal made up most of it, but veins of red light pulsed through the weapon from the shaft toward the blade.
A faint crimson glow surrounded the edge.
Rel held the entire thing in one hand.
One hand.
She was petite.
The scythe was bigger than she was.
Physics watched, sighed, and apparently decided not to interfere.
I pointed at it.
“I expected you to have some terrifying signature weapon.”
Rel rested the scythe across one shoulder.
I continued.
“But that enormous nightmare farming tool was not anywhere on my list.”
She smiled.
“I wasn’t planning to use it.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“That sounds insulting.”
“You forced me.”
I placed a hand over my chest.
“I’m honored.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
“Too late.”
Rel moved.
Barely.
One hand shifted the scythe.
Then she swung.
Casually.
A black crescent tore through the air.
Fast.
Huge.
I jumped sideways.
The energy slash passed where my torso had been.
Then struck the arena behind me.
The result was not subtle.
Stone exploded.
An entire section of the fighting ground split open.
The slash continued into the outer wall and carved through it.
A huge piece of masonry collapsed outward.
The audience screamed.
I landed.
Looked at the destruction.
Then back at Rel.
“You know we’re indoors in the technical sense, right?”
“This arena is open to the sky.”
“That was not the important part.”
A familiar voice thundered from the stands.
Remgar.
“The Supreme General has stopped holding back!”
I looked toward him.
He was standing.
Both hands around his mouth.
“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”
Several people near him actually moved.
Treez grabbed the back of his clothing and pulled him down.
I laughed.
“Great support team.”
Rel was already in front of me.
“Oh.”
The scythe came sideways.
I leaned backward.
The red-edged blade passed inches above my face.
A black wave followed the swing.
I dropped lower.
The energy carved through the ground behind me.
Rel reversed direction immediately.
No reset.
No repeated rhythm.
The scythe came from below.
I jumped.
Another slash erupted upward.
Then she spun.
Horizontal.
Then diagonal.
Then a sudden thrust with the lower end of the shaft.
Every movement was different.
No pattern.
That was the problem.
Most fighters developed rhythms.
Left.
Right.
Pause.
Power strike.
Recovery.
Even excellent fighters had habits.
Rel seemed personally offended by the concept.
She changed everything.
Speed.
Angle.
Distance.
Grip.
Timing.
Sometimes the scythe blade came first.
Sometimes the shaft.
Sometimes she used the swing only to release a black energy wave.
Sometimes the swing was bait for a physical strike from the opposite direction.
I ducked under another arc.
A black slash screamed above my head.
It struck the arena wall.
BOOM!
More stone collapsed.
I looked toward the audience.
“You might want to move farther back!”
Several spectators actually listened.
Rel thrust the scythe toward me.
I twisted.
The blade missed.
I saw the opening.
Dark energy gathered around my fists.
Black spheres formed around both hands, swirling inward and distorting the air near my knuckles.
Her own ability.
Let’s try returning another gift.
“Dark Vortex.”
I punched.
The dark sphere surged toward her.
Rel’s eyes flicked toward it.
She didn’t dodge.
She smiled.
Then snapped her fingers.
Click.
My Dark Vortex vanished.
My fist continued forward with absolutely none of the dramatic magic I had intended.
I stared.
“That ability is much less entertaining from this side.”
Rel spun.
Her scythe followed.
The blade rotated around her like a black-red wheel.
One full circle.
Then another.
Dark crescents exploded outward in every direction.
Not one.
Dozens.
They tore across the ruined arena toward walls, stands, pillars, and me.
I looked around.
That attack wasn’t merely going to hit me.
It was about to redecorate the entire arena using structural collapse.
“No.”
I raised my hand.
Snap.
The dark waves flickered.
Then vanished.
All of them.
Rel stopped spinning.
Her hair settled around her shoulders.
I smiled.
“Mine works too.”
Her golden eyes narrowed.
Not angry.
Pleased.
That somehow remained worse.
Fine.
Let’s make the ground hateful again.
I dropped one hand toward the stone.
Black magic spread beneath my fingers.
“Iron Grave.”
The arena floor cracked.
Metal spikes erupted.
They rushed toward Rel in a widening formation.
One.
Five.
Ten.
Then dozens.
Black iron tore upward and forward, racing toward her from multiple directions.
Rel planted one foot.
Then spun her scythe.
The blade became a blur.
Every incoming spike that entered her range shattered.
Metal fragments sprayed outward.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
The sound became almost continuous.
She advanced through them.
Not retreating.
Advancing.
Each turn of the scythe destroyed another cluster.
The black waves released by the blade continued traveling beyond the spikes.
One struck the side of the arena.
Stone collapsed.
Another cut through an already damaged section of wall.
That collapsed too.
I looked around.
This building had maybe five minutes left.
Optimistic estimate.
Rel cleared the final spikes.
Then rushed toward me.
Fast.
Scythe low.
I waited.
She swung upward.
I stepped inside.
My leg snapped out.
I kicked the side of the scythe shaft.
The weapon jerked upward.
Her attack missed.
For one fraction of a second, her guard opened.
Then black energy appeared above her free palm.
A small sphere.
Dark.
Dense.
It grew instantly.
The air around it distorted.
Dust lifted.
Loose stone began sliding toward her.
I knew this one.
My own hand rose.
Darkness condensed above my palm.
“Black Sun.”
The sphere grew.
Rel’s eyes widened slightly.
Finally.
We pushed forward at the same time.
Her Black Sun collided with mine.
The world went wrong.
There was no explosion.
Instead, everything around us started falling inward.
Dust.
Broken stone.
Fragments of metal.
Pieces of shattered arena floor.
All of it dragged toward the collision point between the two dark spheres.
The air itself seemed to twist.
My clothes pulled forward.
Rel’s robe snapped violently toward the center.
The two Black Suns pressed against each other, neither overwhelming the other.
The ground beneath us cracked.
Then chunks of stone tore free and flew upward into the darkness.
The crowd started screaming again.
Understandable.
Watching two miniature black holes eat the arena probably violated normal expectations for morning entertainment.
I pushed harder.
Rel did too.
Our eyes met across the colliding spheres.
Her smile was gone now.
Pure concentration.
Good.
I liked that better.
Then movement beneath me.
I glanced down.
Bad.
Black metal spikes erupted from the ground.
Another spell.
While maintaining Black Sun.
Of course.
Why wouldn’t she multitask during gravitational apocalypse?
The first spike shot toward my leg.
I snapped my fingers.
Click.
The spikes disappeared.
And immediately I knew I’d made a mistake.
Rel smiled.
Not big.
Just enough.
That was what she had wanted.
My nullification occupied.
My attention split.
Her scythe moved.
Fast.
The curved blade swept toward my neck.
I tried pulling back.
Too late.
The inner curve hooked around me.
Not cutting fully.
Catching.
The shaft slammed against my shoulder while the blade locked dangerously close to my throat.
My breath stopped.
Rel released her Black Sun.
Then snapped her fingers.
Click.
My Black Sun disappeared.
Suddenly the gravitational battle vanished.
Rel yanked the scythe.
I was dragged toward her.
“That’s dirty!”
“You were warned.”
“By who?”
“Everyone.”
Fair.
Her free hand came up.
Another Black Sun formed directly between us.
Much closer.
Much worse.
The sphere expanded toward my chest.
No room to dodge.
No time to snap.
Fine.
Violence.
Wind gathered instantly around my palm.
I aimed not at Rel.
At the scythe.
Specifically the shaft she was using to control me.
“Tempest Burst.”
Compressed wind detonated.
The blast struck the scythe handle.
Rel’s grip held.
Her body did not.
The force launched her sideways.
The blade slipped free from around my neck.
Her Black Sun destabilized and disappeared before reaching me.
Rel flew across the arena.
I followed.
No pause.
No observation.
No polite invitation.
I pushed off.
The ground cracked.
Dark energy formed around one fist.
Light gathered around the other.
Dark Vortex.
Light Buster.
Two completely different bad experiences.
Rel landed.
Scythe in hand.
I reached her immediately.
Dark Vortex first.
Punch.
Rel swung the scythe shaft across her body.
My fist hit it.
Dark energy erupted.
The Vortex caught the weapon.
Pulled.
The scythe shifted toward my fist as though dragged by invisible gravity.
Rel tried repositioning.
Couldn’t.
Exactly what I wanted.
“Got you.”
My other fist came around.
Light Buster blazing.
Rel saw it.
Too late.
I punched her shoulder.
BOOM!
Light exploded.
Rel’s body jerked sideways.
She grunted.
Finally.
An actual clean hit.
I pressed.
Dark Vortex kept pulling at the scythe.
My Light Buster fist struck again.
Rel blocked partially with her forearm.
Explosion.
Her feet slid backward.
I punched with Dark Vortex.
Then Light Buster.
Then again.
I didn’t give her room.
That was the key.
Rel needed space for that enormous scythe.
Space to cast.
Space to manipulate.
And most importantly, she needed opportunities to snap her fingers and delete whichever ability annoyed her most.
So I gave her none.
Punch.
Explosion.
Punch.
Dark pull.
Elbow.
Light.
Another punch.
Rel blocked.
Dodged.
Twisted.
But she was being pushed backward.
For the first time in the entire fight, I controlled the rhythm.
Her scythe couldn’t fully swing.
Every time one of her hands tried moving into position, I attacked.
Every time I saw her fingers shift, I changed angle.
She couldn’t snap.
I smiled.
“Oh, I think I found something.”
Rel blocked another Light Buster strike.
BOOM!
She slid.
I followed.
“Turns out your biggest weakness is personal space.”
No response.
Another punch.
She blocked.
Another.
Missed.
Dark Vortex caught the scythe again.
I closed distance.
Rel’s breathing grew heavier.
Good.
This was working.
I could feel it.
She knew too.
Her smile had disappeared.
The crowd roared with every impact.
I punched again.
Rel absorbed the strike against the scythe.
Another.
Another.
No pause.
No room.
My heart raced.
Not exhaustion.
Excitement.
For the first time, Rel looked pressured.
I thought I had it.
I thought this was the winning strategy.
Keep her close.
Overwhelm her.
Never let her cast.
Never let her use nullification.
Force the Supreme General to play my game.
Excellent plan.
Which was exactly why it failed.
Rel blocked another punch.
Then stopped.
Completely.
I almost hit her again.
Her head lifted.
Golden eyes stared into mine.
Her voice came low.
“I’ve had enough.”
Something changed.
My instincts screamed before the magic even appeared.
Rel’s eyes turned red.
Not glowing gold.
Red.
Deep, violent crimson.
Then black aura erupted around her.
I jumped backward.
The aura expanded.
It wasn’t like Rampage.
It wasn’t simply energy coating her body.
This thing screamed.
Literally.
Voices seemed to tear through the black aura.
High.
Low.
Distorted.
Not understandable words.
Just the sound of something furious trapped inside the darkness.
The air became heavy.
Cold pressure slammed across the arena.
My smile slowly returned.
“Oh.”
Rel lowered the scythe.
Black energy crawled along the blade.
The red glow around its edge intensified.
Her robe whipped violently even though there was no wind.
Stone beneath her feet cracked.
Then sank.
Every spectator fell silent.
Even Remgar.
Especially Remgar.
Treez’s expression changed.
Serious.
Gia leaned forward.
Queen Firsa stared from the royal platform.
Leyra’s blue eyes widened.
This was different.
Everything before this had been Rel fighting intelligently.
Efficiently.
Testing.
Countering.
Playing chess while hitting me with enough force to demolish architecture.
This?
This felt like meeting the reason she was Supreme General.
Rel gripped the scythe.
Then swung it in a full circle.
One motion.
The black wave that erupted from the blade was enormous.
Far larger than anything before.
It expanded across the entire arena.
Fast.
Too fast.
I barely had time to react.
The wave tore outward.
The ground split.
Walls collapsed.
Stone pillars snapped.
The remaining sections of the arena floor were ripped apart.
The attack struck everything.
Not just one direction.
Everything around her.
The arena died.
That was the only proper description.
The structure simply gave up.
Walls crashed down.
Spectator platforms fractured.
Sections of seating collapsed into clouds of dust.
People screamed.
Knights grabbed nobles.
Agranian guards raised barriers where they could.
The royal platform shook violently.
I lifted my arms against the pressure.
Stone fragments flew past me.
One slammed against my shoulder.
Another shattered near my feet.
When the black wave finally passed, barely anything remained recognizable.
I lowered my arms.
Dust filled the air.
Rel still stood.
Her black aura screamed around her.
Red eyes locked on me.
Then she snapped her fingers.
Twice.
Click.
Click.
Dark Vortex vanished from my hand.
Light Buster disappeared from the other.
Both gone.
I stared.
“Okay.”
Rel moved.
My eyes widened.
She was faster.
Much faster.
Not the fast she’d shown earlier.
This was ridiculous.
Her foot hit the ground.
Then she was halfway across the destroyed arena.
Another step.
Closer.
The black aura screamed louder.
And then I felt it.
Killing intent.
Real killing intent.
It hit me like physical force.
My body froze.
Not because I wanted it to.
Not because I suddenly became afraid of getting hurt.
Something deeper.
Instinct.
The animal part of the brain that existed specifically to announce when something nearby had moved far beyond the category of dangerous and entered the category of run, idiot.
My muscles locked.
Breath caught.
Rel came closer.
Scythe ready.
Red eyes.
Black screaming aura.
Power rolling off her in waves.
I smiled.
Slowly.
Of course I did.
Because apparently somewhere between dying on Earth and waking up in Aphrodasia, I had developed a deeply unhealthy response to danger.
“This…”
My fingers flexed.
My body started pushing through the killing pressure.
“…is getting interesting.”
Rel closed the distance.
I could feel my own power rising in response.
Rampage.
Berserker Aura.
Every skill.
Every instinct.
Everything ready.
This was it.
The moment both of us stopped measuring.
Stopped testing.
Stopped saving anything.
Full strength.
Her against me.
Me against her.
Rel raised the scythe.
I lowered my stance.
Then Queen Firsa’s voice exploded across the ruins.
“ENOUGH!”
Rel stopped.
Instantly.
Not gradually.
Not after finishing the swing.
Stopped.
The momentum didn’t.
Energy burst outward from her body.
The sheer force of her sudden halt slammed into the remaining pieces of the arena.
Cracked walls finally collapsed.
Loose stone exploded outward.
Dust surged through the air.
A broken pillar behind me snapped in half.
I covered my face with one arm.
Then silence.
Actual silence.
No screaming aura.
No attack.
No crowd.
Nothing.
I lowered my arm.
Rel’s red eyes returned to gold.
The black aura dissolved.
Her posture relaxed.
Just like that.
As if the terrifying creature from three seconds ago had packed up and gone home for lunch.
I looked around.
The arena was gone.
Not damaged.
Gone.
The central floor looked like several natural disasters had held a competition.
Crater.
Blackened stone.
Metal spikes.
Slashes carved through walls.
Collapsed platforms.
Broken seating.
One entire section had fallen inward.
People were lying among shattered masonry.
Thankfully moving.
Mostly.
Knights helped spectators climb free.
Agranian soldiers were already rushing through the ruins.
I looked toward the royal platform.
Or where the royal platform used to be.
Firsa sat among broken stone.
Her throne was no longer participating in the concept of furniture.
Leyra stood beside her, supporting the queen with one arm while pushing rubble away with the other.
Firsa looked furious.
Not injured.
Just furious.
Honestly, fair.
I looked at Rel.
She looked completely normal again.
Breathing calmly.
Scythe resting beside her.
Then she smiled at me.
“That was fun.”
I stared.
Then laughed.
“It was.”
And somehow, it really had been.
Terrifying.
Painful.
Expensive for Agran’s architecture.
But fun.
Rel lifted the enormous scythe.
Dimensional Storage opened beside her.
She casually pushed the weapon into it.
The horrifying blade disappeared.
Then the shaft.
Then nothing remained.
I looked around at the ruins.
“You know you completely destroyed the arena.”
Rel glanced around.
For the first time, she seemed to actually notice the scale of destruction.
Broken walls.
Collapsed seats.
Dust.
People climbing out of rubble.
One knight carrying another knight over his shoulder.
She blinked.
Then she stuck out her tongue.
Raised one fist lightly against the side of her head.
Cute pose.
“My bad.”
I stared.
“That should not work.”
“What?”
“Being cute after committing structural murder.”
Rel smiled brightly.
“It helps.”
“It absolutely helps.”
Her golden eyes narrowed playfully.
“Oh?”
I immediately regretted the opening.
She leaned slightly closer.
“So you think I’m cute?”
I pointed at her.
“Don’t weaponize this.”
“You said it.”
“I said being cute has advantages.”
“And you were looking at me.”
“Context matters.”
Rel clasped her hands behind her back.
“Young people these days really know what to say.”
I stared.
Then laughed.
“There you go again.”
“What?”
“Using age as a weapon while still refusing to tell me yours.”
Rel smiled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t.”
Something moved beneath a collapsed pile of stone nearby.
Rel and I turned.
A hand appeared.
Then another.
A man’s head emerged.
Dust covered his hair.
He coughed.
I recognized him.
The gong operator.
The poor man dragged himself out of the rubble like an archaeologist had just discovered him several centuries too early.
He still had the mallet.
I stared.
“That’s commitment.”
The man crawled toward what remained of the gong.
Miraculously, it had survived.
Mostly.
It leaned sideways on a broken frame.
The operator pushed himself onto one knee.
Raised the mallet.
Then struck.
GONG!
The damaged metal rang across the destroyed arena.
Every surviving spectator looked toward him.
The man inhaled.
Then shouted with whatever dignity he still had left.
“It is a tie!”
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